#it's nice to just get all that fish tank stuff going again

[tjerra14]

Me: [works for 9.5 hours, then does some pre-work on the new fish tank (washing and adding 20kg of substrate, hauling 150+ litres of water with a 10l bucket)]

Also me: why am I so tired

[greatgoddyke]

its so cool how lucky i am

[rosescarlette]

Right so zhongli hates sea creatures right?! So how about his s/o turned into a sea creature? How would he react?! Hm?👀

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-> Zhongli takes care of the reader.. with a plot twist.

-> Fluff.

Zhongli loves to take care of you. No matter what or how busy it is.. he would always like to take care of you and check up on you.

Until one busy day when he came back from work.. to find his beloved missing. He searched for you everywhere. When he checked your usual spot where you would normally be.. he found something weird.

"..."

He stared at the round glass bowl for a good minute. And then he picked it up and then started staring at it again. He still wasn't sure if it was you.

"[Y/N]..?"

"[Y/N] is it you..?"

He asked while being dumbfounded, flabbergasted, shocked and many more emotions which.. he could not describe all at a time. There was a nice gold fish which minds its own business swimming around.

Zhongli however was shocked. Who did this. Who made his beloved turned into a fish?! Whoever did this was going to pay. He was never the one to like sea creatures. The slimy, weird texture.. and the foul order it has.. he hates them. But now how could he hate his beloved? He would do anything for you.

He would then later clean the fish bowl neatly, buy you a ton of new decorations that would make the bowl environment look nice. When he realized he bought too many that there was no place for in the bowl he would just buy a bigger tank. If even that wasn't enough he would make an entire lake so that just you would be comfortable in your fish form while he finds out how to revert you back.

In the meantime he goes out and buys the decorations and a bigger tank. Then later he would just sit there after assembling everything and worry about how to bring you back to your human form.

He then hears the door bell ring, so he goes to open the door. Surprisingly he finds you outside IN your human form, perfectly fine.

"..."

"What? Is there something on my face?"

"..."

He then stared back at the fish tank and then at you.

"Zhongli? Are you alright?"

"You.. are.. perfectly fine."

"Excuse me?"

"Ahem."

"It's just that.. you know what never mind. As long as you are safe and sound."

"Something tells me something happened here."

"Nothing. Really now please step inside."

You then later went inside to check up on your new pet fish.

"Aw.. you took care of him?? Thanks li. Though.. you didn't have to go too far.."

"Anything for you, my dear."

"Though.. I'd say... Why does it all have my favorite stuff in the tank?"

He took a great pause to tell a lie to you. He desperately did not want you to find out that he totally didn't mistake you for the fish.

"I thought.. that.."

"You thought what?"

"That... It would be nice."

"I does say it looks nice li. Thanks again"

You gave him a peck and went back to open the bag which you had bought along. And then there's another pet fish.

"See? I bought a friend for him just in case he gets lonely."

"Very well. As long as you don't disappear and turn into a fish that's fine with me."

He mumbled that last part to himself.

"As long as I what?"

"Ahem. As long as you're happy and alright with it."

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Note: AM BACK!!! ACADEMICS NEARLY MADE ME QUESTION MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE BUT ITS OK!!!

[partyofwords]

Lake Day ~ *Kuko Harai*

Summary: It's not often that you get to spend a day with your boyfriend, Kuko. When Hitoya suggests hitting the water because of the nice weather, you instantly accept. Kuko can't help but go along with your plans...

Pairing: Kuko Harai X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Word Count: 1364

Warning: Swearing, drinking

Masterlist

It was the perfect day to be outside and it was you who offered the idea of spending the day out on the water. At first, Kuko thought it would be the two of you at the beach, enjoying the sun, sand, and surf. But when you pulled up to the lake and you pointed to the boat that Hitoya was in with Jyushi, he was beginning to think he was misled.

"I thought we were going to the beach." He muttered as he got out of your car.

You shook your head with a chuckle. "Everyone is going to be at the beach. Besides, I think the lake is more fun anyways! And Hitoya has a boat! It's going to be so much fun!"

He scoffed. "I guarantee you the old man is going to make us fish for our dinner and tell terrible jokes."

"Like I said, fun!" You giggle before patting his cheek with slight condescension. "Regardless, you are going to play nice. It's not often the four of us get to hang out and have fun like this. I want today to be as fun and as relaxing as possible, because we all deserve it."

When he looked you in the eyes, Kuko couldn't help but melt a little. You were right. Hitoya was a busy lawyer, Jyushi was a busy visual kei star, he was busy tending to his duties at the temple, and you also had your own busy life. Days like today were few and far between. He supposed he could play nice for you, but only for you. If Hitoya or Jyushi tested him in any way, shape, or form, he wouldn't hesitate to attempt a drowning.

"Fine. I'll be nice." He grumbled.

You kissed his cheek and pretended not to notice his bright red cheeks. "Thank you sweetie! Now let's go have fun!"

As soon as Hitoya saw the two of you, he gave you a smile. "Welcome aboard. I'm surprised you got him to come with you."

"Nothing a little arm twisting can't solve." You wink at him before laughing. You then nod at Jyushi. "It's wonderful to see you as well, Jyushi!"

He beamed up at you from where he was sitting under his hypnosis mic umbrella, cuddling Amanda. Kuko frowned. "Why did you bring your mic?"

"It turns into an umbrella! And I burn easily in the sun." He explains.

"Right. Whatever." He rolled his eyes.

"Alright, everyone, hold on." Hitoya says before starting up the boat and leaving the harbor.

As he drove around the lake, you got out the sunscreen and began to apply it. Kuko was quick to help you with your back and you got his as well. You also made sure that Jyushi was constantly reapplying him so he didn't burn in the sun. You cracked open a beer for Hitoya and Kuko, before passing on a water bottle for Jyushi. A sigh escaped you as you felt the wind in your hair and the sun on your face. It was truly a perfect day to be out on the lake.

Eventually, Hitoya came to a stop in the middle of the lake. Kuko spoke before anyone else could. "What, are we fishing now, old man?"

Hitoya made a face. "No. I was just going to ask if anyone wanted to try water skiing or tubing. I got the stuff right over here."

Kuko perked up. "You know, I happen to be amazing at waterskiing."

You let out a snort. "Really? You?"

He shot you a small frown, though you could see the determination in his eyes. "I'll prove it!"

Before you could try to assure him that you believed him, he shucked off his loose tank top and dove into the water. Hitoya tossed him his skis and offered him a life jacket. But he refused.

"I can do this, old man. I don't need any help!" He spat, putting the skis on. "I'll show you just how amazing I am at this."

"Just don't hurt yourself." You call out to him.

