#i legiterally would die for them
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been rotating a fish scenario for a few months every time i get sick i come back to it and i havent visited it this week and i realized it s because i just enacted that shit irl but without the gay shit
#the gist of it is overwatch employee era fish starts getting ocean yearning#because theyre a fish and are specialized to a certain kind of ocean water theyre getting 'dried out'#ie: sick because they have no access to water that meets their conditions. and it takes them a while to realize whats happening#but they all get an oz beach day for recoverys sake. and so the ovw science crew can do some measurements so they can get a fucking pool#or some shit back at base so they dont legiterally die#i love beach episode AND im always sick AND i have the oceansickness#but like. oh. i went to the lake. i had the time of my life at the beach. i did it i scratched thr yearning in my brain#give it a month before its back#unrelated tangent once they have the conditions set up i think fish would love to maintain it theyre a nerd for this crud anyways#they like to keep aquariums and this is essentially a big aquarium#they dont do that stupid abe sapien shit though. if they tried to build it like an aquarium exhibit they would eat 76s dumb face off#sorry abe i love your cool tank i just think theyd find it weird and bad
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a romantic night in, chlodine style
Nadine snored. It wasn’t a loud sound; it was more of a softly subdued scraping of the back of her throat as she breathed in.
Chloe hadn’t known what she expected when she took first watch back in the Ghats and Nadine got comfortable in the back seat of the jeep. In a far corner of Chloe’s mind, she had thought Nadine didn’t sleep at all. It’s silly, she knows. Nadine just seemed so composed all the time, so hard around the edges and always prepared, that the thought of her doing something as vulnerable as sleeping seemed almost unfathomable.
Still, she was predictably a very light sleeper, as Chloe had discovered early on when Nadine had jerked awake at the sound of Chloe’s muffled yelp when a bug had darted across her skin.
As time progressed, as their relationship evolved into something more, Chloe learned to tread lightly, loosen her stance, dance around corners. Nadine was an early sleeper and an early riser, and the opposite was true for Chloe, so she often found herself tiptoeing once the clock went past eleven.
She could travel through rooms in complete darkness without bumping into anything now whereas before her apartment had simply been a place where she slept between jobs.
Technically, Nadine did not live here. There was no official moving of things and Nadine still had her own apartment in South Africa, but they travelled as a unit more often than not. When Nadine returned home, Chloe went with her.
Unofficially, Chloe’s apartment was where they stayed when they planned for jobs or needed a brief pit stop. Sure, sometimes they came when Chloe visited her mum, but it was primarily the “office apartment”. Nadine’s place was where they went when they had nothing new planned, when needed a break from adventuring.
Chloe missed it a bit. They’ve been doing back-to-back jobs for two months now. After this one, she would be packing a bikini and booking one-way tickets to Johannesburg.
She was pretty much done with her research anyway. All that was left was the execution of their plan and the selling of four sparkly pieces of jewellery once they were acquired.
She glanced at the printed out pictures of the treasure. Maybe she’d keep one for herself.
Closing her laptop, she stretched out her back and groaned her satisfaction at the low crack that sounded.
Nadine was on the couch, feet propped up on the arm, and her chest rose and fell as she snored quietly. Her face was bare – the butterfly bandage on her cheek didn’t count – and was the picture of serenity. An arm was draped over the papers on her stomach, crumpling them under its dense weight. The other was sprawled out so that her forearm was suspended over the edge.
Chloe smiled and couldn’t help but take a quick picture from where she was curled up in an armchair.
She gently set her laptop on the coffee table, turned the shutters down, and unfolded the thin blanket that was draped over the chair. The papers rustled when she tried to remove them from Nadine’s hold, prompting a wince.
Nadine didn’t move.
She sighed in relief and refrained from pressing a kiss to Nadine’s forehead.
(Last time she tried for a peck on the cheek, Nadine’s eyes shot open and Chloe had almost tripped when she reared back in surprise. Nadine had laughed and apologized in a way that sounded like she would absolutely do it again, and Chloe had rolled her eyes and huffed.)
Once gathered and straightened into a pile, the papers were left on top of Chloe’s laptop, next to two empty mugs. She turned and made to drape the blanket over Nadine, only she hesitated.
