#i didn't just pick that ocean obsession for no reason...

[imaprettygirl]

An act of submission

(Emperor Zhongli x gn reader)

"They say that a good servant reflects the personality of its master…" Zhongli chuckled as he traced the brim of his cup with his finger. Despite maintaining a calm facade, the corners of his lips occasionally twitched upwards into a smirk, yet he was trying so hard to hide it—a futile exercise in suppression.

"Erm… excuse me, what?" You replied. Was he complimenting your guzheng or was he throwing shade at you for imitating him? It wasn't your fault, but you couldn't help but think that it was the result of being by his side for a long time. Putting on a private solo concert for the Emperor was nerve-wracking: one wrong mistake and there goes your wrist. One thing you didn't know was that you had managed to plant the first seeds of obsession in his heart which resulted in keeping you by his side and dragging you along everywhere he went. Too bad the amount of love he shows you is just the surface of it. You never know how deep the ocean is, hm? During the time spent with him, your brain had subconsciously picked up his habits, resulting in you emulating him sometimes. How very bold of you to assume that he hadn't noticed it.

"Erm…" A small, soft sound slipped out of your mouth. It was really obvious that you were trying to ease the awkward tension between you two.

Upon hearing the soft sound of your voice, Zhongli paused and gently lifted his gaze from his cup. His eyes full of adoration and love wandered across your features. Such beautiful features which he wished to preserve forever. If his mind were a room, you would undoubtedly be the wallpaper, your presence permeating every space, reflecting the depths of his fascination for you.

There it was, the reaction he was hoping for. That expression which was akin to a baby deer in the headlights. Your eyes were wide in confusion and your lips were slightly parted but wide enough to let out an ‘eh?’ sound. Zhongli chuckled, amused by how your face had gone red. Possibly because of the steam from the tea or him making advances on you- oh, how he wished that he was the reason of you being so shy and flustered. The soft glow of the red lanterns cast a warm light on your face highlighting the contours of your profile, giving him the opportunity to observe your facial expressions in detail. To be frank, he was proud of himself for bringing a reaction out of you. He may have experienced joy and pleasure throughout his life but they all were nothing compared to the happiness he gets from your smile. He was slowly plunging himself into the spiral of obsession but he didn't know it.

"Ah, nothing. According to what I said earlier, I put the musical instrument in the position of the servant while you are its master. The strings of it bend to the will of your hands to produce such beautiful sounds… Not to mention, the songs produced by it are as gentle and soothing as you. It reflects your personality, don’t you think so?" Zhongli replied in a genuine voice but the predatory glint in his eyes gave it away.

“Thank you…” Your voice trailed off at the end as you were unsure of what to reply

“No need to thank me, I was just stating facts” He brought his cup to his lips as he said so. Zhongli’s gaze fell upon your hand wrapped around your tea cup. “Do you mind if I take a look at it?” He raised an eyebrow, his eyes lingering on your left hand. Even though it seemed like a request, you knew that it was an order. Your hand shot up immediately even though you were praying desperately that he wouldn’t chop it off for accidentally playing the wrong note earlier that day. A soft hum left his lips as he lifted your hand higher to the level of his mouth.

“Do you only plan on plucking the strings of your instrument for the rest of your life?” The emperor caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Erm… maybe. What’s there to pluc-”

“There are many things you can pluck, my dear. For example… my heart. You can pluck it out and I would thank you for it” The way he said it so casually shocked you for a moment. Zhongli eyed the ring on your index finger which you inherited from your mother. Your heart was thumping loudly that his words were drown out. “Y-Your majesty…” Your face was as red as the lanterns hanging above both of you.

His lips hovered above your ring for a while to toy with your conflicting feelings at the moment. After what seemed like an eternity, he brought his mouth down to leave a kiss on it. “A jade wrist loses to a golden cup, so slender, so slender, it’s the passing of youth…”

-Irene Callista

[cepalliumtm]

Glow in the Ocean 0

CW for entire fic: yandere tendencies, thalassophobia (fic takes place underwater), claustrophobia (fic takes place in a submarine), cannibalism, blood, obsessive tendencies, no use of y/n

Other info: fic is mostly written in diary style/script style, with bits of prose in between.

This will be an interesting experiment. I’ve been thinking about CC posting more longform shtuff here since I don’t know what else to post here. If anyone likes more of this, I’d be happy to post more of it.

This in particular will be the expanded version of a oneshot that I did for a collab on Quotev. Check it out, you’ll probably find some other creators that you’ll enjoy! Unfortunately I haven’t had all the parts done, so updates will be pretty slow. Hopefully I’ll be finished with it sooner than later but don’t expect much from me.

Prologue

Monday, 3:20p.m.

Dear Diary,

Despite being an official employee at Miralabs, I sure as hell don't feel like one.

How long has it been now? I'm still pretty green, and it still feels like I have yet to adjust to some of the employees. Yes, Boss is still a bitch, and once again I got blamed for something I didn't do (it's not my fault Clumsy accidentally spilled some of the samples RIGHT as I'm going by).

Why am I worried about this on my break? I don't know. I guess hiding in the storage room really helps with clearing my head. Sad how it happens.

I think I'll be fine, if I just breathe and take it in.

Oh, right, today the list will finally be announced! Just to recap: Every now and again there are team assignments that get to visit the underwater labs for their more… secretive experiments. Now most of the time the same people get announced due to experience and honestly I'm not really expecting much. However, during the last meeting Boss said that if we were lucky enough, we could get the chance to shadow one of the less classified projects to get a bit of experience under our belt.

Now, whether or not I'll be picked is a different story… again, Boss is still a bitch. I swear to god she has some kind of vendetta against me or something, I didn't even DO anything to her. It's not my fault she has a stick up her bu-

…

Okay, Imma go now. I'll be back. Standby.

-.-

Putting away your little notebook back into your bag, you stand outside in embarrassment after getting caught by one of the janitors. They stare at you, possibly with confusion and definitely with disappointment. You bow your head, squeaking an "I'm sorry!" before scattering back to your workstation. You're hoping that no one would take notice of your little stunt, or that he wouldn't say anything to your managers.

If you're being honest with yourself, you're starting to regret your life choices. You know that you're supposed to act more professional, but sometimes it feels like you're just going through the motions. The point of this job is to get a handle of lab work, form connections, get better projects, something about making the system work for you or whatnot. But well, so far within these past few months, it feels like no progress has been made. So far the only thing you've seemed to accomplish is giving your boss another reason to scrutinize you. (Thank goodness it wasn't on grounds to fire you; you'd be devastated and out of work for a long time.)

It's not all that bad. Despite the running around and menial tasks; message taking and cleaning up equipment, you still find some value in it. It's not a lot, but you've managed to talk to some of the researchers about their projects and get insight on their thought processes. It's something you take with you everywhere you go. It's why you have that little notebook with you in the first place.

As you head to your next station, you overhear some of the other people talking about the list. Right. The list that's supposed to go out tonight, after the end of today's work meeting. It's something you're mildly curious about, considering that only a handful of people get selected at all. Albeit you're heavily aware of the last attempt a trip to one of these underwater labs ended up online as a tragedy. You can still remember the headline in your head.

So, it's surprising that after just a couple of months they would try again. But you understand why. There are some staff that stay behind inside those labs; maintaining the facilities, focusing on their research. There's bound to have a shortage in supplies soon, so someone would have to go down there and deliver.

But now, after a couple of months of supply only trips with no casualties, Miralabs decided that it would be safe for an expanded crew as well as a research team to once again take one week excursions to their underwater lab. And most of the newcomers are definitely excited to take a part in one of them. Most, including you.

Now is it likely you'll actually be picked? With how you've been treated and how your supervisor thinks of you? Not a chance. But either way, it’s the one thing that you're looking forward to by the end of the day.

"Hey Greenie!"

That and actually ending your day.

-.-

6:02p.m.

Speaker: Okay, everyone settle down! We're going to be starting this meeting quickly. I know that you're all tired, but this is important if you want to end the day as soon as possible. So, let's begin, shall we?

Now first things first, some things that we all have to take note:

…

I know that I should be paying attention to whatever announcements are going on, but honestly it's really just a couple of housekeeping things that I'm used to. You know, making sure the labs are clean and that we're actually working. I don't think they'll be picking on us yet, but you never know.

Boss: If I may speak on the issue please?

And… here we go.

Honestly I can see her eyeing me as she gives out her stupid speech. What's her problem with me, seriously? If she could just get off my back, maybe she could sleep better at night or something. Listen, I'm not the one slacking off here… if she could just look at herself in the mirror then I would have more respect for her. But you know how it is.

It's so obvious she's calling me out. She's literally coughing for my attention. I'm not gonna hear the end of it when we're left alone.

After that most of meeting was pretty banal. I could tell that some of the others are checking out as much as I am, some are even dozing off as we speak. There are a couple of new projects here and there, and they're pretty interesting if you're into, you know, studying plant biology for the millionth time, or playing with chemicals for the billionth time. Obviously I know why only the boring projects get introduced in the general meeting and the cooler stuff is just codenames for something else, but I mean, it's not like I'm going to get assigned to any of them yet.