"Yeah, yeah. I got this!"

When he was ready to go, he gave you a thumb's up and you alerted Hitoya to go. He started up the boat again and began to drive off. Kuko was lifted onto his feet and you were surprised to see him actually be able to waterski. You'd never tell him this but you thought he was bluffing. But he was actually doing pretty well, staying up right and even doing a few tricks. You were pretty sure he was just trying to impress you, but it was working.

It was about two minutes of skiing when Kuko hit a particularly big wake from the boat that caused him to let go of the tow rope. He flopped into the water like a fish. You signaled for Hitoya to stop and a laugh escaped you as he came sputtering out of the water.

"Hey! That's not fair! Hitoya was being reckless with driving!"

Hitoya frowned at him. "There are two things I can't stand. One, scratched vinyl records. Two, being accused of reckless driving. I wasn't driving recklessly, you're just bad at staying up. I thought you were some water ski pro?"

He scoffed as he tried to kick off the skis. "Not with your lousy driving."

You chuckle and shake your head. Standing up, you shuck off your swimsuit cover up. "Hang on, let me help you."

You dove into the cool lake water, swimming over to help him take off the skis. You didn't notice the way he was blushing as he saw you in your swimsuit. You were more focused with helping him out of his predicament. When the skis were off, you deposited them back on the boat but did not get out of the water.

"Hey, Jyushi." You called out. "Do you want to go tubing with Kuko and I?"

"Tubing?" He tilted his head to the side. "What's that?"

You chuckle before explaining. "It's like a giant raft that everyone gets on and Hitoya will drive really fast around the lake. We may or may not go flying off and into the water, but it's really fun!"

He purses his lips and shakes his head. "No, I think I'd rather stay here. But I can get you guys the tube."

"Okay, thank you!" You smile as he hands you the tube. You swim it over to Kuko. "Ready to do this?"

He grins. "Born ready."

Helping each other up, the two of you get situated before you yell out to the boat. "Okay, Jyushi, you're going to need to signal Hitoya when to go and stop. Right now, we're both ready to go!"

He nodded and signaled Hitoya. The boat started up and you were flying on the tube with Kuko at your side. You let out a scream of joy as you both careened down the lake, wind and a fine spray of lake water in your hair. The bumps along the wake from the bump knocked the two of you into each other multiple times, but you didn't care. You were having too much fun to worry about the bruises you were probably developing right now.

Hitoya made a sharp turn and the two of you were lifted into the air. While you were hanging onto the tube for dear life, Kuko went flying. You grimaced as he belly flopped loud and hard into the lake and you were glad that Hitoya stopped the boat. You sat up, trying to find his mop of red hair in the water.

When he came up sputtering, you sighed in relief. "Are you alright?"

"No! I think I'm dead!" He groaned, slowly paddling towards you. "Where did that old man learn to drive?"

"Your guess is as good as mine." You help him onto the tube and Hitoya pulls you both in.

"Well, that was fun." He chuckled, his smirk earning a glare from Kuko. He then looked up at the sky before letting out a low whistle. "It's getting to be about dinner time. We should probably start fishing."

"LIKE HELL WE ARE!"

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I've seen some of your deadpool pred stuffs and was hoping I could get some more from ya as it's really good

Yeah, definitely! I haven't done nearly enough with this guy anyway.

"Seriously, is that all you have to say?" D.eadpool complains, looking down at his bloated stomach. "'Let me out!' 'Help me!' 'I'm melting!' 'Blorp!' Get some new material, seriously! You sound the same as the last twenty guys I ate!" He pokes his gut, his finger sinking into the soft sphere. It wobbles a bit, but his prey has long since digested down into slop. "Great, this guy's a terrible conversationalist, too. When am I going to find the right man for me?" D.eadpool pouts, crossing his arms while his stomach churns wetly. D.eadpool grabs the next guy that he'd knocked out. A rancid belch to the fact wakes the man up, though. "Oh well, plenty of fish in the sea. Maybe you know something." He starts cramming the man down, devouring him just as greedily as he had the first several. He's gotten a hit for a rather elusive man, one that even he's struggling to find. Thankfully, D.eadpool got a lead and is now casually plowing through some crime gang he can't recall the name of, one member at a time. One of them is bound to have some information he can use, and there's no better method of getting it than taunting them with the slow and inevitable demise of boiling alive in his stomach! At least, that's what he thinks, and that's why yet another dazed man ends up splashing down into the thick sludge in his belly. There were a few more guys lying around, all knocked out thanks to him. if none of them have any info, then he'll just have to move higher up on the food chain around here. He'll figure out what he needs to know, one digested soul at a time. D.eadpool presses down on his stomach, shoving the struggling man back into place in the boiling bit. "No need to get feisty. Just tell me what I need to know..." However long it takes, D.eadpool is going to walk out of here very full, so it's a win for him either way. It's just a matter of how many thugs he's going to digest before he's done.

"W.ade, I swear to god, let me g--" S.pider-man is cut off by a wet gulp from D.eadpool, sending him down the hatch and sloshing into the anti-hero's gut. D.eadpool belches wetly and pats his stomach a few times as he feels his treat start to thrash around inside. "C'mon, S.pidey, we both know you like it~" D.eadpool teases, pushing down on whatever bulges try to shove outward. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. Someone was bound to eat you. I mean, this is a vore story, so it was going to happen." S.pider-man pushes outward again and D.eadpool lets loose another crass belch. Some muffled words don't get past the thick gurgling and fat of his gut. D.eadpool pats his stomach a few times and leans back on the couch he's on. "I know, I know, you're melting alive but think of it this way--out of everyone who ate you, it was me! Your favorite guy! And I know how to treat my prey right." A few more shoves get all those bulges back into place and D.eadpool starts to knead over his gut, groaning happily. "There you go...just settle down, S.pidery. Let ol' D.eadpool take over...I've gotcha now..." His guts churn heavily and S.pider-man tries to struggle more, but the best he can manage is shifting around and making the gut sway. He's already being worn down by D.eadpool's stomach and the kneading isn't helping. He'd never admit it...but it all feels kind of nice. D.eadpool belches harshly again, pushing his fingers a bit deeper into his gut. "Woof, starting to stink up a storm out here. Guess it can't smell too pretty in there, though." He pats the side of his gut a few times, making it slosh wetly. S.pider-man isn't struggling anymore, just curled up tight in the gurgling tank. "See, I told you you'd enjoy yourself once you relaxed. I'm gonna melt you down good, better than anyone else could. Just try to go to my ass, alright? I could use a bit more weight back there." He presses down on his stomach again, his hand sinking in a bit. S.pider-man will be gone in the next couple hours, and by the follownig day, he'll just be a bit more heft on D.eadpool's body and a belched-up suit, if it survives. But he'll always belong to D.eadpool, and that's all the anti-hero really cares about.