They were both dressed for a night in, so Chloe didn’t need to help her into pyjamas. Hair sprung out of Nadine’s ponytail and across her cheeks and forehead. Her lips were slightly parted and her skin looked warm from the orange-yellow lamplight.
Chloe’s mouth turned up at the corners out of pure endearment.
Suddenly, Nadine cracked open an eye and her lips tugged into a grin. “Creeper,” she croaked through the heavy sleepiness in her voice.
“How long were you awake?” Chloe huffed.
“You moved my arm.”
“Oh, it was only two seconds.”
Nadine just shrugged and shuffled deeper into the cushions. Chloe didn’t pause to think, only accepted the wordless invitation, mutedly giddy. She cherished moments like this.
Sitting, she shook out the blanket for the third time and let it float down over their bodies. Then, she nudged Nadine’s arm up and settled down on it. Nadine’s arm hooked over her middle like a protective barrier and she instantly melted deeper into Nadine’s chest.
Nadine closed her eyes again.
“I don’t know why we’re not sleeping in the actual bed,” Chloe whispered.
“We’re having a moment, you dickhead.”
“A moment? You’re basically sleeping right now.” Chloe barked a laugh when Nadine dragged her arm over Chloe’s middle to press a calloused hand to her mouth.
“What happened to romance?” she grouched, eyes squinted down at Chloe.
Chloe smiled and kissed Nadine’s palm. She pulled the blanket to their chins. “I actually think we’re great at it.”
Nadine exhaled through her nose, making adjustments when Chloe shoved her face into her neck and placing her arm back where it belonged over Chloe’s waist. Her chest rumbled with her content hum.
“Maybe,” she replied.
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I love hui man I love hui I love hui I love hui. you all know I’d die for yuto so don’t make me choose between the two of them but HUI man!!!!!!!! he’s just great in all aspects and legiterally I love him. I think he’s so zam cute and fun. he does so many things that if anybody else I loved did it I would be like “don’t do that” but hui can do ANYTHING and I will think it’s cute. I don’t KNOW but my affection for hui on a scale from 1-100 is like 450,000,000 trillion.... I can’t explain it I just find every single thing hui does cute and he can sit there and be like :) and I’ll be like 💍
#i love hui man........#love his name love the way he talks love the way he like screams and shi#love it all#pentagon#borger diary
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oooh for the autumn asks, fog and quilt?? *insert eyes emoji here*
fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?
Answered just now but I’m adding onto it to emphasize just how bad I would be at it: You know how in many zombie movies/games the protagonist finds out about the apocalypse when a loved one turns & they have to kill them to save themselves? I cant even kill my loved ones in video games. Cant hurt my players when I’m DMing and am bad at card games cause I cant beat others without feeling horrible about it. Good protagonists kill and then go out and kill their way to safety, I’d just die on the spot the second I’m faced with a difficult killing decision
quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?
Oh im just the worst I fill both to the brim with milk & sugar. I’ll drink tea without anything in it when I dont wanna bother with the hassle, but I only drink coffee when it legiterally tastes like a caramel/coffee milkshake
#im exaggerating a little bit I drink my coffee black a lot of times too but ONLY WHEN I HAVE TO#THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS DANTE!!#marlieswolf96#answers
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i just finished ff9 and i'm shaking with tears omg best final fantasy game ever, i wish that would get remade instead
Aaaah omg im so happy for you!! congratulations!! FF9 is most probably my fave FF
and the final boss(es) were really something.. idr if you could save before beating the final final boss after trance kuja tbh cause i didnt die during the battle but yeah, imagine having to fight them all over again hahaha
but yeah.. woo, the superiority of ff9. the story, characters, wooo.. it was truly EPIC. and it was one of those games were i finished to 100% because i completed the side quests (chocobo hot & cold, friendly enemies, OZMA, treno card game, quina frog catch, etc.) such an amazing game. i didnt wanna leave that universe and just make the most of the entire experience and everything FF9 had to offer.. and to imagine, it was all done in the PS1 then.. kinda sad that FF10 eclipsed FF9 since the PS2 just became a thing but FF9 is really an underrated masterpiece. and i love how FF9 feels like a homage to the Final Fantasy franchise. really encapsulated the early FF games
and YES!! honestly if ff9 gets remade for ps4 or an advanced console, i will legiterally find time to play it 😭 it will be a dream come true!
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