Speaking of, it makes no sense that I'm technically a lab assistant but I feel like I'm just a glorified coffee maker. Makes no sense, huh? You'd think a dignified institution that also has a lot of well… biology projects would mean that you shouldn't introduce the chance of unexpected variables like coffee spills, but I guess that's what happens when you forget about the non-lab people that walk around.

Oh! We're finally on to the topic of the day.

Speaker: And last but not least… we have one final announcement. I know that you all are excited about the reopening of the underwater lab off the coast of the city. Now, it has come to my attention from last meeting about the worry of any… incident that could happen on the way there. However, I assure you that after a couple of tests here and there, that we have worked out the kinks and that it's perfectly safe to go.

[Whispers louden among the crowd.]

Speaker: (clears throat). Settle down, settle down! Okay, so as it stands, I will call out the names that will be a part of the new research team. Since Aeviin is the one that submitted the research topic and chose the team, he will be the one in charge. Now, here are the names he has chosen for this project…

Ah, here we go. There is no way in hell that-

…

…

…

I think I just heard my name.

…

…

Speaker: If your name has been called, please stand up!

[The chosen stand up, albeit a bit slowly.]

Speaker: Now, a round of applause for our underwater research team!

[Someone starts clapping slowly, followed by several others that begin to morph into a tremendous applause, for well, a group of around forty people]

Speaker: For those that are still standing, I will be sending you an email regarding your tasks and equipment that you will need. Since this excursion will last a week, I suggest you pack accordingly. Thank you very much, and I hope to see you all at launch! And that concludes this month's meeting! Thank you all for attending.

-.-

9:03p.m.

Subj: Acceptance

Congratulations! You've been selected for our underwater program! You and a select group of candidates have been chosen to monitor our underwater site for one week.

As a reminder, your responsibility as a Recorder and Data Analyst is as follows:

Collect observations, records, and other data from various sources for analysis

Conduct data analysis to identify patterns, anomalies, etc.

Interpret data and make predictions

The Employee Rules and Guidelines for the main site will also apply here, so do your best to work as if it's another day on your site. You will be responsible for turning in your reports at the end of the week when you return. Failure to do so will result in consequences, including but not limited to termination.

Make sure to prepare for what is needed for a one week trip. We advise to bring extra clothing. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact your supervisor for further information.

Thank you! The Sub-Miracle Team

-.-

Wednesday, 3:00p.m.

Dear Diary,

I honestly can't believe that I was actually chosen for this assignment. Tbh I didn't expect my bitchy boss to bring up my name for the list of recommendations. I mean, yeah I kinda have a lame job (I wish I was doing the more TECHNICAL stuff, but I guess that's what happens when you don't pay much attention to the lab classes at school) but it's still amazing that I get to go to one of the offshore sites this early in the game.

I talked to one of my coworkers about it and he said that not a lot of people (at least on our site) actually gets access to go there. Since we're the more surface level stuff I guess it means our projects tend to be the more boring ones, but I mean I'm not really complaining much about it (I just wish I didn't feel like I have eyes hovering over me whenever I record my data)

Honestly though I think I really got the job because I'm the only one that actually gets the reports in on time. Who knows though.

I don't even know if I want to go now that I got some time to think about about it. I know, I packed all my things and all, but it's pretty nerve-wracking to say the least. I mean, I'm going on board on a Mirasub. A Mirasub! What people would say is one of the sturdiest vehicles in the world (which is funny to say, considering that no one would really say that about a SUBMARINE of all things). Not to mention, somehow I got picked to be a part of Aeviin Typhoon's team. Which, I may not know a lot about, but what I DO know that he is a big deal in the company AND the biology world.

Really feeling a little nervous, because I'm pretty sure I KNOW who's coming with me. Like, since this is kind of a prestigious thing because it's not just Mr. Typhoon that'll be there, the other people are practically the big hotshots of the company. And I have a chance to actually WORK with them?

Just… don't mess up. The biggest thing is to NOT mess up. Make sure everything is all in place, and make sure you actually do your reports without procrastinating and making up data on the spot (did I really just say that I swear I don't do that all the time). I think I can handle it. Maybe. I don't know. I'm not even sure that I'm ready for this-

Okay, it looks like my roommate caught me up again. They have a good point. Fine, I'll get some sleep. I just feel a bit worked up and a bit worried.

I did look up the article once again, and ngl I think I'm creeping myself out about something that they said would never happen. It's not gonna do me any good to keep that in my head. Look, I'll be fine. I'll be fine.

I'll be fine… right?

-.-

Breaking news! Miralabs Finally Opens up Underwater Lab after Last Year's Tragedy

An unexpected turn of events after what could be considered one of the most mysterious tragedies that have happened over the past decade of underwater exploration, Miralabs have officially confirmed their reopening up of their offshore underwater lab happening this week on Friday.

We have talked to both the CEO as well as the main researcher, Aeviin Typhoon for their take on this endeavor to reassure the public that this would be a perfectly safe venture.

"We're still trying to recover from last year's unfortunate events," remarks the CEO. "It was tragic what happened to Laeva and I wish her family well for this news. However, we must move beyond this tragedy, and the fear of the unknown. For that will hinder us from truly advancing in this society."

Typhoon adds in, "I want to be a part of something special. This has been a dream come true for me, to finally be one of the greats that ventured into the unknown and discovered something new. And nothing will stop me from achieving that greatness. I believe that my research will be something revolutionary, and if it means that I have to leave the safety of my own home and down into the deep sea, I will nobly pursue it."

Aeviin Typhoon has been a part of many projects that some may have heard of before, such as the discovery of new life that has never been considered even possible. Mythical beings that are now in our aquariums for the public to view. Creatures that have properties that could help in curing ailments in diseases, chemicals that can fight certain alien bacteria, and the like. You can find out more on the website Miralabs.com/aeviin-typhoon for more.

[sullina]

I am fucking. Obsessed with the idea of 14 year old Luke in America using his skill of talking to animals for his detective work.

But not just for gathering information.

But also like.

Training some animals to help him in an emergency.

I mean the boy is 14 years old. I highly doubt he really has the strength to go against a grown man looking to harm him, not to mention several. His father surely knows this as well. Clark loves his son and will support him in anything he does, but without the Professor to look out for him, he's pretty concerned about his sons safety.

So what I'm imagining is like

Luke, cornered in alley, alone except for the culprits he just apprehended (on his own. Because... reasons)

And he tries to fight back, but he's still just one guy and doesn't have the strength of someone like Inspector Grosky. He lands maybe a few punches, but the others overwhelm him still.

So what is a 14 year old boy to do in this type of situation?

The only thing he can do.

Luke stands up, slowly rising to his feet. He raises an arm and looks the main culprit in the eyes as he shouts: "TEN THOUSAND CROWS BE UPON YE!!!!!!"

For a second nothing happens and the culprits just laugh. "Did you really thing that would work? Let's get him!"

But then, suddenly, a noise so loud it's deafening. It's like a thousand ocean waves all crashing against a cliff at the same time.

The culprits looks up and the sky is black, when just a second ago, the sun was shining over the entire city.

They'll remember this moment. It's the last moment of peace they'll ever know.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Birds descend upon them, their beaks like daggers raining from the sky.

The crows won't kill them. Luke has made it clear that that is not acceptable. He has also taught them not to go for the face. He didn't want anyone maimed, after all, no matter how heinous a crime they committed. Fortunately, the crows are smart. That's why Luke picked them for this job, after all.

The culprits are all struggling against the black birds, flailing around uselessy trying to shoo them away, but they've already made the extremely grave error of daring to hurt their friend.

Luke instructs the birds to keep them there to the best of their ability, and if they run, to follow them them closely. In the meantime, he finds the nearest phone box and contacts the police, who, of course, rush to the scene to make sure that he's okay and to catch the culprits. They have no idea what sight awaits them.

When the leading Inspector arrives, he is astounded by what he sees. He questions Luke, how could he apprehend this group of culprits all by himself?

"Is it not clear, Inspector?" Luke chuckles, and instead of a long-winded explanation, decides to simply state the obvious:

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[yukikogazingthestars]

Heyyy so could I request Mori x fem reader who is Hirotsu's granddaughter? Port mafia had a meeting and Hirotsu told reader to wait Infront of port mafia building she was waiting and smoking and listening to music when Elise came and took her to meeting and reader has crush on mori for some time and everyone were shocked that Hirotsu has a granddaughter but the thing is thathe found her on his doorstep one day

Ability:Siren voice, she can control people by singing

If you are comfortable make her 20s if you not make her age you want

Thanks

Well, I terribly took a long time to finish it. But, if you're happy to read it, please do leave a comment. If you don't feel comfortable, anon in ask-box will be fine too❤️

Hirotsu never knew he had a granddaughter until he found that someone abandoned a child in front of his door with a letter claiming that that little child was his granddaughter. He was puzzled. How could he be a grandfather when he was just only 25 years old? Again, he never did that with someone, well at least not someone with blonde hair. That child had blue ocean eyes, blonde hair and cute dimples that proved that she wasn't his descendant.

