#how does a fish swim with a hat? no one knows

[ventique-genshin]

I kept seeing this fish all day and my one braincell urged me to do the pun

The real fish:

It’s name is a tongue twister chaos, which is:

Sacabambaspis

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi Raven! Besterd fox maen is comin' XD

Onto the event! Since I know it'll happen, gonna beat everyone to it: Headcanons about Tsum!Fellow and possibly a Tsum!Giddle~?

Curiouser and Curiouser.

Fellow Honest

What’s this? A marketable (and sentient) plushie made in his own likeness? Of course Fellow’s going to nab his tsum self and try to auction it off for a quick buck! … But somehow, it always comes back to him and an angry customer comes with it, accusing him of scamming them.

Other scams Fellow and his tsum pull together include him distracting a target while the tsum fishes in their pockets for valuables, running a roadside show (come watch the tsum bounce and twirl its cane), and selling a spell that brings inanimate objects to life (pretending to demonstrate with the tsum). They walk away with a decent amount of cash for their efforts.

Tsum!Fellow has the smallest pair of glasses you ever did see. It doesn’t always wear them, but whenever it does you notice it is trying to read a teeny tiny book upside down and lecture.

Tsum!Fellow stares at its larger counterpart when he has food on him. Fellow will insist it’s HIS grub and that the tsum should get its own, but soon enough he caves and breaks off a small piece for his little buddy to enjoy with him.

Like Fellow, the tsum loves apples! If you give it a fresh fruit, it’ll zoom around it in circles, shaving away at the flesh until there’s nothing left but the core. (Epel has deemed it an apple-eatin’ termite.)

Normally the tsum is docile but it puffs up at anger when it’s looked down on (particularly by rich or influential people). When that happens, tsum!Fellow swells really big and proceeds to crush foes with its great size.

Tsum!Fellow knows how to make a quick getaway. When there’s someone chasing after it, it throws sand or dirt (or even confetti or glitter from under its hat) in their face before skedaddling. It’s not above using cheap tactics if it nets results!

Tsum!Fellow gets all sparkly-eyed when it sees a stage, whether it’s on TV or it’s a real one. It gets excited and tries to hop on to put on a performance of its own!

There’s something a little childish and carefree about tsum! Fellow. It loves hitching rides in pockets or on heads, treating them like their own amusement park rides. It also loves seating itself on toy traits, boats, and cares, imagining itself traveling the world and having grand adventures!

Tsum!Fellow is quick to cozy up to anyone it thinks will benefit it. For this reason, you’ll see it snuggling up to dorm leaders, the staff, the headmaster, even you! It nuzzles against your hand and makes puppy-dog eyes until you melt in its flimsy hands.

While Fellow mends his suit and pants, tsum!Fellow likes to dive in the fabric and swim around in it. It gets in the way of his work, so Fellow fishes the tsum out and appoints it the role of being his pincushion. (The tsum is very grumpy about this and they get into a whole squabble about it.)

Gidel

It’s rare to see tsum!Gidel by itself. It’s normally tagging along with tsum!Fellow as a minion or a helper in some of its tricks. If the two are ever separated, they’ll both appear slightly distressed and will try to seek the other out.

It’s curious about so many things. Tsum!Gidel bounces around in a hyperactive manner, making it quite difficult to contain. It displays a special interest in school, hopping among stacks of books and forgotten pencils, scaling them to see how high up it vanishes climb.

Gidel and his tsum self can communicate effectively, despite neither of them being able to speak. They’re great about reading body language and anticipating what’s to come next from the other. It’s almost like they’re finishing each other’s sandwiches sentences.

Tsum!Gidel is very clumsy. It’s a normal occurrence for it to fall onto its face or to roll and roll until it makes contact with something sturdy. It doesn’t quite have its footing down yet…

Of course, it comes with its own little hammer! The hammer seems light and makes a little squeaky sound when tsum!Gidel bonks the back of your hand with it.

When the tsum gets scared, it scurries into Gidel’s oversized sleeves. It won’t come back out again until it’s completely sure the danger has passed. (Occasionally you’ll see it poking its round little head out and checking the area.)

It attempts to tie Gidel’s laces for him since they’re tend to be loose. Unfortunately, the tsum ends up getting knotted in the laces and Gidel has to spend 20 minutes untangling the poor thing!

Gidel didn’t realize the tsum was sentient at first. He popped it into his mouth thinking it was a bread roll or a fancy marshmallow. The tsum had to squirm and fight for its life to escape the jaws of death!

They’re study buddies! Gidel and his tsum copy down letters of the alphabet together, then exchange notebooks and check each others’s work. It’s harder for Gidel to understand tie tsum (maybe on account of the notebook being so small), so he takes the mantle and tutors his new buddy.

Sometimes the tsum takes on a size closer to that of a stuffed plushie. In those instances, Gidel fiercely hugs them close. There’s a comforting sensation in owning an item for just pleasure, not solely for one’s survival—the life that Gidel is so used to.

Tsum!Gidel assumes a bigger form and allows Gidel to use it as a pillow at night. The boy had never been able to sleep on something this squishy and soft—is it really okay for him to fall asleep like this?

[bullet-prooflove]

5000 Follower Celebration: Her Name Was Lola - Mitch Keller x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @watermeezer @queenslandlover-93 @redpool

Companion piece to:

2015 - Mitch asks you not to get married.

The One That Got Away - Mitch has been thinking about you.

Love Song - Mitch doesn't expect to see you in his bar after all this time.

Clean - Mitch asks you why you're back in town.

Home - Mitch gets an answer to his question.

Sunshine (NSFW) - You've always been the sunshine in Mitch's life.

Georgia Peach (NSFW) - You get a little territorial when one of Mitch's exes comes sniffing around.

Rhinestones (NSFW) - Mitch reminds you of the night you met.

You don’t realise Mitch is married. Not until his wife shows up while you’re covering the bar after one of you sets and tells you she’s looking for her husband Mitch Keller.

She’s a tall, red head with curves that would make a Kardashian jealous and wide doe eyes that flutter like Bambi. Her name is Lola and she is indeed a showgirl, one that he got hitched to during wild night in Vegas when he was so fucking high he tried to swim in the fish tank at the Bellagio.

He tells you all of this when he finds you sitting out back on the terrace, smoking a joint and contemplating whether to slash her tires or set fire to his truck.

“You promised me I’d be the only one you’d ever put a ring on.” You remind him as you blow out a stream of smoke from between your lips.

He understands the weight of that promise, how much it had cost you at the time to take that leap of faith with him. You’d been engaged when the two of you met, to a city council man who could provide you with a financial stability you’d never had known during your childhood in that trailer park. With Sean Albernacy, you had money, you had power, and you had security. You were also bored as fuck which is why you’d been warming Mitch’s bed since that night at the rodeo.

“Don’t marry him.” He’d begged you the week before your wedding, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek. “Let me be the only man that ever puts a ring on your finger.”

He had barely has two cents to rub together. He can’t offer you anywhere near what Albernacy can but he can offer you love, he can offer you passion, he can offer you a lifetime of fun and freedom because the two of you are cut from the same cloth. Both wild, adventurous, untamed.

“Tell me I’m the only girl you’ll ever marry.” You'd asked as his lips began to wander.

“Oh honey.” He had smiled as he'd guided you back into his lap. “You know you’re the only girl I’d ever let tie me down.”

You don’t turn up to your own wedding, you leave your soon to be husband standing at the alter while Mitch has his wicked way with you in a motel room out in Oklahoma City.

In the present Mitch takes off his cap and runs his hand through his hair as you blow out a smoke ring into the darkness.

“I fucked up.” He says finally as he places his cap back on his head. “I fucked up because I was fucked up and I’ve been trying to fix that. I didn’t expect her to turn up here…”

“Why the fuck did she turn up here?” You ask him, because women like that don’t just suddenly appear because they remember they have a husband. “Why the fuck are you even back on her radar?”

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this.” Mitch says, his voice a little rough as he rubs his palms over each other. It’s an anxious behaviour, one you are barely used to seeing because Mitch, he’s always calm, especially in the face of adversity.

“I don’t understand.” You say as he tilts his head towards you.

“I want to marry you.” Mitch says frankly. “And to do that I had to divorce her so I sent a P.I to serve her papers and she decided she wants a payout instead.”

“Oh.” You say as you take in this new revelation. It’s something the two of you have talked about in passing but it’s never been tangible, not until now. “How much does she want?”

“About half of what the casino is worth.” Mitch informs you as he adjusts his hat.

That’s his entire share, it’s an impossible amount of money. If he does that, if he cashes out to get those papers signed that’s everything he’s worked so hard for gone and you can’t stand the idea of that.

“Well she can go fuck herself…” You respond as you stub the remains of the joint into the ashtray.  “She doesn’t have to sign the papers for you to get a divorce especially since the two of you haven’t been together…”

“She’s threatening to drag it out.” He tells you as he rubs his palms over his weary features. “It could take years…”

“Then it takes years.” You say as you reach out and clasp his hand. “I’m not in a rush.”

“But I am.” He tells you, the expression on his face pained as he looks at you. “I don’t wait to wait any longer Sunny, I wasted so much time with all that stupid shit…”

He trails off then staring down at your hand, his thumb tracing over the space where a wedding ring should be.

“I love you more than I have ever loved anybody. And all I want is to belong to you, for people to know that I’m yours and only yours. I want to love you, cherish you, obey you.” he says with a hint of humour, the edges of his mouth turning up. “I just want what we should have had all along.”

“We can still have that.” You tell him, the fingertips of your free hand chasing along the stubble of his jaw. “It just might take a little while to get there and that’s ok, there’s still a lot of fun we can have in the meantime.”

“I just want our happy ending Sunny.” He whispers as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “I want to see you walk down that aisle in a pretty dress and promise myself to you before God and all our friends, I want them to celebrate our love, I want…”

He pauses because it hurts that he can’t give you those things right now, that he fucked up so badly that he can’t just go ahead and marry the woman he loves.

“We’ll get there Mitch.” You promise him, your palm coming to rest upon his heart so you can feel it beating underneath the tips of your fingers. “I promise you we will.”

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[moonstruckme]

Camping

summary: the wilderness favors James over you, but it does have some redeeming qualities

cw: mentions of blood, minor injury

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1.6k words

Camping hadn’t sounded like such a bad idea last weekend, when James had suggested it. You aren’t a naturally outdoorsy person, but you loved the idea of getting him all to yourself for a couple of days, and what could be more romantic than frolicking through the forest together, the soft light of a campfire, and sleeping under the stars? 

Frolicking, you think sardonically, slapping your cheek in yet another attempt to nail the mosquito that has been trailing you for the past hour, slowly sucking you dry. You could not possibly have been more naive in your imaginings of what camping would entail. Your legs hurt, your supposedly practical shoes are starting to chafe on your ankles, and you’re unsure if the back of your neck is itching from bug bites (completely undeterred by the bug spray you’d applied at the car, by the way) or your ceaseless sweating. You feel tired, and sticky, and sore. 