Hands rub over D.eadpool's engorged gut, making him groan with pleasure. "You know, this is kind of fucked up," he says, lifting his head a bit to look at the guy rubbing his gut, "so it's a good thing I like fucked up." He can see that his little belly rubber blushes at that. D.eadpool leans in closer to let out a rank belch right into his place, the stink of old meat thick on his breath while his guts churned. His latest 'hit' was put in by some random college student who was a bit sick of his douchey roommate and his douchey friends. D.eadpool has killed for less, so he was more than happy to take on a good four-course meal. Of course, he didn't think he'd be getting some free belly rubs from the guy who gave him the job in the first place. Not that he's complaining, of course. The four guys had been beefy frat boys, and while they went down easy, they felt like cement in his guts. So the nimble hands working their magic over his stomach is more than welcome for D.eadpool. He hits the belly rubber with another crass belch, making him blush bright red that time. "Hey, you don't need to be so embarrassed. I know a guy who gets off to this stuff, too. I don't judge." He lays his head back against the couch again with a pleased sigh and simply lets the college guy do his job. D.eadpool's guts groan and churn wetly, steadily working down all that college meat with ease. His guts round out and get softer, the rubbing hands sinking deeper into his belly as time goes on. D.eadpool makes sure to belch good for his helper since he seems to like it so much. He hacks up a few things in the process--some mismatched shoes, a baseball cap, someone's underwear, and a few bones. They end up splattered around the apartment's living room, all dripping in drool. Not his problem, though. After a couple of hours, D.eadpool has a taut, gurgling pot belly chugging along the last bits of college boy. He gets up and pins the rubber down, pressing his gurgling stomach against him and belching into his face one last time. "Thanks for buying me dinner, kid. If you have anyone else you want to see gone, you know who to call." He gets off the couch, leaving the dazed student behind as he saunters out of the dorm room. He hopes he gets more jobs like these. It's cute when he gets some flustered guys to watch him eat.

[frogofalltime]

14.02.2024

i slept well for the first time in weeks, and woke up at 9am actually feeling rested for once. however, i had a sore throat and i was covered in sweat which was really gross and overstimulating, idk if i had a fever overnight ??

i got up almost straight away, got ready, cleaned my bathroom, ate breakfast, and went to the park to meet @etherealspacejelly. it took me longer to walk there than usual because i wasn't feeling well. we fed our pigeons and the ducks too. it was a surprisingly warm day even though it was raining :)

then i had to go home because my parents were coming to visit at 1pm and i had to be ready to see them. i felt very sick and nervous about it. i wish i could meet up with the people who literally raised me without feeling so much anxiety every time.

we went out to the lebanese restaurant we always go to and i watched the fish swimming in their tank while waiting for our food. this is my favourite part of the restaurant :)

after eating we played ping pong at the common room in my accommodation, then my parents left at around 4pm.

i felt so dysphoric all day. tbh i've been struggling with it a lot recently but it was especially bad because my parents are very adamant about me being their daughter and stuff. also i did not feel comfortable in what i was wearing at all. even when they had left and i got changed into my pyjamas i still felt really Wrong. especially because my parents took photos, i kept looking at the pictures and feeling so uncomfortable that i looked like that. i've always struggled with this, even before i knew i was trans. something about how i looked and dressed always felt "off". now i know why, but it makes it even harder when i have to pretend to be a girl around my family, i can't do it anymore.

i was going to play dungeons and dragons in the evening but i was really tired and anyway the dm said it was cancelled this week so i went to bed and took a nap. i slept very well, when i woke up i thought it was the morning, but i had actually only been asleep for an hour or so.

my flatmate's parents were also visiting and they had cooked dinner for us all and she wanted us to eat together. however it took me all evening to build up enough energy to be able to face more socialising. i spent a very bad few hours just staring at the wall and feeling awful. i was also having really bad period cramps. i eventually calmed myself down by looking at all the photos of my friends that i have on my phone and reminding myself that they see me as who i am and love me for it, and that made me feel better.

i was very grateful for the food; i don't enjoy cooking so it was nice to have two good meals today without having to prepare any of it. i talked to my flatmate for a while but i was really tired so after i finished eating i told her to say thank you to her mother for cooking for me, and then i washed my plate and went to my room.

i was about to go to bed but my cramps are really bad again so i'm currently hunched over trying to distract myself from the pain. hopefully it will get better soon. and tomorrow will be a new day.

[incandescent-creativity]

👻 ghost: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

🌧️ rain: share a sad or emotional scene from your wip!

I am convinced that I will write that headless zombie story idea someday, but it's so unformed that it's going to be years before I get to it.

For now, I'm still writing FLOAT! So have something from that. This scene happens right after a storm where we lose some sailors:

I see River holding a pillow against her chest, face buried in it. The force of her crying rips from her chest with every breath.

As soon as I realize what’s happening, I scramble out of my chair and over to the bed. River flinches away from me when I first put my arm around her and my hand on her shoulder, but she realizes that it’s me as soon as she raises her own head. Then she turns to bury her face in my neck and be held.

“What happened?” I ask gently, even though I have a pretty good idea already.

River is crying hard enough to make her words stilted and jumpy. “I didn’t—I couldn’t—she was all—alone, and I couldn’t—”

So it is Rosebud. River sounds like she’s been having the same thoughts I have: I didn’t do anything to save her. I couldn’t get there in time. She walked up to the stunner on her own, before I could tell her it was a bad idea.

My grip on River tightens, trying to help her feel grounded in the present moment instead of remembering the swarm. Her nails dig into my bicep, but that’s fine. It’s probably helping her, and based on the way my heart starts racing when she does it, the sting is definitely helping me wake up.

“River, these things happen,” I tell her, pressing my face against the side of her head so she can hear me. “If it’s anybody’s fault, it’s mine. I should have paired her with someone more—more experienced, so she could learn how we sail.”

“I was staying with her,” River says, nearly wailing with her insistence on feeling guilty over this. “She—she was nice to me, and now—she’s dead.”

I know that she’s dead, but we can’t fall to pieces over this. We’re waiting out the storm, but I can’t let anybody on my crew obsess over their mistakes. That will only lead us to indecision, the paralysis of fear, and further death. I have to snap her out of this.

Moving to sit directly opposite River means pulling away from her, but I bring us into physical contact again when I firmly set the pillow down into her lap and place one hand on each of her shoulders. She is wearing one of my tank tops, so my hands meet warm skin. I push my head forward to catch her eye and stare River down. She’s still weeping, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, but she isn’t trying to avoid eye contact, either. I’ve caught her.