He knew that that's absurd and a scam but he still wasn't heartless enough to send this child to an orphanage because he knew how an orphanage could be so fucked up in those time. Again,he couldn't leave the child alone in this darkness. So, he decided to be a guardian for the child. Of course,he also kept a secret from the organization since Port Mafia at that time was so fucked up and so cruel .He worried that the crazy boss would do something terrible to the child or he would use her as a hostage to keep him loyal.

Years later, it was finally Mori's reign.But, Hirotsu decided to keep the secret with him all his life as he was used to it. Y/N gradually grew up into a fine and intelligent lady and like Hirotsu, she had an obsession with cigarettes .

Hirotsu always told her not to smoke too much but Y/N never listened. Hirotsu didn't want Y\N to join the Port Mafia since he believed that Y/N deserved to be in the light while he was in the dark protecting her. They may not be blood related but their bond is like a real father and daughter.

"Like I said, you can't go " Hirotsu frowned his eyes when he heard Y/N's request.

"If you have so much time, why don't you go shopping with your friends? Moreover, they don't even know I have a tantrum throwing brat" He smoked out the Cigarettes while he watched Y/N rolling herself on the floor yelling that she wanted to meet Mori.

"I said that won't be happen"

"Hirotsu San! You meanie!"

Although Hirotsu kept refusing her request, he knew he had to take her to the HQ today because of the incident of disappearing Port Mafia's building because of the Guild. He sighed,killed the cigarettes and got up .

"I will leave the house in 15 minutes so you better hurry"

"You mean I can come with you? Right!? Right!?"

"If you agree not to disturb our job"

Y/N happily got up and jumped into Hirotsu causing him a little backache.

"Please piggy back to HQ!!"

"What do you think you are? An elementary school kid? Get off. Again,they don't know you're my granddaughter.Moreover.. "

"They don't even know you have one ."Y/N giggled and got off from Hirotsu. She picked up the bag which contained a book, cigarette case and some chewing gum.

"Just tell them I'm your daughter.That's more relevant la."

"Thanks to someone,I got a grandchild without having a daughter or son"

That's their daily conversation. Although Hirotsu wanted to keep the adoption a secret, Y/N found out that when she was just a kid since their appearances were too different . But, she didn't feel any remorse or anything as she accepted Hirotsu as her father and she was gladly grateful that he decided to adopt her.

The only problem was that she took a crush on his boss, Mori Ougai and that's the reason that she kept being a brat throwing tantrums to visit the Port Mafia. Hirotsu never allowed in the past but thanks to Guild being ridiculous, she had a golden chance to visit there.

But, to her disappointment, Hirotsu clearly told the guards to watch her . He clearly reminded them not to let her go near the meeting room. He even told her just to sit quietly in the reception. Y/N pouted but she had to agree.

Y/N just sat on the couch scrolling her phone and smoking until a little girl bumped into her. The young, short girl with pale skin and bright blue eyes. She has long, blonde hair, styled with straight, blunt bangs across her forehead and long, thick ringlets that curled past her waist. She wears a large red bow on the right side of her head.

Y/N whistled softly and rubbed her belly after putting that girl away from her. She killed the cigarettes and waved her hands in order to make the smoke disappear.

"That hurts! Kid, you should spare me since I am in my 20 and I started to be old"

"You are not fun.By the way, I'm Elise"

Y/N giggled and patted Elise's head.

"Hello Elise, I'm Y/N"

She had no idea who that girl was but she decided to play along since she was too bored in scrolling and watching Instagram Reels.

" I'm bored"

"Me too"

"How about doing some fun? How about annoying Rintarō ?"

"Who is Rintarō?"

"Annoying man"

“Awww"

Their conversation was really something. Y/N didn't know what Elise was talking and again Elise didn't know what Y/N was talking.

"I can sing" said Y/N while she was chewing a gun. Elise looked at her and she made a large big smile.

"Sing for me!"

"Okay, any special request?"

"I don't have one. Just sing and I'll listen"

"Okay"

Y/N stood up and cleared her throat. She was thinking hard about what song she should sing.

"Ah! How about we go upstairs? We have an empty place where we can use" said Elise.She grabbed Y/N's hand and dragged her to the upstairs.

Y/N couldn't refuse. To her surprise,no one stopped them going upstairs. So, she realized that Elise was somehow associated with high ranking members of the Port Mafia.

"How about here? It's better than Reception right?"

It was a corridor. But, to be exact,a long corridor with stained glass window, huge pillars. As expected for the Port Mafia, even the corridor was so grand.

Y/N put on her airpod, selected a song.

"I will sing Enchanted by Taylor Swift"

She told herself just to put on the mood. Elise was smiling and put her hands on her cheeks . She sat on a chair which she dragged from nowhere.

The meeting was still ongoing. Hirotsu was reporting the news about the Guild and everyone including Mori himself was paying so much attention. The atmosphere inside was really intense since the Guild had their first move .

Mori massaged his elbows softly and sighed. They were so stressed out about the case .

Until they heard a voice.

“This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you”

“Who is singing outside?”asked Mori curiously. He meant no harm or no anger in his voice, it's just the voice was so sweet and alluring that he wanted to know who was singing.

Poor Hirotsu, he was pale and sweat dropped on his forehead. He knew it was Y/N singing outside,using her ability to sing alluringly and sweetly to make her audience happy.

“It was…”

“You know who is singing, don't you?”

Kouyou was listening while she was smiling.Chuuya was frowning his eyes but he somehow enjoyed the song.Higuchi hummed the music without even knowing. Even Akutagawa didn't give negative feedback and the rest of the black lizard also enjoyed the song.

“It was..”

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

It became silent again after the song. But, the happiness and the calming energy was still here and they wanted to meet who was the owner of that angelic voice.

“Hirotsu San, if you know who was singing, do bring her here”

“But, boss-”

Hirotsu couldn't finish his words since Elise bursted into the room grabbing Y/N .

“Ah ah, it hurts Elise chan”

“Rintarō, I made a new friend. She can sing! She has angelic voice”

Elise was shaking Y/N violently and jumping like a rabbit with excitement.Poor Y/N, she was so excited and shiver to see her crush here. But, she couldn't do anything since Elise was yanking her hands in and out. She helplessly looked at Hirotsu and as expected, Hirotsu was giving that look .Yes, he was clearly angry.

“Elise chan, please stop . You're hurting that poor girl” Mori cooed and he gently grabbed Elise towards him.

“Sorry, she’s just really happy to make a new friend “

“...it’s okay”

“Who are you,if I may ask?”

Y/N looked at Hirotsu with *asking for help* eyes. Hirotsu sighed and decided to step in.

“Boss, if I may answer, she is my granddaughter”

Kouyou put her hands to her mouth trying not to laugh. Chuuya couldn't close his mouth from surprise. Tachihara and Higuchi couldn't help but laugh till their stomach hurt since Hirotsu and that girl didn't resemble each other in any way.Again, how can a 50 years old man have a granddaughter of that age.Mori was a little surprised by his answer too.

“She was…she was adopted.That was a long story.”

Hirotsu explained the situation in short. Mori nodded softly while he was listening to the whole story.

“So, you hid your granddaughter from the organization for a long time”

“It was my personal life.So, I thought I shouldn't make a scene”

Mori didn't blame both of them. Instead he offered Y/N to live in Port Mafia for a time being until the Guild was solved.

Y/N was blushing from the idea of sharing the same roof with her Crush. She wanted to refuse but Mori said,”You won't make Elise cry,will you” and she finally agreed.

Hirotsu didn't like the idea,but it was the safest option so he had to agree. Even Poor protective Grandpa had the time to give up.

[r0-boat]

I'm not sure if you write these two, but...

Imagine Hucow Archie and Maxie. Just imagine what they'd be like, what shenanigans* they'd get up to around the farm.

*includes them fighting

Holy shit could you fucking imagine?! I already have so many things in my head.

BullFarm au! Maxie & Archie shenanigans & headcannons

Fighting? These two are always fighting so much so that slowly but surely, your boss just stopped caring about stopping them. It was futile. Even when he would separate them somehow, they would always find a way to round it. These two bowls are constantly fighting with their fists, their horns hell, even biting(archie) every time there's just muffled commotion; your boss just size Takes a cigarette out and starts smoking and begs for you to deal with it while trying to nurse a migraine he could already feel coming.

Archie starts most of the fights, but Maxie is the one that provokes Archie making him angrier. However around you they seem calm and willing to be in the same 5 ft apart from each other. They know that you hate when they fight so every time you walk around the corner they just sit there quietly glaring at each other while you're doing your work perhaps take this time to bother you instead of focusing on each other.

Before they had become residents on your farm Archie was a hybrid fighter, when people would put hybrids up against each other to fight though he was rescued he didn't seem too bad about it in fact he would eagerly tell you about his fights and accomplishments despite the horrors you have heard from the conditions hybrids would be put in.

Maxie, before he found his way to the farm was a test subject in a lab however not in the same way Colress and Volo where. Colress was genetically created and modified ; Volo was revived from one; Maxie practically grew up there where you would do all sorts of intelligence measuring and training tests perhaps as he got older the scientists retired him to a nice farm to live on. He seems to have learned a thing or two from being there.

