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MIMI & JUNIOR — THREAD 001.

location : trinity, during the discord mini event.

description : some back n forth between junior n mimi while they weigh up the pros n cos of fucking each other.

featuring : junior @oculiaperticlausi

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

Junior walks over to the bar, slipping right into the spot next to Mimi. He leans down, resting on his elbows as he turns his head to look over at her. His gaze drifts across her as he presses his lips together. "You look good tonight, Mimi."

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

"are you trying to compliment me?" mimi asks, without removing her eyes from her phone screen, acrylic nails tapping against the display. no wonder your bitch wife left you. you're disgusting, pig. as if i'd let you anywhere near me. as if any woman would. one of her findom clients ; the kind that get off on her being mean to them, and even send her money for the privilege. she doesn't need the money any more, but in some ways, she feels like she's doing an act of service. without women like her, who would poor gerald, 58, south carolina turn to? "you're not doing a very good job of it. obviously i look good. i always look good. oh look! it's time to be real!" her thumb swipes against the notification, holding out her phone on selfie mode as she plants a kiss against junior's jaw, captures the view of the club on the other side. "we look hot," she notes, showing him the picture, before closing her phone and turning her attention to him. "why do i get the weird feeling that you're like, on one?"

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

"Yeah. What I said is what a compliment is, isn't it?" Junior is all but hoping one person stays out of his way tonight and away from his fucking brothers. Wasn't it bad enough that she did him dirty back in New York to the point where he almost went to grovel for help from the devil himself. He raises a few fingers to the bartender in hopes to get their attention. His eyes move to the camera, a small smirk curving his features. Then he turns his head to look at her. "Then what the fuck is a compliment to you?" He asks. "And what do you mean by on one?"

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

"try harder," mimi says, fixing him with a smile. it's hard to tell if he's riled by her lack of gratitude, or just riled generally, but she's hardly going to bend over backwards to deepthroat his dick in thanks for something as lazy as 'you look good tonight'. it's obvious! next! "mimi, you're a vision! mimi, you look sensational tonight! mimi, if leonardo dicaprio were here, he would dump his girlfriend and abandon his twenty-five-and-under rule for you, only for you to say thanks leo, but you're pretty haggard these days, and i preferred your earlier work. it's not that difficult." lately, she's been having problems with her current 'casual fling's' inability to show affection, and it's seemingly putting a downer on every interaction with a man, a pervading sense of injustice that men can do the bare minimum and not only get away with it, but get awarded for it. "you know. on one. i don't know, there was like, this weird look in your eye when you came over. like something's about to happen. like you're looking for a fight, and if one doesn't find you, you'll start one, you know?" maybe she's been watching too much reality tv.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

Junior laughs, tilting his head down to look at the surface of the bar. "Aren't all of those just a fancier way of saying you look good?" He muses, slipping closer to her as he moves his hand to her hair, brushing some of it off her shoulder. "If you need me to be fancier than this... all yoh had to do was ask, Mimi." He smirks as he nods a thanks for the bartender when they set down the drinks. He glances back to her and for a minute he wonders if he more obvious than he thinks because he did feel antsy, in need a fight or a fuck at this point. "The night is young, a lot of things can happen, Mimi."

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

"so what? i like to feel special. sue me!" when she was younger, mimi felt like she was born to be a trophy wife, titties out on the balcony of a home someone else had paid for, bloody mary in one hand and a fat joint in the other, but these days it's more fun to be ambitious. now, when she gets something, she knows that she earned it, whether it's a brand deal off the back of that fucking soul-destroying reality tv show that put her self-esteem through the ringer, or her architecture and urban planning degree that three years of only fans content and working in vegas clubs had funded. "fancy can be fun, but i don't need you to be anything other than yourself." honestly, she prefers people who are a little rough around the edges. her head swivels, eyes catching on his as junior moves closer, the hand in her hair stirring her in a way that feels dangerous. she'll get ideas if he's not careful. obviously, he's got shit going on with addison ; mimi doesn't want to be a pawn used to spurn jealousy ( she's been the other woman too many times to count ) but that doesn't mean she'll listen to her wiser judgement. "junior..." she warns as he slides her a drink, but the idea that he should be careful dies on her lips before she can even believe it. "what are we drinking? and more importantly, what are we drinking to?"

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

"I'll keep that in mind." Junior laughs. "You look fucking out of this word tonight, Mimi." He muses as he reaches for his drink. He brings it up to his lips, taking a long sip of it as his eyes take her in. He isn't the most classy man in the world so when she says she would much rather him be himself... Well, at least he didn't have to worry about disappointing her. His tongue brushes along his lower lip as his head tilts to the side at her words. "Junior..." He breathes her name the way she did, a small smirk curving his features as he twirls the strand of her dark hair around his index finger as his gaze doesn't leave hers. "Do you like it when someone plays with your hair, Martinez?" He asks in a low tone of voice as he shifts closer to her. "Because I've been told I'm very good with my hands." He turns his head to look over the bartender. "I've been drinking whiskey's and we could drink to how gorgeous you look tonight." He smirks.

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

the moment the compliment leaves his lips, her own immediately pull up into a smirk, dimpled cheeks sucked in by the sheer thrill of it. “see?” mimi purrs, something catlike in her tone that borders on manipulative, but in a teehee way, not a patrick bateman way. “that wasn't so hard, was it?” her fingertip trails over his upper lip, (perhaps only a slight graduation from a pinch of the cheek), legs uncrossing and recrossing on the bar stool, something basic instinct about it, as she turns her focus to him. the air between them has shifted. she was right — he is on one — but if mimi’s the one who gets to reap the benefits of his restless energy, you won’t catch her complaining. her head presses into the heel of his palm at the contact, a cat’s nuzzle, spine arching as his hand tangles through her hair. nose wrinkling, she shakes her head to disagree, but her penchant for honesty betrays her. “love it.” affection in any form is welcomed, her love language, her undoing, and her thumb slides over his lower lip as he shifts closer, her thigh moving to slip between both of his on the bar stool. “but i’d prefer it if you pulled it.” her eyes catch his with a flash of something challenging. now he’s got her thinking. still, the urge to play hard to get coils like a snake in her gut. “yeah? mm hmm, okay romeo. musicians are meant to be good with their hands, and i still haven’t found one who can get me off.” somebody call shania twain, because mimi’s just found something else that don’t impress her much. “what makes you think you're any different?”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

junior breathes out a laugh, his gaze focusing on her instead of anything else around him. it was the perfect distraction from the urge to throw a punch or two. "i guess it wasn't," he murmurs. her fingertip trails over his upper lip and it has him shifting closer. he has to control the urge to tangle her hair between his finger as she leans into his hand. he still keeps his fingers there though, the tips of them digging against her scalp as he parts his lips slightly. "fuck," he mutters as he twirls the strands. "because musicians are drunks who don't know what their doin', mimi." he tilts his head down as he acts as if he's going to kiss her but instead avoids her lips and touches the spot under her earlobe. "you're never going to know if i'm different unless you take me for a ride."

