#i used my fishing lures as the decoration

[galileosyeast]

i really liked romulus so much that i drew more xenomorphs

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the best part about drawing them is i just make up the anatomy cus idk what they actually look like

[c0ld0utside]

Beach Centaur father adopts a siren kid that is super timid?

Siren kid (timid) Centaur dad

Warnings: (Let me know if I’ve missed any): Mentions/descriptions of violence, poorly written timid reader, manipulation

Criticism + advice is welcome, here we go

At first, Jordan didn’t care much for humans. As far as he knew all they did was whine, take, and fight over the smallest things. Not to mention, their other behaviors were… interesting. So, like most other species that the humans deemed “monsters,” he ignored them. He focused on his own life in his home in the woods, tending to his pond and garden and admiring his collection of fish. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. 

This, however, was something he couldn’t ignore. 

It’s true that voices carry. The news that some human sailors had killed a pod of merfolk spread like wildfire through Jordan's coastal town. A few weeks later, a small pod of merfolk washed up on the shore, their tails sloppily lopped off. Everyone was in an uproar. The outrage was understandable; most species had been allied with sirens for centuries. Their songs and stories were loved by all.

Jordan’s dislike for humans grew with every new report. Being humans, they got curious and wanted to explore. Instead of asking for help like any other sane person, however, they settled on harming those who would be happy to lend a hand. 

So when he found you washed up on the rocky part of the shore, covered in cuts and a large, nasty gash, he was more than happy to help. Jordan swaddled you in wet towels and hurried home with you in his arms. He clutched you close to his chest the entire time, and you may or may not have heard him muttering prayers to the Gods under his breath. Originally, he had planned on fishing and collecting trinkets to sell, but you were far better. You were precious. A helpless, innocent little thing. How could anyone want to harm you?

[...]

The trip back didn’t take long. It turns out the stranger lives up on the cliffs. It’s different from observing them below, somewhat hidden by the fog. Seeing that first thing in the morning always filled you with a sense of something that you couldn’t explain. Trees and greenery tinted by the mist…beautiful yet ominous. Up here, however, the trees are thinner than they seem, covered in moss and fungi. Trails are constantly battling with plants growing back over them, too.

“We’re almost there, little one,” the centaur said. “May I call you that, by the way? ‘Little one’? I hope you don’t mind.” You respond by curling up further into yourself, trying to hide. The stranger responds to that by rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder. 

When you arrive, he nudges you carefully. “Look,” the stranger says. “Isn’t it pretty?” You look up, and he’s right. It’s beautiful. A cozy wooden house with a large decorated pond surrounded by odd thin trees, wildflowers, and shrubbery everywhere. If you squint past the fog, you can see the ocean down below. Home, your heart aches. 

The centaur gently lowered you into a closed-off part of his pond- an area he had for whenever his fish got injured somehow. “Wait here,” he said quietly, rushing into his home and returning a few moments later with a jug of…something. He slowly poured some of it into the pond, the liquid smelling absolutely wild. “I don’t know much about sirens or merfolk, so I figured the medicine I use when my fish get hurt might help.” The centaur explained sheepishly. “Are you comfortable? What do you want to eat? Have you had strawberries before?”

He couldn’t stop bombarding you with questions like a fussy mom when her kid is sick. “No,” you answered, voice weak. Sure, this centaur was helping you, but you had no idea who he was, where you were, or if he would hurt you. Was he luring you into a false sense of security like those humans had? It all happened so quickly. You and your family had been lounging in the shallow waters and basking in the sun. Your mother was humming a tune when a boat approached. Some humans called your parents over and the next thing you knew there were harpoons and nets and screams and cries.

The stranger must’ve noticed you sinking into your mind because he (to the best of his ability) knelt down at the edge of the pond. “Hey, you’re okay here, I promise. I just want to take care of you.” The stranger says, keeping his tone as comforting as possible. He frowns when you slip underwater, peeking out a few moments later. “Okay, let me try this,” the centaur mutters under his breath. “My name is Jordan, and I’m going to help you get better. I swear on my heart.” He introduces, making a cross-my-heart motion. “Now, I’m going to go get you some strawberries. Let’s see if you like them, yeah?” Jordan announces, getting up and trotting away.

[...]

Jordan doesn’t quite get it. He’s trying his best. He keeps his voice soft, he talks to you, and he tells you interesting things, like the weird scent you smell when he pours the medicine into the water is tea tree oil.And that the hammering noise you heard is a bird called a woodpecker. Oh- and that pretty fish swimming around you is called a koi fish. And aren’t those strawberries sweet?

Yet it’s always the same. You barely answer, only shaking your head or nodding. You hide underwater most of the time, hanging out with the fish and poking at the underwater plants. If his voice is anything but soft you freak out and disappear into the pond, back to the safety of rocks and pebbles and weird-looking fish and plants. 

That’s not the only problem. The news of human attacks on sirens and merfolk is getting worse. Apparently, humans are treating them as they would seafood. As if that couldn’t get any worse, reports of kidnappings turned into busted “fish farms” after clans raided human settlements in search of the missing sea creatures. 

Jordan can’t possibly take you back to the ocean now. It’s too dangerous, and he’s getting attached. You’re not some prized fish, oh no. You’re a treasure that he has to protect. So when you finally muster up the courage and ask him to take you home in that nervous, tiny voice of yours, he’s quick to say no. 

He knows you won’t understand right away, so he tells you things he’s heard through the grapevine from his time in town. 

“I went to sell some of the vegetables from my garden today, and saw a poster saying that a pod of mermaids has been taken by humans.”

“I went to buy these shells to remind you of home. …I also heard that a group of humans killed some more sirens today.”

“That market is full of depressing news nowadays. A group of werewolves found that missing pod. I don’t know how they’re ever going to recover, kept in those cramped tanks. Poor things.” 

“You don’t need to worry about that happening to you as long as you stay here with me. You’re safe up here!”

“Humans have no reason to come up here. And if they do, I’ll take care of them. Promise.”

Slowly but surely, it works. You stop asking to go home. You start talking to him. It isn’t much at first, but Jordan’s smile grows every time you give him more than just a few words. He’s also made a whole new pond just for you, decorating it with shells and sea glass and other ocean-y things he got from the market. Jordan only goes down there to sell his crops and decorative plants, along with seeds in case anyone wants to try making their own garden. The rest of his time is devoted to tending to his garden and spending time with you. 

Like a good, proper guardian. 

-

I'm finally free for the summer, expect a lot of things. To the people who did not read the pinned post; requests are closed for now. Will admit that like my Miguel O'hara one, this wasn't my favorite mostly because I think it's bland and I don't know how to write timid/shy characters just yet. At least I gave it a go.

[ct-1402]

The Bad Batch Pabu Bakery AU

Contains spoilers for The Bad Batch Season 2

While watching Season 2, me and my partner were talking about an au where they get to all live happily ever after on Pabu and they open a bakery and I thought I'd share:

Wrecker

Wrecker would be a one-man kneading machine, I just know he would love the workout

He'd get to keep a small portion of whatever he makes (and I'm sure he'd share with Omega)

He moves stock into their pantry while Tech directs him on exactly where things belong for efficiency

He'd also be honourary taste tester after Hunter but he would say everything they make is the best thing ever

Also his interest in fishing in one of the episodes makes me feel like he'd help Hunter come up with a line of savoury items using the fish that he catches

Hunter

Hunter would be amazing at developing/adjusting recipes

His super senses would be perfect for picking up on the subtle flavours and figuring out new ways to combine them

He could probably figure out what went wrong in a batch of cookies just by smelling them

He would enjoy going on adventures across Pabu to use his enhanced senses to track down plants and things that could be used as ingredients

Tech

Tech would handle finances (if Pabu uses a monetary system) and/or logistics for the various ingredients they would need

I just know he would have an algorithm set up that would predict how much of each ingredient they would need

I think he would also maintain any machines the bakery has as he loves tinkering with things

I don't think he would have a customer facing role all the time but he would definitely be available to infodump about the origins of various origins of ingredients and the processes of making the different items they have in stock

Crosshair

Crosshair took a bit longer to figure out than the others but I think he would be chief decorator

He has an extremely keen eye so would be able to get the details just right on any cakes/decorated cookies

I think he'd also enjoy going out with Hunter to track down new plants that could be used as ingredients

I think he would also enjoy fishing with Wrecker, both sniping and fishing require great deals of patience so he would be great at it, he could also maybe exchange his sniper rifle for a speargun to hunt different kinds of fish

Echo

Echo I think would run the front of house, so being in charge of the sales/bartering

I get the impression that the rest of the batch don't have much experience with talking to people outside of their group or superiors so Echo would be the best at talking to customers and helping them with their needs

He'd create a little signal system with Omega to communicate to each other when they think a customer needs their different style of help

Though I do think Tech and Echo would create different attachments for Echo's prosthetic that would allow him to be a beast in the kitchen alongside Wrecker, especially for bakes that have more precise methods

He'd obviously also work with Tech on building and repairing the bakery's machinery

Omega

Omega is absolutely the face of the operation

She would hang out in the shopfront and would help people decide what they wanted to buy/barter for (she's very convincing)

Omega would love to go out on ingredient gathering "missions" with Crosshair and Hunter but would also gather flowers that aren't usable in baking in order to decorate the bakery

I think there would be a specific kind of cookie that is exclusively decorated by Omega and they sell very well because everyone loves her little icing doodles

Also I am obsessed with @cloneenthusiast's drawings of the batch with Tookas so I feel like they'd have adopted a couple (Hunter and Crosshair weren't convinced at first but then Wrecker and Omega found a mum with a group of kittens and no one can resist their combined puppydog eyes) and now they just laze around in the bakery and occasionally lure people in by looking cute

I just love the idea of the batch being created essentially as specialised weapons for a war they didn't have a choice in joining and instead finding ways to use their specialised skills to do something creative and non-violent.

If this post happens to inspire anyone to create anything please feel free to use these ideas (though I would love to be shown anything that y'all make so I can shower it with love)

[starstwinkleplanetsshine]

Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Fourteen: Happy Birthday to Me (And Percy)

(Read on AO3 here)

Two days after the reunion, it was Percy and I’s birthday. He said he never advertised the date much, since it fell right after Camp and he didn’t have many mortal friends, but he said mom had planned a small party to celebrate. As far as I was concerned, that sounded perfect. My adopted mom would be flying into the city in a few days, and Sally was making a blue, two-tiered cake with blue frosting. I was the happiest girl alive. 