“River Bilal, you just defended my entire crew from a swarm of fish. On top of that, you saved Brook and probably the entire Oasis from some sort of giant squid. Do you think any of us can do that kind of stuff?”

Even though I meant it as a rhetorical question, River shakes her head. She’s starting to calm down a bit more, breathe a little easier.

“Exactly. You can do things we can’t, but you won’t be perfect. None of us are. It’s difficult surviving here, we’ve all lost someone. I’m just glad it was stunners instead of blades.”

[chipped-chimera]

Time, yet again, to wade into a pit of contradictory information as I try to determine what I should do about my nuked tetra population while I'm still doing ich treatment.

(if you have some ideas/opinions about what I should do context below)

This is my first tank, so please be nice 🥺

I have a heavily planted, 20gallon (76L) freshwater aquarium which I had probably researched for about 3 months, then ran empty/with plants for about a month or so? before fish introduction. So absolutely cycled, bombproof setup that I have not seen a whiff of ammonia or nitrates in since I started testing (probably a month after it being cycling empty when my kit arrived).

I introduced 10 green neon tetra, which grew confident very quick within the new tank, like within the next day stopped schooling behaviour, bopping around and doing their own thing. But then I saw white spots appearing. In my delay of trying to determine if it was actually ich and conflicting info about it being 'stress ich' that could minimize in time with the stress reduction - probably me delaying it too because the meds were expensive - I probably doomed them.

I'm angry and sad at the same time, in part towards myself but mostly because I'm mad at the contradictory info leading to delay on a situation that was more time critical given the size of these little fish. Which I think led to their deaths.

I know quarantine is important but given my tank is heavily planted, I was struggling with bioload - as in not enough - so on the day I started ich treatment I put in 6 corycats which have been absolutely fine. So fine in fact I've noticed their barbels getting much longer! They're having a great time in there, and while I've seen some showing sign of being itchy, I've never seen a spot appear. Same with the Starlight Bristlenose, who was actually the first resident - she's weathered the ich outbreak pre-treatment fine (yeah I know it's hard to tell given she's a starlight but I've had a good look at her when I could, she's clear) and while she hides a lot during the day, I think she's happy - there are a stupid amount of tunnels and hidey holes in my setup, the centerpiece is a huge slab of driftwood so she has plenty to rasp on too. All the food is also the best quality I could get, and they get blanched veggies twice a week.

Unfortunately though, the delay was too late for the Tetra. First I lost one. Then more. I went from 10 to 3 today, if I am lucky it will stay at 3. Two of them look very good. One of them has minor body spotting. Worst comes to worst, it'll be 2. I think it'll stay that way, nothing new has been appearing.

What I am worried about now is I know the minimum for tetra is 8. While these guys I think know fairly well the tank is safe, and the presence of the corycats might help in terms of them having another grouping fish around to help them feel more confident, I don't want to be causing them unnecessary stress that might make the situation worse. Two of them left are grouping together, the one I am uncertain about is often hanging out on it's own which is making me worried I'll lose it too.

I am early on in the treatment at full dosage (I spent more time cranking up the dosage slowly since this is a planted tank with inverts, so that probably didn't help the ich situation) 25%~30% water changes daily.

Naturally online opinion on 'should I add fish during ich treatment' is about as confusing as it was when I was just trying to find info on ich. Some say hard no. Some say it's always in tanks anyway, it's the stress, may as well chuck them in during treatment. I'm going to have to grab another bottle of the stuff (so bleeding expensive) and I don't want to use more of it on a quarantine tank - right now anyway.

The treatment I am doing specifically targets parasites (Seachem Paraguard) but I also have Melafix and Pimafix, though I haven't really been dosing either since the smell of it I think irritates the tetra, and Paraguard supposedly has antibacterial elements that also target finrot. If I were to add new fish, I'd probably start adding both during the day, Paraguard goes in at night after a waterchange because it's lights-off after that (degrades under light).

If I added new fish, I'd be doing that for 14 days + maybe one more week just in case. But yeah, I have no fucking clue what to do and I very much want to not fuck this up anymore.

I'm also honestly kind of put off by tetra at this point - compared to the corycats they are very, very nervous and twitchy I think which didn't help their stress levels, even with me trying to make it as stress-free as possible. But also know I'm probably stuck with them if I want them to feel better.

Any thoughts/opinions would be good. I don't really have other treatment options available either btw, either because products are literally not available or the risk of killing plants/hurting other fish is too high (heat is NOT an option, corycats upper-limit is 26C so that's what the tank is set to)

My gut says it's probably okay to add fish, if I keep up treatment. But idk anymore :C

[moonbiscuitsims]

WIP recognise it? o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

I have not disappeared but For Rents patch broke my game and was glitching out my Cyberpunk Megabuilding project, also made some 6th street sims and a cyberpunk makeover of the Caliente sisters but it was getting annoying and glitchy too to fix their outfits and I'm unmotivated knowing that my building is broken, and just generally not in the mood for nice screenshots.

So in the meantime I've taken up Animal Crossing again after more than a year of not playing. Opened up another random save and am building the museum in sims 4 because every time I play ACNH I always think "I need to build this in the Sims, you know where you can actually build and create stuff with freedom without paying Nook a billion bells or taking 5 years for one section of land or having to try to grab each individual object just to move it and it doesn't fit 😅

Seriously AC is a cosy fun game but honestly it's so clunky and slow and I don't get how people have such developed beautiful islands. The build won't be CC free but I'm trying to use base game and sims packs wherever I can instead of CC. The general structure and all the weird platforms and levels were the hardest and some parts glitch and the stairs don't work etc, the build doesn't translate well to the sims meaning I cannot build complex structures without problems ever and that's why all my houses are squares but overall I think it's coming together, it's mostly just decorating and then making the exterior not look shit which will be hard but I thought of using a lot of ivy (sims doesn't have magical Tardis bigger on the inside buildings so it's a bit blocky). I just realised I also haven't even started the Dinosaur fossil section which will be in the basement, but I'm leaving that till last. The botanical garden was a hard choice but I decided to use platforms as fake land because it is easier to fit it in the space. I'll be using a lot of @bakiegaming mods and things to hide ugly angles and make it look better. Had to change some layouts and stuff to fit the build in a square but I'm happy with it. I had tried building on 40x30 but it just did not fit so it's 50x50. The random upstairs rooms that hide the fish tanks are going to be extra space that I'll just put whatever I want. I now realise after playing more that this corresponds to an art museum i hadnt unlocked yet, so i guess ill do that. Could have been better with 64x64 but the game has barely any lots that big cause Sims 4 could never. If the final result does not have too much CC I'll definitely be sharing, I don't think I've shared a single build before.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Spoiled Gamers

On a different note ... still playing the Dredge DLC, and still seeing Reddit whining about it.