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

oh, she’s got him alright. if it isn’t clear with the way he’s touching her, it’s clear with his breathy exhalation of fuck. it’s a sound that plucks at something inside of her, a sound that undresses her, so when his lips part she briefly slides her fingers inside his mouth, a teasing smile on her lips. “and i’m meant to believe you do know what you’re doing?” mimi asks, dragging her fingers back from his teeth. the game of it all is the most satisfying part — the push-pull of it, when she knows she wants it, and they want it, it’s just a matter of when and where. instinctively, her chin tilts when he lowers his mouth to hers, but her mouth meets only the air, his kiss instead pressed at the base of her jaw. “ugh. fuckin’ tease.” like mimi doesn’t love it. like she isn’t exactly the same. “why do i get the feeling that you’re like, super fuckin’ bad for me?” maybe because mimi's always been attracted to fickle, dangerous things, tends to choose the excitement of something rough and uninhibited over a safe, dependable love, despite her better instincts. her breath’s a little shallower, a lightness in her eyes that wasn’t there before when her fingers circle his wrist, drag his hand to her thigh, and slide it higher, let it disappear up beneath her skirt as her leg hooks itself around his. “not to be super fatboy slim, but are you suggesting right here, right now? because while yeah, fucking in public is super hot, i feel like you’ll get maximum two pumps before you’re cuffed on the spot for indecent exposure, which isn’t so hot.” holiday season has the main strip crawling with grouchy cops just waiting for some fuckup to make their day. “and unless you’re like, a two-pump prodigy, i feel like you’re gonna need longer than that to prove you’re not all talk.”

#mimi & junior.#mimi & junior 001.#⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse.#⥂ mimi martínez.╱ threads.

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ellecdc · 6 months

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Poly!Jegulus x Slytherin reader idea

So reader is one of the Slytherin chasers and she gets hurt on one of the Slytherin vs Gryffindor matches (maybe just a sprained wrist, or a concussion, whatever you prefer is good!) and imagine just the two captains losing their cool, its either funny or very chaotic or both, really just craving hurt and comfort

it's so funny because keke and I were talking about this dynamic not too long ago. I fiddled around with the positions etc, hope you don't mind! so glad to have you back mimi 🫶

poly!jegulus x fem!reader who plays keeper for the Slytherin team

It was very clear that Regulus was stressed. You knew he didn’t like having to call you up to play.

“Quidditch players play dirty, amour. Have you seen Barty out there?” he had urged you, earning him a roll of your eyes.

“Good thing I’m not playing against Barty then, huh?”

“Yeah, but you’re playing against the players that are playing against Barty; they’re going to go for blood.”

But this was your job as a reserve player. The Slytherin keeper had a case of mumblemumps and was currently on bedrest, meaning it was your turn to step onto the field.

Regulus had ‘double checked’ your equipment for the sixth time before you swatted him away.

“I’m okay, Reg. I’ve played before, yeah?”

Regulus sighed and looked into your eyes imploringly. “Do not take any unnecessary risks, okay? Especially against those animals.” He muttered.

You snorted a laugh. “You do realise we’re playing our boyfriend, yeah? The captain of those ‘animals’?”

Regulus levelled you with a glare. “Exactly.”

You opted to ignore Regulus’ worried ramblings in French and hyped yourself up for the game. Regulus had been hoping that the keeper would pull through in time for the game and was only willing to call you up a mere twenty minutes ago, meaning you hadn’t been mentally prepared for this.

Perhaps more importantly, neither had James

“WHAT IN THE BUGGERING FUCK IS SHE DOING OUT HERE!?” You heard James shout as he marched over to the Slytherin’s on the pitch, earning him a warning from Madame Hooch.

“Crawley is still in the infirmary.” You explained simply as James made it to you and began fussing with your equipment and uniform in much the same way Regulus had already.

“So what? He’s got swollen glands and a case of the mumbles, he can play sodding quidditch.” He muttered, tightening your elbow pads to almost painful lengths.

“Okay, James, enough.” You began shoving at him, but Regulus came to your defence.

“I’ve already done all that, James.” He sighed, sounding equally as disturbed about this as James did.

“I don’t like it. Maybe we should forfeit?” James mused aloud, earning him a horrified outcry from Marlene and Sirius.

“Like hell we’re forfeiting just because your girlfriend is playing, Prongs!” Sirius shouted at the same time as Marlene cried “I know she’s got a pretty face, but this is quidditch, Potter!”

“You never get this worked up over playing against Black, Potter.” Barty goaded from behind you, earning him a dark glare from Regulus.

“That’s because he’s busy looking for the snitch and well out of the action, Junior.” James sneered back before returning his eyes back to you. “Oh, my poor girl.”

You groaned and stepped away from the boys at that. “This is ridiculous, let’s sodding play!”

With an unnecessary amount of reluctance on his part, James stalked back off towards his team as everyone got into formation for the whistle.

The game was as fast-paced and intense as any game was against Slytherin and Gryffindor; the intense and deep-rooted rivalry causing the air to crackle with electricity.

As was predicted by anyone and everyone who knew Barty Crouch Junior, he was one lunatic of a beater, lobbing the bludgers at the opposing players with an unnecessary amount of force. The chasers on the other team seemed to be taking that in stride for the most part, save McLaggen who appeared to take each hit personally.

Any anxiety you had prior to the game melted away with the ease and familiarity of your broom beneath you and the rhythm of swatting quaffles away from your goal posts. Though James talked a big game of you being in “the thick of it”, keepers were the only players allowed within the vicinity of the goal posts, contributing to a certain amount of protection for those in your position.

Unfortunately, the seventh time McLaggen was hit by one of Barty’s bludgers seemed to be the undoing of this so-far fair-played game.

In a manner that seemed to be fueled by pure rage, McLaggen managed to bypass Barty and the other Slytherin beater, and beelined it for you. You would have been impressed by his skills and quick manoeuvres on his broom but you realised too late that he had nearly made it all the way over to you.

“Oi! Stay out of my zone!” You called at him, alerting the chaser’s presence to Barty.

With little more than a twist of his broom, Barty was barrelling his way towards you and aiming a bludger for McLaggen. You were slowly backing up towards your posts in an attempt to stay in position to block McLaggen’s quaffle whilst also trying to stay out of the way of his broom when he suddenly dropped altitude as soon as Barty’s bludger left his hand.

You looked down as he smiled up at you, realising too late what that meant for you.

Suddenly, your vision went black as the bludger made impact with the crown of your head, and you tasted iron as the wind ripped violently through your hair.

You could hear shouting and swearing, suddenly aware that you no longer had your broom under you; you were freefalling.

Still without sight, you had only seconds to brace yourself before you made impact with the hard ground below you.

Your lungs were being squeezed by a large fist within your chest and your ears were ringing something fierce.

There was warmth; warmth on your head, by your ear, trailing down your neck. It felt good against the wind that had accosted you moments earlier.

There was pressure at your collar bone, and deep within your chest.

The pressure became too much.

You took a gaping breath and with that, the ringing in your ears made way for the chaos surrounding you to permeate your consciousness.

“Okay, okay. Okay, good; good job amour, keep breathing. You’re okay, okay? Okay, you’re okay.” You heard Regulus chant, his voice taut with emotions. “Breathe amour, breathe.”