Chiron had manipulated the mist enough so that Paul would think I had always been around, so he would never remember a time when Percy didn’t have a twin sister. He was a nice guy, and treated me kindly, so I approved of him right away. I also got to meet Tyson, our half-brother Cyclops, so that was extra-special. When he found out that I was his sister, he lifted me up in the air and spun me around, nearly crushing me with his excitement. 

“Now I have brother and sister?! This is the best day!” Percy laughed at the scene, and I couldn’t help but join in. 

I walked into the kitchen to move the cakes (mom had baked extra for Tyson) to the living room table only to see Paul and Percy in the middle of what seemed to be a serious conversation. 

“Oh, sorry, I was just coming for the cakes.” 

Paul was startled for a second, then relaxed when he saw it was me. “No no, stay! I was just about to ask Percy something important, and you should be here, too.” He shuffled where he stood and wrung his hands, like he was nervous, before taking a deep breath. “Your mom,” he said, looking between Percy and I, “I’m thinking about proposing to her.” 

Percy almost dropped his cup. 

“You mean…marrying her? You and her?” 

“Well that was the general idea. Would that be okay with you?” I realized he was asking me and Percy, of course he was, but a part of me felt that wasn't my place. I looked to my brother. 

“You’re asking my permission?” I almost rolled my eyes at him. 

Paul scratched his beard. “I don’t know if it's permission, so much, but she’s your mother. And I know you’re going through a lot. I wouldn't feel right if I didn’t talk to you about it first.” 

Percy was silent for a minute, and then he smiled. “I think that’s a great idea, Paul. Go for it.” 

Paul looked at me, and I nodded in agreement. “What Percy said.” 

He smiled really wide then. “Cheers, Percy, Angie. Let’s join the party.” 

We were just getting ready to blow out the candles when the doorbell rang.

My mom frowned. “Who could that be?” 

I looked at Percy, but he just shrugged. Mom opened the door and gasped. Standing in the door was a man I’d never seen before wearing Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and Birkenstocks. His black beard was neatly trimmed and his sea-green eyes twinkled, eyes that looked exactly like Percy’s. And mine. He wore a battered cap decorated with fishing lures. It said NEPTUNE’S LUCKY FISHING HAT, which was a dead give-away. I sat there frozen, not sure what to do. 

“Pos—” My mother stopped herself. She was blushing right to the roots of her hair. “Um, hello.”

“Hello, Sally,” Poseidon said. “You look as beautiful as ever. May I come in?”

My mother made a squeaking sound that might’ve been either a “Yes” or “Help.” Poseidon took it as a yes and came in.

Paul was looking back and forth between all of us, trying to read our expressions. Finally he stepped forward. “Hi, I’m Paul Blofis.”

Poseidon raised his eyebrows as they shook hands. “Blowfish, did you say?” Under other circumstances, I might've laughed. But then, I felt like I was about to black out. Paul and Poseidon exchanged a few more words, but I couldn't hear them. My brain was racing a million miles a minute—I was about to talk to my dad, the god of the sea, for the first time. I felt at a total disadvantage, knowing Percy had seen him at least a few times before. I wondered if he was this nervous the first time they met, too. 

“Well!” My mom interrupted. “Um, we’re so glad you could drop by. Paul, this is Percy and Angie’s father.”

“Ah.” Paul nodded, though he didn’t look real pleased. “I see.” 

Poseidon smiled at Percy. “There you are, my boy. And Tyson, hello, son!”

“Daddy!” Tyson bounded across the room and gave Poseidon a big hug, which almost knocked off his fishing hat. He hadn’t even looked my way yet. My hands started shaking, and I was a little jealous of how free Tyson felt around him. 

“I couldn’t miss Percy’s fifteenth birthday,” Poseidon said. “Why, if this were Sparta, Percy would be a man today!”

“That’s true,” Paul said. “I used to teach ancient history.” 

Poseidon’s eyes twinkled. “That’s me. Ancient history.” He then turned his gaze to me, and when his green eyes met mine, I felt like I was going to melt. “And there was someone very special I had to meet.” He smiled kindly at me, and took a few steps forward. “Sally, Paul, Tyson, Angie…would you mind if I borrowed Percy for a moment?” He put his arm around Percy and steered him into the kitchen, and I stood there with tears in my eyes. 

Sally was by my side in an instant, rubbing my back lightly. “Just give them a minute, sweetie. I’m sure your father wants to have his own time with you.” I could see Paul making a point to not look at the scene I was causing, and I could only imagine what he was thinking at the time. 

All three of Poseidon's children were here. One of them nearly knocked him over with a hug, one was spending one-on-one time with him in the kitchen, and the other was in the living room, crying. 

The party took a turn really fast. 

Seeing my father for the first time brought old emotions back to the surface. 

I had spent years feeling the sting of my father’s abandonment. It always hurt worse than my birth mother’s, because at least I still had someone to call mom. And then I learned the truth, and I got to camp, and I realized I never really had been abandoned by my mom. 

The same couldn’t be said for my father. 

Months, years, of resentment started bubbling inside me and I felt hot jealousy rise in my chest at the way Percy’s eyes lit up when he saw him. 

After about ten minutes, Percy walked out of the kitchen, and I couldn’t tell how he felt. He seemed happier, but also like he had a new weight on his shoulders, and he was holding something white in his hand. He walked straight to me. 

“Dad wants to see you.” 

My mouth went dry as the desert. “Okay.” I got out, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. 

Percy smiled at me and patted my shoulder. “You’ll be alright, I think he’s nervous, too.” Then he shot a quick Look to Paul and leaned in closer. “When it comes to gods, he’s one of the chill ones.” 

That made me feel a little better, but my hands were still shaking as I walked into the kitchen. 

Poseidon was sitting at the kitchen counter, but he stood up as soon as I walked in. Percy had been right—he did seem nervous. 

“Andromeda, I mean, Angie. You don’t know how happy I am to finally meet you.” His eyes sparkled kindly, and I felt a thousand emotions at once. 

“Umm, hi.” I didn’t know any other words. 

“I know you must have a lot of questions. Come, sit.” He sat back down and motioned to the stool across from him. I sat down numbly. 

“I don’t have much time, and I’m sorry for that.” He continued. “I wish I could spend the whole night with you, and that still wouldn’t be enough to make up for the time, I know. But there are battles raging below with the old sea gods, and I must defend my palace.” 

You know, super normal things to hear from your dad. 

I nodded. 

“I was so happy that you finally made it to camp, I had been eagerly waiting for that day.” 

“Why did you abandon me?” The words tumbled out of my mouth, my confused tears turning to anger. All those years alone and confused while Percy got to train and find purpose at camp—some nights it ate me alive. 

My dad sighed. “It was not an easy decision, my daughter.” I got defensive hearing him call me that—what right did he have to use that word? “I didn’t want to split you up at all, but I knew it was the only way to keep you both safe. I knew you would be protected by my sister, Hestia, and she far exceeded my expectations.” 

I looked down, suddenly embarrassed by my outburst. 

“But ultimately,” Poseidon continued, “I knew you would fare better on your own. Don't tell your brother I said this, but he needed his mother in a way that you didn't. Knowing the trials you both would face,” his face darkened, and I wondered what he knew, “I knew it would be harsh, but in the end, you didn’t need anyone but yourself.”

I let his words wash over me, mixing with the realities I had told myself for so long that were coming crashing down. He had chosen to send me away, but because he knew I was strong. He did choose Percy over me, but because it was preparing me for something greater? 

My head felt like it was spinning. 

“But I don't want you to think you were ever alone,” He continued, “I was always watching.” His eyes were genuine and kind, and mine were filled with tears. “Every science fair project, swim meet, and dance recital—which, by the way, you should've gotten that solo in sixth grade, not Mckenna Bree—I was there. Always keeping an eye on my little girl.” 

The tears were falling down my face now, and I wasn’t trying to stop them. His words didn’t take away all the pain growing up so lonely caused, but it definitely healed some of the wounds. Just knowing he knew I was there was more than I ever thought I would get. 

He reached out his hand like he wanted to wipe my tears away, and then faltered. I didn’t know what I would have done if he did. 

“One more thing before I forget.” He said as he pulled something out of his pocket. I looked down in his hand and had to try not to frown. Sitting there was a puka shell necklace, like they wore in the 90s. 

“Oh, wow…thanks.” 

Poseidon laughed lightly. “Things are often more than they seem.” His eyes were gleaming. “May I?” I turned around and let him clip it around my neck. It was tighter than my camp necklace, which now had one bead painted with a small labyrinth on it. “Percy has his special weapon, Riptide, I believe he calls it, so I thought my daughter needed something equally special, all of her own.” I furrowed my brow at him, confused. I trailed my finger along the shells, and Poseidon smiled. “You’ve got the idea. Now pull.” 

I looked at him like he was crazy. 

“Pull?” 

He nodded, and I figured why not. I ripped at the necklace, careful to avoid the leather rope of my other one, expecting for the shells to fly all over the kitchen floor. But they didn’t. And when I looked in my hand, I wasn’t holding the necklace. 

I was holding a beautiful, perfectly balanced, gleaming celestial bronze sword with a small trident inlaid on the hilt right above the blade. 

“Whoa!” I turned it over in my hands, not believing what just happened. “This is amazing!” 

My father was smiling widely. “Now you’ll never be without a way to defend yourself. But that’s not all.” 

My eyes got wider with excitement. 

“There’s more?” 

He nodded. “To return the weapon back to its resting form, simply say ‘nostos’” 

“Nostos.” I repeated, and in moments I was wearing a necklace again, perfectly undamaged. “Returning.” I said, not knowing how I knew the translation. 

Poseidon nodded, pleased. “To remind you that you always have a home to return to. What belongs to the sea can always return to the sea.” 

Then I did something I never thought I would ever do—I hugged my dad. 

He seemed surprised at first, but then he let his arms close around me and he gave me a squeeze. He smelled like the freshest ocean breeze, and a warmth spread through me. At that moment, he wasn’t the god of the oceans, he was just my dad. And maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the worst father out there. 

“I said there’s more!” He said with a laugh. “This time, tap the necklace twice and then pull.” I did as he said, and instead of a sword, a five-foot trident appeared in my hands, also gleaming celestial bronze and decorated with sparkling pearls, seashells, and seaglass. My mouth fell open. 

“A daughter of the sea deserves a weapon worthy of the title.” Poseidon was beaming even wider than before, and I could hardly form words. It was the most beautiful weapon I had ever seen, and I felt power surge through my fingertips. 