Archie has been in so many sparring matches he has scratches and scars on his horns and all over his body which he's very eager to tell you, stories about each and every one. Well he doesn't do full on fights anymore you can happily see him sparring with the stronger Bulls and lifting heavy things trying to keep his form.

Archie is a mighty Bull but would never pick fights with anyone weaker than himself physically, even Maxie, though that quickly changes when Maxie throws insults at him. Maxie, even though he doesn't like fighting, wants to make Archie very angry. He is swift to dodge his attacks, always trying to counter them. Archie thinks he would have been an ok hybrid fighter. Maxie doesn't even want to entertain the idea.

Maxie is not much of a talker unless it's to tell random trivia about plants, ecology, and animals. Maxie is a bit of a bookworm. Most Bulls are not usually interested in human writings, but Maxie is not one of them. In fact, every time you come back to the farm from the town, he would eagerly ask you if you bought anything to read.

Maxie is obsessed with the land and the beautiful natural wonders of this world. Perhaps he had seen something in his youth that made him truly appreciate the land's Beauty. Maxie, after you gave him a new book to read, would always sit either under the shade or out in the sun, looking out into the vast field and Forest of the farm with a book in hand, taking in the fresh air.

Archie is fascinated with the ocean deaths. Something new and unexplored is filled with weird creatures, some strong, some weak. He thinks he is the most muscular Bull on the land, which makes sense since he is fascinated with sharks being the ocean's apex predators. Archie is just a bull that loves the water he seems to always know when the sprinklers come on in the fields and sneaks out there just to get a nice refreshing spray. yeah he's the reason your boss has you stand out there sometimes to watch the sprinklers go

You would think Maxie would also like the ocean because of his natural curiosity and since the sea is mostly unexplored, right? Nope he is terrified of it and he hates it so many weird bizarre and unknown creatures and places he likes the land nice and familiar he thinks most biomes in the ocean are just rocks in the sand.

Archie thinks the land is boring since humans had already explored every nook and cranny; meanwhile, the ocean has not been fully explored.

Archie loves to show off his strength by lifting farm equipment, sparing other bulls while your watching, picking you up to help you reach any thing high. He would happily lift anything for you.

Maxie reads books to you. On your breaks, you lay next to him on the soft grass as he reads you a new book you got him.

[atgvnpoint]

"And it's certainly not Amaru's fault for falling for you." he masked figure spoke. "Amaru expected nothing when he came back home, he didn't expect to fall for someone he can't have. The more unreachable you are, the more he wants you all to himself -- your husband though is his only obstacle." his voice deep yet collected. Benji always wanted to protect everyone, but you can't always protect them.

"Protect your husband from the truth, how interesting. Why do you always try to lie to yourself and most importantly to someone you declare your undying love to? are you afraid he'd go to that redhead friend of his?" he asked curiously. His weight still on top of Benji hearing as he gasped for air. "hm , what's that ? i can't hear you .. "

Ghostface laughed at Benji's words. "You seem like the type to like it rough. I'm no pervert, well, maybe a little pervert for you." Those shorts that had cartoon version of pollito on them -- the hem of the fabric riding up with each little movement the other made under him. Tanned thighs exposed and pleading to be touched. At Benji's questioned about wanting to hear to Amaru's message little did he know he was under that mask. "Amaru is more than fine. His message is simple : " i love you. "

Dragging his knife down benji's body, the tip of the knife lazily running down over the thin fabric of his clothes, stopping just over those shorts, slipping the sharp tip withing the waistband slowly pulling down the shorts that exposed the warm skin. " I'll make sure you enjoy what i'm going to do. Make you realize who you belong to. Are you going to give me a hard time or misbehave ? "

It   was   something   Benji   couldn't   argue   against   because   it   was   true.   The   last   thing   Amaru   probably   wanted   was   to   fall   in   love   with   his   brother's   boyfriend.   And   he   couldn't   stop   wondering   what   Ludovic   would   have   done.   For   some   reason,   he   almost   hoped   that   Ludo   would   have   fought   for   them   as   well   if   the   tables   were   turned.   But   he   couldn't   assume   that.   Maybe   Ludovic   wouldn't   have   gone   this   far   and   valued   family   more   than   a   dumb   crush.   For   the   longest   time,   Benji   thought   that   Amaru's   interest   in   him   only   came   from   being   unreachable   or   from   being   with   Ludovic.   And   those   words   only   flared   up   these   thoughts   again.   What   if   this   was   the   reason?

Benji   pressed   his   lips   together   and   writhed   underneath   the   masked   man,   trying   to   catch   a   breath   again.   But   those   words   were   sharp   like   daggers.   What   did   he   say   in   the   first   place?   Did   he   really   drop   the   protecting   sentence?   Yes,   he   wanted   to   protect   Ludovic   and   their   marriage.   The   truth   that   part   of   his   heart   was   still   with   Amaru   would   just   ruin   everything.   And   for   what?   Benji   was   obsessed   with   his   husband   still.   He   could   never   live   without   Ludovic.   This   man   owed   everything   Benji   was.   ❝I'm   afraid   he   will   leave   me.   And   I   can't   live   without   him.   He   will   go   to   Dove,   yes.❞

But   damn,   Ghostface   picked   up   the   clues   pretty   quickly.   Yes,   he   liked   it   rough   and   Ludovic   knew   that.   His   husband   never   had   to   hold   back   because   Benji   would   wear   small   bruises   or   cuts   proudly.   The   strong   heartbeat   in   his   chest   made   it   hard   for   Benji   to   breathe.   His   ocean-blue   eyes   looked   up,   fixated   on   the   mask   above   him   as   he   waited   for   the   message   but   when   he   heard   it,   his   heart   stopped.   Just   three   little   words   and   they   cut   through   his   heart   like   a   knife.   This   couldn't   be   true.   Ghostface   was   messing   with   him.   It   was   something   Benji   already   knew   from   his   husband   when   he   wore   the   mask.

❝What?   What   are   you   doing?❞   Suddenly,   his   mind   snapped   back   into   reality.   He   sucked   in   a   harsh   breath   to   somehow   avoid   the   knife   but   it   stopped   at   his   shorts,   pulling   down   the   waistband.   Somehow,   Benji   tried   to   move   his   body   up   to   avoid   more   skin   getting   exposed,   but   he   had   a   hard   time   moving.   More   of   his   pelvis   came   to   the   view.   Goosebumps   appeared   on   his   tanned   skin.   ❝Who   do   I   belong   to?   You?!❞   That   was   impossible,   he   belonged   to   Ludovic   and   no   one   else.   Benji   thought   about   his   options.   He   could   demask   the   guy   now   but   also   risk   getting   stabbed   in   the   heart   right   away,   so   that   was   a   dumb   option.   He   could   play   along   until   there   was   a   good   chance   to   run   away   or   scream  ��from   the   top   of   his   lungs.   Because   one   thing   was   clear   to   him   now,   this   was   not   his   husband.   The   message   from   Amaru,   Ludovic   would   never   deliver   something   like   that.   ❝I'm   not   going   to   cheat   on   my   husband.   You'll   have   to   stab   me   first!❞   In   a   quick   move,   Benji   tried   to   get   up,   but   when   his   upper   body   tried   to   raise   with   his   hands   against   Ghostface's   chest   his   lower   half   made   contact   with   the   sharp   tip   of   the   knife.   It   pierced   right   into   his   lower   abdomen   and   caused   Benji   to   hiss   loudly.   With   a   whimper,   Benji   fell   back   and   blood   oozed   out   of   the   new   wound   on   his   lower   abdomen.   He   tried   to   turn   on   his   side,   but   that   only   caused   the   next   laceration   to   form   on   his   skin.   ❝What   do   you   want   from   me?❞ // @inscnityclub

[baejax-the-great]

I've been tagged by @ziskandra, @salesmain @redmapleleavesonwhitesnow @cataliinaa @queenoftherandomword for a bunch of different "get to know you" memes and I read them all but for some reason froze on being able to respond, so now I've mashed a bunch of them together to make a new monster one (okay I also deleted questions I didn't feel like answering).

Share your wallpaper:

This is the wallpaper on my desktop, a bethistair piece I won in a give away from @pauvre-lola 💕

The last song you listened to: '39 by Queen

Currently Reading: The War that Killed Achilles by Caroline Alexander and Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb

Last Movie: Everything Everywhere All at Once with @johaerys-writes

Craving: Black sesame balls =( it's been eighty years...

What are you wearing right now: My last functional hoodie that is nonetheless completely falling apart

How tall are you: 5'9 and a bit. The bit is important. The bit lets me round up to 5'10 and not feel so sad about my height. My dad calls me shrimpy =(

Piercings: My ears, but it turns out I'm allergic to most metals

Tattoos: Nope

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses with red frames, though my eyesight isn't all that bad.

Last drink: I am currently drinking an iced coffee

Last show: Uhhh... I've been watching Abbot Elementary while working out

Last thing you ate: Cinnamon granola

Favourite colour: Listen, all colors have their place. I just feel old enough to admit that I don't really have a favorite. I like jewel tones. I like colorful things. Blue, green, and purple make me happy, but so does yellow. You know? Like life is better with colors and I'm tired of pretending I care about one wavelength of light above all others.