You took a few more gasping breaths and tore your eyes open, realising then that the lack of sight wasn’t due to inability, but rather your body’s unwillingness.

“Hi, hi amour. You’re okay.” Regulus said breathlessly, his eyes scanning between the two of yours before flitting up to something above you.

Your hearing was still fuzzy but you could hear something happening out of your line of sight.

“Yelling.” You choked out, coughing through the pain of having had the wind knocked out of your mere moments ago.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, MCLAGGEN? THE KEEPER ZONES ARE OFF FUCKING LIMITS.”

“It’s okay, amour. Don’t worry about that, just keep breathing for me, okay?” Regulus urged, placing a gentle hand on the juncture of your neck and shoulder causing you to wince in pain.

“Mr. Potter, you need to calm down.” Madame Hooch could be heard from behind you.

“I’ll do no such thing! He fucking orchestrated that! YOU LET YOUR BEATERS TAKE CARE OF OTHER BOTHERSOME BEATERS! YOU’VE BEEN PLAYING QUIDDITCH FOR SODDING YEARS, YOU KNOW WHAT JUNIOR IS LIKE.”

“Oi! Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“You’re off the team. You’re DONE. Get the fuck out of my sight.”

You heard what sounded like McLaggen storm off towards the locker rooms as Madame Hooch let out a sigh.

“The game is a draw, Slytherin is forced to forfeit with no keeper. Everyone off the pitch.” She droned in monotone.

“Jamie.” You whimpered, your sinuses suddenly swelling painfully.

“Hey! Hey babylove, I’m here.” He said quickly, quietly, gently; his voice a dramatic change from the way he’d been speaking to his team moments ago.

“I’m okay.” You stated, though it sounded more like a question with the way your voice tilted upwards at the end.

“Of course you are, you’re such a strong girl.” He agreed readily, offering you a sad smile. You chuckled self-deprecatingly and lifted your hand to wipe your tears as they trailed into your hairline, grimacing when your hand came back bloody.

“Just a bump, yeah?” James said lightly, causing Regulus to sniffle.

“I think she hurt her collarbone too.” He whispered as if speaking any louder would cause his voice to break and the tears to fall.

“Okay, alright.” James said as Madame Pomfrey arrived with a gurney. “Head injury and possibly injured collarbone.” He relayed to the matron.

“Thank you, Mr. Potter. Mr. Black, I’ll take over now; please step aside.”

But Regulus didn’t seem able to let go.

“Mr. Black.”

“Come on, Reggie. We’ll follow her up, yeah?” James tried gently, pulling at Regulus’ shoulder so that the matron could levitate you onto the gurney.

“We’re right behind you, okay sweetheart?” James called after you as he held Regulus to his side, and you let unconsciousness pull at you with the knowledge that they were following you back to the castle.

“I’m going to fucking kill him, Pads. I’m going to skin him alive and put his head on a spike on the Gryffindor stadium.”

You heard Sirius chuckle at the sound of James’ dramatics, though he never bothered to argue with his mate.

“How is it that you’re such a lover boy and my brother is such a gremlin; but anything happens to her and the two of you trade personalities?” Sirius taunted. You heard a shuffle, a grunt, and then an ‘oi!’ before the sound of Remus’ voice permeated the infirmary.

“Alright, alright. Pads, get off your brother.”

“And then, and then! I’m going to mail his ear to his mother with a note saying “you raised a fucking wanker”.” James continued as if no one had said a word.

“Y/N?” You heard Remus ask, causing the shuffling of your boyfriend and his brother, and the musings of your other boyfriend to come to a halt as they waited with bated breath for you to open your eyes.

“There she is.” James sighed in relief as his eyes met yours, his smile only at a fraction of its usual wattage, though it was still enough to brighten up the grim infirmary.

“Hi.” You croaked, wincing as your stretch was impeded by a sling on your arm.

“No, don’t.” Regulus whispered, brushing your elbow with a touch that was barely there. “Madame Pomfrey reset your collarbone, you’ll be in the sling for a few weeks.” He explained.

“Gives us all the more of an excuse to fuss over you, yeah?” James offered, clearly trying to keep spirits up.

Though you knew James was likely just as worked up about your injury as Regulus currently was (if not more, if his threats of murder and mutilation were anything to go off of), he was making an effort to be strong for both of your sake’s.

“Reggie, I’m okay.” You pressed, taking Regulus’ hand in yours that wasn’t currently pressed to your side.

“I know.” He whispered back.

“So are you.”

Regulus’ face crumpled at that and he slowly lowered his head to rest on your abdomen.

“Glad to see you up and at’em, Y/N.” Rem smiled at you as Sirius shot you a wink before patting Regulus on the shoulder and leaving the three of you some privacy.

“Reggie, babe.” James murmured, moving to stand behind Regulus and rub at his shoulders soothingly. “You’re going to get tears and snot all over our poor girl’s jumper.”

“Sod off.” Regulus mumbled into your stomach, causing you and James to chuckle.

Regulus’ head popped up at that, and he looked at you shyly from red rimmed eyes behind black curls falling over his forehead.

“You promise me you’re okay?” He whispered, rubbing his thumb back-and-forth over your knuckles.

You nodded and offered him a small smile.

Regulus sighed and sat up, rubbing at his face. “Good.” He said simply as he stood.

“I’ve got a Gryffindor to kill.”

He placed a gentle kiss to your temple and stalked out of the infirmary before your horrified glance moved to James who stood passively at the end of your bed.

“James!?” You asked, gesturing with your good arm towards the entrance.

James shook his head and waved you off. “Don’t worry; Pad’s and Moony are on watch out there. We knew once you woke up he’d be on a warpath.”

You let out a surprised laugh as James casually took Regulus’ vacated seat beside you and picked up your good hand.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Just sore.” You offered with a nod.

“Well, I don’t like that you got hurt, but I do like getting to take care of you.” He said salaciously, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You shared a soft smile with James before you heard screeching.

“I need a healer!”

James brows furrowed as he turned to see 1) McLaggen holding a jumper to his face leaving a trail of blood droplets behind him and 2) Regulus, Sirius, and Remus walking back towards your bed far too nonchalantly for your liking.

“You were supposed to stop him!” James shouted at Sirius as he gestured to Regulus.

Sirius smirked. “Oh, we did.”

James let out a surprised scoff. “Then how’d he manage to maim McLaggen?”

“I didn’t have to.” Regulus replied simply, sitting on the end of your bed and pulling your feet into his lap as he massaged them through the blankets. “Barty got to him first.”