“I don’t even know how to use a trident…” 

“Chiron will train you, don’t worry about that. Plus,” he got a glint in his eye, “something tells me it’ll come naturally to you.” 

“Thank you,” I couldn't think of any words to express how happy I felt. “This is the best gift ever!” 

Poseidon's smile fell slightly. “I know it doesn’t make up for all the years, but I hope it’s acceptable as a token of my care for you.” He smiled sadly and cupped my face in his hands. To my surprise, I let him. “My love for you.” 

He was right, but at least he was trying. The trident in my hand was proof of that. 

“Thanks, Dad.” His eyes seemed to glow brighter hearing me call him that, and a part of me started to believe he actually did mean what he said. 

“Well, I should go.” He shifted, and if a god could look nervous, he did. “I’ve been away too long already. But it was worth it to finally meet you.” He put a hand on my shoulder, and I swear I’d never felt stronger in my life. “Tell Percy goodbye for me.” He started to turn, and then faltered before turning back to me. “Hold fast, Angie. Your time will come, and I’ll be with you when it does. So will your brother. Until then, enjoy your birthday cake.” 

And just like that he turned to mist and was swept out the window on a warm ocean breeze. 

[leggerefiore]

Ooh! Another idea for MerMay, this time much cuter and more wholesome: Bioluminescence.

Again, I can easily see the purpose of bioluminescence varying depending on character and species. A way to dazzle and stun a mate, a mechanism to ward away any threats, or maybe just a useful ability for sticky situations.

My favorite use it when it’s used to convey happiness and love.

Imagine being with your favorite hybrid and it’s pure heaven. Maybe you say or do something that just has them reeling, or it’s just that there’s a sense of bliss they so desperately needed. Either way, they smile at you and suddenly their body is softly glowing with a light that shines and dims in time with their beating heart. Spots and specks decorate their body like freckles, though it looks more like a galaxy has been mapped along their entire body. You literally light up their life.

Aww….

Eelektross Emmet is one glowy boy. It has many, many uses for him. When in deeper waters hunting, he often flashes his bright yellow colours to blind and make it easier to attack prey, but he also uses it to express himself.

Such as when you brought him a pool toy, and he chased it around the waters excitedly. When he finally caught it, his yellow spots were lit up beautifully in the evening light. He also tends to light up when he's excited to see you. He's just constantly glowing for one reason or another.

For Milotic Volo, his is extremely rare. Few if any have managed to spy a Milotic's luminescence. It is used to ward away prey in deeper parts of the water or lure in a mate in a display of beauty. (Or guide a few lost Feebas back to a safer area, but Volo certainly isn't going out of his way to help lost hatchlings.) His golden tail takes to an almost impossible glow, with the accented magenta areas lit up brightly. His long, pink antennae also join the light show, making him a fierce some sight in the deep for someone looking for a quick meal.

As for you, he never admits he does it, but you have watched him light up brightly with a beautiful shade of magenta quite often. He seemingly unconsciously glows around you, further evidence of him viewing you as hid mate. The sight is always gorgeous as he swims off from the dark waters at night, with his bright colours illuminating the otherwise murky depths.

(He probably uses the enteral beauty of it all to help his siren activities.)

Incomplete Eelektross Ingo accidentally glows and then freaks out trying to hide it. He isn't playing human very well when he suddenly has an electric yellow glowing from the spattered Eelektross flesh across his body. It's almost always because he got too happy. If you just pop in at a moment he's feeling particularly lonely, he's glowing in a dark corner of the station with a flustered expression.

Pretty much all the Depot Agents already know of their fish boss.

[firapolemos05]

I can't forget, I won't forgive this sea

Written for Whumpmas in July

Day 18: Ache

CW: heartache, grief, mentioned character death, failed execution, death of a lover, whumpee accused of a crime they didn’t commit, left for dead, improvised wound treatment, emotional numbness, sea monster

How my triton boy, Jökull, became a warlock.

Taglist: @emmettnet

A wild blast of this new, unfamiliar magic finally managed to frighten away the shark that came too close.

Jökull doesn't know what to feel.

He watches the predator disappear into the sunless depths of the waters beyond the shelf where he landed. Its fins fade into the void.

Perhaps he should cover up his wounds. The scent of blood will only attract more hungry dwellers.

He instinctively reaches for his pack, his hand meeting empty water before he realizes - right, he doesn't have it with him anymore.

They tossed him out with nothing but the clothes on his back and rope fastened to his wrists and ankles. He wasn't going to need anything else where he was expecting to be going.

What good was first aid to a dead man?

'You were lying to us this whole time. You just wanted his share of the loot!'

'That's not true!'

'I can't believe you'd do something so despicable. I thought you loved him.'

'I did! IT WASN'T ME!'

Except Jökull didn't die.

He awakened on the sand bed still tied to that barrel full of stones, his arms and shoulders still a bloody mess where the barnacles had shredded him.

While he may not be able to drown, he should’ve been a shark's tasty free dinner by now. But nothing, not even a crab, had taken any bite of him.

Their last dinner together had been crabs. Sitting up in the crow's nest talking under the starry night.

He shook away the memory.

There were no bandages to be found in the ocean. So unless he wanted to rip apart his clothing, it was time to look for some kelp.

He looked down at the fabric adorning him, decorated with all the tears, scuffs, and stains of the sailing life.

He's a creature of the ocean. He doesn't need clothing.

After a couple hours of swimming, Jökull finally came across a cluster of kelp stalks. The waters were shallower here, beams of sunlight raining down from the surface.

Sun.

He must be close to land. Some island perhaps.

Sun is gone.

The first few decent looking leaves were torn. He ignored the sting as he layered them onto his skin.

Sunvar is dead. They think he killed him.

Burning tears pricked at his eyes. He squeezed them shut. A broken sob clawed its way up his throat. He clenched his jaw closed.

The sun beams danced across the sand and Jökull refused to watch. So he didn't look at anything. He sat in the shade of the kelp, knees tucked against his chest, face buried in his arms, and did not watch.

The water was quiet. Calm. Caressed his trembling form in a cool embrace. It should've felt like home. The sea was his home.

The sea had taken his light, his love, his heart.

Something nudges his arm, and when Jökull lifts his head his neck is sore and there aren't any more sunbeams. It would hurt, feel like the awful memory slapping him in the face, but his thoughts and attention are stolen by a bright red glow piercing through the darkness.

Oh.

So it wasn't a hallucination.

The creature had been real. And it was currently hovering next to him staring with eyes bigger than his head.

It was easily big enough to prey on the sharks in this region. Dark blue scales covered its long, eel-like body. A dorsal crest ran the length of its back, nearly reaching the tail fins. Given the bioluminescent red spots below its eyes, and a shining white globule (that suddenly lit up in his face) attached to its head like a fishing lure, it no doubt originated from the abyssal plains of the deep ocean.

Yet it followed him here.

To shallow, sunlit water.

And does not seem to 1. be facing any negative effects of changes in water pressure, and 2. have any intention of devouring him despite the very full mouth of teeth. Teeth that made his capt- former captain's infamous sabers look like butter knives.

Jökull doesn't know what to feel.

The magic powers had been one thing.

"So are you the reason I ain't dead right now?"

He half expected it to talk back; at least then he'd have confirmation that he was losing his mind. But no, it didn't respond in any form of speech. It merely nudged his arm again before coiling its body around his. Gentle. Comforting even. As if he was a clutch of its - her? - eggs in a nest.

It was probably as close to a 'yes' as he was going to get.

Jökull decided the questions could wait for later.

[tayne-dot-exe]

Im not on tikok and all that so I dont thiiiink im as bad as those kids who are doing all the -core aesthetic hyperboost niches and trends, but I LOVE to distill all of the things that visually appeal to me so I can maximize them.

I love patterns with a lot of warm natural tones when im at the thrift store so im trying to create some stripe patterns that use the full range of what I consider natural tones, that in going to make a shirt with but I want it to also work as wallpaper. For representational prints I am less interested in stylization but I have many Critters I like and I love like "guide" type posters so I'm collecting pics of animals and plants based on some adaptation and locomotion lists I've been making for years and Im going to have this printed as fabric for the front half of the natural tone pattern shirt, and reuse the images to print for the wall maybe too.

Maybe the biggest category of my aesthetic (since animals are more of an interest I want to express than an aesthetic) is scifi and retro tech, and I think I could get all the elements I see and hit reblog into an animation of a crt monitor going from windows 2000, to flowerbox screensaver, to green wireframe, to hacker text, to motherboards and computer gore. Maybe I can get more random 3d object internet graphics in there. I have an all neon green on black outfit for anything edm and a windows crt cosplay suit for this vibe but I dont think I really need to convey this in clothing its more of an Image collecting aesthetic.

Kind of related to nature but Not theres 3 different "aquatic" aesthetics I like; fishing outdoorsman, tacky beach house decor, and fantasy mermaid. But I would want to convey these also without being redundant to creatures represented in the first thing, so no fish mounts or shells. So for the kinda kabit man I would want a jackalope and a singing bass, maybe a lure collection? And beach house does have some highly specific colors associated with it, and for decor theres still a lot of boating equipment you could do instead of shells. Mermaid kinda has colors associated with it but thats tricky.. but I'm gonna try to do a cute crop top in teal with delicate beading and patterns that evoke waves and scales....

I have pinterest boards for all these things I can really narrow down and probably get exactly right for decor and clothes but besides the nature stuff the other thing I always have been figuring out how to visually convey is my sense of humor like maybe I could still be a funny t shirt guy but when I see a funny shirt I'm like hmm actually a shirt could have anything so what would I have... But scrolling through my more "curated" blog and knowing I already "covered" the old web and computer stuff I decided the other major types of things I feel go there are messed up food (always been my go to), convoluted engineering, out of context diagrams, and branded products that make no sense.

Anyway I am so in here and I said im better than the everything -core crowd but actually I wanna hear if anyone has this stuff pieced out for themselves like this, I love a curated taste

[prompt-prose]

(I realize now I missed the words “pawn shop” in the prompt, but I already wrote this so 🤷‍♀️)

I thought nothing of it that day on the docks.

It was a sunny day, but mild. The breeze blew in off the water, and I played a game of seeing how long I could stand in the shadows before I felt chilly, then jumping to the patches of sunlight to warm back up.