“Oh, look!” James calls from a few paces ahead of you. “There’s a river up here.” 

You try not to resent him in times like this, but there’s something seriously unjust about how easily your boyfriend has taken to the wilderness. You suppose it simply boils down to one fact: James loves the world, and it loves him right back. A light sheen of sweat has him glistening in the sunlight, his muscled legs effortlessly navigating the landscape, and the breeze has tousled his curls just so as to make hair stylists worldwide mad with envy. He even seems to be getting a tan, whereas you’re strapped into what he calls your “sexy hat”—a beige, floppy thing with vents and a chin fastening—to avoid a sunburn. 

You push ahead on shaky legs until you’re beside James, looking at what appears to you to be more of a creek, or a stream maybe, than a river. 

“Nice,” you say, smiling with all the enthusiasm you can muster. “Wanna go for a swim?”

“Uh, absolutely,” James says, and you suspect he was only waiting for you to ask so it’d be your idea. He sets off for the water, discarding his backpack a few feet away and all but diving in. You follow more warily, not loving the idea of a fish or some other mysterious river dweller brushing up against you, but the prospect of cool, flowing water washing the dirt and sweat from your legs has you stepping out of your shoes and wading in. 

James grasps your hands to keep you from stumbling as you approach him in the middle of the stream. The water here comes up almost to the hems of your shorts, and you’re considering tossing your clothes to the shore if it means you can experience this icy relief all over your body. 

“This is fun, yeah?” James grins, and your heart contracts guiltily as you realize you may not have been as covert with your dissatisfaction as you’d thought. It’s not James’ fault the outdoors doesn’t treat you as kindly as it seems to treat him, and you have no intention of ruining what should be a perfect trip for him. 

“Yeah, it is.” You return his smile, bracing your hands on his shoulders and standing on tiptoe to kiss him. 

He returns your efforts with gusto, pressing his mouth to yours so ardently you have to take a tiny step back to keep your balance, and a sharp pain goes through your heel. 

You gasp, almost biting James’ lip as you rear back. 

“What?” he asks, instantly concerned, and you grip his shoulders tightly, hopping around awkwardly on one foot. 

“I don’t know.” Your foot stings, the water ripping at it even as you do your best to keep it motionless. “I think I stepped on something.”

James curses. “You aren’t wearing water shoes?”

“I don’t own water shoes,” you cry. 

“Okay, sorry,” he says, both of you speaking more sharply than you’d prefer. “Alright, let’s get out.” He picks you up with strong arms under your knees and shoulders, and you can easily blame it on the pain if you swoon a bit as he carries you to the rocky shore, setting you down gingerly. 

You curl your wounded foot close to you, a puddle of watery red already forming on the rock beneath you. There’s a piece of glass stuck in the skin of your heel, soft and already slightly wrinkled from the water, and it’s panic more than hurt that has invisible fingers closing in a suffocating grip around your throat. 

“You’re okay,” James says, watching you with his own barely-leashed panic swimming in his eyes. “Can I have a look?”

You nod, letting him take your ankle cautiously and bring your tender foot onto his lap. You make a small sound of protest at the blood you’re getting on his shorts, but he shushes you, gripping the protruding piece of glass between his fingernails. 

“I’m gonna take it out, okay? Then we can clean it.” He looks at you for approval, and all you can do is nod again before he’s removed the intruder from your heel and your blood is flowing even faster. You hiss at the pain and in mourning for the stain that will certainly never come out of James’ poor shorts. “Aw, I’m sorry, angel,” James coos, grabbing antiseptic spray you had no idea he’d brought from his backpack. He makes short work of cleaning and covering your wound, and even kisses your gross, river-scented foot when he’s done, though the comically small band-aid covering the cut really puts things into perspective for you. 

You’re doing your best to rally the gung-ho attitude you’ll need to get through the rest of this trip when James says, “I know it’s early, but you probably won’t be able to walk much on that for a little while. Want to go ahead and set up camp at that clearing we passed earlier?” and frankly, the idea of this ordeal being over with for the night is too good to pass up. 

“Sure,” you say, trying to feign some reluctance, and he kisses you on the forehead before hauling you up. 

You’re grateful for James’ selfless character (and his sturdy frame) as he lets you lean some of your weight on him, in addition to the not-insignificant weight of his backpack, while you limp the fifteen minutes to the clearing. He takes the tent from his pack as soon as he’s set everything down, unrolling it and placing the first stake at a corner. 

“Here,” you crawl over, taking the mallet from him. “I can do that.” 

James gives you a look like you’ve sprouted a second head. “No,” he says, taking the mallet back from you and starting to hammer in the stake himself, “you’re hurt.”

You can’t help it; you laugh. “Jamie, a cut in my foot hardly keeps me from using my arms.”

He only shakes his head at you. “You just rest, sweetheart. I’ve got it.” 

You consider protesting further, but he seems serious, and eventually you simply shrug, scooting into a patch of shade to watch him work. If your boyfriend wants to do all the hard work, far be it for you to prevent him.

And as the evening goes on, James actually does insist on doing everything for you. He sets up the tent, builds the fire, heats your dinner, and even fashions a little cushion for you to sit on out of a spare blanket. You argue that you’re not all of a sudden made of glass when he won’t let you roast your own marshmallow, but James won’t hear it, and soon you’re lying on the cool ground, using your blanket cushion to pillow your head and looking at the stars. 

“We can start back to the car as soon as we wake up tomorrow,” James says over the chirping of crickets and croaking of frogs, his head just a few inches from yours. “I’m sure you want to be in your own bed.”

“What?” You push up onto your elbow, looking down at him in disbelief. “No, I’ll be okay to walk tomorrow.” You’re fairly sure you were okay to walk today. “Don’t cut the trip short on my account.” 

James only looks at you glumly. “Sweetheart, you weren’t having any fun today. You were miserable, and then you got hurt.” His brows scrunch like even the memory is agonizing for him. “I don’t want to make it worse by having you walk on it all day tomorrow.”

You’re officially the worst girlfriend in the world. James had been looking forward to this all week, and as soon as you’d gotten here, you’d made no secret of how little you were enjoying yourself. “James, I’ll be fine,” you promise. “I was being a wimp today, and now I know what to do to make it easier for myself.” More bug spray, to start with. You sigh, laying your head on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to spoil your good time. Let me try again tomorrow, okay?” 

“You’re sure?” You can’t see James’ face, but there’s no mistaking the hope in his voice. 

“Positive. You’re so sweet for offering to go home, though.” You tilt your head up until your lips find his, the kiss short and sweet. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t want my girl to have a bad time,” James says, sitting up and pulling you with him so he can kiss you more fully. He casts a forlorn look at your foot. “My poor, injured girl.” 

You grin, bringing your unscathed leg around to straddle his lap. “Not so injured I can’t do anything,” you remind him.

James’ eyebrows rise, his lips slowly curving upward. “Oh, yeah?” he croons, pulling you closer by your waist. “I mean, if you’re sure, sweetheart. But the sexy hat is going to have to stay on."

[distortedsoup]

Have you ever wondered.... just HOW many patches Walter has?

Well, I've got you covered! Here's every patch he is ever mentioned to have, ever.

Gardening

Applied Horticulture- "I already have my gardening badge."

Horticulture, Expanded- "Maybe I can get another gardening badge?"

Horticulture, Abridged- "I already have my gardening badge."

Swimming

Boat sinking- "Better put my swimming badge to good use!"

Fishing

Fish- "I'm great at catching fish! I got a badge and everything!"

Tackle Receptacle- "Not to brag, but I do have my fishing badge."

First Aid

Ghost- "Don't worry [X], I have a badge in first aid!"

Started revival- "Don't worry! I have a badge in first aid!"

Fire Safety (Implied)

Firestarter- "[X]! Did you not get your fire safety badge yet?"

Birdwatching

Birds of the World- "I don't want to brag... but I do have a badge in birdwatching."

Feather Hat- "And I thought my bird watching badge was a feather in my cap!"

Sailing

Leak- "Don't worry! I have a badge in sailing, I know what to do!"

Diving

Plank- "Oh, I'm good at diving! I got a badge for it!"

....Instruction following (????) (I've got nothing, man)

Portal Paraphernalia- "I'm good at following instructions! I have a badge for it!"

Arts and Crafts (Implied)

Den Decorating Set- "He's well on his way to getting his Arts and Crafts badge."

Pets

Here's where things start becoming a bit difficult for me, and perhaps entertaining for you if you hate me.

A lot of these icons are the same as designs for actual Scouting merit badges. So beyond just telling us he has at LEAST 24 patches (at least 27 if the ones on Woby are different) it tells us he (POTENTIALLY) has...

Textiles (or Sailing), First Aid, Sustainability, Music, Canoeing (or potentially Geology), Chemistry, Stamp Collecting, and a whole bunch of others I can't recognize.

He also has the best boy patch. Because he does. I don't make the rules. Considering his maturity level, one can presume he's a young teen– and that makes all of this really impressive! Walter is genuinely good at Pinetree Pioneers, and has a lot of random skills under his belt (or on his sash). That's all!

[spiderfunkz]

𖦹 ˖ ࣪ aquarium date headcanons

— characters : earth 1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar, hobie brown.

— a/n : more atsv characters headcanons bc i love them, go request some prompts for them my requests are open!!! not proofread btw i'm lazy.

✶ miles morales :

brings his sketchbook with him and draws all of your favorite sea animals, he probably, accidentally, dropped a pencil into one of the shorter tanks. he loves listening to your rambles about the different sea animals there. he reads the descriptions of each sea creature so he can talk about them with you.

holds your hand as you look at the different fishes swimming around, but gets distracted and just admires you instead. he will buy you matching things from the gift shop like matching bracelets or pins & surprises you after when you two go home with matching shark onesies and lots of cuddles.

✶ gwen stacy :

she'll bring her camera with her so she can take candid photos of your beautiful smile as you look at the different sea creatures. she loves the dark blue lighting and the quiet atmosphere of aquariums, she loves holding your hand in comfortable silence as you two watch the different sea creatures swim around.

you two will sit down for hours, pointing at the different fishies & saying "that ones us!" or "that one is literally you".

she 100% had a sea animal phase, specifically a shark phase. once you accidentally let go of her hand for a second and completely lost her for a good 20 minutes, only to find her in the shark exihibit. at the end of the day she'll buy you matching shark hats!!

✶ pavitr prabhakar :

wears a "i love sea animals" shirt and fish pj pants to the aquarium. same like gwen, he deifintely had a sea animal phase at some point in his life, more specifically a stingray phase. you two will ramble about your favorite sea animals while eating the fish shaped pizza in the food court. he brings his digicam to the aquarium so he can take videos of the turtles and fishes swimming, and you of course! he loves catching your natural laugh or smile on camera.

loves the touch pool, almost pushed a kid because they were in his way. loves telling you random facts about his favorite sea animals, he'll say things like "did you know stringrays are born fully developed?" with a :D face — "that's really cool, pav." you smile.