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facts-i-just-made-up · 3 months

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Name every breed of dog

There are about 200 breeds of dog, and I hereby name them James, Becca, Donovan, Martin, Nagisa, Carl, Karl, Justin, Kale, Ratso, Mina, Jessica, Benji, Ani, Umma, Verys, David, Duluth, Chroma, Flip, Claire, Alessa, Alessa-Jin, Mona, Billie, Emily, Beth, Dun-Xi, Vessico, Clementine, Ratricia, Chico, Cheech, Helmina, Orlando, Aria, Vulluset, Paprika, Anna, Lemmy, Kwan, Millie, Pim, Pine, Reileigh, Ginger, Artie, Bei, Booberella, Clancy, Lambert, Nina, Lila, Gene, Lynda, Mim, Clarissa, Gustavus, Rya, Urvashi, Dee, Dina, Zhao, Marti-Hawk, Polonaise, Frida, Lima, Larry, Plin, Leeza, Sinan, Delger, Abagail, Bashir, Jupiter, José, Fritz, Sheila, Maria, Malu, Rod, Jon, Ethan, Clarice, Nickel, Ligaya, Sibyl, Frampt, Toi, Gimli, Hibiscus, Barry, Carrie, Mimi-Lou, Vladimir, Katjuk, Flynn, Perrin, Rosemary, Tanino, Sid, Florence, Carmilla, Carmello, Reese, Laura, Lana, Delia, Quince, Kim, Djimon, Bay, Mu, Neil, Krani, Mamu, Namu, Nemo, Neelix, Mac, Den, Medina, Tessa-Kwali, Alfonse, Geoffrey, Masamune, Schmelgert, Arturo, Ricki-Rak, Rico, Tenne, Santos, Emilia, Despereaux, Pete, Phillipe, Squalene, Bill, Kate, Roman, Sally, Bertha, Dru, Ridley, Amelie, Val, Alejandro, Hans, Jean, Mustafa, Kevin, Kev, Ina, Ima, Pinesol, Ernesto, Arnoldine, Bernadine, Homer, Tomoyuki, Clitmondine, Nolan, Michaela, Brainerd, Everly, Szandor, Cosine, Morris, Jamie, Jamie but the other pronunciation, Xan, Gyatso, Kiara, Pontius, Ali, Momo, Junior, Tootsie, Mel, Dustin, Xavier, Mello, Spike, Petra, Dean, Tasha, Guenevere, Jock, Huston, Dwayne, Dominique, Sanchita, Padma, Lola, Golmandine, Gilda, Flemina, Billy-Bob, and Glen.

#dog #dogs #names

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littletism · 4 months

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keywords to use when looking for fun child-friendly games on flashpoint!꒰› ω ‹ ꒱☆〜

for those unaware, flashpoint is a program you can download onto your pc that has thousands of flash games from all around the web archived into one program! i have a tutorial on how to download it here!

always remember to stick to the OFFICIALLY LICENSED games! not that the third party games are bad or dangerous, but theyre just generally of a lower quality and not as fun. my favorite keywords list is under the cut!

MIMI'S FAV FLASHPOINT GAME KEYWORDS

nick jr (has everything from dora to blues clues to the fresh beat band and everything else in between!!)

nickelodeon (has fun lego games, avatar/korra games, spongebob, and even games from classic 90s nick shows!)

hasbro (barbies games, my little pony games (g3 and g4), littlest pet shop games, NERF games, marvel games, transformers games, etc!)

noggin (not a whole ton of games because most noggin games got moved to nick jr, but a lot of games that didn't survive the switch were oobi games, miffy games, maisy games, and a couple moose & zee games!)

disney (a big range of age demographics in this one! plenty of disney junior, disney channel, and classic disney movies games!)

cartoon network (this ones for a slightly older demographic, 8-12 i'd say! lots of classic and modern CN show games to choose from here!! the naruto games were my fav as a kid)

GirlsGoGames (a classic site for sure!! lots of fun dressup games and stereotypically "girly" games!)

PBS (so many cute games!! clifford, arthur, mr roger/daniel tiger, etc!!)

sesame street (pretty self explanatory here! i love these games :])

polly pocket (a few unlicensed low quality games in the results here, make sure to play the real ones!)

sprout (kinda like noggin, these are a lot of the games that didn't survive the switch to PBS kids! mainly bob the builder, a couple sesame street games, and thomas the tank engine)

HiT entertainment (some more bob the builder and thomas games, fireman sam, and some really cute microsites [pingu, thomas & angelina ballerina])

american greetings (really cute care bears games, and some games from rarer/forgotten 2000s shows like holly hobbie and maryoku yummy! [I LOVED BOTH])

hubworld .com (basically a part 2 of hasbro. more mlp games, lps games, transformers games, etc!)

mattel (more barbie, polly pocket, hot wheels games plus a ton more from other mattel franchises, including some fisher price games for very young ones!)

some general flashpoint tips

make sure explicit content is turned off! you can do this in the config tab. if you have explicit content turned on, adult games can show up in searches (especially if you search stuff like my little pony)

avoid games that are from newgrounds, deviantart, etc. those games can be violent, gorey, or suggestive, and can pop up even if the explicit content is turned off

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honkytonk-hangman · 17 days

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Water Like a Stone (3/?)

[Orm Marius x Reader]

Summary: Exiled on land and taken in by Tom Curry at the Lighthouse, Orm is introduced to family friend and Marine Park Ranger Grace, a woman unafraid of swimming with sharks and whose job it is to care for the Amnesty coastline... How is he not to adore her.

Warnings: Language, sexual references, mentions of almost drowning? Reader is named, but it shouldn't come up too often, it just makes it easier to write xxx

Notes: This is set post The Lost Kingdom, and is a slight AU given that in this story Atlantis hasn't yet come forward to the world. This is my first time writing for Orm, I hope you enjoy it!! TY to @hangmanssunnies you are my ROCK!!!!!!!

Word Count: 5.5k

Arthur grins at Orm from across the room. Orm, for his part, ignores him.

“Grace’s really got you domesticated, huh?” he says, grinning wider when the seal pup in his brother’s arms fusses, and Orm shushes her. The blond looks up at his brother, and glares.

“Stop disturbing her, she’s meant to be feeding,” he scolds, turning back to the pup swaddled in his arms like a baby. He adjusts the bottle in his fingers.

“You know, when dad asked me if we had any leftover baby bottles, I was hoping that meant Junior would be getting a playmate,” Arthur tells him jovially.

Orm looks up at him sharply, and frowns.

“He does have a playmate. Mimi,” he nods at the seal in his arms, her round little body nestled in a towel. Arthur chortles, and nods.

“Yeah, she’s definitely a friendly little thing. Who came up with ‘Mimi’, anyway?” Arthur asks, his voice giving away how ridiculous he found the name. Orm straightens some and fixes his brother with a stern look.

“Grace did,” he tells him, his tone even, as if to let his brother know that he’s ready to defend your choice should he have more to say.

Arthur puts his hands up as if in surrender, but he snickers still.

“Mimi,” he says under his breath. Orm ignores him, and focuses on Mimi again as she finishes off the bottle in his hand, and wiggles impatiently.

“There, perhaps that will stop your mewling,” Orm faux complains, readying himself to plop the seal back on the ground when Arthur starts.

“What are you doing man? You have to burp her!”

Orm looks at his brother with a squint, his lips pursing.

“She’s a seal, she does not need to be ‘burped’,” he argues back, but Arthur is already standing, already in front of him, and already holding out his hands. Orm frowns up at him, and hesitates, but before he can make any choice, Arthur has leant down and plucked the pup from his hands. Orm watches as his brother adjusts the towel to hang over his shoulder, manoeuvring Mimi to rest against it.