I was 10, following my mother as she ran her errands for the day. My mother walked along, stopping at various stalls and purchasing various fish and crustaceans for our next week’s worth of meals. At the end of the fish market, further from the water, some other merchants had set up stalls as well. Jewelry, driftwood art, and one man selling rugs. Usually, my mother and I walk right past them, but this time, I guess, mom found one of the rugs intriguing. One that the merchant claimed was seal skin.

She spent some time asking questions about it, and haggling for the price, and I spent some time crouched down watching ants march along the stones of the street. Eventually, she was satisfied and the merchant agreed to deliver the rug to our home later that day, and mom pulled me along on the rest of our errands.

When the rug arrived, she laid it out in the “drawing room”, my siblings and father paid her some compliments on her decorative eye, and we didn’t think more of it.

Until the ladies showed up. One lady in particular. A group of them would gather on the beach each day, when the market opened, and they would wander around the beach and docks like they were looking for something, and then most of them would disappear, but one of them would sit on the rocks and cry until the market closed and a man came to collect her and take her home.

Everyone wondered why his wife was so miserable, who those other ladies were, and why he didn’t help her look, but no one said anything to either of them.

This carried on for a couple of weeks.

Then, my teacher started reading us a new book of fairy tales.

It wasn’t the same stories we’d heard before. Poisoned apples, glass slippers, golden thread, mermaids turning to sea foam, or towers hidden in forests. It was about creatures. Magical beings. Some who lived in bodies of water, shaped like horses, who would offer you a ride on their back but then drown you. Some who would fly about in the dark of the night and tie knots into your hair, or some who might steal you away in the night and replace you with a chunk of wood. The stories of these nightmarish, fantastical creatures continued, and I sat listening to each one, enraptured. Creatures who fought in huge battles and celebrated victory by dipping their hats in pools of blood. Creatures you couldn’t even see who could mimic anyone’s voice and lure you into the woods.

Creatures who could wear the skin of a seal, but take it off and walk around as beautiful ladies. Called Selkies.

The next day, I claimed to be ailing with a stomach ache and nausea that would not cease, so my mother had to let me stay home from school. I was to stay in bed all day, but when I heard her leave for errands, I snuck out my window and ran to the beach.

I found the lady sitting alone and crying again, it looked like her friends had left early this time. I walked over to her slowly, carefully.

“Is that the man who takes you away at the end of the day?” I ask her, as I’m pointing to the rug salesman. She startles and looks up at me, and she is gorgeous. Perhaps the prettiest woman I have ever seen. And there is a deep heartbreak in her eyes, a pain that almost scares me. She follows my finger, and I don’t need her to answer. I can tell by the way her face shifts. “He sold my mother a rug a few weeks ago.” She looks back at me, confused now. “He said it was seal skin.���

She reaches out and grasp my shoulders so quickly, I don’t have time to blink, and she pulls me in close to her face. She is still beautiful up close, but right now she might be the most terrifying thing to ever happen to me.

“I know it’s yours!” I blurt out, and watch shock cross her face, then continue. “You can come get it, if you want. I don’t know if I can carry it, but I can show you to my house and you can take it.”

She looks behind me, at the merchant, to make sure he is not watching, and she nods. I take her hand and slowly, carefully, pull her away from the market and the merchants, and through the streets to my home. I open the door and peek my head in first. I don’t see the maid, and I know mom shouldn’t be home yet, so the coast is clear, and I open the door further and lead the lady through the house to the room mom laid the rug in. As soon as she sees it, she gasps and throws herself to the floor, luxuriating in the feel of her second skin. As she stands, and starts to lift the skin from the floor, we hear him.

“I thought selling it might make it harder for you to find.” We turn and see the merchant standing there, in the doorway, and suddenly he is the most terrifying thing to ever happen to me. “You belong to me. You can’t leave.” He stalks further into the room, closer to her. He holds his hand out, glaring at her. “Hand it to me. This time, I’ll hide it where you’ll never find it.”

She stares at him, and seems to shrink, obviously terrified. That is all it takes for me to set my own terror aside. I reach behind me, and grab one of the pokers by the fireplace, moving slowly as to not draw his attention. Then, I heft it above my head and bring it down on his arm with a *crack*. He screams, and I grab her hand and run. Pulling her, and the sealskin she clutches in her other hand with me. When we make it out the door, I whip around and slam the doors behind me, locking them before I reach for her again and we run. We make it to the beach quickly, and I shove her ahead of me, towards the water.

“Go!” She only takes the time to spare me a smile, then she disappears into the water. I see a seal come out of the water, and swim over to join more who were sunning on the rocks. They all dive into the water. As they swim away, I swear one turns back to me.

I head back to my house, and find a police officer on the way, to tell him about the man who broke into my house. He follows me home, and we find the merchant where we had left him. Charges for breaking and entering are made, he’s carted away, and the officer waits with me until my mother returns.

She never knew what happened to her rug. The police believe that he had an accomplice who got the rug and ran before he was trapped. Several eye witnesses reported seeing a woman running through town carrying the rug. But no one knows where she went.

Years pass, and eventually the story dies.

I almost convince myself I had made it up.

Then, one day, when I’m 16, I’m sitting on the beach. Mother is in a bad mood, and I prefer sitting here to sitting at home and listening to her yell.

Suddenly, two seals pull themselves onto a rock near me. I smile at them, then startle when they both change form. Becoming two beautiful women, each holding their seal skin. I recognize one as the woman I had helped. The other seems to be about my age. They both smile at me.

The woman I had helped informs me this is her daughter, who she had been separated from years ago when the merchant had stolen her skin. She thanks me again for helping her, says she’s never forgotten my kindness, and wants to offer me a reward.

“You don’t need to offer me anything. I was happy to help you.”

She shakes her head, and tells me she knows she does not need to, but she wants to. She holds out a sealskin. Not hers, it’s different than the one my family had in our home. I quickly look to her daughter, but she smiles and holds up her own sealskin. I look back to the sealskin in front of me in confusion.

“This is an extra? You both have yours. Why are you giving this to me?”

She smiles, but it’s her daughter who answers with a story of how young women can become a selkie if they wear a sealskin and walk into the ocean.

“You are offering for me to become a selkie?”

They both nod. I reach out, and gingerly take the sealskin. They watch me for a moment, then slip back into their skins and into the water. I see them stop swimming a ways from the shore, and turn back to watch me.

I look behind me, to the only life I’ve ever known, but never really fit into. I look ahead, to the new possibilities. I slip the skin around my shoulders, and take a step forwards.

Years ago, a sailor sold a “rug” to your family’s pawn shop. It turns out to be a selkie skin! How will you return it to its original owner as a poor teenager in the South Pacific?

[girlcraft2003]

Hi this is Serena and she's a sassy, materialistic, bitch but I love her. She's based on sirens and can hypnotize ppl. More notes abt her I made at 12am the other night under the cut

(This is literally copypasted from my notes lol. If there are any typos or it shit don't make sense blame 12:30am melatonin brain)

Name: Serena (Z-924 “The Siren”)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pan??

Pronouns: She/They/It

Inspired by sirens

Runs a shop similar to Sebastian but has a 50% chance to kill/hypnotize you while in her shop. She trades data for items

If you get hypnotized by her, your screen/sounds will appear like you are underwater and you move slower while she is nearby

She tried to convince the player to stay so she can steal their items/data

Helps Sebastian even tho they hate each other??

Experiment similar to Seb but is mixed w dolphin, beta fish, and sharks

Uses music to lure “victims”

Intentions unclear but sticks w Seb/painter bc that’s the best way to get out. Will backstab both of them in a heartbeat

Personality: kinda like a mean girl? She’s manipulative but can put on a very sweet/innocent act. Almost like a “damsel in distress”. Not afraid to kill whoever she needs to in order to reach her goals. Truly a queen in her own way. Also materialistic and protective of what’s “hers”. Not afraid to cut a bitch

Backstory: A criminal for hire and a singer at clubs. Arrested for murder (very much guilty. She proudly admitted she killed those bitches). She was seen as a “redo” to Sebastian as she was “calmer” and “more cooperative” (they also wanted to make mermaids REAL!!!!) She was not. She was in a stasis chamber during the Hadal Blacksite lockdown and woke up around the time they started sending Ex-P’s. Rest is kinda history

Appearance: long, flowy hair that matches her tail/fins. Looks almost like a mermaid. More graceful than Sebastian and has webbed hands? More decorated (she stole jewelry from ex-ps that died near her) than most monsters and wears looser clothing that hangs off her. Sharp teeth

Goals: Escape but also get money get bitches

[thisgirltrend]

Becoming this girl

Basically everyone and their mother got tiktok installed in their devices the last few years; like a phoenix rising from its ashes, the former musically app swooped in during the pandemic and dug its claws deep into society's flesh. Now, it has evolved into more than a social network for funny videos.

With my background in social communications I understand how the media manipulates our lives, and live it perhaps more deeply through the lense of cultural colonization as United States continues to put out their overconsuming culture to the infamous third world countries me and my friends are from or live in.

Tiktok has had a massive deal in this silent invasion, that has gone steps beyond my worst nightmares as someone who fears being influenced and losing the personality they worked so hard to develop. Now, you are not only being subtly told that rich people wear X brand, so if you don't want to look poor you should definitely buy it too...

Now you are being told that, in pos of "tailoring life to our very unique selves", we should fit ourselves in one of the dozens of boxes for the thousands of categories. Do you know your kibbe body type? Are you fox pretty or deer pretty? Have you scheduled your color type appointment? Do you have more light or dark femenine energy? Have you checked out the filter to know if you have high or low visual weight? Are you doing your eyeliner correctly if you don't know what eye type you have? Do you follow the clean girl aesthetic?

In the spirit of self-care and improvement, hundreds of influences becon us towards the products their sponsors put in front of their cameras, like the shiny lures of angler fish, eagerly opening their toothy maws to devour our money or self-esteem, or both in a best case scenario.

Being aware of this is just as or even more harrowing than not; every step I take I have to wonder if I'm doing this because it is truly what I want and what is best for me, or if I'm doing it because I have been conned into it. Do I really want to start pilates? Or do that facemask? Or decorate everything with nude colours? Or but matching workour sets? Or get my nails done?

Is it good for me? Or am I worried that society will leave me behind if I don't do it?

Am I less of a feminist if I want to look pretty?

Am I betraying my art for not dedicating my life to it?

Do I know who I am and what I feel without all those carefully curated slideshows to indie music, or snappy montages that show me the life I should be aming for?

I don't know... but I want to become a person who does.

I will never be her, and I don't wnat to be her.

I want to be me.

