#he's so captivating?? omg??

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 2/?

*slips another piece into your mailbox*

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Jazz was still feeling a little woozy from his donation in the dark hours of the morning. Blaster had breakfast changed from the usual to something that felt more like a treat, probably a reward for his good behaviour, and to help his body recover. Fish heavy in proteins, fat, all that healthy stuff. Something that normally he would have tried to savour, but he wolfed it down from excitement. Too many questions ran through his head, and most he couldn't bring himself to voice.

The mer, the mer would pull through. Blaster told him about how he had saved their life with his blood. Praised him high and low. Because Blaster knew how Jazz felt about seeing blood, about how hard blood tests were for him, and that was only a tiny vial. Not three big bags of it. Jazz hadn't seen how much they had taken – because he had kept his eye closed until they left in a hurry –, and hearing about it made him dizzy for other reasons, but he honestly felt real proud of himself.

It was a new feeling, different from other moments of pride – like when he figured out the lock codes. Yeah, this gave him butterflies and the drive to help more.

Blaster laughed when Jazz offered that the vets could take more if the other mer needed it. His handler didn't think it would be, but he would pass it on to the vet team.

Jazz's morning checks were a little off, expected with having a little less fluids and feeling off-balance, but it was kept short and quick. Blaster told him that if he learned anything more, he'd tell him next time he came by and then hurried back down to the staff area. Blaster was needed elsewhere, understandably as there weren't many mer experts here, though he did leave Jazz his waterproof stereo if he wanted to play some of his favourites.

But, the orca mer was far too busy causing a whirlpool from the laps he was swimming. He was too excited to sit still, and embarrassment be damned he started practising old vocals. He didn't remember much of his mother tongue, and he was pretty sure that his pronunciation was off, that or had one hell of an accent. Echo-speech was even more rusty. And once he had gone over and over what he could recall, Jazz began to really worry. A few sentences and handful or so of words was all he had? Gods, I hope I can at least make a decent first impression. Blaster said they were just like me, so hopefully, that will give me some starting points.

More than he cared to count, Jazz would swim into the shallow waters of the medical bay and hope to see something through that window. But no one ever came close enough for him to hear any news of the mer. He couldn't even see anything on his radar, wherever they had done treatment, it wasn't in the hospital ward. It almost felt like he was being purposely kept in the dark.

And just when Jazz was starting to worry that things had taken a bad turn, a group of staff turned up around four pm. He wasn't able to ask any questions, or rather they refused to answer. Shooing him away as they got to work. Starting with closing the gate to the bay to 'keep him out'. Jazz could easily climb those walls, but that wasn't the point. Even if the gate window was closed, he could pick up that they were setting up the water hammock. But it wasn't until he heard the cautionary beeping of the hoist lift approaching that it dawned on him – the mer was coming. Now.

"Jazz," Blaster called, "… Jazz," he blew the training whistle and finally got his mer's attention. "Stop pacing and get over here."

"But–" Jazz looked back longingly up the wall.

"Jazz," his tone dropped to a firm one, and Jazz begrudgingly swam over to the pier. The human crouched and made sure that they held eye contact before he spoke. "I need you to promise me that you will stay in your enclosure."

He sunk a little, trying to play into his cuteness, but being far too anxious to really pull it off. "What do you mean?"

"Jazz," now warning him. Blaster knew full well that he was more than capable of getting into or out of places he shouldn't, bloody Houdini mermaid, "this is serious. Things are going well, we want to keep it that way. Which means keeping things calm and feeling safe. You're excited, I get it, we all are. But in about an hour, they'll be waking up and – from past experience seen with wild Mers – they will likely freak out. And the last thing we need is you hauling your tail over that wall and making things worse. Understand?"

The beeping was louder how and the hiss of hydraulics caused Jazz to look up. The arm of the lift was visible over the wall. They're here!

"Jazz," Blaster hopelessly called for his attention once more.