The complaints are basically, "No new areas; no new exploration! We're just going to the same areas again and seeing them just a bit different! Why are we bothering with this?"

And I sat there going, "But ... new mechanics, new ship upgrades, new tasks, new fish, new aberrations, new aberrations of the exotic fish that used to be once-in-a-lifetime catches and we can now farm if we want to, new types of bait, new story... We have new shit to spend the shitloads of money we keep picking up in this game and new stuff to do; how is that not enough?!?"

And then the lead dev (who is pretty much The Guy; it's not like he's got a huge dev team or anything) actually went onto the post (because we all know this guy has a Reddit account) and said ... basically the same thing: "We were actually shooting for different things in our two DLCs to date - Pale Reach was always about a new zone and a new fish type, while Iron Rig was about making use of all the money you pick up after awhile, giving you a different experience in the world during new playthroughs--" (because seriously it is such a different game if you start a new playthrough with Iron Rig installed than if you get to endgame and then run through Iron Rig) "--and telling a different kind of story to the ones we told in the base game and Pale Reach".

Which ... I mean ... yeah. All three are takes on mortals messing with shit they can't understand, but the themes are different. Base game is love; Pale Reach is ignorance; Iron Rig is greed. And people wanted new zone and new mechanics and new fish and new story ... and I guess they wanted all of those things wrapped up in each DLC, instead of having it spread out.

Do ... people really not understand the difference between a AAA studio, which only has staffing issues because it laid off thousands of people, and an indie studio, which has, like, maybe a couple of people, max? Like, I'm not complaining about how long it's going to take for the next chapter of Scarlet Hollow to come out because that is being made by two people, and only one of those people is doing every single drawing for that game. I get being demanding of AAA games because ... well, hell, we want something for the amount of money we're spending - because while I'm okay on cosmetic items as a concept, I'm not comfortable with the amount they expect us to pay for what sometimes just amounts to recolouring existing armour. I do not get being demanding of indie devs who are doing their best. It's like indie devs get all the backlash that should be reserved for the money-grubbing AAA games companies because "they're all the same", and they're not.

Be nice to your indie devs, people. The AAA games companies are starting to reach the point where the bubble they've been inflating for decades is about to burst. The industry has tanked before, and it's likely to tank again before rising up in a new form. If and when that happens, the indie devs are going to be producing the only new games we get, so ... be nice.

And as I say that, I am looking at the assholes who basically shut down Emika Games. Emika Games makes psychological horror walking simulators, for the most part, and most of them are not very long at all. They're also not very expensive. A whole bunch of people bought the games knowing damn well that the estimated play time was less than the two hour limit on Steam refunds, played them through once, and got a refund. So Emika Games never saw that money and apparently had to shut down entirely, not having enough money to finish the next game they wanted to put out (From Day To Day - the demo's out but it's been "TBA" for years).

This is why I never know how to feel about piracy, y'know. Like, I get not wanting to give certain companies money, but then there's the people who just steal from everybody because they feel entitled to stuff but don't feel like paying for it. It's a problem.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

As per the poll Tuesday, we've got Gremlinverse (delayed to noon because of errands I had to run) shenanigans: specifically Jak discovering disadvantages to his new size.

At first, Jak had enjoyed the Underground's reaction to his new stature. He was used to being underestimated, but when what seemed to be a ten year old kid blew up a deathbot, their reactions were so much funnier. They were nicer to him, too. Well, that might’ve been because they were patronizing him. That's what Daxter seemed to think. Tess, on the other hand, was sure that it was more about guilt.

Seeing their tank so much smaller and more vulnerable, she insisted, was a wakeup call. It meant they had to come to terms with the fact that they'd repeatedly endangered the very people the Underground had been supposed to protect.

Jak thought it was a nice sentiment, but unlikely. After all, Torn hadn't thought twice before giving up little Mar’s location to Praxis when he thought Ashelin's life was on the line.

Besides, he didn't need hollow contrition. "We're sorry" was easy to say, but meaningless if they were still treating him like a glorified errand boy.

They hadn’t sent him on any real missions since he'd come back from the Nest, but that may have been because Sig was watching them like a glinthawk, just waiting for one of them to cross a line. But that brought Jak to a new problem: the longer he hung around headquarters, the more they started treating him like an actual kid.

He had almost seventeen-

Okay, that wasn't true. He had twelve years of memories and experience. Just because his body was small and his emotions were big didn't mean he suddenly didn't understand anything! And it certainly did not mean he required assistance getting up onto taller objects!

The first time it happened involved Jak dangling from the Underground leader’s grip. He glared, looking like he wanted to rip Torn's hair out. Coincidentally, Torn also looked like he wanted to rip Torn’s hair out.

"What, so Mar and Daxter can sit on your nasty table, but I'm not allowed?" Jak challenged.

"First of all-" Torn closed his eyes and took a calming breath. "Mar is a toddler and he was getting underfoot. Daxter was a rat and you would've stabbed me if I'd thrown him off the table."

From the spartan bunks along the wall, Daxter snorted and looked up from trying to remember how shoelaces worked.

"Well, he got an accurate read on that, at least."

Jak folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. It was actually a very endearing expression, but Torn had been around him too long to be swayed by it.

"Well you're the one who made me work for you guys, and technically I wouldn't have shrunk if you hadn't betrayed us to Praxis, so if I climb on stuff you're just going to have to deal with it."

Torn lifted Jak a little higher with a frosty look. "Watch it, brat. You cause trouble on purpose and I might just put you in the Junior Freedom League to straighten you out."

Clearly, this was the wrong thing to say.

The next thing Daxter knew, Torn had dropped Jak with a high-pitched wheeze of pain. The former KG was doubled over and in clear distress, and Jak was on the table again. The former ottsel shook his head and went back to fighting with the boot laces.

"Brutal," he commented, "but not unprovoked."

The next time someone tried to pick him up without permission, it was Brutter.

Compared to Torn, Jak was far more forgiving with Brutter. Most likely because Brutter had treated him like an equal from the very beginning, and even now acted as though nothing had changed. So when Daxter brought Jak with him to do a little pro bono pest control on Brutter's fishing boat, the Lurker hadn't had any objections to letting Jak crawl through the vents with the plasma swatter. (Jak could tell why Daxter liked the swatter so much. It made a really fun splat when hitting metalbugs.)