[waltnut]

Hey!! Do you have any more lore ideas of the demon bros in their level 3/4 states? Your last post was really interesting!! :)

I do have some that’s kinda dark? Maybe even kind of NSFW-ish? I’m not sure how you’d categorize it but here it is anyway.

I’ve had this idea of when the “heat season” comes around and what is needed to be done to protect MC. This is in no way what I think happens EVERY TIME heat season comes around just an idea that I had in my head for a concept. I’ve read many wonderful Headcanons for the heat seasons for the brothers and they are all way more thought out than this lol.

The idea is that for MC’s protection, it has been tasked to keep the brothers locked up in their room or a specific location until the heat has passed. The scenario is that this is the first time MC has been there for it and Barbatos is explaining to them and showing them what is needed to be done. There are seals in every room to keep them from breaking out, for example. The seals are made for that specific demon and do not affect MC or other demons. Most of them are in Level 4 during this time but will phase into Level 3 to try to manipulate MC into letting their guard down. Each demon is given something to keep the desire at bay. If they stop receiving these things they will go into a rage.

Assume they are in Level 4 unless stated. This is specifically the brothers...Read more below.

Lucifer - Locked in his room

Mc is not allowed even on the same floor as Lucifer during this time. It is said his power and influence can affect a large radius and should you get too close, you will feel unconsciously drawn to him or where he is.

There is a seal on his door to keep him in.

You will hear nothing behind his door, it is as if no one is home.

He stalks around in his room in Level 4, with all his lights off. Ashamed of himself and his lack of control.

If he knows MC is close, or if he can no longer resist, he is able to project illusions of this form throughout the house to Lure MC or scare MC into heading closer to him. You would see these out of the corner of your eye, or red eyes in the shadows of a silhouette of a giant goat man.

Should MC enter his room, the seal does not react to humans and opening the door does not break the seal, MC will be stuck in here until it’s over. Have fun dealing with a scary goat demon in the dark.

Music is needed to keep him calm. If no music is played he will use his illusions more to terrorize others on the outside and become violent if approaching his physical form.

Mammon - Locked away in his room, in a secret cellar type room that is accessible only through his room. It’ll

To get to him, there is a door in the back of his room, that only appears for this season, magic or something. It leads down a spiral staircase where the walls are stone and you come to a large stone room that is lit by conches and it’s filled with gold and treasure and the like. It’s a dragon’s den. And it’s separated by a wall of decorative bars keeping MC on one side and the dragon on the other.

The seal is on the bars and touching the bars would repel him. But MC can touch them and stick a hand through.

He lays on his treasure and gold objects which will stick to his leathery parts on his wings and the underside of his tail and belly.

Nests of treasures, tapestry and fancy rugs are also used as paddings for his nests. There are items from ancient times, which you could only assume he’s had for centuries and his hoard has only grown since then.

If MC enters this chamber he will transform to level 3 and offer his treasures to them. He will also pout and guilt to keep MC there with him.

Treasure is given to him every hour to keep him happy. He transforms back into level 4 in a fit and will destroy his piles of treasures out of anger and upset if they choose to leave him.

If MC chooses to stay, he will dress them in his treasures and make nests for them.

Leviathan - Sealed in his large aquarium tank. Did you think it was built for the fishes?

The only light source comes from the fish tank and TVs. You can see a giant dark mass inside the tank wrapping around everything inside. It has pulsating glowing orange orbs on its form.

There are Tv’s set up in front of the glass. A lot of them. All of them are anime. There are also a lot of plushies floating in the water. To keep him company, Barbatos would say. These objects keep him calm.

If MC approaches he will turn into Level 3 and press himself against the glass with the most sad eyes. He will use words to manipulate MC into feeling guilty for him being alone and to stay there with him and watch all the shows.

If you stay too long in this room you will hear an eerie whale type song in the back of your mind. It seems to make you dizzy and makes you want to stay with him. Maybe you just might jump in the water. Who needs to breathe anyway? He probably has a solution for that.

If MC chooses to leave he will turn back into Level 4 sea monster and wail the saddest deep sea song and slam his huge body against the glass. Hopefully it stays in tact.

Satan - Locked in his room.

A green glowing wall seal separates the door area from the rest of his room. It has a shimmering flame affect but you can see through it.

His room is trashed. Books ripped to shreds, book cases fallen over, small flecks of green flame and ash are scattered on the piles.

He remains in Level 4 even if MC is in the room. And he is not nice. He is mean. He will scream and yell and swear profanities at them, and especially Barbatos since Barbatos will not let Mc go alone. He will say down right terrible things out of anger and frustration.

If MC expresses any type of upset, it’s possible Satan might notice. If he does, he will lower his voice and approach. He will apologize and begin to try to convince Mc to stay with him and read all the books.

If he is refused he will slam on the sealed wall furiously and monstrous screaming continues. His flames in his body are strong and bright.

Books are given to him every half hour as well as audiobooks of plays from every language to keep him calm.

Asmodeus - Sealed in his room, but an altered version of reality.

His room is separated by a clear glass wall with an invisible seal. On the other side there are mirrors everywhere. It’s like a fun house with how they are not in any uniform pattern. Some are cracked and broken.

There is pillows and blankets and a giant bed where there isn’t mirrors.

The mirrors are used to keep his morale low, showing his reflection in his level 4 state causes a depression to keep him from wanting to pursue others, as he is the avatar of Lust and is the most insatiable during this season.

If MC is in the room, he will actually scream and refuse for them to see him. If MC can convince for Asmodeus to show himself, he will come close to the glass barrier and black tear lines would be streaming down his face.

He will show himself in Level 3 to them to convince MC to stay and keep him company. Something about wanting to see them from every angle with all these mirrors?

If refused he will start to break the mirrors around him. The magically repair themselves eventually.

Other demons like succubi/incubi are sent to him to keep his appetite lower. But he will always prefer MC over them.

Beelzebub - Locked in a giant meat freezer storage near the kitchen.

It’s very cold in here, and there are animal carcasses hanging from meat hooks everywhere. Even things you never seen before. It’s a large cold room with tile.

Bars separate you from the monster in the middle of the room. He sits on a pile of meat and flesh, sounds of tearing can be heard. But also the raffling of chains. The bars are not enough to hold him. There are seals on the bars and metal cuffs attached to his wrists and ankles.

Steam can be seen coming off the monster form Beelzebub.

Once MC enters, he will come launch himself towards them but the chains catch him and hold him away. Barbatos will allow MC to throw him some meat but to use a rod to stick it through, like some zoo keeper feeding a lion.

It was said they didn’t start using the chains until one time he broke out and went on a feeding spree. I won’t get into details about that.

He speaks in very few words. “Closer.” Or “Stay.” are usually what he’ll snort at MC. He stares at them, licking his lips. You don’t know if it’s lust or hunger or both.

He doesn’t put up much a fuss if MC leaves, as the food is enough to occupy him.

Food fed to him by the hundreds is needed to keep him from raging.

Belphegor - Locked back up in the attic.

There is a wall of black smoke/fog that hides the rest of the room. It has light flecks off white in them, like stars.

Red eyes stare at you from inside the fog. They disappear and reappear somewhere else.

Barbatos tells you to not touch the smoke. Do not. Ever. Touch the smoke.

Level 3 arms of Belphie can reach out from the smoke to grab you.

His voice is soft and sweet but his words are not. He tells you he is always with you when you sleep. He can see your dreams. He is in them. It’s the way he says these things that are unsettling.

He can disperse the fog enough to show himself to you. He can change the fog to look like space and galaxies to entice MC to want to stay and experience it.

He will guilt trip MC, saying they’re the reason he’s here and they owe him. They need to make it up to him. He can forgive them if they stay.

If he is refused, a wave of tiredness will wash over MC. Barbatos must always accompany them and he is able to take them away before anything happens.

Incense smoke is needed to keep him calm and sedated.

Now you may be thinking...What about Barbatos?? Isn’t he affected by the season?? To that he replies...

“Oh yes, but my constitution is much stronger than the rest.”

Then perhaps you may be wondering about Lord Diavolo. To which he replies...

“It’s best you don’t set foot in the castle. Better yet, just stay in here in the house, where it’s much safer.”

[posallys]

It was my dad. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and Birkenstocks, like he usually does. His black beard was neatly trimmed and his sea-green eyes twinkled. He wore a battered cap decorated with fishing lures. It said NEPTUNE’S LUCKY FISHING HAT. “Pos—” My mother stopped herself. She was blushing right to the roots of her hair. “Um, hello.” “Hello, Sally,” Poseidon said. “You look as beautiful as ever. May I come in?” My mother made a squeaking sound that might’ve been either a “Yes” or “Help.” Poseidon took it as a yes and came in. Paul was looking back and forth between us, trying to read our expressions. Finally he stepped forward. “Hi, I’m Paul Blofis.” Poseidon raised his eyebrows as they shook hands.

and he just shamelessly flirts with her. it's such an important scene to ME.

BUT ALSO nothing will EVER be as big of a big dick move as poseidon showing up at the Jackson's apartment literally MINUTES after paul talks to percy about proposing to sally. the most iconic thing that could've happened. he's so real for that

[blzzrdstryr]

Generous offering

Yandere!Zhongli x gn!Fatui Harbinger!reader

Wordcount:1843

CW:Yandere themes

There are several simple things one should know before dealing with the archons - be respectful and polite, speak only when you’re allowed to and most importantly - never forget that archons aren’t humans.

The first two rules are instinctive - it’s natural for humans to simper and bow before the forces far greater than them, while the latter is not; on the contrary it’s counterintuitive and unexpected. People tend to project, tend to humanize - they see kindness when there’s none and make a huge mistake of assuming that archons see things the way they see it.

Tsaritsa, for example, lacks humanity, despite holding the title of Goddess of Love. The love that she holds for you is different from love mothers and fathers give to their children, or love that young sweethearts share at night, it’s cold and impersonal and undeniably cruel.

Tsaritsa says that she loves all of you and she loves Snezhnaya, yet she lashes out a harsh and gruelling punishments at every perceived failure and rules her land with an iron fist, one would think that the cryo archon is a liar and a hypocrite, who uses pretty, flowery words to hide the atrocities she commits, but this perspective is flawed. Tsaritsa loves all of you and she loves Snezhnaya, she’s just not human enough to properly express this.

That’s why it’s a bit jarring to see the ancient lord of these lands in his mortal form - he lacks the same otherworldly terror and grandiose that every of Tsaritsa’s move and word carry, yet he also possesses the air of wisdom and elegance so refined that rare person can reach it. It’s easy to assume that he’s human.