✶ hobie brown :

probably banned from most aquariums because he tried swimming in most of them.. but after a few tries you finally found one where he isn't banned! yet.

he loves marine life as much as you do, but he mostly does the listening as you ramble on different topics, besides he loves listening to your voice. he'll follow you around the aquarium, his hand holding your waist. as you watch the jellyfishes swim around, he's watching you, he's admiring how the blue light captures your beauty so perfectly, he's admiring how perfect your hair and self is.

"do you see that one?" you point, eyes focused on the jellyfishes. "yeah, i see it darling." he replies, his heart eyes still looking at you.

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Logan Sargeant is a silly little guy

@vii-tto idk why but it wouldn't let me tag you. Hopefully you see this. also @spell-of-the-rain i added things if you want to check out 75-87

But here's the list of things i know/want to know about logan sargeant

Favorite Actor is Brad Pitt

Favorite Movie is Wolf of Wall Street

Favorite food is a hamburger

Has a boat and often goes deep sea fishing

Lived in London since he was 15

Lose Yourself by Eminem is his favorite hype up song

Is a Dolphins and Heat fan

Enjoyed “No Man, No Cry” by Jimmy Sax

Drinks iced lattes with oat milk

Pumpkin spice lattes?? Edit 12/16/23: No

Has been to Wimbledon

Knows what cricket is

Has a rescue dog named Coco

Also enjoys hockey Edit 11/1/23: Supports the Florida Panthers NHL team and has gone to at least 1 of their games with his friend Kyle Kirkwood

Does he follow college football?

What does he think of the new Miami head coach? 

If not for motorsport, does he think he would have gone pro in a different sport, and if so which one?

Enjoys listening to 50 Cent (is also a big rap fan in general)

Can he speak any other languages with any degree of familiarity?

Cannot draw

Can make a sandwich (other foods?)

Rates all food from one bite and with weird decimals

Gritty-ed in his f1 car

Makes the Williams photographers look like they take good photos

Does he have an English or a Florida driver’s license? And does he still have US citizenship even though he lives in the UK? What kind of visa is he on?

Top three female athletes? (Serena Williams, Simone Biles, and Megan Rapinoe are all acceptable answers) 

Collects Aussies and Kiwis for friends

Does he like the snow? Prefers the heat but does he like snow?

Does he like Missy Elliot? (Requirement) 

“Basic Halloween Bitch”

Calls people “mate” but in an American accent which will never stop being funny

Eye Crinkles™️

Does not have a set eye color he’s just too mystical for that

Has never been to a concert (presumably too busy with racing)

He can swim, he can drive, but can he ride a bike? Edit 11/15/23: He can indeed ride a bike

American commercial cars or  European ones?

Has an older brother but is like an older brother to Benny’s kid

Likes marshmallows

Does not like black beans

Did not think apple could be chips

Knows how to sail??

Knows how to golf

Can paddle (required for any F1 driver)

Lost the F3 championship in 2020 bc of a DNF in the last race

Can he sing??

Does he drink energy drinks? Red Bull or Monster? 

He and Duracell are passionately making out

Blush is very pretty 

Wears a lot of baseball hats

Somehow beat jet lag (expat king)

Mostly spends his nights in but he has some nights out (presumably very interesting ones)

Has an iPhone with a blue case

He looks very pretty in blue

His eyes are sometimes blue

Blue=fav color?? Edit 11/6/23: favorite color is Ocean blue (credit to @spell-of-the-rain)

Pretty insecure (armchair diagnosed anxiety)

Close with his brother and parents but maybe not his extended family?

Is Florida State his college team?? (Worst thing a man can be is a Florida St fan) Edit 12/16/23: believing that FSU got screwed over this year is acceptable

Did he graduate high school??

Did he ever consider going into NASCAR or did moving to Europe at a young age kind of set in stone his path towards open-wheel racing?

Hair is blond/dirty blond

Does he vote in American elections?? (If he supports RonD I cannot stan)

Burger Sauce™️

Logan Hunter Sargeant, certified Frat Bro, most American man ever

Has seen peaky blinder and presumably stranger things

Knows how to carve a pumpkin but has not celebrated Halloween at home in a bit

Possibly dating some instagram model

Caused $4 million in damages, gets payed $1 million a year, and supposedly brings in $30 million in sponsors

Key phrases: “Locked in”, “Bam/Boom”, “Done and dusted” Additions 11/1/23: "Oh hell yeah", "I think you're a little lost here, Chief". Additions 11/6/23: “Yeh” (gets quieter throughout the word (how it’s one syllable??)), “on the bounce” (credit to @spell-of-the-rain i believe)

Joined the Williams Driver Academy in 2021 

Got stuck in F3 bc he didn’t have the money to move up

Driver for Carlin in 2022

Former teammates include Liam Lawson, Oscar Piastri, Frederick Vesti (Edit 11/6/23: Max Fewtrell possibly?)

DOB: December 31, 2000

5'11

Had a giveaway for gloves he used to win an F4 race on Twitter in 2017 and both Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell replied

Originally his number was 3 but he switched to 2 for F1 (to much fan consternation who thought he had so many better options)

Childhood best friends with Kyle Kirkwood, a current Indycar driver

Logan's older brother Dalton raced in NASCAR until 2018

Did a commercial for Sport23

Does not have cowboy boots as of COTA 2023

Born in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, USA

lived in Switzerland from 14-15(?)

knows the conversion rate for a kilometer

is taller than a tuna fish

Podiumed at the Macau Grand Prix in 2019

Won the CIK-FIA championship when he was 14 Additions as of 11/1/23

Loves waffles but they are not his favorite dessert

Very patriotic (oh hell yeah)

is the first American F1 point scorer in 30 years and the first one to score on home soil since 1989

Went to see the Nets in NYC (but would have preferred to see the Knicks)

has a custom Miami Dolphins jersey with his last name on the back

Claims to know all the lyrics to "Ice Ice Baby" (credit to @formulaaone) (Edited 11/6/23)

Additions as of 11/6/23:

Under the same talent agency as Alex Albon

Has the same manager as George Russell

George Russell was his mentor coming up

Went to a catholic private school (credit to @wenevrknew)

Does not like fish? (Credit to @spell-of-the-rain)

He runs weird (in my opinion as he reminds me of my brother when he was 12 (he ran very strangely))

Karted in Las Vegas when he was a kid

Can he drive a stick shift? (Alex believes he cannot)

Enjoys video games

Refers to his car as “she”

Knew how to attach a visor to his helmet prior to February(? Could’ve been March but before the season) 2023

Additions as of 12/16/23

Broke his arm in a 2014 German Karting Championship when Marcus Armstrong took him out at T1 (credit to @spell-of-the-rain )

Has gotten his head eaten by the Golden Knights mascot

If he could have any superpower, he would like to teleport

Has never flown a drone

Favorite racing movie is Talladega Nights (sad Mater noises)

Does not trust other people to drive him

Would rather sleep in then get up early

Considers himself fairly organized

His mother makes a very good sweet potato casserole

Got his habit of worrying from his mom

“Santa’s Little Helper”

Driving for Williams Racing Formula 1 Team in 2024

Got out qualified by his teammate every race of 2023

[captainzigo]

since I have been making my little pony comics for the past few months, I have basically forgotten what every single one of my duckverse comic prompts means. I had a big list full of one sentence prompts for duckverse comics that I was going to make, and I was reading through it yesterday, because I thought about making one. I was surprised to find out that I have no idea what any of them mean. instead of just deleting the list, I have decided to share with you. For what good it will do you. Think of this as a little shout out to the people who followed me for duckverse content. i havent forgotten about you. it’s also a little peek in my twisted mind. my horrible creation process. a behind the scenes look from hell. the list of prompts is below the break

max college fund

launchpad rescue hero

costco 22¢ per bite

house of mouse

door to darkness

because i’m hispanic?

donald cousins catch and release

fish wife

the greatest skateboard trick in the seven seas

backyardagins movie

evil versions boy band

gladstone gay moms

the poor part of town

private army of freaks vs my boys

you own the town. you are politics - what do you think taxes are for - not gladstone bail - id be doing everyone a favor

kids table is great actually

donald cry gold swim

beautiful gold moon

villains table

these lovebirds

gladstone can’t read

gladstone hyper specific thrift store shirt

louie seeing anyone right now?

managed my uncle’s finances

june dolls episode

may louie webs spy episode

house of mouse christmas hdl want to come

propeller cap start to turn. big wind. its a helicopter landing. thanks babe

double gay batteries

daisy likes donald snoring

if you can understand anything he says then yeah!

sora. quack pack. bald monkey

i respect your pronouns. i dont not respect YOU scrooge

why are you friends with my rival’s girlfriend

we’re sisters now too???

The dancing hacker - do you know how hard it is to lucid dream

are you guys playing dancing hacker?

how did you do that? Those dice were rigged i mean.

you guys were supposed to prepare a musical number every session

Lady in pink but with a knife

girl boss? No girl lady. But not a girl.

sephirof at the door. never seen Donald that serious in my life.

I have a superhero alter ego - like super Grover?

louie x robin the frog

daffy: i’m getting you a job in Hollywood, kid! You gonna make big times. Why? uh… i’m friends with your mom.