Within moments, a massive bundle was carefully raised, the staff calling out and coordinating. Jazz's gaze was fixed on the black and white fluke poking out, it was the only part of them he could see, and his heart began to race. Once they became hidden by the wall again, Jazz moved back to pacing by the gate without even thinking. Listening to people hopping into the water to unstrap the mer and call back n' forth. "Careful, careful! – Watch the head! – Someone give me a hand over here! – We're clear on this side! – Keep the head up!"

Really starting to sound like a broken record, Blaster chirped the whistle and called out to him again. The expression he wore must have been pretty pitiful because the look on Blaster's face dropped. "If I open the view port… will you promise me that you will wait, that you will stay in your enclosure?"

"I promise," he answered hastily, placing his hands on the gate, over the panel that would slide open.

"And that you will wait until everything is in the clear, till the staff come to oversee the integration. There will be no rushing things and no asking staff when we will open the gate."

"I promise," he repeated, trying not to beg.

Satisfied, Blaster pulled out his radio, "Blaster to Control; when the team is out of the Mer enclosure's medical bay, open the view port. Jazz's stress is mounting without a visual."

"Can do," came a quick reply.

Though, opening the panel was not. Several minutes went by, the hoist had cleared out, and much of the staff had returned to their other duties. Only two remained double-checking the mer's breathing and pulse. The moment that the last of them left, Jazz heard the lock disengage, and he retracted his hands as the panel shifted and began to slide open. The window was too small to get more than his hand – maybe up to his elbow if he wanted to push it – through, and sat just at water level– any movement sending water hopping to either side. But it gave him a clear view of the surface area inside.

Oh.

Oh. Jazz stopped breathing. While the mer's body was mostly supported by the fabric of the hammock, cradling them on their side, effectively hiding most of them from Jazz's angle. Propped up on a soft floating platform was the mer's head, face towards the gate. Sharp features and elegantly shaped finials, with flattering lines of their markings complimenting the peaceful expression as they slept. The butterflies from earlier came back stronger than ever, his heart thundering as words fumbled from Jazz's lips, "he's beautiful…"

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-GLC

Orca Prowl really is just-- too fucking pretty, omg, I'm living through Jazz in this moment like when I first saw your designs of him.

I'm more than happy to continue writing for you, you bring me so much joy. I screamed when I saw how much you liked it. If you have any requests you would like me to add to the story, leave it in the tags or comments ♡ I now plan to continue until the tsunami and a bit afterwards, maybe more, we'll see~

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Oh. MY GOD. OKAY ALRIGHT OKAY ALRIGHT OKA

I'M ABOUT TO START PACING IN CIRCLES JUST LIKE JAZZ OVER HERE KDLCNFJFLFB PL E A S E THIS IS SO GOOD. The tension?? You can fucking TASTE it IT'S SO GREAT GLC I LOVE YOU

The way it all starts at night and then you (as a reader) have all this additional time to boil in your anticipation?? So fucking great. Like you can really feel how little power Jazz has over the wholse situation. The plot is moving but he doesn't have any saying in it. Well. Yet heheh

Anyway haha. Im normal and I made some art>:D

[shoujoegg]

finished painting studies w/ the og dregs....

[rhiangalaxy]

LQG: Shit I didn't mean to say that out loud.

[ID: A Scum Villain Comic. First image depicts Shen Yuan in an outfit reminiscent of BOTW!Zelda's goddess outfit except with sleeves that fall down the shoulder. He grips one of his arms and looks down to the side as if uncomfortable, saying "I don't know... I feel like I look stupid." The next image depicts Liu Qingge in BOTW!Link's champion outfit. He looks on with a loving expression/smile and says "You look...Wonderful." The last image has both characters in chibi style. SY now looks up to LQG with an amazed expression, his face and body now flushed. LQG on the other hand, looks away with a very flushed face and sweating, his fists clenched with an spiky thought bubble that simply says "FUCK" End ID]

[thomashelbyswife]

To imagine that Tommy Shelby being so captivated by your scent, from your signature perfume to scented creams and oils, that it would drive him a bit crazy. He'd find himself enveloped in it, even amidst the smoke of his cigarette! He would lovingly let you be close before heading out, holding you or sharing intimate moments just to carry your scent with him all day, calming his mind at the mere thought of you. Picture how tenderly you'd embrace him, allowing him to breathe in your fragrant wrists. I can almost see him stealing a kiss or two from them, flashing that charming smile of his. And the way he'd rest his face in the curve of your neck, finding pure bliss, you'd be his slice of heaven.