He'd chased the pests from one end of the cabin to the other, filling his pockets with metalbug gems as he went. Under normal circumstances they would have been Daxter's pay, but Jak was the one crawling through the dusty vents. If Dax wanted them, he'd have to come take them.

Almost unrecognizable with dust and bits of metalbug exoskeleton, Jak had finally crawled out and bumped into Brutter's leg. As if on instinct, Brutter reached down without looking and scooped Jak up off the floor.

"Hey!" Jak yelped.

Brutter's eyes snapped down to the filthy kid he was holding under the arms, and he blinked twice before letting out a loud hoot of laughter.

"Brother Jak!" he laughed, setting him down, "You not little baby Babak! You big kid! I forgot we not home with tribe for a moment."

He took off his glasses and wiped them on his coat, then squinted at Jak again.

"Oh, Jak really is that dirty. Was not imagining baby Babak hair then."

Jak rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. No charge for the extra vent cleaning as long as you don't tell Daxter about this."

"My lips are sealing, Brother Jak," said Brutter agreeably. He stepped back and obligingly did not cough when Jak sent up a cloud of dust and lint while brushing himself off.

"Many thanks for stopping to help with buggy pests! I am not wanting to drag you two away from hero business."

Jak flashed a genuine smile at Brutter. "Hey, we can always make room in the schedule for a brother. That's what a tribe is for, right?"

Brutter laughed again. "Ah! Brother Jak and Orangey Pal should have been born Babak. Already you have the heart of one."

Jak’s smile widened. "Really? Uh, th- thanks, Brutter."

Alright. The rest of Haven's current leadership could go kick rocks, but "Captain" Brutter was okay. He still went out of his way to make Jak feel accepted.

Daxter's voice echoed up the hall as he made his way in from the deck.

"Found the problem! One of these fish swallowed a metalbug egg."

He dragged the offending carp behind him, wrinkling his nose the whole way. Between thumb and forefinger he held the split fish carcass out towards Brutter.

"Ugh," he gagged, "Now I gotta sweep the whole harbor and make sure there's no submerged nests. That's disgusting."

He glanced up and blanched.

"Speaking of disgusting: Jak! What happened to you?!"

Jak didn't think he was that dirty.

Daxter did not agree.

And unfortunately, Daxter was now bigger than Jak.

When they got back to the newly christened Naughty Ottsel and Daxter threatened "tub or dish pit sink", Jak remembered that being the smaller one came with some distinct disadvantages.

And that this was most likely karma coming back to bite him for all the times he'd (literally) dragged Daxter into his reckless exploration.

"Dax-" Jak ducked and slid behind a table. "Look, I'll just rinse off in the bay. It's fine."

"Fine?!" Daxter sputtered, "You're a walking health code violation! Hey-! Get your metalbug guts-coated hands off my tables! I have to sanitize those now!"

Tess watched with some amusement from behind the bar. "Hon, you're gonna need a real bath eventually. You have the kind of hair that requires regular maintenance if you don't want it to break."

Sitting on the counter, Mar waved a pudgy hand in front of his face. "Jak stinky," he agreed.

"Traitor!" Jak hissed from under the table.

That was all the distraction Daxter needed. The gangly teen stooped down and seized Jak by the ankle. What commenced was a skirmish that rivaled the fights Krew used to host in the Hip-hog's boxing ring. Chairs were knocked over, paintings fell from walls, and at least one table was overturned.

Mar watched with interest as Jak dodged and squirmed and overall did an excellent impression of a fluid. When the insults started getting particularly creative, Tess sighed and leaned forward to cover Mar's ears.

Several patrons entered, only to take one look at the two boys tussling amid upended chairs and immediately back out again.

"Sig!" Daxter hollered at the next person to enter the bar, "Sig, gimme a hand before he contaminates the whole establishment!"

Jak slid out of Daxter's grip and made for the door. "Don't you dare, Sig!"

Concerned, the Wastelander shut the door and turned to Tess for an explanation.

"It's Wash Day," she said with a shrug.

"Ah." Sig narrowed his eye. "What kind of product you got?"

"Um...I've got a hydrating brand from uptown," Tess answered, "And I have a little bit of that hair mask you use, but there's not much left."

"That's not bad." He snorted. "I thought you were gonna say bar soap with the way he's flippin' out."

Sig set down his Peacemaker and waded into the fray. He caught Jak by the back of the shirt and hefted him up under one arm like the world's angriest suitcase. Before Daxter had time to thank him, he'd been hoisted up by the scruff of the neck.

"Well cherry, if your plan was to take Daxter down with you, you've certainly managed," Sig said dryly. "Now you both need a wash."

Tess pushed off the counter. "I'm gonna go run a bubble bath. It'll do you good."

"No!" Jak kicked and squirmed, but Sig’s grip held firm. "I'm not a little kid! Nobody is bathing me! Besides, they're just gonna send me out to crawl through sewers again or something anyway. What's the point?!"

When he looked up, Sig was scowling.

"They better not send you back out today," Sig threatened. "I got some Wastelander friends coming by to make sure you and Mar are okay. If you aren't there when they turn up, they're liable to turn the city upside down looking for you."

Jak stopped squirming. "Huh?" He wrinkled his nose. "Why me? What do they want me to do?"

Sig took the moment of peace to hurry up the stairs behind the bar to Tess’s apartment. Gooseberry scented soap already drifted in occasional bubbles from the tiny bathroom.

"Well, most likely they're gonna want you to go home with them." Sig glanced down at Jak and prayed the spitfire would take it well. "It's where Mar was born. We were thinking you could stay for a while, y'know? There's room for you both."

Tess poked her head out of the bathroom. "Hey, sorry, but we've got kind of a bubble apocalypse in here. Mar got a little excited with the soap bottle."

Mar was not the slightest bit sorry.

With a snort, Sig finally set the boys down. "You see the state of these two? What can it hurt?"

Tess grimaced. "Yeah...you guys leave your clothes in my shower before you get in the tub, okay? I'll put out something clean you can change into."

Daxter nudged Jak. "You first, squirt."

Jak leveled a chilling glare at him. "Just so you know, I am going to use up all the hot water."

"This is why we use hot springs baths in Spargus," Sig sighed. "We don't have to bother with who gets the hot water. Jak, rinse your hair real good and when you get out I'll show you how to wash it without drying it out."

"Uh...it's supposed to dry out?" Jak raised an eyebrow at Sig. "That's what happens after you get out of water?"