Duckburg community college is the only community college that does dance scholarship

duckberg community ducks, and the Duckburg University geese

in helicopter: you ever going to get tired of having our dates like this? no never.

donald take responsibility for our son! panchito what

babe your costume is terrible. why are you still in a sailor hat

tasha austin gay lesbian solidarity

hey webby! *glittery hands*

webby diary

shake for trust? glitter on hand. body slam

why did t you tell me your girlfriend is a pilot? tasha said i shouldn’t tell you because of what happened to you pilot ex. he’s still alive!

pablo: sleeper agents be like time for my next mission

CHRISTMAS GIFTS

WHATS UP T-BOYS?

donald’s boyfriends what does gladstone have against gay people

donald you should wingman for me. i thought you were gay

dugan duck is your secret kid isn’t he

huey ponytail

donald has three boyfriends why can’t i have two

woops i mexed up their super powers - let’s go, t boys! i didn’t make them trans! they were like that before, right?

your brother donald has like five partners. yeah and i’m not my brother donald. you’re right. i should date your brother donald

dewey damn girl your ass phat what are your pronouns. katy nun/ya

tying normie trans girl to a chair turbo pablo

don’t worry. the promise ring is just a tracking device

punch buggy gets steadily more and more violent

dewey’s many licenses

duck twins cobwebs

beaks: help! #911

katy can not entertain in her tiny trailer

uno gaydar donald i finally give you a job and you’re being gay on the clock??

when mom comes in and you have to hide your DS under your pillow

HDL Tulin

HDL chart

[pumpkinsy0]

twttin characters (and rusty james from rumble fish lol) in my early 2000s au :3

cathy: im gonna tell yall RIGHT now, she goes by “cat”, i cannot explain it to u but she just DOES to me, nobody rlly knows her as cathy shes just,,,cat, shes that kind of girl that always has a camera in her hand just taking pics of whatever and she posts it on flickr, she loves photography, shes always wearing those milkmaid tops or big sweaters with bell bottom jeans, and her hair is short, think of those teen movies w that “down to earth pretty chill w her walkman” girl and thats her, she was prolly watching those mlp tribute vids on her family computer, she thinks its cute, she loves collecting pins n stuff, she loves friends (the show)

m&m: gonna b so honest w u, m&m just seems so timeless to me i dont rlly have much to say for him bc i think he’d act the exact same way no matter the time period, BUT some things i can add is that he really likes the teenage mutant ninja turtles and loves comic books so theres that, hes a bit of a collector of just about anything and so cathy takes pics of his room a lot and post it on flickr so theres that, he’d be in the family computer quite a bit and since in the early 2000s barely any adult knew how to use the computer he was just on there goin crazy in chatrooms on some odd ass forum talking about figurines or somethin, god bless his soul, always has cathy’s walkman and gameboy she never gets to use them but its ok, she lives her bro, he loves pokemon and has a card collection in his binder

mark: he makes fun of ppl who use the internet (in the early 2000s the internet was seen as a more of a niche interest and it was associated with like geeks/nerds n stuff) and video games (cough cough m&m cough), literally all he watches is adult swim if not, he loves wwe, that guy whos always in a skatepark despite never??? skating???? he just has a bit of friends there and hangs out w them a but, BUT he does have a bike he uses as transportation and can actually do some pretty cool tricks like my god i cant even hate, has 1 snapback hat he wears religiously, has a bunch of posters of half naked women on his side of the room

bryon: he has so many things from abercrombie and fitch, hollister, american eagle, hes THAT guy good lord, he would be a bit into basketball, i could see that, watches myv just to be judgey but also bc pretty girls on tv, watches jackass w mark, has a playstation 1 he just NEVER touches, has THE SMALLEST interest in video games like halo and grand theft auto, action movies are his thing, if u wanna see an action movie hes the guy

rusty james: thinks hes sooooo grown for watching adult swim, he and “thinks its for losers”, hes that guy thats into bmx sports, steals a ton of magazines on it, HATES boy bands but is like “if i was in one the girls would LOVE me”

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

there's something about the aquarium mayoi chuuya card that is so endearing to me. compared to all of his other cards, it's probably the least flashiest- but there's something about seeing chuuya in casual clothes like that brown jacket and dolphin necklace is so...wholesome? to me? we rarely ever get to see him in actual, non working clothes (he's not even wearing his hat in this one!!) and while i know that technically the aquarium cards has other pm members aswell, I'd like to think that this is what chuuya looks like in his off days. maybe he does like to go to aquariums and look at the fishes on his own, or go to a cafe and indulge himself in some sweets. idk. i just really like that card 🥲

Anon this is my favourite Chuuya mayoi card. I love him so much. And yeah it’s a good outfit I think! Look at him!

I wonder, do you know about the short story that goes with it? Idk who wrote it for the game but it’s here if you want to check it out. Basically Elise and Mori are going to the aquarium so Chuuya is there to cover them. The Akutagawa siblings are also there but in a separate part of the building (there’s another story that focuses on them too!). It kind of hurts me in a way, because Chuuya is unable to relax. He’s on threat mode close to the entire time, even hanging back so it doesn’t look like he’s associated so he can better watch over them from a distance, before Elise grabs him and kind of forces him to enjoy himself. He spots some people moving boxes in the shadows and becomes immediately suspicious of illegal activities (he’s… right actually, as Mori later reveals - another point for intelligent Chuuya as he figured it out in a few seconds of observing) but he really is looking constantly for anyone who might want to hurt Mori and Elise to the point where he’s even a little jumpy and it’s just… :(

And then there’s this dialogue in the middle of it. Whoever wrote this, I just want to talk. —

Nakahara Chuuya: (As long as they're in here, they get fed every day, and they don't have any natural enemies. Must be peaceful.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (...)

Nakahara Chuuya: (But... A water tank has its limits, it can't compete with the real thing.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (These fish don't know the freedom of swimming far off into the ocean.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (I wonder which one makes them happier.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (...)

Nakahara Chuuya: (... Whatever, no use getting sentimental over a bunch of fish.)

—

How dare they. Truthfully though, in my mind this is peak Chuuya behaviour, to think deeply about something that is not at all analogous to him and his situation in any way and then shut that down real fast because he has “other things to think about”. Sigh.

This got away from me. Anyways anon I love this card too. It’d be nice to think of him doing something casual for once. Maybe one day he will be able to enjoy things like that a little more. I hope so. :)

[sparkedblaze]

Hi here's all my favorite things about Livesies as I watch it

92sies

This is fsfs gonna be part 1 of 2 or 3

T/W violence, cursing, ets

The Overture. It plays all these semi-familiar tunes from 92sies with a little funky freshness to it and I love it sm

THE FUCKING PROJECTIONS AHAHHHHH

CRUTCHIE BEING THE ONLY OTHER NEWSIE (BESIDES ALBERT) WITH A BACKWARDS HAT

"I ain't been walkin' so good" 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

"Doyawannabustyaothalegtoo?!" "Uh.. no I wanna go down."

"Ya seein' stars alright."

Their accents and over acting are amazing

A big life in a small town SUCKS Jackson Kelly

Heh heh

*waves hand in front of Crutchie's eyes*

CRUTCHIE ACTUALLY CLOSING HIS EYES AND HIS LIL SMILE WHILE HE'S IMAGINING SANTA FE

DID I MENTION THE PROJECTIONS

yA RIDe it inStyLE FEACHA ME RIDIN IN STILE

"WORK THE LAND CHASE THE SUN SWIM THE W H O L E R I O G R A N D E JUST FOR FUUUUN"

"WATCH ME STAND😄 Watch me run 😀 🙁"

"hey HEY"

THE IDEA THAT THE PROLOGUE IS ACTUALLY A PROLOGUE I THINK IT'S @raggedy-albert 'S HC

RACETRACK MOTHERFUCKING HIGGINS

ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

"A leg of lamb 🥰"

R A L B E R T

FINCH

BEN COOK SKY FLAHERTY IAIN YOUNG JOSH BURRAGE

MUSH'S HOP LOOKING FOR HIS HAT

MIKE AND IKE TRADING HATS

CRUTCHIE SHINING HIS CRUTCH

BUTTONS' HAND MOVEMENT ON 'FISHES'

JACK NUDGING SMALLS ON 'FISHES'

IAIN YOUNG'S LIL RAT BOY FACE

'Step aside Romeo nothin more concerns u here'

Poisonally

Kath's sass

Darcy pretending he's straight

"I'M CRUSHED"

"Gonna rain?" "Uuuuhhhhhh..... No rain oh-ho partlycloudyclearbyevenin"

"BLIND" "AND MUTE" "AND DEAD"

Jack taking Finch's slingshot

Flip

Tommy's lil hops

"I LIKES LIVIN CHANCEY"

ELMER AND BUTTONS TAKING OFF THEIR HATS WHEN THE NUNS SHOW UP

"I dunno Sister, but it's bound to rain soon'a o' lat'a!"😃

BEN COOK

ANTHONY ZAS

NICK MASSON

JOSH BURRAGE

SKY FLAHERTY

IAIN YOUNG

CHAZ WOLCOTT

AND ALL THE OTHERS WHO I DON'T REMEMBER THE NAMES OF THE ACTORS

Everyone hopping to give their cups back

"I DO TOOOOO SO IT MUST ME TRUUUUUE WHAT A SWITCH, SOON WE'LL ALL BE RICH DON'T KNOW A BETTER WAY TO MAKE A NEWSIES DAYYY"

Their entire lil dancey dance right here

Elmer offended at being whacked with hat

"GOTAFEELINBOUTAHEADLINEISMELLSMEAHEADLINEPAPESAREGONNASELLLIKEWEWASGIVINEMAWAYBETCHADINNERITSADOOZYBOUTAPISTOLPACKINFLOOZYDONTKNOWANYBETTERWAYTOMAKEANEWSIESDAYIWASSTAKINOUTTHECIRCUSANDTHENSOMEONESAIDTHATCONEYSREALLYHOTBUTWHENIGOTTHERETHEREWASSPOTWITHALLHISCRONIESYOIMGONNATAKEWHATLITTLEDOUGHIGOTANDPLAYTHEPONIESWEATLEASTDESERVESAHEADLINEFORTHEHOURSTHATTHEYWORKUSJEEZIBETIFIJUSTSTAYEDALITTLELONGERATTHECIRCUS"

Finch finger guns

Jack taking Finch's hat

Smalls diving under Finch's leg

Finch's face right before they say 'yeah!'

Whatever Al's face is doing ever

*disappointment*

Romeo waving like the little bean he is

"WATCH IT"

"It's honest woik"

"AINCHA FADDA ONE O THA STRIKAS"

Albert and Racer

Ralbert

Whack whack

The Delanceys running into each other

Morris hopping from steps

Everyone getting their bags

ALBERT PUT YOUR FUCKING HAT ON

Big smiles everyone, we just finished the first big number Race: :O

Davey trying to slow Les

"I'll call ya sweetheart if you spot me 50 papes"

"I'M NEW TOO"

Albert, to Jojo: Yo check this shit out. Watch what I'm about to do to this bitch "YOU HAVE A VERRRRY INTERESTING FACE. EVER THOUGHT ABOUT GETTIN' INTO MOVIN' PITCHAS?!"

"BUY A TICKET THEY LET ANYONE IN"

*Does not pay*

Everyone's face when they laugh at Jack making fun of Oscar

"The faymus Jack Kelly"

Ben Cook's dumbass socks

Jack's "holy fuck he can do math" face

Specs laughing at Jack's reaction to Les knowing math

"That's disgusting"

W i b b l e

Specs never using stairs properly

Albert riding in on Pulitzer's desk

FOOTBALL? *whack* VIOLENT? *whack*

"Guess what? He got elected." *runs*

Nunzio.

My roommate and I accidentally mashing cut and slit like twice and so now we say slut instead of either

"-like an army that's marching to war." I mean... He wasn't wrong

Has anyone noticed how similar Hannah and Kath look?

BIG STEP BIG STEP BIG STEP

"buy a pape from a poor orphan boy" *cough cough*

"BORN TO THE BREED"

"THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN SCHOOL" "This kid"

Racetrack hawkin in the background and bolting when Snyder comes

"Doesn't everyone?"