Current obsession: Honestly I could do with a good obsession. My biggest time sink right now is probably Persona 5.

Unrelated Obsession: I suppose some might say my houseplants might qualify as an obsession. Having me on snapchat means getting daily updates on them.

Any pets:

Do you have a crush on anyone: My heart is an empty, black abyss

Favourite fictional character: Okay if picking a favorite color was a bit much for me, you really think I'm gonna pick out of all the fictional people I know which one is my *favorite*?? You must be kidding yourself.  But you know what, since I'm playing Persona 5 right now, I just think everyone should be a little nicer to Ryuji.

The last place you traveled: I suppose that would be Madison, Wisconsin. But if we are talking about an actual vacation situation, I went to Hawaii in 2019. I am currently trying to convince myself to travel to Europe this autumn and that it won't be a waste because I'll have a migraine the entire time. I am losing this battle. I have had a migraine since the first week of February. (I did have a migraine in Hawaii while floating in the ocean and looking at a rainbow. Not sure I can recommend the experience, but it was kind of... yeah.)

Okay tagging forward (but feel free to ignore this, as I did for like... months): @juliafied @alibonbonn @gladiolus---amicitia @johaerys-writes @nerdierholler @vimlos @swaps55 @sugar-peanut-cat @sugarspunquill

[golden--doodler]

Looook, it's me with another ask! Okay okay, three headcanons for each Belcher, go :D!

Headcanons about all of the Belchers from Moi? You keep spoiling me with these perfect, perfect asks!!! 😭

Okay, let's start with Bob. Talking more about Bob makes me so happy because I'm still sad about not including him as one of my favorite Belchers (Linda and Gene just called to me too strongly, though).

1.) This ties into my AU, but his hatred of Jimmy Pesto began when Jimmy Pesto made a snide remark about Linda, something he's never been able to let go of ever since. He definitely hyper-fixates on their rivalry, I think it's gotten to the point where he's even more invested than Jimmy himself. Jimmy doesn't even remember what he said, but Bob will never forget.

2.) While he will never pick favorites out of his kids, of course, his favorite kid when they were a baby was actually Gene, believe it or not. While it was a close second with Tina because she was so quiet and good, Gene was just such a wild baby that he actually found it quite entertaining. While there were some moments where that ended up making him extremely stressed (like when Gene ate a fern) his antics always made Bob laugh more than he'd care to admit. It kind of reminded him why he loved parenting in the first place.

3.) Whenever Bob becomes too stressed out or overstimulated, his favorite thing to do is to hide in the employee bathroom and read something while Linda and the kids take care of everything. We already know from "Ancient Misbehavin'" that Linda loves it whenever he reads, so she supports this wholeheartedly.

Onto Linda now! :D

1.) I touched on this in my comic prologue I posted a while back, but Linda and Gayle occasionally got taken to the beach when they were kids if Gloria had some sort of work business to take care of around there. They always loved it there and would always try to look for shells so they could hear the ocean, even though they were already at the beach and could already hear the ocean very well.

2.) She was actually not as much of a social butterfly during her school years as one might believe. She did find her crowd, especially Ginger, but a lot of people, unfortunately, thought she was too much, and didn't like it if she spontaneously burst into song or rambled about something she enjoyed. She also used to get teased a bit about her braces. This is why she related to Tina during "These Boots Are Made For Stalking" and had that whole speech about how Tina wasn't the only one who wanted to change herself to be seen as cool. These experiences actually led her to be a bit nervous about rambling in front of Bob when they first started dating, but he loves it whenever she goes off on her tangents, so she's very easily excitable in the present.

3.) Linda is the reason that they all know Teddy! This was before the kids were even born, and their sink was having major issues. She tried calling a couple of handymen other than Teddy, but none of them were available. She eventually found him, and he came over and was immediately won over by her presence. After he was done, he revealed that he hadn't eaten all day yet, and she had Bob make him a burger. The rest is history.

Now for my precious, awkward baby girl Tina.

1.) She's been doing her signature groaning for as long as she could remember. It's always been her way of (to quote Sadness from "Inside Out") "slowing down and obsessing over the weight of life's problems". She heard Bob making a similar noise when he was upset and she copied it. It just kind of stuck from then on.

2.) She's known Jimmy Jr. for a very, very long time, basically since they were in preschool. When they first met, he was really upset about being by himself, so she went up to him and asked him to play blocks with her. He agreed, and it got his mind off his homesickness. He still remembers that day, though if asked, he will deny it. Tina treasures that memory a lot.

3.) Her first boy crush was actually on a member of Boyz 4 Now, much like Louise. She's known about the band for a long time, and the first time she stumbled across them, she was completely enthralled by Griffin. She hasn't stopped loving this band and boys ever since that day. Griffin is still her favorite member.

It's Gene time!

1.) The first piece of music Gene ever made on his keyboard was abysmally bad (to be fair, he was very young when he first got it) but his family, especially Linda, acted as if it was incredible and the best thing in the world. This boosted his confidence enough to continue playing around with his keyboard and realize how much he enjoyed creating music, and he got a lot better! It says a lot when he was able to eventually make things like "Electric Love" and "Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl".

2.) He actually really enjoys movies, a trait he got from Bob. It's why he was so excited to stage a "Die Hard" musical in the first place and why he got excited about that one Western movie during the first season, and why he keeps making random film references (like when he said "you can't handle the tooth" in the movie). He's actually wondered if having a career doing film scores would be fun, but he's still pretty deadset on wanting to be in some sort of band because he loves "The Itty Bitty Ditty Committee" so much.

3.) He enjoys putting on dresses a lot and used to wear Linda's, but they're way too big on him. Now, he tries wearing some of Tina's, though they are still slightly large on him. He thinks they're way prettier and more comfortable than men's formal wear, and they give him gender euphoria :D However, he has yet to wear any in public. His favorite feminine thing to wear are ballet outfits, and he apparently canonically used to take ballet lessons at some point.

Last but certainly not least, Louise!

1.) Louise actually respects Linda, more than she will ever admit. She's super curious about Linda's early years, especially because how Linda has said that she did things like set fires. Louise desperately wants to hear more context behind these random anecdotes. She also admittedly thinks it's pretty cool how Linda sprung her out of detention for ice cream that one time.

2.) She met Regular Sized Rudy when they were really young, around preschool or kindergarten. He was the only person who actually approached her, and didn't mind when she started going on about the random tricks she wanted to pull on other students. She didn't go through with most of them, but they did steal another kid's crackers during snack time together. He was the first one to ever compliment her ears.

3.) She first got Kuchi Kopi because as a toddler, she was pretty fussy and didn't like sleeping through the night or taking baths. She would regularly sneak into Bob and Linda's room to sleep because she didn't like being alone. However, when presented with the night light for the first time, she got super enthralled, and Bob and Linda thought of it as a miracle. They were super exhausted at that point, and seeing her so calm was incredible to them. But the best night's sleep she would ever get was snuggling with her parents with the night light (she definitely didn't like sleeping alone when she was young).

I could probably go on but here are some of my headcanons! I hope this was fun to read because I had a lot of fun with this.

[muraenide]

Just a heads up that there are guest muses available here that might make an appearance sometimes:

Floyd - Self-explanatory. I will be sticking as close as I can to canon.

Antonio Leech - Jade's father. He wouldn't call himself a mafia, but an industrialist. Runs an organization in the Coral Sea, whose name is a secret. Neither Jade nor Floyd would reveal its name, and Azul knows better than to ask. Antonio is slightly obsessed with Jade, believing Jade to be The One™️ who is meant to be his successor. If given the chance to pick between Jade and Floyd, Antonio would have sacrificed Floyd without a second though. Though he would have sacrificed them both for Juliet.

Juliet Leech - Antonio's wife and Jade's mother. She comes from a branch of royalty and is distantly related to the royal family. Juliet's mother frequently held banquets for her and her sisters in order to find them potential suitors. Juliet eventually caught the interest of Antonio, who kidnapped her and made her his wife by charming her. At some point, Juliet breaks out of the charm and comes to herself sometime after Jade and Floyd's birth. She learns to love Antonio without the effects of magic and also her sons.

Leech - Jade and Antonio's ancestor and the first known member of the Leech family. Leech is a mereel from three thousand years ago and does not have a pleasant reputation in the Coral Sea. During Antonio's reign, he managed to iron out whistle-blowers and rumour mongers and so people seldom whispered about them years ago. All heirs of the Leech family possess a ring that was originally passed down from Leech. Currently, Antonio is in possession of the ring. And the ring is [redacted].

Naiara - Jade's grandmother. It would be interesting to note that she is, once, a human. A mute baby girl was washed up to the shore of an island where a tribe resided. To reasons even she didn't know herself, the tribe worshipped her as a goddess from the sea. At some point, when she was around 19, a flood hit the village and caused many of them to drown, they avenged themselves by tying her feet to a rock and tossing her into the river, not before their shaman placed a curse on her. She can't die, so she is left to her own devices at the bottom of the ocean until 30 years later she is rescued by a merman whom she eventually married. The curse still lives, Naiara not having aged a day since, though she is now a mermaid via a bargain with a sea witch. She lives in her own side of the house, away from Antonio, Juliet, Jade, and Floyd and seldom leaves her room, although Antonio has stated that his mother had always been like that since his father passed away.