Sig drew a hand down his face and groaned something that sounded like "Damas owes me for this", but they couldn’t be sure.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #204

The power is out at my house. It has been out since 1:30pm. It is currently 7:43PM. The estimated time that it will come back on is midnight tonight. But… I'm a little skeptical of that. Because the first estimate was 3:45PM. Then it was 5:15PM. Then it was 8:15PM. Then midnight. And now 5am tomorrow. I wonder what happened. It must have been a bigger problem than they initially thought.

It's extremely hot and windy at my house today. It got up to 94 degrees F today (34.4 degrees C). The humidity is at 75% and climbing. That hurricane called Beryl is moving over the Great Lakes right now, in some kind of northeasterly fashion. Check it out:

The Great Lakes are those big ol' blue blobs of water to the west. The land is the white stuff with all the fancy labels in black ink. We have the Atlantic Ocean to the east; that's the super big ol' blob of blue on the east side. And the rain is the green-yellow-red blobs.

We have tornado watches in my area, which is very unusual for the geography and climate of where I live. But it looks like the bulk of it might just squeak right past us, for the most part, maybe. There's still that westernmost blob of precipitation that still might hit us later, though...

Hell, to have a storm system travel so far over this continent is unusual by itself:

But I went to work at the bakery today, and that was very nice! Normally, my supervisor Mi and my coworker Ma is with me. But today it was different; Mi is on vacation and I'm not sure where Ma was; maybe he just wasn't scheduled for today. But this other lady L took Mi's place, and there was some other lady, Ra, who was there! And both of them were delightful! I won't see Le as my manager again in the coming weeks, though; someone else from some other store will be coming; I hope they're nice, whoever they are. And I found a feather along the way:

My outfit for work is all black, like this:

...And my hair has to be tied back and out of the way, like this:

But!! Under all this black, I get to wear my crazy colorful socks!!!

...Sometimes I wonder if you wear colorful socks under ordinary things, just like I do.

We ended up going to the library, because our house has no power. They had a fish tank!!! It had three Plecostomuses, and two were albino, and there were so many others, too!! Look!!

Sometime after that, I had to go pick up the dress for my best friend BB's wedding. I got a picture of a robin at her house:

...And then I got a picture of a rabbit on the way home:

...Don't worry. I chased this one away from the road. It doesn't belong there.

Now we are at a hotel, because M and I need it for our CPAPs. Can't sleep without 'em unless we wanna suffocate multiple times in the night. I need mine because my lower jaw is too small to properly accommodate all the soft tissue on the inside of my face, and so when it gets relaxed (like when we sleep), my airways collapse because there's simply not enough space for everything. It's really super lame like that...

It becomes late; goodness, I got distracted a bunch of times while writing this. It's like 12:31am now. So I guess I'll stop writing, because I'm well into "rambling" territory at this point. Sorry about that.

...I really hope you liked the pictures of the cute scaled and feathered and fuzzy animals, though.

I love you. I'll write again soon, okay? So please stay safe...

Your friend, Lumine

[kylejsugarman]

does au^2 baby get to do preschool?

she does!! they're all settled and safe in haines long enough before that age for it to be totally doable once baby's old enough, even if jesse's kind of like "or she could just stay home and never leave and be there safe forever. just a thought." about it. he doesnt love the idea of her going somewhere else and being around strangers, not after their last separation, but demi assures him that it'll be really good for baby to meet other kids and that this is also good rehearsal for kindergarten. baby is also not totally sold on the idea of going to a new place during the day when her two favorite people and her toys and stuff are at home, and is understandably scared when she gets there and fully realizes that jesse and demi are not Staying. shes crying and clinging hardcore and it seems like this whole thing might be a nonstarter until her teacher says the pivotal sentence "we were just about to feed the class fish" and baby's like "👀 the class what??" this gets her off of jesse's leg just long enough for them to leave. she's still very relieved to see them that afternoon and has lots of trouble leaving them at the door the next few mornings, but seeing that preschool is a safe place with a fish tank and lots of books and a nice teacher helps ease some of her anxiety.

she even gets to play with other kids!! this is another huge change for her and she initially doesn't take too well to it: she has trouble sharing (not in a malicious way, just in a "im doing my own thing here" way) and doing group games and gets really shy whenever anyone engages with her. over time, it gets easier for her to interact and sometimes even talk to the other kids, but she's still pretty quiet. jesse also needs time to adjust and there are some bad days where he keeps her home because he just can't stand to put her in someone else's hands. it makes him feel shitty to keep her so tethered to his damage, but baby doesnt mind at all getting to spend the day with her dad and have a reminder that he's never going to be taken away from her again. it gets easier to swallow back the panic and dread as the weeks go on and he sees how much fun baby is having. she's bringing home drawings for him and demi, and telling stories about her day and even doing things with other kids on the playground some afternoons when they come to pick her up. preschool really gives her a good head start in a lot of ways and helps the whole family get used to having. a "normal" life moving forwards

[pbandjesse]

This was a really good day off. I feel good. Still tired but like I got a good amount of rest today and that was lovely.

I slept alright. I woke up at 930 o tired. But I did t want to keep sleeping and waste the whole day. I stead I forced myself up and washed my face and got ready for the day.

I did not want to leave the house at all today. What I wanted was go rest and read and do house projects. And that made today a really successful day.

I would have a cinnamon raisin English muffin. And got myself comfortable outside with my book. Which I did finish. I had brought Sweetp and Crabcake outside and it was an absolutely beautiful day.

Once I was done my book I would spend a good hour knitting. I am a full month behind on my temperature blanket but I will catch up. But today was not that day. Instead I worked on the double layer quilt in working on. It was a really beautiful day and I was having a really nice time.

Fleet week is this week and so I had to deal with flyovers all day!! The helicopter was interesting the first time. It stared to become old and tired some after the 4th time. And then there was 5 jets in a line. That only happened the once though. Mostly it was just beautiful and quiet with just soft sounds of the city.

I was having a really wonderful day.

I had a little lunch but it mostly just made my stomach hurt.

I decided to do house tasks to make myself feel better. And for the most part it did help.

I would clean the frog tank and water a few of the plants. I hung a picture. I hung our new battery powered sconces. I hung the frame for the fake transom window I have been planning between the studio and the living room/kitchen. I struggled hard with the nails. I couldn't get the force to get them all the way in. But James would figure it out and helped when they got home.

I would take a break and laid on the couch for a while. I got a little overheated outside as the sun was high in the sky. I had an ice cream and that helped.

I spent a good amount of time painting new flowers in the studio ceiling. I did a dozen small purple flowers. I worked until my arms couldn't be over my head anymore and I ran out of the paint on my pallet. .I would get down a s decided to do some studio organization. I took one shelf apart to move across the room . Consolidated my market stuff. Accidently overweighted a shelf and it came ripping out of the wall and I bent my right thumb's nail backwards. Tore half of it off my nail been it hurt so bad and was bleeding. It was not good at all!