He pats her back gently, even as the brat continues to wiggle. Orm stands too, unsure of himself, and wishing to be at hand should Mimi require freeing from his brother’s clutches, but before he can ask Arthur to place her down, she lets out a tiny, hearty little belch.

Orm and Arthur stare at one another. They both open their mouths, but neither gets to speak as a creaking from the doorway catches both their attention and they turn to find Tom, phone camera raised.

“Smile!” Tom says.

Arthur grins wide and gives a thumbs up. Orm frowns. The picture is taken and Orm blinks hurriedly, but turns back to Arthur and takes the seal from him, letting her down to scoot her way over to curl around Tom’s feet and bonk her head against his shins. “Now if you two are done getting on each other's nerves, help me bring the groceries in.”

The brothers comply in relatively friendly silence, making their way out to the car, where the trunk has already been opened. Mimi follows, and only manages to get under their feet once or twice, which is the best Orm could ask for, still, he smiles a little when Arthur almost trips. He accepts two heavy bags from his brother, but finds even though he turned to leave first, Arthur has fallen into step beside him quickly anyway.

“So…” Arthur begins, adjusting a package of toilet paper under arm. “How is Grace?” he asks. Orm sniffs a little, but relaxes himself almost immediately. Despite all evidence, he knows Arthur isn’t trying to get under his skin. The teasing is to be expected, natural even, but he calms, knowing Arthur does not ask for any reason other than to be pleasant.

“She is well,” Orm tells him, and oddly finds that contrary to his natural way of keeping his private affairs private, it isn’t hard for him to want to gush about you. “We have been in one another’s company for two months now,” he goes on, pausing for a moment before continuing. “I believe she is happy.”

Arthur, despite the bags in his hands, and the package under his arm, somehow manages to clap him on the shoulder.

“That’s sick, bro. Grace is great, you deserve somebody like that.”

Orm hums, unsure how to respond to that statement.

“Hey, did she ever tell you we went on a date once?” Arthur asks then, more mischief in his voice than before. Orm smiles, a little wickedly, but he looks over at his brother and nods.

“Oh, yes. She did not speak very highly of it,” Orm tells him as they ascend the steps and enter the kitchen door.

“What? Man, come on,” Arthur complains, but is quickly directed by their mother to place the bags on the table, and stow the toilet paper in the laundry.

“Atlanna tells me you gifted Grace a necklace the other day,” Mera lights up when she sees Orm. She stands by the windows, Junior perched on her hip and she bounces him ever so slightly. Orm passes by her to deposit his own bags, and side eyes her evenly as he does.

“I do not remember asking my mother to share such information,” he says pointedly, a little louder than necessary so that his mother, who had busied herself in the pantry can hear. As he passes Mera once more, he uses one of his now free hands to smooth over the top of Junior’s hair.

At the boy's soft little cooing, Orm stops, and raises his other hand so that he may cup Junior’s cheeks, chubby, and pink, and briefly mush them gently. Junior lets out a soft squeal and kicks his feet, using his fat little fingers to grasp and curl around Orm’s own hands. Pulling away, Junior fumbles to stay latched on to his uncle’s pointer, to which Orm shakes it faux warningly in his direction.

“Does she even know what that means?” Arthur asks then, reappearing from the laundry with a slight frown. Despite himself, Orm feels a flush form on his skin, and he wills it to leave.

“She will. I will tell her when the time is right,” Orm quickly says, wishing the conversation to be over. Atlanna pokes her head out of the pantry.

“Grace doesn’t know yet that we aren’t humans,” she explains.

Arthur makes a face, but before Orm can respond, his brother whistles as if the conversation should be over. Orm finds that he’s rather thankful.

“Speaking of not being human, Tylo wanted to see you.” Arthur tells him, clicking his fingers. Orm pushes off the counter he’d come to rest against and perks up.

“He’s out in the bay now?” he asks.

“Well, I told him to wait a bit deeper than that, but yeah,” Arthur tells him.

“You wanna go see him?”

“You’re gonna tell Grace soon right?” Arthur asks, a small amount of concern entering his voice. Orm knew he wasn’t lucky enough to have this conversation just be over. The two brothers trudge up the shore, Orm only glancing behind him briefly when he hears Mimi slap up onto the surface behind them.

“I do not enjoy keeping anything from her, I will tell her soon,” Orm assures his brother quietly. Arthur grunts.

“She’s too smart, and if I’m honest brother,” he begins, stopping briefly to turn to Orm as they reach the crest of the small hill they’d climbed. “If she already likes you, I wouldn't worry about the rest.”

Orm stops to face Arthur, and frowns at him.

“Thank you… I think.”

Arthur grins at him, and claps him on the shoulder. Orm grunts a little, but gives his brother a grim smile. Mimi begins vocalising then, barking happily as she squeezes herself between their legs and hurries forth to the grassy lawn outside the lighthouse. Orm hums lowly at her as she goes, frowning once again.

“What’s got into her?” Arthur asks, dropping his hand from the blond’s back. Orm follows Mimi with his eyes, before quickly straightening up and turning away from his brother entirely.

“Grace is here,” he says absently, no longer paying any mind to the man beside him, finding himself following quickly after the seal pup. Behind him, Arthur makes a whooping noise, and vaguely, Orm hears him begin to trot after, making a sound he assumes to be that of a whip.

Orm ignores him.

By the time he reaches you, you’re sitting on the blanket he assumes had been laid out by his mother, across from Mera. You have Junior in your arms, and you coo at him sweetly. When Mimi reaches you, the brat attempts to crawl up into your lap too, and although you acknowledge her with a swift pet of your hand over her head, you do your best to keep the seal away from the baby.

You don’t notice him, until he’s stepping right up beside you, and gathering Mimi in his arms.

“Orm!” you say with a slight shock to your voice. Orm’s eyes haven’t left you since he first spotted you, and while crouched beside you, he leans in, with only a small amount of hesitation, knowing his mother and Mera sit right there, but regardless, he presses his lips to your cheek, earning a small sound of approval from you as he does.

“I had not expected to see you today,” he says, releasing Mimi as you let Mera take Junior back from you and you attempt to stand. Immediately, Orm straightens and offers you his hand, which you take gratefully, and allow him to help you up. He doesn’t release your hand, which makes you smile shyly at him, but he holds fast and steps slightly away from the blanket, gently guiding you with him.

“Grace!” Arthur interrupts just as you open your mouth to speak. You break your gaze with Orm, and smile politely as Arthur approaches. “Long time no see, chickie!” Arthur says, pulling you in by the shoulders. Your hand is pulled from Orm’s, and you fluster a little, but after a moment you hug Arthur back.

“Hey, what have you been saying about our date back in the day!?” Arthur asks suddenly then, pulling back from you and crossing his arms over his chest, almost intimidatingly. Orm’s heckles rise a little, but they’re calmed almost as soon as he registers Arthur’s words, and a sly grin takes its place on his face. You frown and cock your head. The taller man bucks his chin at the blond, but keeps his eyes on you. “Orm says you thought it was bad!” he faux complains. Orm’s smile widens. You look confused between the two brothers, though your eyes catch on Orm’s grin and the glint in his eyes.