[solarlotus]

Anakin accidentally getting drenched in water causing his shirt to be see through. This allows obi-wan to get a good look Anakin and he can't look away. Either just admiring his muscles or some new scar. That or like a nipple ring or tattoo.

Hope this is ok. I'm working through the prompts, work been hectic the last few days but should be back on it now.

Typically for a boy from a desert planet, Anakin Skywalker was fascinated with water. Obi Wan had watched his padawan go from tentative showers, fearful of the water being wasted down the drain, shallow baths, where he felt filling it past his small ankles would be a crime, to gradually becoming obsessed with water and the opportunuties the rest of the galaxy provided to bathe, play and swim.

Scariff was a mission of course, not a holiday, no a holiday was un-Jedi like, this was a mission to survey the ocean depths. If Anakin happened to enjoy himself, well the boy deserved some fun, he worked hard, ever eagar to prove himself and Obi Wan secretly thought there had never been a more talented or hardworking padawan in the order.

They spent the first two days circling the planet on their ship, Anakin monitoring the equipment, talking to his droid and making adjustments. They swapped part way, Obi Wan giving Anakin the flight controls, which he immediatly regretted. he was an excellent pilot, it was just he didn't use the nagivational euqipment at all, relying entirely on the Force to guide him.

'Come on, master,' Anakin laughed as they disembarked for their beachside lodge that evening. 'Have I ever made a mistake?'

'That's not the point, Anakin, the flight controls are there for a reason.'

'Of course I've not made a mistake, the Force doesn't make mistakes, as you always tell me.' Anakin grinned in triamph. Obi Wan shook his head ruefully, watching affectionately as his padawan ran down the landing strip to their lodge.

They didn't talk much over dinner, a delicious barbeque served by droids washed down with fruit juices and sticky sweets that left Anakin licking his fingers. 'These are so good, master,' he said, popping another of the sugary cubes in his mouth.

'Anakin, you're all sticky,' Obi Wan fussed.

'I'll wash in the sea,' Anakin said, raising his eyebrows before taking the long route to the little wooden jetty that stuck out from the lodge, rather than walking over the narrow sandy beach. Obi Wan watched with a smile as he jumped in, careless of his clothes and surfaced a few meters further out. He splashed around for a bit before leaping back onto the jetty and walking back to the table, picking up another sweet.

'Anakin, you could have just walked up the beach.'

'I was practising my skills,' Anakin retorted. Obi Wan looked up. He was going to lecture Anakin on inappropiate use of the Force, on showing off, that a Jedi did not seek adventure. But Anakin had been wearing a light cream tunic, which was now soaking wet and clung to every inch of tanned skin. To make matters worse the man was wriggling out of his wet trousers, hanging them to dry on the balcony rail and smiling like the morning sun.

Obi Wan was a Jedi knight, he was well respected within the order and without. He was not the sort of man who would lose the power of speech because his eighteen year old padawan was walking around in a wet see through tunic, his golden skin glowing. He would not sit with an open mouth because the man had suddenly developed muscles, had suddenly become a man and, oh kriff, the damned tunic clung to his buttocks too. Entirely transparent from the powerful shoulders to tight ass, and now he was turning around.

Anakin's smile was sweet, like the sun it lit up Obi Wan's life. His blue eyes were set behind dark lashes that seemed to glower sometimes, but now fixed their beauty on Obi Wan. And oh, what beauty. How had he not seen before? A long golden neck, a prominent adam's apple, smooth collar bones and muscular pecs. His stomach was taut and lean, narrowing to his hips and that incredible vee, a trail of dark hair going lower, and oh sweet moons!

Anakin was not a little boy anymore. His cock was thick and proud and Obi Wan was staring. Anakin approached, stood so close Obi Wan could see the tiny mole on his left hip,smell the salt water that clung to him and see the pebbled pink nipples.

'I'm going back in,' Anakin said, holding out a hand. 'Are you coming in?'

Against his better judgement Obi Wan nodded.

[jeannahas]

It had been a long day.

Of course, it had also been a very beneficial day.

but negotiating with the humans was never an easy task.

You sigh, leaning against the rail of the boat, while the human politicians bickered and scowled amongst each other. The problem was, for you, a simple one. A Beached whale. Carrion ripe for the picking.

For the humans though, this was a massive problem. They didn't want to eat the carcass, and the whales did tend to explode if their thick skin was improperly opened on land. They had their funny little laws, their foolish rules about what to do and what not to do, and currently the politicians were trying to hire your services.

Too bad for them you didn't care about their human money very much. They were insistant that the amount they offered was substantial. A very large number comparable to the large schools of fish.

Your terms, were fishing grounds. Your pod would clear the carcasses of any whale that beached in the area for the following three years - as long as you were given exclusive fishing rights to a particularly rich patch of sea. You were going to fish there anyway, even if they said no - but this would keep the humans out of it for a time, and give your pod's cultivators time to breed larger fish to your liking. Favorable spawnings and whatnot.

In the meantime though, you flipped your tail back and forth merrily, head tilted sideways as you awaited the politician's response. It was all far more complicated than your distant courts. Those existed only to give the males somewhere to duel for the attention of females - and of course for different pods to resolve territorial disputes without too much violence.

you grinned a sharp-toothed but elegant grin at the thought of the delicious taste of blood in the water after the last territorial dispute. Some was ok - the Pods liked to keep things restrained though.

Finally, the older politician - the one who looked somewhat like a beached whale himself, came back to the side of the ship, wiping his face with a rag. Clearly this was one of those humans who spend all of it's time in the big boxes. Not used to the outside, to the sun.

"Well, Ms. Ah...."

"You cannot pronounce my name." You remind him merrily. It was a series of notes akin to whalesong - he would be hopeless to try.

"Ah, well um... Ms. Spokeswoman, I am afraid that we cannot grant you your concession - might we interest you in hunting tools? We have a wide range of equipment that might be benefical to your pod."

You cock your head. Humans and their stuff. Enough of their stuff ended up in the ocean anyway that her Pod had all of the random tools and supplies they could ever need for their hunting for the foreseeable future- and several fun bits for decoration as well. You had gotten creative with the colored glass that ended up in the ocean in particular, attaching the pieces to your favorite crab, and weaving them into the kelp necklace you wore now.

You hum contentedly. "Hmm. No. We want fish. We have no need for your tools." You smile, distracting the man from his oggling of your apparently femenine form, and back onto the sharp teeth of your smile. "We can hunt just fine without your tools, Mr. Banks." This was also part of the reason why your pod tended to send you. You got the most enjoyment out of taking advantage of the human obsession with females. You weren't sure if it was some quirk, spell, or convergent whatever that some other human had tried to talk to you about that led to your people looking similar to the humans - but it did come in handy whenever you wanted something from them.

The Human's sweat seemed to intensify. You tried not to look like you were enjoying it too much.

"Ah... but, we- we cant-"

"Ok!" You reply Cheerily. "Good luck cleaning up your Whale then. What was it, 200,000 of your dollars? Bye!" You leapt off of the side of the ship with a graceful dive you knew would show off your silvery scales, as the politicians protested.

You dive below the surface, lower than they can see, and snicker to your four podmates that will be helping you. You wait. You know what's going to happen next, just from your many decades of interacting with the humans.

The line is thrown, with it's little red weight that signals that they want to talk. A desperate plea for you not to leave them.

You watch it in no particular hurry - they'll stress out more if they think you've actually left.

Eventually - after a good minute or so, you pop your head up, brushing your 'hair' away from your face as you approach the ship calmly.

"Have you reconsidered?" You ask cheerily.

The other politicians are furiously arguing with the whale of a man, who sighs and leans over the side of the ship, extending a hand.

"Very well, Ms. Spokeswoman... we will grant you exclusive fishing rights in the designated region, and in exchange, we will help you to remove the carcass to be used by... your people."

You smile, sincere.

"Good! And if you ever set any boats into our water we end our deal and the rest of the whales are all yours!"

You clap your hands merrily, as the politician panics. You know humans, and you know they like to break promises if they think they can get away with it. You relish his distress as he realizes that he actually has to hold to his bargain if he wants the continued help of the Pod, and you swim over to the boat, extending a hand to the blubbery politician.

He shakes your hand.

Your people are on it in moments. Tying ropes around the whale's fins, and using the human boats, the whale it hauled out to sea into the designated area where your Pod is waiting.

You open the animal, your Shark friends swimming eagerly around and snatching up the bits that your people toss to them. This particular school of sharks has been selected for a while to be relatively small. Good trackers, and good for finding other large carcasses farther into open waters - this deal was going to be GOOD for you. Whales beached on this coast frequently - and if any ended up dying... your pod got to eat VERY well. You were pretty sure other pods would be jealous of your proximity to the coastline here.