Rex Lapis, or “Zhongli” as he calls himself now invites you to the Liuli pavillion the second day after your arrival, for tea and local cuisine as he says, and who are you to decline a God?

Liuli staff hurries and dashes around, preparing their best room for you - Fatui are known for their seemingly endless finances, no wonder they’re in haste. “Please make yourself comfortable, dear guests”, the waiter curtsies and leads you to the dining room, which happens to be richly furnished and decorated with high-quality darkwood furniture and the hand painted wall panels further accentuating the luxury of the restaurant.

One of these panels illustrate different scenes from the Liyuen mythos - a battle of mighty and wise adepti against the horde of demons, Rex Lapis aiding his people in building the Harbour and the most spectacular one - a majestic dark brown dragon with golden fur and feathers descending to the devoted worshippers, who in turn present him with their offerings and gratitude.

He orders tea and meals for both of you, as you start to converse about the plan that he is determined to bring into life - the so-called test of Liyue, and the guarantee of you obtaining his gnosis.

“And what about your colleague?”, he sips a bit of his tea, intense amber eyes piercing right through you. He looks both human and non-human in this moment, both undeniably mortal softness and frailty seen in his figure and the barely concealed divinity, the sense of awe slowly seeping into air mixing in one person.

“And what about him? Tsaritsa and you have negotiated everything beforehand, I will make sure that he plays his part properly”, he hums at your answer, lowering his gaze deep in thought. You start on your own tea.

Ah, Childe, if only he knew why exactly he’s here - a distraction and a scapegoat. You even feel bad for him - it’s truly unfair to be lied to by your own Goddess. However, it’s also not a big surprise - Childe is the loudest out of all Harbingers in all senses. Infamous for his skills and battle obsession, his name is enough to have people both shivering in fear and cursing him.

“What do you think of your archon? Was serving her of any use to you?”Rex Lapis unexpectedly asks.

You lean back in your seat, thinking what to say.

“Tsaritsa is a gentle soul, she declared war only to protect us, her subjects and I am ready to aid her in whatever undertaking she starts”.

“Will you continue to serve Tsaritsa, if her action might put you in danger, make you suffer and bring unnecessary grief?”, he leans closer to you, his human features distorting enough to reveal the ancient dragon sleeping inside. His eyes shine a cold golden glow and accurate fingernails morph into sharp, dark claws.

“Yes”, you breathe out, mesmerized and terrified by the sudden change: “Her love knows no bounds, yet she always puts the needs of the nation before anyone else. If my suffering can help Snezhnaya, then I will accept it with open arms”, he moves back at your answer, all draconic traces gone in an instance, upper corner of his lips subtly rising - whatever you said must’ve pleased him immensely.

The conversation flows back into the territory of plans to be realized, yet the cold sensation of dread still clings to you, your gut feeling yelling at you to get up and run. You remain seated to the end of your meeting, politely conversing with the God that terrifies you.

***

Days slowly grow into weeks and Childe acts just as you have expected - the Eleventh Harbinger might be smart, yet even he wouldn’t be able to see what two of you are scheming. Still, you request Ekaterine, a spy you planted in Northland bank, to keep you updated on the Tartaglia’s actions - extra caution never hurts.

You continue to meet up with geo archon, as you two discuss your next actions. Tartaglia has started cooperating with that blonde foreigner Signora has warned you about, and while this union doesn’t pose any threat to your plans, it’s always good to have a plan B, just in case something happens.

Sometimes your conversation develops into a more unexpected direction, as you find the archaic lord more chatty and tending to ramble, than any of Liyuen historians would dare to picture him as. One on such occasion he talks with you about dragons - benevolent deities who protect and bless their people in an exchange of generous offerings.

His eyes devour you, as he retells you ancient folktales and you suppress your discomfort, preferring to attribute his honestly unnerving behaviour down to his lack of humanity - he was never human in the first place.

That’s why you also prohibit yourself from viewing him as anything but God - Rex Lapis in his “Zhongli” persona is genuinely attractive, he’s well-mannered and obviously handsome and far more knowledgeable than any mortal should be. If you didn’t know of his true nature you would have fallen for him by now - it’s hard not to.

Life, how strange that wouldn’t sound, goes as usual - you get Ekaterine’s report on what Childe’s up to and if it’s something unexpected you book a Liuli pavilion room and send an invitation to the funeral parlour consultant. You only need to wait until Childe gets desperate enough and decides to use the sigils of permission to unleash the well-awaited chaos.

This routine however is soon broken by the appearance of familiar ashy-white hair in the distance. She doesn’t wear her signature mask or dress, nor are there agents at both of her sides, yet you can still clearly recognize her. Signora leaves the Wangsheng building in haste, cape with the hood concealing most of her face and figure, except the long locks of hair, peeking from inside.

What is she doing here?

You thought that Tsaritsa sent two of her servants - Tartaglia and you, him to “test” Liyue, you to oversee the former’s actions and obtain gnosis, there’s no need to send her too.

Your mind races, as you search for a logical explanation of Signora’s presence as your memory supplies the piece of first conversation you had with “Zhongli” - could it be that Tsaritsa also sent you to play a role you have no idea of?

Cryo archon is a goddess of love and her love is cruel and unforgiving, she has sacrificed countless chess pieces before, so it wouldn’t be surprising if she did that again - you are nothing but a pawn after all, one of the tools she uses to exact her will and force her vision, all of the Harbingers are.

You want to believe that you can accept and resign to whatever hardship and fate your Goddess might subject you to. You can’t.

***

Adepti and Qixing converse at the pier of the seaport, as you hurry to the Northland Bank, a slight smile playing on your lips - Childe has finally done it - he summoned an ancient god to lure out Rex Lapis, ultimately proving that Liyue can stand without him.

There are sounds of heated argument heard when you open the building’s door and then you see it - Signora and Tartaglia exchanging barely concealed insults and “Zhongli” standing nearby.

“[Harbinger]? What are you doing here?”, the ginger shifts his gaze onto you, a rare emotion of hurt and disbelief flickering in his dead fish eyes. “Of course, Tsaritsa sent you too”, he smiles, angry and disappointed. “Seems that whole world wants to make a bad guy out of me”, he stomps out of the room, leaving you with Signora and “Zhongli”

“[Harbinger]”

“Signora'', you acknowledge each other, after she trails exiting Childe with her eyes.

“I am here to take the gnosis of Rex Lapis”, she says and you nod, accepting that your Goddess lied to you too: “Tsaritsa also asked me to give you this letter”, she extends her arm, a thick envelope with the familiar seal catching your attention.

With the trembling hands you snatch it out of her hold and almost rip the envelope - for what reason did Tsaritsa send you here?

She writes that you need to stay in Liyue for an undetermined period of time to upkeep “the agreement” made between her and Rex Lapis. You read her message silently, yet when your eyes trace over these words, the sensation of “ “Zhongli’s” eyes on you becomes ten times sharper and stifling. You don’t know what to do.

The other Harbinger leaves too, taking the gnosis with her, as “Zhongli” takes a couple of steps to you, touching your shoulder in a somewhat reassuring gesture. “[First]”, he starts, tone sympathetic and soothing. You don’t fall for it.

“You had your hand in it, didn't you?”, you hiss and accuse, throwing an angry glance at him, momentarily forgetting about the first two rules of dealing with archons.

He smiles, revealing two sharp fangs, his surprisingly scaly hands snaking around yours. “Yes”, Rex Lapis admits, and looks nothing like gentle and knowledgeable “Zhongli”. How could you forget? Archons aren’t humans, humanity is just a fancy dress they don to toy with mortals. He is the dragon, not the benevolent deity that is painted on the wall panels of Liuli pavillion, but a greedy and ancient creature, hungry for gifts and gratitude.

You are his generous offering.

[detectivehannibal]

Will Graham Finding Your Collection of Plushies

Will Graham x Reader

Request: Headcanon of will graham finding out that his s/o has a collection of plushies

Warnings: None.

Will wouldn’t consider himself a collector.

Minus the fact that he picks up just about every stray dog within a ten mile radius.

Will doesn’t exactly have a knack for collecting things. 

In a more general sense, he would suppose that he likes collecting things that HE makes. 

He’s skillfully crafty, and many of his handmade things tend to end up around his house.

But those are things that he USES.

He doesn’t just stare at or use a fishing lure as decoration.

So the first time he discovered that you had a collecting habit, it threw him for a bit of a loop.

Will had been to your house plenty of times before.

He knew mostly all the ins and outs of your home.

He knew where you kept your favorite wooden spoon in the kitchen and how you kept your copies of all seven of the “Harry Potter” books in the middle of your bookshelf.

But somehow he had never made his way into your study.

He had let himself into your home, knowing that you were home and expecting him to arrive.

The house was quiet, and he couldn’t seem to find you in all of your usual places.

Until, he heard some rustling behind a door that he knew he had never entered before.

He entered your office, spotting you at your desk working away on something.

But there was something else that really caught his eye.

“[Y/N], what are those?” 

He had pointed at the dozens of shelves on your wall and the variety of plushies sitting on them. 

“Oh! My plushies!”

“Your what?”

You only laughed at his frazzled reaction, explaining to him that the plushy squishies were just a collecting hobby of yours. 

Will couldn’t help but be intrigued, walking over to the shelves and letting his eyes gaze over the rows and rows of them.

Will couldn’t seem to wrap his head around what the purpose of having them was. 

Did they add personality to the room since they varied in shapes, colors, and sizes?

Were they just supposed to take up space?

Did you play with them when you got bored?

Poor guy just didn’t get it.

“Why do you have a stuffed chicken?” He had asked about a particular one.

“That’s a duck.”

“Oh.”

You watched with amusement as he stared at each one, maybe picking one up and squeezing it to test its...plushiness.

As crazy as it made him feel, he was a bit overwhelmed at how many there were.

Some were only about the size of a grapefruit while some were so massive that he was sure he’d need both arms to pick it up.

You went on to explain to him that they were collector’s items, and that some were harder to get your hands on than others.

It wasn’t a hobby that you took super seriously. 

It was just something you liked to do if given the chance.

Just as Will was just about to make a breakthrough, you threw him another curveball.

“They all have NAMES?”

“Yeah, Will. They all have given names on their tags.”

And sure enough they did.

Well then he just HAD to know their names.

He picked up the light blue squid first.

“What’s this one’s name?”

“Stacy.”

“STACY?!”