“I never said anything like that,” you say slowly, realisation dawning on both you and Arthur, and you snort in amusement. Orm lets out a short, low chortle at the look on his brother’s face and you step back toward him and elbow him softly in his side. Your own smile takes on an impish quality, and you glance back at Arthur.

“If I’m honest, I don’t remember it much at all,” you tell him slyly, which only makes Orm scoff good naturedly.

“That is more damning than anything I implied,” Orm chuckles, slipping his hand down your still crooked elbow to take up your hand once more. Arthur glares. “If you would excuse us, brother,” the blond says then, sidestepping his brother and once more guiding you several steps away.

“Can you believe that guy?” You hear Arthur ask as both Mera and Atlanna hush him, and he sits down on the blanket, and begins cooing at his son.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks, knowing it’s much too formal, especially at this point in your relationship, but also knowing that you quite like his formal tendencies.

“I wanted to ask you something,” you say, turning your hand over in his to link your fingers. Orm looks down at your joined hands briefly, and his lips quirk up at the corner of his mouth.

“Anything,” he says, and once upon a time he would have scolded himself for replying as such and so quickly, but here and now, he allows himself the chance to be besotted.

You smile at him, clearly taken by his words, and any of his remaining restraint takes its leave of him.

“My father and I usually take a trip out in the bay once or twice a month, he called today and we’re going to go tomorrow,” you tell him, your eyes briefly flickering out to the water, and it’s such a simple thing, but Orm can’t help but feel his heart beat a little heavier in his chest at the clear adoration and joy in your gaze. “I thought maybe you’d like to come.”

The wind blows between you, dislodging some of your hair, which you quickly brush back. Orm watches, enchanted by you, and perhaps for the first time being struck by the thought that he’s glad to have been exiled to the surface, glad that he has the chance to experience such wind, experience the way it serves to highlight things about you he never might have known had he lived his entire life below the water’s surface.

“I would be honoured to accompany you both,” he tells you, not realising how his grip on your hand has tightened. You startle a little, as if you hadn’t expected him to accept your offer.

“Great!” You say excitedly, bopping up on your heels for a moment. Orm’s lips only widen in their smile, and he nods. “Well, we’ll meet you down by the docks in town at around nine,” you say.

“I look forward to it immensely,” Orm says, a light and airy feeling filling his chest at the prospect. You grin at him, but a moment later you blink rapidly and your smile drops a little.

“… My father can be a little strange, so you’ll have to forgive him for that,” you say, sounding a little nervous. Orm can’t help the chuckle that bubbles out of him at that.

“I am also strange, am I not?”

You laugh as well, and you squeeze his hand.

“You are, but in a different way,” you say, still smiling, but a small frown creasing your brows. Orm can’t help but recall his brother’s words from only a short while ago, of you being too smart to keep in the dark for much longer. His skin itches uncomfortably as he’s more aware of his dishonesty now than he normally feels cognisant of, and he doesn’t like it.

The moment Orm meets Captain Havelock’s eyes, his blood runs cold. Your father looks him over in one swift glance, before meeting his eye again, and Orm feels a sickening feeling settle in his stomach.

He knows.

“Dad!” you say happily as you release Orm’s hand and step forward to where your father waits on the docks, beside the gangway that’s set up. Captain Havelock swivels his gaze away from Orm and to you, where his thick beard twitches and beneath the neatly groomed fuzz, a small smile appears. The pulled tautness of his eyebrows doesn’t disappear, however, despite the sinking feeling Orm has, he gets the distinct impression that is just your father’s face.

“Gracie,” Captain Havelock says gruffly, quickly wrapping you up in a tight bear hug. Orm swallows as you pull back, and your father adjusts to place his hands on his belt, his smile gone now, and he nods in Orm’s direction.

“Whose this, then?” he asks, voice almost entirely unreadable. Orm startles just a little, and despite everything in his body telling him to dive for the water, he steps forward as you gesture for him to do so.

“Dad, this is Orm. Orm, my father,” you introduce simply. Neither man makes to move at first, and Orm practically squirms under the sailor’s intense gaze.

“Call me Phillip,” your father eventually says simply, leaning forward and outstretching his hand. Orm nods, and quickly takes up the offered hand, shaking it firmly. Your father grunts, and after peering at him a moment too long, he nods at Orm.

Despite the cold feeling in his blood, oddly, the reaction seems to assure him. He searches his mind for anything he knows of human sailing culture, and jerks his head in the direction of the boat.

“Permission to come aboard?” he asks awkwardly. His eyes cut across to you just behind your father, and although you smile wide in amusement, you say nothing, your own eyes trailing up to your father, who’s grip on his hand tightens ever so slightly and he shakes it one last time, before he uses his free hand to clap Orm’s shoulder in a friendly manner. Before he releases him, Captain Havelock leans in slightly.

“Did Grace tell you that?” he asks. Orm shakes his head. “Good man, come aboard.”

Your father turns on his heel then and stalks heavily up the gangway and onto the modestly sized boat. You come to his side then, and pat his arm, shooting him an almost sympathetic smile, tinged with amusement.

“He likes you,” you say assertively, taking the hand Orm offers to you as you too mount the walkway, and move confidently over the bridge. Orm frowns and purses his lips.

“I am not so sure of that,” he says, mostly to himself, and follows you when you beckon.

Orm watches on as you and your father work in quiet unison to get ready to make off. He feels a little useless, but follows the tasks curiously with his eyes. He’s watching you lean over the boat to grasp at the mooring line when he perks up and steps around a large tack box in the middle of the small aft deck, placing his hands briefly at your sides to let you know he is there, and allowing you to step away. Orm reaches over and easily unties the knot around the docking post, his muscle memory from his duties at the lighthouse taking over as he begins to wind the rope up neatly.

“Hang it there,” you tell him, pointing to a hook on the inside of the boat, and he obeys, dusting his hands off once he’s done. Looking up, and around at the craft, Orm pauses when from inside the large covered cabin, he spies your father watching him intently, the other man not bothering to look away or act as though he had been doing anything else as the two make eye contact.

Instead, Captain Havelock siddles himself out of the fastened open door, and nods at the two of you.

“Ready to make sail?” he asks, and with an affirmative from the both of you, he returns back inside, and after only a few more moments of lingering by the pier, the boat's engines kick in, and you begin to move.

Orm comes to a quick conclusion that he enjoys being on a boat. It takes him a moment to gain his steadiness, but he finds it not unlike being beneath the waves, and the way Atlanteans are able to stabilise themselves despite the currents and the movement of the water around them. The salty air around him is familiar in a strange way, and despite the ‘foul weather’ (as Tom had called it earlier), he also enjoys the way the sea spits up and splashes against the sides of the boat as you cruise further and further away from the land.

“Why are you nervous?” you ask sometime later, exiting the cabin to find him where he stands on the back deck, looking out over the sea. Orm turns to you, hands clasped behind his back, but before he can unwind a hand to hold out for you, you sidle up to his side and wrap both your hands around his bicep, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. Orm straightens a little, making sure he stands steady for you, and looks back out at the water.

“Your father is not an unintimidating man, and he is your father,” he says truthfully, fighting against all instincts that tell him not to admit such a thing to you.