You smile contentedly as they tear into the opened carcass, properly opened into the sea so as to avoid problems. The orcas will be here soon - but you'll all have far more than you need before they arrive.

It’s always been odd to me that there are not any ocean scavengers equipped to take optimal advantage of large carcasses. Like…. in prehistoric times, the oceans were full of huge animals… was this a problem back then too?

[labellerose-acheron]

SwynWriMo Day Thirty – SwynRP Character Wishlist

Clementine's Villain Wishlist*

*We all know I love a villain! And we definitely need some more spice to come shake things up! (I always think this.) I would get so many of these myself but--must refrain from various reasons. So, I am bequeathing them to the RP. Also--many of these are Mundus, which we definitely need more of!**

**Plus: two bonus babes at the end that are connection shout outs.

Dawn Bellweather

Small town life, sheep wool, blazers, cut throat ambition, the clack of a keyboard...

I just think Dawn would be sooooooo fun! Especially with the election next year. Get her now and you have a lot of time to build up some connections and get her integrated before running for Board next year. I love a political character and duplicitous character, so I think she'd be so fun!

Kovu Otieno

Cigarettes, staying up too late, neon lights, big city life, hot and dry deserts, the longing to be someone other than you are...

The way I have refrained from picking up Kovu multiple times but seriously, how do we not have him in the RP? The perfect broody darling. I have lots of ideas on how to connect him to the Lyons and InterPride and I just think he'd be so fun to shake things up.

Ursula Os'minog

Underwater caverns, slick eels, urchins, outcast, the smell of the ocean, the light playing on the water...

I had Ursula at one point. Do I kinda want her back? Yes. She is just a fun and juicy creature. I love a chaotic neutral who is really just around to cause problems for no other reasons than vibes. I have a lot of thoughts about caecelia culture and their beef with merpeople. Plus, she is an iconic Disney villain!!

Yubaba Ono

The sweet, fresh smell of new laundry, the quiet humming of spa music, power crackling under your skin...

I think the spa would be so fun to bring into play. There could be some interesting tensions with places like the Tipton and the Hauntley. I would probably try to play it as a new thing coming in to town even though it is technically established. I just think you could stir up some fun drama that way...not to mention Yubaba's goal of capturing Magicks to put under her control...

Yzma Sumac

Always coming in second, taste for luxury, yearning to be young, strong coffee, crunchy salads...

Yzma...see, I would play Yzma as a Mundus who is just obsessed with somehow becoming a Magick. Or maybe even poses as a magic. Her whole story is about seeking power because she doesn't have any and she plays dirty. I feel like she'd be someone who could run for Board as well and shaking things up that way.

Dornan Humbert

The smell of wet earth, the kickback of a gun, warm flannel and crackling fires, the doubt in your heart...

I simply love a villain who does what needs to be done but has a crisis about it. If I played Dornan, he would probably be far too similar to Tom, lol. Which is why I have refrained from picking him up. He'd be a fun Order boy. Or somehow connected. Maybe there was a rivalry because Dornan didn't have the kind of rules and protocol as the Order, so he could get to things first. Or maybe he sees himself as a vigilante, like an old school knight, coming in and ridding places of their monsters...

Mike Fritzi

Motorcycle oil, the wind through your hair, itchy feet that just want to travel somewhere new, a chip on your shoulder...

Mike Fritzi...I hate his name so much, lmfao. Sorry, that's just a random side note if I ever got him I'd change his name. BUT--we need more bad boys with chips on their shoulders. I am sorry. It is simply my kryptonite. And Tramp is the classic!! He is the blueprint!! The fact we've never had a solid one whose stuck around is wild to me. So he's not a full on villain, a heartbreaker counts. <3

Robert Callahan

Shadows and darkness, a hole missing from your life, the righteousness to your cause...

I don't know much about him, but I love his skeleton...I just think it's really spicy. Especially if instead of robotics, he becomes the demonology professor. Would be an excellent adversary for Boo and Dipper to deal with potentially...

Cruella de Vil

The softness of velvet, the richest of perfume, all the finer things in life, and enough money to swim in...

Cruella is just an icon!! She simply is one of the best Disney villains just in terms of being entirely unhinged (complimentary.) Feel like there is a lot of directions her character could be taken...

Rhiannon Dearg Croi

The clack of heels on stone, a glass of wine before bed, and a cold, cold heart...

Another character I have considered many times, but I haven't had a good idea to really ground her yet. So, I simply think someone should get her! Come shake up PrideU! Give PrideU the Umbridge treatment. I just think that'd be so fun and spicy...

AND THREE BONUS NON-VILLAINS BUT THEY ARE CONNECTIONS AND IM DOWN ON MY KNEES BEGGING PLEASE!

Antonio Madrigal

A bright spot in the sunlight to curl up, the chirp of birds, the purr of a cat, and the expectations of your family...

Light of everyone’s life. It is so fun to play the baby of the family and he’d be a great PrideU addition! Maybe he wants to be a vet! Or maybe his dreams don’t have to do with his magic at all and he is struggling!!

Tod Sinnoach

The glint of a surgical blade, the weight of a secret, growing up in a small town, fresh earth, sunflowers...

Having Tod to complete the trio would be so fun. I had the brain blast to make him a surgeon and I think that would be so fun!! Maybe we could even come up with some Tod/Vixey drama. Or Tod/Copper drama. Or maybe he somehow knows both of them! I think there is a lot of flexibility with him, but I just would like to have him complete the trifecta!! Also: making him Indian because both Copper and Vixey are would be fun too! (Also, also, a Virgo.)

The Muses

The Order of Hesiod has existed since days of old. Once, it was not secret. In fact, people traveled from far and wide to Piperi in the Mediterranian to have gifts of inspiration and artistry bestowed upon them by the Muses. However, after years of corruption and threats, the muses went quiet.

Now, they exist in secret, sharing their magic with those whom they deem worthy. But that, in and of itself, is a question. Who is worthy of the wonderful powers that can be given by a muse?

Besides, after 2017, the Order was left in shambles when their leader betrayed them all. It has taken years to pick up the pieces and the ripples are still stretching ever outwards. Without a Urania/us to guide them, the Muses haven’t found the rest of their sisters, they haven’t been at full power for years.

How will you share your gifts? How will you be found?

Perfect for: writers who enjoy found family, developing unique magic, gender diverse characters, corrupt political systems, morally grey magical orders…and more!

[ayearwithoutwater]

Twenty-three.

After a breakup, it's recommended that you throw yourself into a flurry of new activities: books, music, film, sports, networking, anything that might introduce you to new people or occupy your mind. The idea is to give your brain something new to do, instead of spending all your time agonizing.

Intuitively, I knew that it's sound advice. I dragged myself to the gym every day because I wanted to stimulate the production of endorphins; I didn't notice a tangible difference afterwards, but it did manage to burn off some of the nervous energy that my anxiety generated for me. I was an outdoor volleyball enthusiast for the summer and I went on a couple of dates, but I was so anxious. There was only one person in the world I wanted to see, and he was resolute about not allowing me to make amends.

Immediately preceding my separation from Henry, my breakup with Jun was, in contrast, a much more boring affair. I spent my time playing video games (Supergiant's Hades) and reading books (Beitong's Beijing Comrades), and a boy I dated to whom I recommended Beijing Comrades picked up the very same digital copy after I returned mine to the New York Public Library system. That was, altogether, an unremarkable breakup.

I suppose the difference is that I was ready to leave my relationship with Jun, whereas I was forcibly parted from Henry. On one hand, I knew I needed to accept that he'd chosen to exit my life; on the other, I wanted to believe that there was still hope for reconciliation. That dissonance was the clear source of my emotional turmoil, and it was how my relationship with grief changed.

Of the few books I was able to digest at that point in time, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous felt pronounced as I parsed my loss. Ocean Vuong posits that grief is the final expression of love, one that we carry with us for the rest of our life, but I didn't want to carry my love for Henry forever. I remember thinking that such would feel more like a curse. Although I grieved and grieved and grieved, my rational side hoped that I wouldn't do so forever—not just because he didn't deserve it, my outpouring of love for him and that I would bear it forever, but also because I didn't think I deserved it, to obsess over what I'd lost when there remained an entire universe out there for me to gain. I'd loved him, I did, but I still loved me, too, and I didn't want to keep punishing myself for the mistakes I'd made that had resulted in my loss. Of course, in that aforementioned passage, Ocean wrote not about losing romantic love but about losing his mother, about someone who'd loved him unconditionally, and so I supposed that such grief wasn't what I was feeling. Henry obviously hadn't loved me with the same gravity. In that case, the future, however dim, however gray, still seemed to be bright.

Before my breakup, I wasn't an anxious person. I'd only ever had three panic attacks prior to that, adding up to once every half-decade or so, and I hardly ever cried. Even when I was at my deepest nadir, when I contemplated ending my life with full seriousness and planned out a final goodbye to take place by age twenty, I shed no tears. Back then, my depression wasn't sad—it was cold, unfeeling. That, too, changed with Henry's departure.