Each time you told him their name, he’d be appalled at the chosen name.

Next, he picked up a seal.

“This one?”

“Lucille.”

“That’s terrible.”

Then he went to the giraffe.

“Let me guess. Gerald?”

“Close. Gary.”

“Oh my God.”

This went on for several minutes, before you stopped him.

“I get it, Will. You don’t approve of my collecting habit.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t approve per say, he just didn’t really get the appeal.

But he understood that there were a lot of common things that he didn’t get.

“Oh, love, it’s fine. I just...don’t get it. But if it makes you happy then it’s all good.”

You giggled at him, always entertained at how certain things flustered him.

“Well, that’s good. Because I don’t think I could part with them.”

“And I’d never ask you to.”

But he’d still find himself overly invested.

“Now what’s THIS one’s name?”

[cutiedwaekki]

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL : CANDYLAND

hey guys happy halloween 🎃

today's let me present you a tale that everyone should know but a little revisited in my own way.

I present to you the tale of hantsel and gretel except that here the siblings will be the twins will be embodied by Felix and Jisung and the wicked witch will be our dear Minho who will become a little too whipped to them both and their chubby figure

Enjoy

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- "Are you sure this is right? I feel like we've already been there!" Replied the younger twin a little worried

- "Trust me Lix, I promise you we'll be back home before nightfall! Reassured Jisung, the older of the two twins.

- "But I swear I've seen that tree before-"

- "Oh come one, all trees look the same, follow me and plus I'm getting hungry! The older boy cut off his gaze again before moving confidently in the direction he had chosen.

To put it in context, Felix and Jisung are kind of "fake" twins, both adopted by an adorable family who since they were little consider them as twins because of their close birthdays and their fusional relationship even though they don't share the same blood

Until now they have always done everything together, they complement each other like real twins, Felix was the quiet force, the sun of all and Jisung was the brutal and messy force, the one who was always forgiven for his mischief due to his round face similar to that of a quokka who always dragged his younger brother in all his mischief

Like here, to celebrate their graduation from university they decided to go to their parents' country house where they used to go every summer when they were kids. They both remembered a quiet, relaxing clearing with a river full of fish and some wild animals. So for nostalgia Jisung proposed to go there although he had only vague memories of the place and let's not talk about Felix who remembered the place but not the way to go.

So here they were, lost in this vast forest, without the phone they had left in the house, but above all, exhausted by this long walk and beginning to be hungry.

Everything seemed to turn to the worst and yet, after a certain draught, Jisung felt a smell, a strong smell of cinnamon like the cinnamon cookies still warm just out of the oven

- "Stop whining, I think we're close to a house, we can ask for directions!" Jisung exclaimed as he followed the smell, which was getting so strong that even Felix was attracted to it.

They arrived in front of a house, though surely at the time they were very hungry or I don't know but they could swear that this house was made of candy! The fence was this thing that gave off this strong cinnamon cookie smell, the house looked like it was made of butter cookies with some candy and chocolate chips stuck on as decoration. It looked very appealing but the best was still yet to come for the twins. 

As children they knew the story of two siblings who found out a house made of candy where an evil witch lured them to fatten them up and eat them, so of course even at 21 the two were quite scared and intrigued by the place.

They were not going to delay to have an answer to their question because a few seconds after the door made in small butter opened and presented a young man of about their age, not very tall, a fine face, hair with an intense purple haire color and a present musculature without speaking about the broad muscular thighs which made almost fall the jaw of Jisung.

The twins were quite impressed by the house but even more by its owner wearing a simple long black tunic and wide pants of the same color.

-"What can I do for you? What are you doing here?" asked the stranger as he approached the twins, looking intrigued.

At first none of them seemed to answer and seemed simply amazed by the beauty of this stranger while the whole smell of cookies made them almost addicted. This stranger must have understood the impact he had on them because he soon chuckled at their reaction as he crossed his arms and looked at them mockingly "So what are you doing in my property?

Finally Felix came back down to earth and swallowed before muttering a few words in a deep voice "H-Hi, we're lost at-and we wanted to know if we could just get directions and-" he was quickly cut off by the stranger who pulled them straight into his home claiming they would be better off inside.

-"It's getting late and it would be unbelivable to let you leave at this hour! Look at you, you're freezing! I bet you'll starve, don't worry I'll take care of you" said the purple haired man as he pulled them into what appeared to be the living room before making them sit on wooden chairs before almost magically a fire was lit to warm them up and the stranger returned with several types of food that he placed on the table 

- "Wow that's a lot, you don't have to do that much!" Said Jisung impresisone and at the same time touched

-"It's nothing, I have very few visitors so I might as well treat my only guests! My name is Minho by the way, how about you?" Said the young man who finally they could put a name on this pretty face.

- "Oh.. I am Jisung and here's my twin brother Felix! " Said Han before Felix raised his hand shyly to greet him while Minho seemed more and more intrigued by them.

- "I see ... and so what does such beautiful twins do around here ?" He asked with an almost charming air, making the twins blush a little more, as they were starting to get a little too hot, and it wasn't because of the fire

So Felix explained him everything, from the moment they graduated from university to now when they were lost while Jisung added some details while Minho listened to them attentively making at times expresions associated with what was happening making the twins giggle

- "So I was right you must be exhausted and starving ! Go and eat so you must have some energy after such a long day! And you look so skinny, I didn't know that in the city you were starving yourselves so much" said Minho before giggling and bringing another dish that seemed to be miraculously ready but above all very tasty and delicious

-"It's really a lot, I don't think we can finish it all" admitted Felix a little hesitantly while Jisung had already started to eat by helping himself to a generous portion of mashed potatoes with a steak

-"Take your time to eat, there's no hurry, I only have you here so someone will have to finish them!" He replied with a wink as Felix, a little hesitant at first, decided to start eating

Well.... there were no words that could describe the taste of the food, it was so sweet and addictive and almost all the food had that feeling and that little extra something that made it special

Everything was there, noodles, mashed potatoes, meat, vegetables, fries, Kimbap, etc...

Contrary to Felix's concern, they were so hungry that they finally managed to finish the WHOLE buffet, although with a bit of difficulty at the end, while Minho proudly encouraged them until there was nothing left.

-"I knew those cutie pies were hungry, that's why I made some dessert for you too! Wait for me!" Miho said enthusiastically as he left the kitchen leaving the twins alone for a moment with full bellies ready to explode

-"Tomorrow we're definitely going to roll out of here" Jisung laughed as he began to rub his belly to ease the pain while Felix chuckled as he did the same "Imagine we're like Hansel and Gretel" he said before chuckling even though this constant thought lingered in their heads with some fear.

However, as soon as Minho came back with a whole strawberry pie, cinnamon cookies and a cheesecake, they forgot everything and concentrated again on the food.

It wasn't very reasonable and pure enjoyment but seeing Minho proud of them once they finished everything was a great motivation for them. Yeah let's say the twins had fallen a bit for him in a short time.

As much as they wanted to, their stomachs had limits so even though cheesecake was Jisung's weakness, he couldn't eat more than 3 slices and it was the same with Felix who could only eat one slice of pie and a few cookies.

-"S-Sorry Minho but... we're full I feel like I'm going to explode at any moment" Jisung confided as he pulled up his pants to free his midsection and rubbed it thoroughly while Felix groaned with helplessness and pain. Seeing this made Minho feel bad and he thought he had gone too far.

- "Oh my it's okay cuties I'll help you! I have some herbal tea for that I promise you that you won't have pain after that!" He said as he left again in the kitchen before returning quickly with two cups of tea filled with this famous tea.

Whether it was Felix or Jisung, both were hesitant about it but if it would help them, why not? So they lazily took the cups and drank the contents.

Miraculously, the pain disappeared before being replaced by a warm sensation that spread throughout their bodies. Even their full bellies were gone, it was almost magical! But Felix felt quite tight in his jeans and almost swore that he had just seen Jisung having a pudge tummy!

Surely only his imagination right ?

- "Wow what's in there it's almost magic!" Jisung exclaimed as Minho giggled at his remark and ruffled his hair, making him blush and making his brother slightly jealous who made a little pout before earning a little caress on his cheek making him become a blushing mess

-"You must be tired, come I'll take you to the guest room!" He said as he helped them up and led them upstairs where he found a variety of doors before leading them into the guest room which was quite large and miraculously contained two beds although the twins didn't mind sleeping together (even if Felix could already feel his back hurting from his twin twisting in the night si yeah he was reassured to sleep in separate beds)

-"I know it's a bit rustic, but wait, I'll bring you something to change into, so you'll feel more comfortable," said Minho, before going back to get two pairs of Indian pajamas that would surely belong to him, and which luckily fit perfectly, even though they were a bit large.

- "Thank you so much for all this Minho, I don't know what we would have done without you" Jisung confided before Felix approved this which touched the purple haired man they swore they had seen blushing.

-"You're welcome, I like to help people and even more so for beauties like you" he said with a wink before wishing them a good night and closing the door of their room leaving the twins alone

-"He's definitly my type" Jisung said sudenly making Felix almost choke with his own saliva making his twin laugh "don't be surprised you like him too admit it!"

-"I admit I didn't expect it to be so sudden!" Confided the youngest before chuckling and settling into his bed and watching the ceiling

They wished each other a good night, hoping that soon a miracle would happen that would extend their stay here 

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This miracle existed and was called the rain, a severe and strong rain that made the twins have to stay a day of oluc here for their great happiness and that of Minho who once again spoiled them in terms of food with his suberb breakfast, lunch and snack and to finish the dinner equally appetizing.

During the day they were able to keep themselves busy, and decided to help with the cleaning of the house by doing some chores and getting to know Minho's three cats: Soonie, Doongie and Dori.

In short, they were able to occupy themselves during this second day and flirt without embarrassment with their host who seemed quite interested and considerate towards the twins

So at the end of that second day the twins spent a little more time here, the folding continued and the days here went on until it was almost a month that they lived at the purple haired house

A normal person would find it strange that it rained so much nonstop in such a sunny area, but Jisung and Felix just saw it as a miracle to spend time with their guardian while being well fed in a cosy almost cottage-core style living environment.

Of course, eating had a big impact on their figure, since after the second week, Felix couldn't wear his jeans anymore, while Jisung couldn't even get them past his thighs

So yeah they had gained weight, even a lot of weight. Obviously there was no scale or wire to measure but at a glance we could easily guess that they had gained between 20 and 25 kilos. 