You chortle softly and lift your head briefly to kiss the top of his arm. He looks down at you, raising an eyebrow, but watches you as you rest your head once more against him.

“I am waiting for the moment in which he gives me, as Arthur called it, ‘the third degree’,” he says. You laugh again, and squeeze his arm a little, running your fingers up and over it.

“That’s not going to happen. You asked to come aboard his boat, trust me,” you tell him. Orm lets out a small scoff, and you lift your head again, this time manoeuvring around to his front, sliding yourself between him and the back of the boat, slipping both your hands up his arms and over his shoulders, before wrapping them around his neck.

“My dad isn’t like that. He’s had to leave for weeks at a time for work throughout my life, he trusts me, he trusts my opinion, and my opinion is that I like you,” you say, and despite this information not being exactly news to him, he feels his heart beat a little faster in his chest anyway. He unclasps his hands at last, and rests them lightly at your waist, smoothing his thumbs up and down over your thick knit sweater. “So his opinion is that he likes you too,” you tell him.

Orm hums, unconvinced, and looks up over your head briefly, before lowering his chin once more to meet your gaze. You roll your eyes some and shrug your head to the side. “Besides,” you say. “He’s the one who gave me my big knife,” you tell him, your voice dipping lower. His hands tighten a little around your middle and your lips curl upwards at his immediate reaction. “I can handle myself if you decide to mess me around,” you say.

Orm does not even give thought to the idea, instead he dips his head forward even more, almost so your faces touch.

“You know how I feel about that knife,” he says, brushing the tip of his nose over yours. You laugh, and kip up on your toes slightly to press a soft, short kiss to his lips. It's over much too soon for his liking, and when you pull away, he can’t help but chase you, resting his forehead against your own. “But I will defer to your opinion on such matters,” he says quietly, his eyes still fixed on your lips, and his voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” you say simply, removing your hands from around his neck to cup his cheeks. He can’t help but lean into your touch, comforting as it is for him.

The boat slows, before eventually coming to a stop, and heavy footsteps from behind him make you both break apart slightly, to look over at your father, where he stands now in the doorway of the cabin.

“Orm,” he says roughly, almost barking it out. “Would you like to steer the boat?”

Orm looks back down at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise, and you remove your hands from where they’d come to rest against his collarbones, to tap his arms in encouragement.

“I told you so,” you say. “He never lets anyone drive his boat.”

You watch as your father and Orm disappear into the cabin, but quickly you turn your head back out to the waves all around you, scanning the water. The weather may have been overcast and rainy, but it was beautiful out in the bay all the same. You smile when you feel the boat lurch a little, before it begins to move at a steady, slow pace, and you lean against the railing of the aft deck to watch the water.

Normally on these trips you take with your father, you’d expect to see Khan. He recognised your father’s boat, and you would often get updates from him about your finned friend when your father took tourists or the like out, and he’d assure them not to worry about the tiger shark trailing behind them. Sometimes, he’d even throw a fish or two back out to him.

You don’t see Khan, in fact you don’t seem to see any of the sea life you normally would expect to find in water this deep, and you hum to yourself, finally pushing off the railing to return inside. You pause upon entering, finding Orm and your father with their backs to you, Orm’s hands firmly set on the wheel, your father standing beside him, neither speaking, both simply staring out at the ocean ahead. You scoff internally, and roll your eyes.

Of course they’d get along. You knew they would. They were different stripes of strange, but they were both strange nonetheless, and it brings a smile to your face.

“Hey Dad,” you interrupt whatever it is they have going on in here, and your father turns his head back to you, not yet taking his eyes off the water, however. “Have you seen Khan out there today?” you ask. Your father grumbles and shakes his head. He points off to the left, and silently you watch as Orm gently turns the wheel in his hands to follow the wordless direction. You roll your eyes again.

“I haven’t seen the king in several days,” he says to you. Orm’s head twitches slightly to the side, but it’s as if he resists looking away from his work.

“Haven’t seen many fish, either, mind you,” he goes on after a few seconds. You frown.

“What? Really? In this season?” you ask, intrigued. Your father turns back to you at last, standing side on to look between you and the water ahead of the boat.

“Aye… Mighty strange,” he says, gaining a conspiratorial edge to his voice. “Almost as if something bigger has come up closer into the bay. Scaring ‘em all off…”

“Something bigger?” Orm asks, finally looking away from the water to frown at your father.

You watch them, almost appearing to have a silent conversation as they stare at one another, and you almost expect Orm to say something more, but you cock your head when he blinks rapidly, and suddenly looks away. You shake your head. Strange, you think.

Orm clears his throat, and his shoulders square up.

“Well whatever it is, it probably wouldn’t stay in water this shallow for very long,” he says. Your father stares intensely at the side of his face, and you ready yourself to tell him to cut it out.

“Aye, is that so?” he asks. Orm glances back over at him, seemingly anxious, meeting your fathers eye and nodding once.

“That’s what I would imagine,” Orm replies, uncomfortably, and you at last step forward, gaining your father’s attention and giving him a stern look. He lightens up almost immediately, but grunts and turns back to the water.

“We’ll stop over here, see if the lines have any luck.”

Orm returns to the lighthouse in the dying evening light, a parcel of trout and striped bass in his hands. He feels a strange mixture of lightness and heaviness swirling around his chest, and he’s glad Tom and Arthur are both sitting at the kitchen table when he enters, closing the backdoor softly behind him.

“How’d it go?” Arthur sing-songs. Orm gently rests the parcel of fish meat on the table and purses his lips.

“He knows. About me. About us,” he says grimly. Tom only lets out a short, sharp chuckle, drawing the blond’s attention, and he frowns at the older man.

“I imagine he does,” he says, as if that is supposed to make him feel better. Arthur only nods along.

“How?” Orm tries not to grind out.

Tom shifts in his seat, pulling out the one beside him, and after only a moment of pause, Orm huffs, and sits down.

“Man spent years at sea, if he didn’t pick up a thing or two about the truth, I’d be worried,” he says lightly, before shrugging his shoulders, conceding. “Besides… he told me a story many years ago, said he fell off a ship once, started sinking real deep in all his gear… but was saved by a man who swam up from the depths, took him back to the surface, then disappeared… tell me that doesn’t sound like an Atlantean, or what-have-you.”

Orm flattens his lips and frowns even deeper.

“Grace never told me that,” he says, wishing he had been able to hear the story from you. Arthur waves his hands and takes a sip of the beer set in front of him.

“She probably wouldn’t. Humans get judgy about stuff like that, and Grace is a Ranger,” he says. “She probably just wants to keep the ‘professional’ trust folks around here have in her. You start talking about mermaids or whatever,” he makes a poof’ing noise and motion with his hands. Orm looks to Tom, who nods solemnly.

Orm startles then and looks back at Arthur.

“He knew Tylo had been out in the bay,” he says hurriedly. “He said ‘something big’ had been scaring off Khan and all the fish, you must make sure he retreats deeper!” Orm tells him firmly. Arthur’s face perks up into a wide grin and he leans forward.

“Khan’s still coming by? Man, I love that guy,” he says, ignoring the point of what his brother is telling him.