2022 was also the year that saw the release of Everything Everywhere All At Once, the surprise box office juggernaut that slowly chugged its way to an Academy Awards sweep. Much ballyhoo was made about its success as an Asian-led casting success story, but I had long anticipated the film's release for a more specific reason: Michelle Yeoh, whose filmography was as action-packed as it was diverse. Like so many others, I'd loved her emotive gravitas in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and Crazy Rich Asians, and I'd wanted to see her flex her metaphorical chops as soon as I'd read the pre-release synopses of Everything Everywhere All At Once, which had promised to be a tour de force of a performance. Although she is of Han Chinese ancestry, her Malaysian upbringing connected her via regional proximity to Henry, who was Malay Singaporean and with whom I had planned to watch the film upon its premiere. When he and I broke up, some of the lingering affection I had for him was undoubtedly transferred to the film.

I watched Everything Everywhere All At Once at least eight times that summer. I was never one to cry from watching a movie, but I was already broken and the film poked at my sorest spots. Michelle's portrayal of an immigrant Chinese mother who learns to accept her gay child, culminating in her final monologue to Stephanie Hsu—I couldn't take it.

You never call me even though we have a family plan, and it's free. You only visit when you need something. And, you got a tattoo and I don't care if it's supposed to represent our family. You know I hate tattoos. And, of all the places I could be, why would I want to be here with you? Yes, you're right. It doesn't make sense. Maybe it's like you said. Maybe there is something out there, some new discovery that will make us feel like even smaller pieces of shit, something that explains why you still went looking for me through all of this noise, and why, no matter what, I still want to be here with you. I will always, always, want to be here with you.

Those words, the denouement, weren't just the words I knew I would never hear from my own mother (or father, for good measure). Those were the words I wanted to say, had said, to Henry when I did everything I could to repair our relationship. Those were the words I had wanted him to say to me, because I knew that love isn't just a spark of chemistry but also an interminable series of choices to be together against all odds. No matter what, I wanted to be with him, but he didn't want to be with me. I remember my third time seeing the film with my dear friend Eleanor, who lovingly interrupted her own first viewing of the movie to run out of the theatre and fetch me some napkins because I had begun bawling at those very words.

Repeat viewings imparted upon me that I was still liable to burst into tears at any time, still in my precarious emotional state, because I still wasn't over losing not just him but also the sense of security I had derived from believing that he'd loved me, unconditionally, and because I still blamed myself for screwing it all up. Despite it taking two to tango, I faulted myself because I knew I was the more emotionally intuitive partner, and it was my responsibility to manage that facet of our relationship if I wanted it because I was better at it, at least until he caught up to speed. I'd lost the unconditional love I'd only ever felt before from less than a handful of lovers and never my parents, and it screwed with my head and maybe it was purely a matter of psychology and maybe the brain wants what it can't have, but it was all my fault nonetheless. He had every opportunity to right his own wrongs, to choose me as I'd chosen him, and—when it mattered most—he didn't. That made me feel like shit—to know that I'd hurt him so badly that he, despite however much he'd supposedly loved me, chose to walk away.

All this time later, I still have his phone number memorized. It's a six-four-six number that has me blocked, a sequence of ten integers that I wish never came into my life, whose consequence is that I've been irrevocably changed, forever. It was ironic to me that he'd so loved Kelly Clarkson, who has staked her career upon songs about emotional honesty, because he was an emotional coward who was pathologically incapable of confronting any heartfelt issues with seriousness. But, my Venus is in Aries and I'm a stubborn partner, and it would never have worked out if he wasn't as obstinately committed, and he wasn't. Regardless of how badly I wished that it was him, it wasn't.

I remember reading that grief doesn't dissipate as you progress; rather, the rest of your life enlarges. The grief remains, but it is less and less prominent as your life moves on because there are more material realities in front of you, and eventually you forget to acknowledge the grief. I remember cursing myself for waking up yet again with him as my first waking thought, begging myself to fast-forward to the reality where that no longer occurred. I remember wondering whether I'd default to thinking about him because misery was a familiar comfort, whether I was squeezing out whatever leftover dopamine remained from seeing him in my mind's eye, and trying desperately to convince myself to source my endorphins elsewhere. I remember that existence being torturous, wrought. I remember holding onto the shred of self-worth I had left, the gentle voice in my head that was patient with me as I sobbed, telling me that this, too, would pass, and that, no matter what, I would always be here for myself. I would always, always, want to be here for myself.

My relationship with grief changed, but I like to think that it isn't so bad. Loss taught me to be grateful for the people who choose to stay all the more. I don't have Henry anymore, but I do have a Substack to show for it.

[siewmai]

....ngl i struggled to pick but 2 & 6, first examples you think of (if any) because I couldn't possibly narrow your fandoms down to pick just one

thank you! (will answer these for this way up and ocean's 8 for obvious reasons, aha)

2. are there any popular fandom otps you only brotp?

this way up doesn't have a big enough fandom for that plus the notorious multishipper strikes again. i will say that anyone who still supports canon raine after s2 makes me go confusedwhitelady.gif like did we watch the same series!!! did we not all see pod person richard kirby treating aine like shit!!! // again i ship pretty much anything in ocean's 8 but i'm definitely less of a fan of daphne/rose than most people i think

6. has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

not for this way up, in fact i think i probably influenced some people into being interested in rarepairs/non-canon ships (charaine! braine!) instead of the other way round // for ocean's 8, i didn't HATE daphne/lou but i didn't really have an opinion on it coming out of the cinema, it was all the amazing fanart on twitter and people requesting i write them on ao3 than made me go "hmm" and now i'm obsessed with them, in my top three ocean's 8 ships for sure

send me a number!

[cheeseburgerjaunt]

"To be gorgeous, you have to be seen. And if you are seen, you can be hunted." or something like that, from Ocean Vuong.

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You told me you felt sick. I believe every word. Your body feels fully ill. A negative covid test, a temperature of 98. None of that matters, you feel weighed upon.

I've brought home treats and flowers - I had picked them up before you told me you were sick. I make the point that I didn't buy them out of pity. It is not only when you feel pitiful that I love you. Although I've meant to make you a bouquet of Trader Joe's flowers like we saw that guy do on Instagram, I have put it off for several months. Today I made the decision to show you love in this way - to approach you with a romantic intention.

I just don't want you to think it was done out of pity. Unless that would be better.

You question out loud, after your second cup of bone broth, "Maybe it was the frozen shortbread I ate." The uncooked dough we left uncovered on a plate in the freezer before the holidays.

My wrist feels as though it is broken. Or on its way towards uselessness. Only after a long day do I remember that I fell on it three times while snowboarding about a week ago.

---

I had so much more to say, but the sleeping aid is quietly obliterating my consciousness like an eraser tool with a low flow.

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My ankles are worn. Honestly, the mark of a day filled with well-spent hours. I remember watching Kevin Durant's MVP speech live online, for some reason. He spoke to, and about his mother. How she fed him before herself. How she did so much with so little.

For some reason, I have decided that's what being a partner is. I have imagined myself as a Father, and I know that right now I have nothing additional to offer. I could care for you all day if I wasn't so invested in my self expression. I don't have many hobbies, I don't like to be a burden.

As I think about commercial photography, I just can't imagine stomaching the process of creating a message so incredibly artificial with the precious hours of an entire production crew.

I'm not entirely sure what I did wrong.

And now I'm descending to pity.

The artists I admire pushed their craft into a new space.

Even Irving with his cigarettes printed them, obsessively.

I know I just push for freedom - I push for no one to question me, or challenge me, or tell me that it's not good enough.

I would love to make the photos that Heather Hazzan makes - I would love that. But I know I'll rot my mind to death fearful of my own boredom with their technical prowess.

[spkyscry-a]

Okay, okay. Okay. Alright. Okay. Alright. Alright okay. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEYY-- 

I’m like. Running on genuine zero sleep and barely any energy. I’m only up because of like. Shit I need to be awake for so excuse me if this doesn’t make sense

I’m just gonna lay some foundational work down here. Gonna slip that in nice and easy for future me.

We’re running with the “Gorgon Sisters, daughters of Phorcys and Ceto (or whatever spelling you wish)” route as a base. Yes, originally, Gorgons were sea creatures. Deific creatures at that, who muddied the waters with mortal spawn with the rare few heroes that caught their eye and weren’t killed immediately; or monsters and that ilk, of course. You know how it gets. 

So dashed now that in modern time, the only “divine” thing about Gorgons would be their eyes, which still have that trace amount of magic that never really got snuffed out by so many generational gaps (divinity varies) but also means that Gorgons have a LOT OF latent magic in those eyes that make them very coveted (granted, not that every species that exists in modern times even has “eyes” but that’s getting ahead of myself that’s a later post for a more coherent me)

The three origin points of Medusa, Stheno, and Euryale all going to VASTLY different evolutionary paths down the line due to their varied tastes of.. breeding and environmental needs. Vera could be traced back, if ever, back to Medusa herself down that INTENSE tree you’d have to go up. Unfortunately, many of the “neat sea deity” perks were phased out of her specific evolutionary roulette wheel.

Ironically, Vera did end up the least outwardly presenting monster branch of the many species that fall under the blanket gorgon term. But again that’s talk for future Mirth because hough. Oh baby.