Jisung, who used to be a muscular man and went to the gym often with his friends Chan and Changbin, had given way to his greed and was probably the one who had let himself go, his slim waist had widened while his body was forming an hourglass shape. So after a month he found himself with thighs almost as thick as Minho's, an imposing double belly that rested on his knees while big love handles sprang out of any pants he put on. Not to mention his once muscular pecs that had swollen to give way to a generous pair of moobs and thick arms whose fat didn't show through his shirt sleeves, not to mention the best for last, his cheeks that had become even plumper giving him a free ticket to be contasively caressed or even kissed by Minho 

Felix, himself was not spared either, of a rather thin nature, he looked at first like someone more in shape before just looking chubby like this he become "the soft sunshine" of Minho who affectionately pinched his cheeks that he complimented on his freckles now even more highlighted (also making him benedict extra cinnamon cookie when Jisung looked away) After a month it seemed that he was gaining weight especially around the bottom like a pear shape, giving him wide and thick thighs, a soft and fluffy ass that attracted Minho's gaze a little too often. Despite this he had also developed a slight double belly less imposing than Han's, but he had many rolls all around his belly making him tremble at every step he took.

However, despite all these changes, he was still delusional, after all they always had clothes in their size and Minho became more and more affectionate and even clingy with them, so much so that once before going to sleep he even kissed them on the lips!

It was weird, none of them was worried, Minho was definitely not threatening and then they had become quite plump for a while so if he wanted to hurt them or anything he would have done it already right ?

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- "Cuties, breakfast is ready come on then!" Minho shouted from the kitchen eager to let them taste his new pancake recipe

Meanwhile, Felix dressed in the clothes given by Minho which always seemed to suit perfectly to his figure but especially to his tastes in term of clothing. Meanwhile, Jisung seemed to be concentrating on playing with the pudgy tummy he had, almost seeming to discover now that he had gained all that weight

- "Come on Sungie , it's going to get cold!" Said the youngest eager to eat and especialy to see Minho again

- "Yeah yeah but ... don't you think we're getting a bit too fat ? I mean it doesn't bother me but bro it's a bit unexpected" replied the quokka like with a touch of insertitude before his twin came to sit next to him and rub his shoulder to reassure him "I mean, yeah we got fat, maybe it's on purpose or not but who cares if you like it and I like it right nothing can stop us ! Plus we deserve to let go ourself go a bit we are graduated now !" He said before miming an air of victory that made his brother laugh reassured by the his twin's words

-"You're right, Chan and Changbin will know how to manage to go at the gym without me, I'm tired of being the third wheel anyway" he added with a chuckle before standing up motivated to fill it out his greedy tummy "there you go! Now come on, I smelled pancakes and I just can't wait to eat them!" Felix shouted before waddling downstairs with his brother in tow, but against all odds he didn't see breakfast or Minho until the front door was open and he saw a view of the outside that he hadn't seen in a while, a large table with their meal in sight and Minhi who seemed to be waiting for them

So without hesitation they went to join him to finally see the sun shining meaning that the rain was finally over but also the end of their stay here making this breakfast even less delicious than a few minutes before

-"Ah here you are! Come and settle in, I have everything ready! Enjoy your meal!" Minho exclaimed enthusiastically as the boys sat down and ate strangely quietly, which surprised the older boy who looked at them questioningly, especially after seeing Felix with tears in his eyes which he wiped away with his thumb. "What's going on, my loves? Did something happen to you? You don't like pancakes anymore?" Minho asked worriedly.

-"N-no it's delicious as always but ... it's beautiful outside ... and that ... and that means that-" Felix couldn't continue his sentence as he exploded in tears causing Minho to hold him to control his tears while Jisung worried for his brother as well as he understood the pain too and decided to finish his sentence "And that means we'll have to leave here and . ... we've gotten used to living here... with you" the older twin confided before Minho's eyes widened and he smiled broadly before hugging the two chubby twins.

- "Oh, it's just that? But you don't have to leave! Tell your friends and family that you're staying here if you want and stay! I love to have you by my side every day, I love to see you smile, I love you , both of you. You both are so special" Minho confided which warmed the hearts of the twins who hugged him (more like crushing their fat against him) before replying at the same time "we love you too" ending in a general hug followed by Minho placing some kisses on their forehead.

Finally the day passed with joy and good mood, until 3 pm when Minho finally decided to confide to his now boyfriends his biggest secret

-"You know, after the time I spent here I think I owe you some explanation. Let's just say that the endless rain was not a coincidence, or the two separate beds or the clothes on your waist. Actually, I'm a wizard. I know it sounds crazy, but I want you to know that it's true and I don't mean you any harm, I'm a good wizard i promisd , I help people! I've loved you for real since day one and I know it's a selfish thing to do but I wanted to keep you to myself and spoil you like never one does it until I realized that you didn't belong to me and that you had a life somewhere else. But now you are here and you are always free to leave if you want!" Confided Minho who during his monologue was faced with shocked and impressed expresions of Jisung and Felix who after a few seconds got up and waddled to him to hug him tightly making him understand that it was not serious and did not change anything to the love they had for him.

-"So bascally this tea wasn't made from plants from your garden I suppose?" Teased Jisung already hard of the answer winning a blushing Minho , embarrassed in having to explain that he had involuntarily fattened them in wanting to spoil them

-"Don't listen to him he won't admit but he loves it" Felix teased before chuckling earning from his twin a pout. 

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So here we are now, Minho was still living in his house made of cookies but now with his two boyfriends that he love so much and spoil verry much, take a look at their silhouette to see it. Sometimes their family and friends came to visit them and no one came back from Minhho's house hungry. That's how it was, that was the rule.

[nozomi-lapin]

Heh. The sun is a deadly laser.

The pasture has been built and my horses have been moved there until I can build and move them into the stable. I added a small bit of decoration to my Homestead and noticed the sand nearby that I could use to make glass for my windows.

I used the new wood to make the stable. It is very...orange. Which while not bad, it's definitely something that in the future I want to use in smaller quantities. More subtle, so to speak. But it does stand out nicely compared to my Homestead and the pasture.

I lured new herd members and discovered new crop. The pumpkins weren't too far from where I was, actually. I'm surprised I didn't notice them before...

Not much to say here. Just doing some menial things as I mentally prepare to go mining again... I know it's in the name... Is now a bad time to admit to being afraid of the dark?

Oh well. It's fun anyways. But not making any new discoveries has me feeling weary, I guess. I am confident in my fighting ability against monsters on the surface, but in the caves... Not so much. At least I got a good amount of iron to work with.

Nothing major happened for a while. I added more to my herd since I found a nice black sheep. And this spare stall... There are 3 ideal horses that I would like to have at some point. Skeleton Horse. A black horse. A horse that looks Spirit from the animated movie. Ideal horses.

Mining didn't give me much, but after breeding enough cows I was able to gather some leather! I initially thought this was a saddle, but it's horse armor. I had to look up a horse guide to see what I was doing wrong when I tried to put it on my horses...

So I finally tamed my horses. Good good. And I made myself a fishing rod to start my journey to finally being able to ride a horse in minecraft.

Allow me to regale to you my tale of discovering Minecraft. The rises and the falls, literally.

Log - Day 1

Upon entering the realm, I first took a better look around the place I decided to build my little homestead. Imagine my surprise when I realized I had built right above where a space in the ground was open! Meaning I wouldn't have to start digging a mine from scratch.

I wanted to explore the area below, but I was still quite afraid of the dark. Especially without any food to keep me full and healthy. It took me three hours last time to find sheep to make a bed. I was not prepared to go into the mines.

I explored the area and found several farm animals nearby! Sheep, pigs, and chickens. I only know of one way to lure them in... Use wheat to lead sheep. I gathered seeds and made a space for a garden. As well as building a fenced area. Night fell as I finished...

(Picture in prev. taken after first time mining) Many zombies surrounded my homestead. I was safe inside, but I felt I needed to fight back at last! I faced my foe...from the safety of my front door. I lured them in and hit them right as they got close to me. Exp gained.

hen morning came (I forgot I had a bed and could sleep through the night), I descended down into the area below. In the distance I saw a skeleton! With no shield to block the arrows, I first explored in the opposite direction. I dug into the stone for the first time...

I had discovered lava! I quickly backed away and plugged up the area. To my surprise, I'd later discover that this lava pool could be found on the surface. Not too far from the homestead.

After some digging and finally discovering coal, I found that there was a water source right below. But without any iron to make a bucket, I could not transport it. I know that water can help with the farming process, so I moved some dirt from above ground to below.

Soon after, night fell again, and I wanted to go even further with fighting against the zombies. I jumped and swung my sword at the zombie. Felling my foe! Little did I know that there was one more right behind me... As you can imagine, I died and respawned from my bed inside.

I decided to try and sleep more from here on out. Using my time to SAFELY gather resources. I dug more in the mine and explored the area. Finding iron and copper and even defeating a drowned from an underground pool! In that time, my wheat had grown enough for a few bushels.

I gathered two sheep and gave them wheat. Birthing another sheep that I may use for food later once it has fully grown. My elation was short-lived as not long after this a group of pillagers had found my location! Crossbows trained on me as I fled into the homestead!

Zombies I can handle within reason, a drowned is easy prey while on land, Pillagers are out of the question! I hid in my house, hoping that they would soon lose interest... But I felt antsy. I didn't want to just sit still! The mine is very close...I could run into it!

I went down into the depths and explored the darkness, lighting it up with my newly acquired torches. As I explored about, I found several more entrances to this underground cavern. Along the way I also found a black sheep doing a magic trick.

Of course, I brought it home and bred it with one of my white sheep. Creating a little buddy with grey wool. I looked around the area close to my homestead and after cutting down a few trees I noticed one that was quite tall, and climbable...

Yeah, I fell the first time I climbed it and had to respawn. That's hubris for you. I tried again and was able to get a better view of the surrounding area. My homestead, and a grassy area nearby with yet another entrance into the underground.

I went over to the area, though I was growing tired and missed the comfort of thinking there may be someone I was sharing my experiences with. To make jokes and laugh at all missteps and silly encounters I may have made. But that will have to wait. For now...

With newly acquired resources, I felt like my little homestead was too little. I needed more space to fit in everything which I had and was going to find. As well as expanding the fenced in area to prepare for when I may find another animal I wish to keep. (skeleton horse)

After I finished remodeling my homestead, I decided to call it a day. While not much has been explored, a lot has been learned. I am more stable in my environment and ready to try and expand my reach!

But first, next time... I need to fix that hole in the roof.

Day 1 Log - Over