He would also love it when you'd hold him in between your breasts, it would be such a intimate & yet a vulnerable moment for him like that tatiana scene but holding even significance than that, it's sacred to him.

[kybelles]

damianos of akielos

the song of achilles, madeline miller // king rising, c.s pacat // lana del rey // pet, c.s pacat // a clash of kings, george r.r. martin // prince’s gambit, c.s pacat // tian guan ci fu, mxtx // accident report in the tall, tall weeds , ada limon

[oddsconvert]

Because you said you want to see August cry more, what would happen if he got caught by the hunters in Kane and Jim by whumpday or Nick by not-a-space-alien? All his fears would come true 😈

😭I'm horrible for even suggesting it😭

🥰 Whumpee!August !!! 🥰

Hunters would underestimate him, at first. They'd think him docile and complaisant, because he submits and obeys. But August is intelligent and incredibly headstrong. He would have strong survival instincts and intuition - he would know when to remain passive and when to act decisively. He'd be quietly calculating.

That's not to say he would be a stoic whumpee.... not at all. He would still respond to pain and torture as anyone else would. He may scream, cry, beg and bargain. When the hunters come to grab him from his cell, he might shuffle away - scared.

[fountainpenguin]

I’ve said this a million times in different words, but literally my favorite thing about Foop is that Vicky messed him up so badly, it takes incredible effort to snap him out of being willing to die.

He started “Scary Godcouple” screaming and begging the Anti-Fairy Council not to send him to Vicky, and instead of listening, they punish him to take electric shocks if he tries to flee or disobey. He’s terrified of Vicky after his “When L.O.S.E.R.S. Attack” encounter and trips over himself to appeal to her… but that doesn’t work either. Vicky still hurts him.

He can’t leave and he can’t appeal. He takes horrific magic shocks when he stands up for himself, and hates them so much that he blatantly tells Vicky, “Well, that’s the last time I defy your wishes and express my own free will.” He just breaks. so. hard. Even screams and begs later in the episode about wanting to go home and she just shatters him.

She had Poof on a countdown timer to being roasted alive and made Foop watch it. Tick by tick, Foop did nothing. Timmy was screaming in his ear to turn on Vicky with his magic if he didn’t also want to die..

… and he couldn’t do it. Made it very, very clear he was just too scared of the shocks to fight and ready to die and nothing would change his mind. <3

Since appealing to his self-preservation didn’t work, Timmy literally has to bribe him with tasty food… and the general vibes of “It’s okay, Foop. I’m here. I’ll make it better and I won’t hurt you. I’m here.”

And he does it… screaming and in horrendous pain as magic whips across his body to punish him for turning on her, but he does it.

And then he’s still so wrecked that he quietly and nicely asks Timmy for juice. lol. Tired…

I just love him so much… He has Issues…

[aroacee-of-spades]

^ face of someone (me) who just finished the arcane finale

[accio-victuuri]

wang yibo @ vogue interview for chanel ss24 pfw

[merakiui]

i just want you to know that i think about alpha prince floyd everyday

:o thank you!!!!! I'm happy he lives rent-free. I also think about him from time to time. He is the sweetest alpha prince there ever was. <3

[honestsister]

Why .... The FUCK is neuvillette so cute???? Who gave him the right?????

[misterradio]

victor carroon gotta in the top 5 most sopping wet characters for sure

[dooodle-bug]

Bruh why can't sackboy a big adventure be more popular pls I need fanart of Vex he's literally so tumblr sexyman coded 😭😭

[tallytals]

should I ask you about the fuckass blond kid for character bingo. I am

sighs so fucking sadly. hi rori love

[demigod-of-the-agni]

real footage of me realising who the fuck lahabrea was

are you FUCKING kidding me

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

p5 gatsby au with akira as gatsby + sumire as daisy + goro as nick are we seeing a vision