ALL THE CONTINUITY ERRORS IN MEDDA'S THEATER. THE BOYS GOING FROM NEWSIES TO FAKE MUSTACHE MEN AND BACK

LOVEY DOVEY BABY PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND

Jack saying pocket with the same intensity that Draco Malfoy says Potter

MEDDA FUCKING LARKIN

"The only thing I own is the mortgage"

"ARE YOU BLIND SHE GOT NO CLOTHES ON"

The look Jack and Davey share when Medda says she knows the governor

"YOU PICTURED THAT?!"

"Take it easy, it's a bunch of trees."

"Jeez! I never knew no one with a aptitude!"

"I AM?! HOW 'M I DOIN'?!"

'I'm better than you' the song

Jack's lil figure 8 dance with just his head

"And prayers from the Pope"

Devin Lewis as Jack for like two scenes.

"AND. MY. BANK."

Watching Jack recognize Katherine

"Why don't you go find out?" 👀

"You want I should lock the door"

"Doin what?"

It's hard to like a whole lot about the scenes where they're flirting bc Kath is so outwardly uncomfy with it

And also they're both simps for Jacobses

*two finger point*

"sOrry mIss mEddA"

Jack's hesitation before he starts singing

"Girls are nice, once or twice, til I find someone new" You bisexual pining bitch

Does anyone know who does the actual sketch?

T H E P R O J E C T I O N

"-and you lie like a rug!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Hey-hey quiet down there's a show goin' on!"

"Shhhhhhhhh"

"Everr"

HAT TIP AND SMIRK AS JACK IS CLIMBING DOWN

MIKE AND IKE GIVING OFF THE MAJOREST SIBLING EVERGY

"Sirens is like lullabies to me."

DELANCEY DEVASTATION AT "they've got a mother" THEY'RE SO TRASH AND HURT I LOVE THEM

"He traded her for a box o' cigars!" "HEY THEY WAS CORONAS"

"Ain't we the hoi polloi!"

"Ask me after they put up the headline"

"Is that news?" "ITISTOME"

Romeo. R O M E O

"I ain't payin' no sixty."

DEUS SPECS MACHINA

BAMBAM "C'mere fellas"

Henry's pose as he says "AIN'T WE GOT NO RIGHTS?!"

IK THAT EVERYONE SAYS TOMMY LOOKS DOWN BC HE'S CONFUSED WHEN JACK SAYS 'WOULD YOU KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON' BC HE'S WEARING A SHIRT YADDA YADDA BUT HE'S NOT THAT'S HIS UNDERSHIRT. SO HE'S CONFUSED BC HIS SHIRT IS ALREADY OFF. BACK IN THOSE TIMES BEING IN JUST YOUR UNDERSHIRT, YOU MAY AS WELL HAVE NO SHIRT. THX FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

LES SHOVING PEOPLE

Crutchie desperately trying to hop to keep up

Jojo and Elmer.

"Hey Jack you still thinkin?" "Sure he is. Can't ya smell smoke?"

(I'm out of character limits so this is part 1)

[stars-and-wish-fulfillment]

Hi!! Here's a couple of questions about the SCDverse :)

1. Who are all of the members of The Cast as of right now?

2. With the SCDverse being sentient, does it genuinely care about The Cast? Or is it more of a symbiotic/parasitic relationship between them?

Genuinely really cool to read more about Sticker and their universe, I'm excited to see for when you post more!! :D

You see, that's primarily why SCDverse is in WIP Hell, I plan on having EVERYONE in there but here's all the critters that I have thought about. Everyone here are Critters because everyone in Stray Cat Doors 1 and 2 (was focusing primarily on 2, haven't played 3 yet but I'm planning to) are animals except for the protagonist so I just followed that. Sticker is a weird case for everyone in SCDverse but they all agree he's (mostly- might have a bit of everything else) a cat. You already know Sticker's there so let's talk about his family here. The Dadsters, named The Birbsters here.

This is a very old drawing of them and that's Sticker's old design (but not much changed, just a few bits.) Top is a Blue Macaw with a tiny top hat and Aster is a crow. Top's sons and Aster's Brothers (+ Betelgeuse)are here too, as well as the _____tale residents because I had to give them a happy ending. They're all birds by the way, it's part of why Sticker loves wings and flying so much.

They adopted Sticker by finding him somewhere one day and the rest is history.

This is Stitch (Error). A Fluffy Black cat with a yarn tail. I drew this for an evil artstyle challenge, also an old drawing.

Sticker and Stitch are friends, Stitch often messes with Sticker when he's out puzzling but it's how they play. Stitch uses his tail for yarn when he crochets, just don't ask how he does it with paws. SCDverse is not an Universe where you look for realism.

You can pull and cut Stitch's whiskers for string, just make sure you get his permission first.

This is Cross, don't think I have a nickname for him yet. He's a white wolf and this is also an old drawing. I did this for Underverse's anniversary so I had to celebrate in my own way.

I don't know what to do for XGaster here yet but he's an old wolf. The X-tale cast are just chilling here.

Dream (Dawn), Nightmare (Dusk) and Blue were all Cats but then there's too many cats so I made Dream and Nightmare to Deer and Blue, a dog. Blue still keeps the two toned blue bandana though.

The Murdertime Trio is named The Mischief Trio. I don't have any idea for what Dust and Horror will be but Killer (renamed to Scratcher here because Killer is too graphic for Paracosm, also contemplating changing Horror's name here) is a raccoon.

The Doodlesphere is also a part of The Cast, it's also sapient and it just wants anyone that enters it to enjoy solving it's puzzles, Sticker is mostly the one solving it though.

There is a fast travel option here, it's a door shaped portal on a floating island named The Gateway, it leads to a Hallway of unlocked Doors named The Doorways. Sticker just likes doing it this way.

Paper hung on strings with arrows pointing to The Gateway are there to ensure that no one gets lost and can return home.

The Doodlesphere is a messy and chaotic place where reality seems to bend and warp. Waterfalls fall in any direction, Stairs and steps that lead to Doors or nowhere. Gigantic furniture that serve as a ground for puzzles. Toy fish and jellyfishes swim and float around, potentially carrying useful items. Gravity changes depending on where you are.

It's like if you took several jigsaw puzzles, mixed them together and then you try to solve it like that.

It shifts too, nothing is ever static here. Once a puzzle is solved, it's liable to change bit by bit until it's unrecognizable.

2. Paracosm does genuinely care about The Cast, it's just that it's way of caring includes locking The Cast in a box (it is the box) forever, shielding them from whatever bad thing is out there.

The Cast knows about Paracosm but it's in the same way as they know about The Audience, it is a silent observer that occasionally speaks to them. They have no idea what Paracosm is doing to them and if they do, likely view it as normal. They have no other basis on what is normal after all.

A Paracosm Doodle, This is how it looks like from the outside. The Center is where The Doodlesphere lies and the worlds reside on the never ending rings.

It's dark because Paracosm doesn't want you to see them.

[vinnoa-articles]

Roaring Waves

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Rating: Anyone

Word count: 1,799

Type: Angst

Characters: reader (anyone), Portgas D. Ace

Trigger warnings/content: Spoilers! Drowning, death, friendship, lost, swearing

He was free, or at least his soul seemed free as he rode the waves on his board. Black locks flowing behind him. His sun kissed skin glistening as the sun sets on his whitebeard tattoo on his back. It was breathtaking, just seeing him laughing as he was dancing on the sea’s foam. He was your light, inspired by his huge grin, that was brighter than the sun itself. You were lost in thought when he came back around. Snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. His starry freckles peppered his face, pairing with his smile. It was contagious, his smile, his laugh, and his actions.

“Oi, OI” you feel something hot right near your lashes that makes you jump back, nearly falling off the edge into the water. You yelp and touch your lashes to make sure none of them got burnt off, giving that sunny boy a scowl to remember.

“Ace boy, you can’t do that shit! You know I can’t swim!” You hissed at him. The fireboy laughed as he sat right next to you on the edge of the bay, seeing your reaction was always his favorite part about his adventure at this moment. Tilting his hat back so you could clearly see his skin glowing. You weren’t sure if it was the water, the sun or just his devil fruit powers that was doing it, but something was captivating about it. It made you want to be friends with him, and he made an impact on the village you were from. He got rid of the marines, and even seemed to speak to a “Garp” or “Raleigh” or some old boomer, but he must have power in high places. No matter though, it should be okay to relax a little.

“Oh you CAN swim, you just prefer not to in case the sea creatures come around and devour you,” he laughed while leaning on the back of his palms. You grumbled a bit and glared at him a little. 

“Okay you falling into the sea and for me to save your ass was not part of the agenda,” you jabbed at his head, making his hat cover his eyes. You heard a slight growl from him as he returned the jab to your cheek.

“Oh yeah? Well, I didn’t have to kick the sea creature’s ass for you while you were skipping rocks y/n!” As you two start to exchange some finger jabs at each other, you both finally stare at each other and laugh. It was stupid, but you were right, without each other someone would have gotten severely hurt, even dead. “Hey now, I am grateful you picked me up from the sea”. You gave a slight nod to reciprocate the same feeling. The subtle breeze was amazing against your face, and tickling your ears as if it was whispering secrets. 

“I mean Ace, you sure you don’t want to wait here and just take a load off? I know Whitebeard might be waiting for you. But-” you looked at the red sun, almost sinking into the depths of the sea, as if it was signaling Ace’s departure soon.

“You know, I may be strong, but I need to find the One Piece before my brothers do y/n”, huffing it out as he stood up on the edge. His hands in his pockets, fishing out a piece of paper that was wiggling in the air.

“You mean Sabo and Luffy? I mean, they may come here. You never know!” You glance up at his toned figure, how does he stay so fit. Sometimes you wonder if his powers help him burn the calories, but then again, he is a pirate as well and he has fought big names. Crazy how he manages to do it, and hearing the lore of his brothers doing the same makes your mind wonder what if I had devil-fruit powers. Maybe you could have helped your village from the marines instead of Ace. However, the village never knew he was a pirate. They detested pirates as for years and years, many have come to see a pone? A big square rock, but I have no idea if it even rests here. I have seen it in a cave, but it's nothing interesting. Even Ace saw it and said not to worry about it, as long as I don’t speak a word about it to anyone. That I could trust his brother with this rock.

“True, but the seas call to me. Only you can get over your fear of the sea you know. You can’t join my crew, but if you get off this island, I feel like you could help people really well”. This is where you frowned. You truly didn’t feel like it, especially since all you had to do was ask Ace and he solved it within a day or two; by himself. You felt something land on your head, and it was Ace’s hat, you could still smell something burnt, but it was a smell for you to remember. He could tell you were not very convinced by his actions at all. “I guess I can give this to you,” he stated as he handed you something small. It was a piece of paper that looked the exact same as the one he was holding earlier. Perplexed, you looked at him dumbfounded. You raised your eyebrow, like really? “Oh I forgot, this is my vivre card. Its to show you where I am going, and when I get hurt”. Grasping the chit between your fingers, you observed it, moving in the opposite direction of the wind. It was true, it was following the direction of Ace’s movements.