I was very upset. James would promise to help finish fixing things when they got home. And I would go lay down and try and not be sad.

I had Ruby the roomba going. She lost her bow somehow. Weird. But I will fix it later. .I was going upstairs to grab something when I saw James outside. I opened the front door and was super happy to see them.

They would take a moment to cool down. But then jumped into helping me. They fixed the transom window and it's ready to be patched and painted. And eventually I'll put fake stained glass inside it. It's going to look so good.

I decided that I wanted to have my doll house facing the window so people walking by can see it. This took some doing. James added a shelf next to the window sill for extra space so the whole thing didnt fall over.

I would have to stand on a stepladder outside to set up the whole scene again after we picked it up. Which made everything fall down. But it's all fixed now and that makes me happy.

We would eat dinner outside. James had a pasta. I had fake fish and rice. It was beautiful and not to sunny again.

I was enjoying gently swinging. It was very centering. And I was just really enjoying James's company. Talking and being silly and James would do more cooking. And we decided to watch the bridgerton prequel.

I don't particularly care about bridgerton but I love the queen Charlotte clips on TikTok so James downloaded Netflix so we can watch it and that it how we have spent the last several hours.

And it really is fabulous. Sad. Intertwined with the present (in the bridgerton world). I am glad I was able to focus enough to actually want to watch a show. I struggle so hard with anxiety about starting things. But I am very glad we did.

I have requested we watch just one more. The whole show is only 6 episodes. So I want to be half done so we can watch the other half tomorrow.

Tomorrow is going to be a good day though. Im going to drive up to see my parents for Father's day. And I am just really looking forward to that.

I hope you all sleep good. I love you very much. Talk tomorrow!

[poltergeist-coffee]

Pls talk about your InsaneDuo mermaid au

HEYYY ANON THANK YOU ENABELING ME <33

okay, so i have to give a little context for me and my friends mermaid au. it's just us taking the qsmp members and dunking them in the ocean. some of them became mermaids and some stayed as boring humans, what can you do?

the favela five are all mermaids in our au + richas is a human child they 'adopt' essentially!! This au is not......realistic at all because some mermaids are inspired by real sea animals (Cellbit is an octopus for example) and some are just like......... Ariel/fantasy mermaids (Forever is just a fish. his tail looks like a koi fish for the aesthetic but he's not. he's just a mermaid with a pretty tail and covered in scars) (his tail is dark gray with red/white splotches on it to look like his mc skin). all mermaids also have the cute ear fins you see in art sometimes? (if u know jrwi think of gillion-esque ear fins i don't know how to explain it)

Me and my friend also made an entire "courting ritual" and how mermaids do romance and stuff but that can be a separate post. what YOU need to know is that for mermaids to be "married" essentially they will have to rip one of the scales on their tail off and give it to the person they want to marry!!! married mermaids will take the scale from their partner and put it on their tail where they took their scale off to symbolize how they are together !!

basically, all i really wanted to tell you is that insaneduo in the mermaid au are married NDSAVKJASK they're in a pod (family) with the rest of the Favela five but their relationship is super close just like in the qsmp. they basically go everywhere with each other and even if they don't they're never far from one another. They just care about each other so much!!!

after one incident with forever being taken by mermaid hunters (he escaped dw) he had a bunch of large cuts and injuries on his tail because they wanted his scales. Since he lost a bunch of scales he just took one off him and gave it to cellbit because he loves him and wants him to know that he means a lot to him. cellbit was in shock for all of 5 seconds needing to process that his best friend is fucking bleeding and dying and also being the equivalent of proposed too. Cellbit then proceeded to rip one of his own scales off (octopuses don't have scales but please don't think too hard about it, its cute please suspend your disbelief) and gave it to forever. i think forever would probably start yelling at cellbit like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING THAT HURTS!!! DONT GIVE ME YOUR SCALE IDIOT!!” and cellbit is laughing at him (also in pain but that’s less important)

them trading scales is less of romantic marriage and more like "i love you and care about you a lot. i want to show my devotion to you and that i am willing to sacrifice things for you to be happy". cellbit wears forever's scale as a ring and forever keeps cellbit's on a bracelet instead of the traditional way.

also, did you know octopuses eat their own tentacles when stressed? right after the thing where forever got hurt and was having to rest to heal cellbit refused to leave him if he could help it. he nearly chewed off one of his own tentacles from worry because forever was so hurt and forever def scolded him for it after waking up.

TDLR: insaneduo in the mermaid au are best friends and the equivalent of married and care about each other so so much it makes me want to jump off a building

last thing id like to mention: cellbit is very curious about humans and wants to learn more about them! At the same time he is very weary of them because of what happened with forever and when forever meets phil he's very >:[[ about it. he doesn't think forever should be trying to talk with a fisherman so much because he could get hurt again!! it doesn't matter if this "Phil" is so nice and kind to him!! he might just want to hurt forever or keep him in a tank or take his scales!!

[softsky-daily]

8/24/2023

Maybe I ought to learn more about clouds or something so I can understand why they form all these different shapes.

Positive thing: It was a rough day but I talked to a friend and it made me feel better. <3

Yeah basically it was just one of those days of crying on and off and dissociating and trying to stay as functional as possible. Mostly I just played a lot of Yakuza 7 after work. I'm level grinding for the final boss. I'm not sure if it's because I might've forgotten some details but the ending half of the story feels kinda weirdly paced. Still pretty fun though.

I was just sitting on the couch a while (something I hardly do) and looking at the afternoon light come through the window. The last thing I hand-washed is still drying out.

It was kind of funny, I had spent some time trying to help out one friend with his troubles and then I talked to another friend about my own troubles. Also I'm meeting with a friend tomorrow to give him some stuff he left with me in Japan that he didn't have room to take himself. We're meeting up at a Panera Bread which I'm not jazzed about because I've been pettily boycotting them for years since I quit working there in undergrad. I guess the food itself is fine. Then again I haven't been there in a long time so I wouldn't know.

I don't know why but I remembered the time I went to an aquarium while I was in Tokyo and sitting on one of the benches watching this huge tank of tuna.

Here it is. Those fish were huge up close too. But somehow still lightning fast - I remember they'd bolt when they got startled by something and be on the other side of the tank in seemingly less than a second.

That was quite the day in general. It was raining the whole time basically. I remember wandering around the park getting drenched even with my umbrella.

I think it'd be nice to go do something like that again. Just be at the mercy of some mild weather inconvenience. Feel something real for once. Even - or maybe especially - in the cold and wet of that afternoon it felt like one of the realest days I'd ever had.