“So does that mean you will leave soon?” You jump up, hoping he wouldn’t be leaving for a while. He shook his head in dismay, as if he did enjoy his time here, yet there were many islands and places that were just as good, if not similar to your village.

“Well, just know I will be back,” he stretched his arms up above his shoulders, then rolled his neck to make sure he was stretched around. 

“Promise me? At least come back here before your brother gets here, you understand?” Trying to lock eyes with him to make sure he was a man of his word. He just nodded and chuckled.

“Yeah yeah, I will-” Ace turned his head to see your pinky extended out to him, making sure he would pinky-swear to come back. You could see some hesitation, but he grasped your pinky with his. It felt hot, as if your pinky would get soldered onto his. “Yes, I will come back before Luffy and Sabo.” You sighed a sense of relief. As you both release, you see him spring off the bay and onto his board. You felt a little sad, but knowing he was a man of his word, you knew he would come back. Yet why did you have a sense of dread building up in your heart, restlessness that couldn’t be settled. “Oi, you better not lose that card!” 

“Could never fire boy!” You laughed while waving at him. “Bye Ace! Good luck!”

“Tell the Marines I am nearby at Banaro if they try to do something again!”

At least, that is what you remember from what happened days ago. You had your little sailboat out at sea, traveling because you heard that Ace was not at Banaro; the island next door. You heard about a big flame and black dust popping up. Yet there wasn’t any word about what happened. It was so hush-hush. Even newspapers refused to waste their paper on your little hometown because the population was so sparse. So, you decided to go out to sea. The vivre card leading which way Ace could have gone. It was slightly burnt, and that made you beyond worried. You weren’t going to let a new friend of yours get hurt when he was just fine not that long ago. Sitting on your boat, you could tell that the seas were restless from all the marine boats that would pass by. Afterall, you had no flag to show if you were a pirate, so many left you alone. You swam for fish here and there, but no deeper than that to avoid the truth of the depths of the seas. Then there was sound, a loud sound. Seeing it from a distance, you could see the sky was dark. There was yelling, screaming, and sounds of agony. You try to see what could be up ahead, and you see the markings. Impel Down; the infamous underwater prison where no criminal leaves alive. There was no way you wanted to get near that place, but the waves carried you closer and closer to the prison. The vivre card was moving a lot in the direction of the prison.

“No…no way”, you mutter. There was no way Ace was fighting with the marines here, right? Right? You see a huge ray of light burst over the walls. What could it have been? You row as fast as you can, closer and closer to the underwater dungeon. You felt your boat about to touch the base when-

“ACE” You heard a scream, and you didn’t recognize the voice. It felt frantic, even mortified. Who could it have been? You look at your vivre card, only for it to disintegrate in the palm of your hand. It's disappearing, no, it can’t be. Why is it-

You rush to get out of the boat, only to miss a beat and slip. Seeing a big gray rock coming straight to your face as you fall face first. What was this hot, yet cold feeling? It was as if Ace was hugging you, letting you know he would be back. Would he be? Your body feels so numb right now. You have to try and swim like he said, so he could keep his promise of seeing you needed to swim, but you couldn’t. When did the water look so red and pretty? Similar to when the sun was sinking the day Ace left. Well, maybe you can sleep a little. You must have landed on the dock for sure. It hurts to breathe, but you know you will wake up and return home. Telling them how you went to the underwater prison and even touched the dock. They warned you time and time again, the seas were rough that it was dangerous. 

You were living proof, right? My body feels heavy. Well, maybe later I will tell Ace how crazy it was for his vivre card to go up into flames. Like we did, we pinky-swore, near the roaring waves.

[kootiepatra]

#FFxivWrite2024 - Day 21: Shade

[Wolmeric nonsense on the Island Sanctuary]

Since Aymeric’s first day on the island had fallen victim to poor weather—which made for a hilarious and unexpectedly romantic day, but not exactly the most idyllic one—he and Keimwyda began their second day with a zeal to make up for lost time.

…After a properly lazy morning of sleeping in, of course.

But she took him on the grand tour. They viewed her favorite vistas, sampled some of the islands’ fruits, and observed the wildlife of all sorts that flitted through the trees and ambled through the fields and along the shore. And the beach—of course, they spent time on the beach. Plenty of it, too.

Before the Calamity, Coerthas had its fair share of swimming holes and wading streams, but nothing like a proper beach, with sand so soft one did not need shoes, and waters so comfortably cool that one could wade, and swim, and splash about to their heart’s content without ever feeling a chill. Not to mention the fish and corals which could be seen just off the island’s shore: a colorful kaleidoscope unlike anything found in Eorzea’s freshwater rivers and lakes. It was a new experience for Aymeric, and one he was enjoying thoroughly.

“I am reminded that it has been more than five summers since I have had a proper swim ,” he marveled. “Nothing against the Firmament’s hot springs, of course. But to be outside, and unhurried, and free to explore…”

…Aymeric soon would soon also remember it had been more than five summers since he had spent so much time in the sun.

Keimwyda had been the first to notice. She had thought he looked flushed from the exercise, but then realized that the color was not fading. He insisted he felt fine. She ushered him into the shade of the cabin anyway, ordered the nearest mammet to supply him with all the cool beverages he desired, and nipped off to the gardens to harvest a few leaves of aloe and rinse them in the nearby stream.

By the time she returned, she found him sat on the edge of the chaise lounge, a mammet fanning him with a large palm frond, and him poking at his own shoulder and wincing as the spot went from red to white under his touch. It would seem that his time taking shelter was allowing the burning sensation to catch up to him.

“Oh, love,” she said sympathetically. “How do you feel?”

He looked up at her sheepishly. “I… may have overdone things somewhat.”

“Perhaps a bit. I fear you do not know your own limits, Ser.”

“And how is it you are not burned yourself?” he demanded with a wry smile. “Quite unfair of you.”

She shook her head and laughed, “I have had a bit more exposure than you as of late…” and then she pointed at the wide-brimmed straw hat she wore. “But I would credit this to go a long way towards it as well. We shall have the workshop make you one that you can wear tomorrow.”

Aymeric made a face.

Keimwyda laughed again. “What, should I be insulted? Do you not think I look well in it?”

“That is not it at all! ‘Tis just that… I mean, I can already tell I shall not be able to pull it off as splendidly as you do. Envy, you see.”

“Admirably recovered,” she smirked.

He shrugged. “I have just never been much for hats, myself.”

“Hmm. Well, may I humbly suggest that you now have sufficient motivation to make an exception. At least for your stay here.”

“Perhaps,” he sighed. He watched her strip open one of the aloe leaves, scoop out its jellied, translucent flesh into a bowl, and shake off the tendrils of slime that stretched and oozed after it. He made a face again. “…May I ask, what is that?”

“Oh, have you not seen it? It grows in Thanalan. As a poultice, it is quite effective for soothing sunburn.” She mashed the stuff into a gooey gel—which did not do much to make it look more appealing—and then came over and sat beside him.

She felt his forehead. It  had been spared the worst of the burn thanks to the way he wore his hair, but even so… “You do still feel a bit warm,” she noted.

“Aye, well, so does a gastornis after it has been roasted, I imagine.”

“Hah. So it does. Drink some more water. And, I apologize in advance…”

“Apologize for wh…aaaaaah,” he gasped, as she applied some of the gel to his shoulders. It had been quite a few years since he had been sunburnt at all—even prior to the Calamity—and never had he received this exact treatment for it. The flaring sting of being touched leapt straight into the sensation of ice as the aloe layered onto his skin, which soon eased into a bizarre but effectively comforting coolness that washed over the area like a wave. “...Ah. I see. How… invigorating!”

“I’m so sorry, love,” she laughed gently. “But it does help, yes?”

“It does.”

So she continued, gingerly tracing over the reddened areas on his shoulders, back, arms, and chest, careful to keep a layer of gel between his skin and her fingertips. …Which did not prevent him flinching a few times, only to relax into the relief of the poultice as it set in.

“Look at me?” she asked, wanting to get a better sense of how his face had fared. He obliged.

Keimwyda felt her heart melt. Over sun-singed cheeks and nose, his glacial blue eyes shone despite his discomfort, looking soft, and teasing, and relaxed . It was good to see him thus. And she dared say it was long overdue. She smiled at him, and playfully dotted a daub of gel upon his nose. He squinted against it and laughed.

…His lips did not look burned, she thought. It seemed to her that they might benefit from… perhaps a different kind of therapy. His eyes met hers. He smiled mischievously. It seemed that he would agree.

It was probably for the best they did not remember the mammet still standing there with the fan.

[ceilingfan5]

[id: a simple drawing of a sun wearing sunglasses and smiling]

HEY idk about you but the weather has been shitty here and i have been aching for sunshine so i have manufactured some with my bare hands

here is nearly 4,000 words of taakitz ridiculousness, while i take a break from my cruise fic, which was initially supposed to be a break from a different fic--it's fine. you get to eat these delicious words don't WORRY about it.

go read As Luck Would Have It (rated T) if this sounds like it will warm your bones and make you smile:

Kravitz gets invited to a weird party and then the only person he knows there disappears, so he ends up having to get friendly with the host. But that's a good thing.

or read it below but again it is 3.7k: (minor warning for brief mentions of alcohol)

“So, got your goth speedo ready?” Sloane needles, throwing her arm around Kravitz. He nearly gets knocked over and the guy behind them in the coffee line looks a little annoyed that she’s butted in, but not enough to be unpolite about it yet. 

“My fucking what now?” Kravitz half-drags her forward as the next shmuck in line gets a frothy caffeine milkshake. 

“I thought I told you that we’re goin’ to a beach party tonight. What’s the problem? I know you don’t work tomorrow. I have your gcal and everything. No escape.”

“Well,” Kravitz says, fishing for an excuse and coming up fishless. “It’s, listen, I know it’s April, but it’s supposed to snow tonight. The weather is garbage, and you want to have a beach party?”

“Uh, for one thing, it’s not my beach party, it’s Tres Horny Boys’ beach party-”

“What.”

“And for another-” they move up in line again, Sloane making it no easier on him. He’d have more to complain about if it wasn’t really nice, having someone lean on him after a long day at work. “It’s inside, so you have no excuse.” 

“What am I supposed to do, come in a bathrobe?” 

“Whatever floats your goat. Either way I said you’d be coming, so whatever your evening plans were-”

“Watching youtube until I pass out, I think?” They’re almost to the counter. Soon he will be buzzing enough to handle this.

“Cancel them! You’ve got places to be!” 

“Hey, Sloane? Not to sound like Winnie the Pooh-”

“Great start, continue.”

“But- oh bother .”

“That’s the spirit!”

Kravitz does not know how to dress for a beach party in the warmest, buttered-toastiest weather, so dressing for a beach party in the literally-beginning-to-snow ass weather was vexing beyond measure. Much laying on the floor about it had to happen. But god as his witness, he is going to follow the fucking rules, and he ends up in long black shorts, a casual black short sleeved shirt over a band t-shirt, and a scarf and gloves. He goes back and forth on the hat. It ends up jammed in his pocket on the way to the front door of the Tres Horny Household. 

He wishes he had come with Sloane. He’s afraid he won’t know anyone here. He’s been spiraling about parties and their insurmountable social nature for the last several hours since their coffee moment, but now new and fresh terrors assault his imagination. What if he took the dress code wrong? What if he has nothing in common with the guests? What if Sloane wasn’t allowed a plus one? What if-

The door opens. Music spills out, jaunty and warm and unseasonable. The guy standing in the heavenly rectangle of light, illuminated like some kind of angel royalty, puts his hands on his hips and squints at Kravitz.

He is absolutely wearing swim trunks and not much else. There are novelty sunglasses propped on his head that look like sunshines, and the sunshines are also wearing sunglasses. Kravitz is incredibly aware of the snow. It is in his hair and everything. Blowing about like dollars in a horrible game show or something. Will he win the grand prize (out-of-season frostbite)? 

“Hello,” Kravitz tries, great start, classic, tried and true, familiar, 4.8 stars, 14,956 reviews. “I’m- Sloane invited me, I- hello-”

“Hello,” surfing angel replies, looking incredibly amused at his squirming. “I was gonna let you ring the doorbell or something, but you were just standing there.”

“Guilty as charged,” comes out of Kravitz’s mouth, unbidden. 

“Well, come into the beach, dork,” he says, biting back a grin. “I’m Taako. This is my party.”

Kravitz mumbles a thank you and moves into the very warm house, looking around and finding all sorts of brightly colored wildness. There are leis on nearly every surface, blow-up palm trees, surely at least fifteen beach balls at first glance, a photo background that looks like a shark’s open mouth, a literal kiddie pool filled with sand– real sand. What are they going to do with it when they’re done? How hard is it going to be to clean up?? Why did they think that was a good idea indoors? Why are three different people collaborating on an elaborate sand castle already?? 

“Food’s in the kitchen, you know the party rules, yeah? Key bowl’s over there if you’re planning on needing it.” Taako stretches and pops his back, and Kravitz glances away, cheeks warming. His soft middle is so touchable, is the thing. And this is a complete stranger he needs to demonstrate his good skills at being a regular person to. 

So that he can get invited to the next bonkers party?? What’s the goal here? What’s the rubric?? 

“You good, cowboy?” Taako asks, slipping his hands into his board short pockets and making them slide down just a little bit more. He’s so pretty. His long hair is tied up, but what if it wasn’t? His eyes are glittering with the kind of mischief a person would need oodles of to plan such a ridiculous shindig, and Kravitz is distracted. 

“Yuh-huh,” he says. Kravitz tugs at his short sleeve, feeling exposed. Some of his non-face skin is showing. He’s practically nude, here. “Have you seen Sloane?”

“Last I saw her,” Taako whistles softly. “She was filling water balloons to cause problems and kissing her girlfriend, so I assume she is either still doin’ that, or isn’t.”

“Thank you.” Very helpful. Super duper productive line of clues here. 

“For sure.” Taako points out the shoe rack and nods his head as a song he must really like comes on. “Come try my food when you’ve found her. Hopefully you actually have a palate and won’t just shove shit in your mouth ‘cause it’s there like these chucklefucks. You look like a guy that chews his food.” He winks, and even though that’s an insane thing to say to someone you’ve just met, Kravitz is oddly pleased. 

“Definitely. I will definitely chew your food.” 

Taako giggles and covers his mouth, like the odd sound that came out of it could have been anything but supremely enchanting. 

“I gotta go- be somewhere else,” he says, with serious confidence, and so Kravitz accepts it at face value and nods as Taako about-faces and skedaddles.

Kravitz debates leaving his gloves with his shoes. His hands are gold, but he doesn’t want to be a total goober. And should he? Or shouldn’t he? 

It’s easy to get tangled up headphones style, but he crawls out of this pocket and leaves both behind.

Keeps the fuckin’ scarf on though. It’s cold. His knees are cold, even. Not that a scarf can fix that. But if he warms some of his blood, it can travel around and share that warmth with the rest of his body juice? Right? Probably? 

Either way, he heads for a bathroom or something to find Sloane. Or not find her. But he’s going to start somewhere with a sink. If he gets hit by a water balloon later he will yell. Definitely. She’d better know that. The hallway is a little less loud, although he does accidentally kick into a beach ball on the floor. The light is off, and he breathes a little.

Nobody is in the bathroom, which will probably not stay the same for much longer, but right now that’s just a problem, because where is the only person at this entire party that he knows, actually?

He nearly bumps into something as he goes back into the hallway, and it turns out to be, not a coat rack, or a decorative table, or like, something a regular person would have in a regular house, but instead, yes really, a capsule machine. 

Kravitz squints at it (once he has determined it is not at risk of tumbling and shattering on the carpet, where he will definitely step on the treacherous bits). He looks both towards the living room (lively, loud, beachy) and presumably the bedrooms (relatively quiet, only one door slightly open) and then again at the actual capsule machine. It looks a lot like a shiny red gumball machine, just rectangular and filled with little plastic acorns full of mysteries. 

It’s incredibly tempting, is the thing. Kravitz has a few emergency quarters in his pocket. You know, just in case. And obviously it is here for a reason, right? If it doesn’t accept his quarters, then it will be fine, and he will put them back in his pocket and go find Sloane. Yep. Probably not haunted.

Tentatively, he inserts two coins and turns the mechanism, and something clicks and churns out a little plastic container. Kravitz takes it out and holds it up to the light from the living room, and not quite sure what’s inside, pops it open. 

It’s a squishy glittery rubber duck. It is perfect, down to the eyes that have seen the Horrors (™). Kravitz laughs delightedly and quacks softly to himself. 

Okay, well, if that’s what’s going on here, he has two more quarters. 

His duck needs some friends, obviously. 

He takes his last two coins out, pops them in the thing, excitedly turns the knob, and another capsule drops. He removes it, and it rattles strangely. Is it full of…skittles? Almonds? 

He pops it open and it smells like fish. And he kind of gags about it. This is not a skittle treat. This is not a skittle treat at all. If he is not mistaken, those are fucking cat treats. In the capsule machine. In some guy’s house. 

“What the actual fuck,” he says softly, and, not expecting a reply, is startled when he hears a gravelly meow from the open bedroom door. 

The skrunkliest cat he has ever seen appears, haunted lamp-eyes first, white tail flicking behind it. It is also wearing a flower lei and appears to give not a single rat’s bananas about it. It meows again and Kravitz nearly drops the capsule. He kind of feels like he’s summoned some sort of Beast. 

“Hey there,” he says, squatting down to see the critter. “Did you come to party?” 

The cat paws at him and yowls, seemingly knowing exactly what the fuck is going on, and befuddled but pleased, Kravitz gives the cat the treats. 

He’s kind of glad he was invited to this party full of insane people. Truly the guys who live here can’t be regular. Right? Like, something has to be a little wrong with them. There’s some texture in this salad. Crunchy. 

The cat rubs against him and purrs, sounding like some kind of motor boat chewing aquarium gravel, and he’s fucking enchanted. He puts the capsules in his pocket, and after loving on the cat for an extended period of time, he decides he definitely needs more quarters. Like, if that’s what’s in there, either way it’s good, right? He tries to peer in the transparent sides of the machine, but it’s kind of difficult to tell what other curiosities await inside. He’s so fucking tempted. What if it took paypal is the thing? Or credit? 

No, that’s dangerous. Like one more dollar would be fine, and then he can socialize. 

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, and the cat chirrs at him with a knowing look in its glittery eyes. Kind of like Taako’s. 

He braves the party again, which in less than twenty minutes has gotten even weirder. The cat, wiser than he, did not follow. Kravitz politely pushes through to the kitchen, where he can still hear people sing-hollering Boat Drinks at the top of their lungs. The only person in there is Taako, who is sitting on the counter and looking kind of put out, but perks up like an animated sunflower when Kravitz walks in the doorway. 

“Hey hey,” he says, kicking his legs and nearly thumping the opposite cabinet. “Wondered where you were. Sloane went to pick up some pizzas. They were all like, weh weh, our driver got abducted by aliens or whatever so if you want your pineapple shenanigans you gotta come down to main office, so she was like, I volunteer as tribute, and I was like we have perfectly good horse divorce right here, but okay I guess, and anyway hello again, hi.” 

“Hi,” Kravitz says, smiling at Taako. He’s kind of picking up on what he’s putting down now, actually. He hasn’t met the other two Boys, but he wants to assume that the capsule machine was his idea. “I met your cat.” 

“Yeah?” Taako blooms about it. “That’s my sweet boy who has every disease. His name is Garyl, and he is a menace to society. He is on house arrest until they find the Picassos.”

“Picassos, huh? I figured him for a Monet kind of guy.” 

“Picassos are easier to forge,” Taako says with an impish shrug. “What’s up? Come to sample my wares?” He does a sweeping gesture at the half-demolished spread of appetizers and desserts. 

“Definitely!” Kravitz is feeling more like a person again. This, he can do. Solve mysteries, pet cats, eat little pigs in a blanket? Absolutely. Dance to music that rattles his bones until he feels like a skeleton getting played like a xylophone, no thank you. He gets a plate, paper, printed with cute little animal faces. It was probably meant to be a joke, but Kravitz finds it kind of charming. “What’s your favorite?”

“Well obviously, it’s all good, ‘cause cha’boi made ‘em, but uh, like, the desserts are lip-smackery, and the, yeah,” he waves at Kravitz, who is already loading up. “Yeah, some of those, and the little, yeah, those are spinach puffs, but if you’re like, augh, spinach? Spinach poisoned my crops and shaved my dog to look like a monk, then you’ll be pleasantly surprised, ‘cause they fuck verily.” 

Kravitz pops one in his mouth, and is wonderfully surprised.

“Verily indeed,” he says, mouth still kind of full. He picks through most of the rest of it, and comes to lean on the cabinet sort of by Taako so they can, he doesn’t know, chat, or something? He’s trying. He’s trying so hard.

At least Taako looks thrilled about his food interest. 

“Knew you could chew,” he says. 

“Lots of experience,” Kravitz says. “Been on my resume for years.”

That makes Taako giggle-snort, and Kravitz counts it as a win. 

“So, what do you do?” 

“Me?” Kravitz sweats. “I mean, me? What I do?”

“For sure that is what I meant, yeah?” Taako raises his eyebrows. “I mean, you want me to go first? I work at a bakery. So like, if you see your boy fall asleep mid-sentence, be regular about it, yeah?”

“Noted,” Kravitz says, affectionately. “I do not work at a bakery. I work at Sniffem’s, and also the funeral home.”

“Sniffem’s??” Taako cackles. “You’re a candle merchant?” 

“Candle stacker,” Kravitz corrects. “My candle hawking was not aggressive enough, and I got demoted to the back of the store.”

“Couldn’t up-smell, huh?” Taako says, barely containing his laughter enough to finish the sentence, and Kravitz snickers. 

“Little more interesting, than uh, than Neverwinter Rest and Crematory, so uh, I tend to lead with that one-”

“I mean,” Taako covers another laugh. “Maybe I shouldn’t joke, you might be, you might not think it’s funny.” 

“Listen,” Kravitz says. “You aren’t going to offend me, unless you’re trying to be mean, in which case I will cry. Like if you criticize my penmanship or something, I’ll dwell on it, but like, if you’re about to say what I think you’re going to say-”

“That’s the thing-” Taako’s voice is pitching up and he nearly looks like he’s going to explode. “I’m not quite there? There’s- listen- I’m not trying to be a dick- but there’s a burning joke in there and I just can’t quite crack that nut- ”

“Maybe,” Kravitz starts, mostly amused by it all. He’s heard all sorts of things about the funeral home, and he’s gotten over it a long time ago. He’s struggling to force that connection too when someone–handsome, weirdly long sideburns–pops his head in. “HEY!” he shouts, into the much quieter kitchen. “Can we get five more mulled strawberry daiquiris and a Long Island Hot Tea?” 

“Fuck off!” Taako says, cheeks pinkening, as Kravitz tries not to gag about the idea of hot beach drinks. Like, he gets the math there, but no, jail for a thousand years. “I’m talking to my friend-!”

“Thanks, Taako!!!” The guy, who could be, mm, maybe not a lumberjack, but like a model dressed up like a lumberjack who would hurt himself in the photoshoot by getting too enthusiastic about the ax? Ducks back into the party, as if Taako had responded positively. 

“Hey, what fucking is your name though, gorgeous?” Taako says, incredibly directly, piercing through Kravitz until he could be used as a colander in a pinch. 

Did he fucking forget, like, the basic bit? Like, the second thing? He got as far as hello and ate shit? He wants to evaporate. 

“Kravitz,” he says. “Did I not-”

“Nope,” Taako says, popping the p like a balloon in a sharp things factory. “But if there’s anything else you wanna do backwards, I’m open?”

“I do actually have a question,” Kravitz manages, despite the delayed hit of gorgeous flooding his bloodstream like a designer party drug of some nature. He’s not sure. He’s never really engaged with that sort of scene. 

Taako blinks at him, but congenially goes, “Shoot?”

“What- hey, what’s the deal with the capsule machine in the hallway?”

Taako regains that mischievous look tenfold. Funny business and hanky-panky, thy name is Taako Lastname. 

“That? Oh, that? That’s an investment, my man. I, so listen, there was a sale, right? And I figured- I mean, it’s a little joy in a popbubble whenever you’re feeling down, yeah? Marie Kondo, live your life, et cetera, but also like, good for parties, you know, we do lots of parties, maybe you can come to the next one? Gonna be casino themed.”

“Love that,” Kravitz says. “Poker.”

“Dressup,” Taako nods. “Like- like me and the guys, we’re, you know, just dudes, not like, heroes or whatever, but we’re joy-dealers, you know? Merchants of smiles, yeah? Does that sound insane?”

“Maybe, but I like it?” Kravitz smiles at him, and eats a little tart thing so he doesn’t have to say more. It’s–get this—so fucking good. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, well. Yeah. So, like, we do these weird parties, right? Like- when shit’s got you down, we can get you up, wink, and like,” he kicks his feet like he’s trying to slow down his thoughts so they don’t all tumble out of him. Kravitz is immensely charmed. “I mean, I just thought it was funny.”

“It really made me smile, Taako,” Kravitz says honestly, and Taako lights right back up. “And it’s sweet that you put something in there for your cat, too.” 

“Yeah?” Taako beams, vindicated. “Garyl loves that shit. Normally he’d fuck off entirely, but he must have heard you fuckin’ round and got excited. Good thing you got lucky.” 

“Right,” Kravitz’s cheeks burn. “I only had a dollar in quarters. I’m kind of surprised I even had quarters on me, but- you know, it was fun. You’re really- fun.”

Taako’s smile softens a little. He brushes hair back behind his ear and glances away. 

“Sure,” he says. 

“Is it weird I’m really tempted to do it again? Like, you wouldn’t have-”

“I one hundred percent have rolls on rolls of quarters specifically for this situation,” Taako says all in a rush. He hops down, and then tries to pretend to be chiller about this. “If, you want? I mean, you can go do sand karaoke-”

“I do not see myself doing sand karaoke right now,” Kravitz says, as politely as he can. Taako looks pleased, and snatches a ziplock bag full of coins off the microwave. “How much do you wanna spend?” And he heads back through the party to the hall, Kravitz plodding baby-duck like behind. 

He ignores the wild overstimulation of the party. He focuses on Taako’s long braid, and the jaunty way it swings, and the soft slope of his back, a star-field of freckles exposed by his silly beach party outfit, when, again, it is one hundred percent snowing out there. 

Affection warms him from the inside out. He may as well be glowing. Aw, fuck, is he getting a crush? Oh no. Oh lord. Oh bother. 

“Hey Garyl,” Taako announces to the empty doorway, as he stops in front of the capsule machine. A person waiting for the bathroom glances at them, and then looks back at their phone. 

“I can give you some bills-” Kravitz tries, but Taako waves him off and hands him the bag. 

“Later,” he says. “Let’s see what else you get. Try for a real prize, right? There’s all sorts of weird shit in there. I think I put a ring, you know, I put a little jerky snack, a whole bunch of these ugly little alien guys? And there’s the balloon animals, the glitter ducks,” he starts counting on his fingers. 

Kravitz takes out two quarters and pops them in. Taako delightedly watches him turn the crank and remove the purple-capped plastic gift. 

“What’dja get?”

Kravitz pops it open, unsure- and then nearly perishes on the spot. It is, there is no denying it, the familiar foil square of a condom. 

There’s a beat. And then Taako begins to die laughing, as Kravitz nearly melts into the resell-beige carpet. Taako laughs so hard he nearly chokes, and grabs onto Kravitz’s elbow for support. Kravitz, despite his mortification, can’t help it–Taako’s laughter is contagious, and he starts into it too, and nearly falls apart when Taako manages to get out– 

“The thing is-” he wheezes. “The thing is? I’m not- listen. The thing is? There’s only one of those in there-”

“Guess I got lucky,” Kravitz has to say. Taako actually falls to the floor laughing. 

And Kravitz? Well, maybe he’s going to have a good time after all. 

[alchemania]

Thinking thoughts.

Wanderer 🤝🏻 Furina 🤝🏻 Layla

Silly lil funky hat that I love :)

I think they'd be fun on a team together too. .

I have decided to call them the Blueberry Bunch cuz they are all short and wear blue, and all have different shades of blue hair I think c:

• They all hug (or in Layla and Wanderer's case they also kiss....and hold hands...hee hee....)! Furina especially is huggy touchy so she'll often waddle up and lean on a shoulder or hug from the side

• Furina and Layla enjoying sweets together and Wanderer just like "you guys can have at it"-

• Hat switcheroo!!! Furina likes yoinking her buddies' hats and putting them on and doing little impressions of them. Tetsuya is not amused.

• Wanderer often cooks for the others (he doesn't need to eat but gradually he comes to join in for the companionship of it all) and ensures Layla is taking care of herself..mumbles about how he's not her butler when she overexerts herself and crumples over but he's also the first one over to make sure she's alright and carries her if she's too tired <3 Furina confronts him about it and he's like well she won't exactly be helpful in combat if she's falling over like an old tree and she just uh huh. Sure.

• Layla gets tired a lot and she and Furina will have sleepovers in the teapot..they snuggle :]

Wanderer, coming into the room: Hey guys I made -

Furina and Layla, peeking up from under the covers: 👁️👁️

Wanderer: ... good lord. Anyway uh, breakfast is ready whenever you two sleepyheads get up.

• Furina and Wanderer cook together as well as Furina gets better at it! He's a surprisingly good teacher (also Furina likes to sing while they work and sometimes Tetsuya will hum along....he catches on quickly)

• Layla likes to go swimming and Furina mentions surfing in her voicelines so I'm thinking about Layla learning to surf ... it's a bit nerve wracking but Furina is her biggest cheerleader!! Beach days are always nice they all just chill under the sun ..Layla roasts fish and fruit in the evening for dinner :)

• Wanderer gradually gets a little softer around Layla (and it's hard to tell if you don't really know him but if you do, you Will Know) and Furina is like oh...hehe...do you like her C: and he just what. No. Don't be ridiculous..

He gets teased a lot (good naturedly!) Furina like dude just tell her how you feel and he's like I Would Rather Die, Actually -

It comes out tho when Layla is putting herself down she's just "okay but who would like me though like romantically" and Tetsuya is like "Me, the hell you mean-"

"..what?"

"......oh I just remembered something I have to do bye-"

Layla just like oh ......finds him later all embarrassed and she's like I like you too c:

(and then they kiss YIPPEE!!!)

•Tetsuya and Furina dance together sometimes, she teaches him how to ballroom dance and Layla just watches she's content to be the audience :) Furina does pull her in sometimes tho like now it's your turn! :D

•Layla will sometimes go into long talks about the stars and Furina will just listen :} she's happy to learn new things (Tetsuya doesn't believe in astrology still but he'll tag along sometimes to stargaze)

•Furina and Layla call Wanderer "Bluebird" sometimes (in Layla's case it's more like an affectionate name yk like. How you'd call your partner "love" or "sweetheart" and then in Furina's case it's just a nickname)

•Layla has a pet cat named Cosmo and she takes to Furina and Wanderer immediately. Funniest thing is Tetsuya acts like he doesn't care and is all annoyed when the cat follows him around and then one day they catch him with Cosmo purring in his lap and he's scratching her behind the ears and gently smiling C:

• Since he's the best fighter of the three, Tetsuya will often lead combat training (Furina mentions not being a good fighter in her quest and I think Wanderer would absolutely be her coach) so they can fight together better as a team. Tetsuya is very much used to going solo, so it's a learning experience for him too.

•Sometimes when Furina is feeling silly she'll scoop Layla up and run with her across the surface of the water for a little goofy time :)

• Furina has nightmares a lot and since Layla is often awake anyway, she'll make her warm milk with honey and let her recenter. Sometimes Furina will lean on her shoulder and just watch her do homework while she calms down.

• When it rains, Layla and Furina will hide under Tetsuya's hat. He always fusses about not being an umbrella, but he doesn't push them away either :]

•Sometimes Wanderer goes off to explore on his own and when he comes back he'll bring lil trinkets like flowers and shiny rocks, etc.

• Also teaches Furina and Layla how to sew! Furina makes him a little bird plush for his birthday and he's just like oh. You didn't have to but uh. Thanks. (he keeps it under his pocket along with the little doll he made)

Anyway I love this trio a lot ❤️ Love is stored in the found family.