“Arthur–” Orm begins again, trying to sound stern, and reasonable, but Arthur only rolls his eyes and waves his hand again.

“I sent him back off to Atlantis this afternoon, stop worrying!” he says. Orm frowns deeper and purses his lips. “Besides,” Arthur goes on. “Maybe all this will finally get you to tell Grace the truth,” he shrugs.

Orm lets out an annoyed grumble and sits back in his chair.

“Why are you so concerned with how I handle my relationship?!” he asks, sounding a little more aggressive and angry than he really means to. Arthur shrugs again, still smiling, clearly pleased with himself for getting under his brother’s skin.

“Just think, no more lying, no more–”

“–I have never lied to Grace,” he growls, offended at the mere idea of doing so. Arthur’s smile falls some and he leans forward, matching Orm’s own aggression now.

“But you haven’t told her the truth, either, have you?” he bites back. Orm has really no recourse for that, and he snarls. “You can’t talk to her, really talk to her about your life, who you are. She won’t ever really know you,” Arthur says angrily. “And the longer you keep it from her, the worse it will be!”

Orm stands suddenly, as does Arthur, but neither man has the opportunity to act or say any more, as their mother appears in the doorway, hands on her hips and with danger in her eyes.

“Arthur! Enough!” she says, and both men are immediately cowed. “Your brother is capable of making his own judgments, and we will not have this discussion again, do you hear?”

A beat of silence passes between the two men, with Arthur huffing under his breath and taking his seat once more. Orm stays standing, but calms himself. He fixes his brother with a piercing look.

“My past is not an easy thing for me to wish to discuss… with anyone, let alone Grace. But I would not keep it from her, she has a right to know who I am, and what I’ve done,” he says heavily. Arthur stares at the table for a moment, before lifting his eyes to meet his brother. “And at that point I imagine she will make a choice to be with me or leave me,” he goes on, sucking in a deep breath. “And I am not ignorant of that fact.”

With that, Orm leaves the dining room entirely, not exactly shrugging off his mother’s hand that she places on his shoulder as he passes, but he certainly does not stay to talk further, trudging up to his room. Mimi wakes from the little bed of throws and cushions someone had made for her on the couch as he passes, and he’s halfway to the second floor before he hears her barking for him pathetically from the foot of the staircase.

Letting out a huff, he stops on the landing, and closes his eyes, before returning back down and picking her up. She mewls into his shoulder as he rests her against his chest, and absently he pets the back of her head as he once more ascends the stairs, and disappears into his room.

#orm marius #orm marius x reader #orm marius x you #ocean master #aquaman and the lost kingdom

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Everyone, before Count Bleck opened the void, did you have any troubles with the law? Count Bleck destroying his home dimension doesn't count.

O'chunks : " I dunnae 'if it's troubles with 'th law but i killed a few men in th' war "

Dimentio : "Now now , what an interesting question ! .... But no i do not have any troubles with the law.

I am as innocent as a lamb ! "

Mimi : "Shut up Dimmy , we all know here that you're the worst at that level between all of us "

Mr.L : "For me , I really got NO idea , i don't even know how i ended up here with these juniors anyways..."

#spm #dimentio #mr. l #mr l #super paper mario #o'chunks #o chunks #spm mimi #mimi spm #mimi #o chunks spm #mrl spm #ask blog

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One Eighth Plan Day countdown.

Part 4 of 6 - Lui ⨉ Sora

You know that I love all 12 characters, but I have a lot of trouble with the older six (Taichi-Yamato-Sora-Mimi-Koushiro-Jou) because I am too used to and attached to their young juniors (aka the 02 group). So I have to resort to people who are more into them or at least specialized in them.

I think the idea of Sora helping Rui with the egg sounds cute. Kudos to @seventeenlovesthree for that idea ✌😗

Sora is the kind of person who helps more with small things and emotional support, and she might just make Rui see her as a sibling figure. Pretty sure Sora would understand his struggles like no one else and offer him a hand.

Also get a proper real mom figure as well...

She gives him tips from time to time to help him hatch the DigiEgg properly and to better understand the feelings of the digi and peeps in general.

#digimon adventure 02 the beginning #ohwada lui #takenouchi sora #daily lui doodle 2024

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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 200-209 (Translation by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Third part of the character profiles.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

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052: Rescue Police (leader) Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Approaching A Profile: The strong, dependable leader of the Rescue Police and former professional swimmer. He faces danger and disaster on a daily basis to protect the lives of people across the galaxy. His morning routine consists of 300 sit ups before breakfast. A friend of Ulala's (as a result of seeing each other on the same site so often). Note, Secret Inputs: Information for five secret inputs in Report 4 (see 114).

053: Rescue Police (troop) Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Approaching A Profile: Members of the organization that serves as both Fire and Police dept. for the entire galaxy. Thanks to the force's recent restructuring, they're far more reputable and at least 40% more dependable. Note: Pine is the organization's top Police Unit and Head Special investigator. Note, Item Received: Gives you the Big Mug item if you check his profile after clearing Report 4.

054: Space Cheerleading Captain Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor A Profile: The envy of every Space Junior and High School student. An idol in her own right. Her element moves and staccato voice that makes even the ladies blush sets her apart from other the cheerleaders. Her high kicks give her black-belt potential, so keep your distance if you value your jawbone. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for several secret inputs (24 if you rescue everyone, 16 if not) in Report 4 (see 114).

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055: Space Cheerleader 1: Hitomi Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor A Profile: She exploded in popular after becoming the assistant for Channel 5’s hit morning show “Go! Go! Channel 5!” However, much to her annoyance, this new role is all smiles and no cheer. Note, Secret Input: Information for a secret input in Report 4 (see 114).

056: Space Cheerleader 2: Futaba Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor A Profile: It’s a cheerleader’s job to wear a cheerful smile all the time, no matter the situation. To the untrained eye, all cheerleader smiles look alike, but subtle differences can create dozens of smiley variations. Futaba’s signature "Smile of the Sun" routine reinvigorates viewers like magic. Even the most downtrodden of fathers will want to get up and go, go! Note:

057: Space Cheerleader 3: Mimi Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor A Profile: She spends most days contemplating methods to get her legs to kick higher and her hips to swing more swiftly. She performs most of her daily practice sessions in costume. Maybe that’s why she has so many fanatics. Note:

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058: Space Cheerleader 4: Yoshiko Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor A Profile:A diligent worker with high hopes that her appearance on "Go! Go! Channel 5!" will lead to a debut as an actress. She also has a bit of an attitude problem, which some fans frankly don’t care for. If you look closely, you’ll notice that her pom-poming needs some work, too. But maybe that’s part of her charm. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 4 (see 114).

059: Space Cheerleader 5: Satsuki Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor A Profile:A bright girl with excellent announcer skills. She brings smiles to all those around her, and has fans young and old. Rumor has it that she’s received offers to become a cheerleading comedienne through her agency. Note:

060: Space Cheerleader 6: Moonie Recording Location: Report 4: Channel 5 HQ · Cheerleader Corridor A Profile: Only appears on Thursday editions of “Go! Go! Channel 5!” She claims to be very busy, but in reality, she keeps her TV appearances to a min. due to an extreme case of stage fright. She adores squishy things, always fiddling with a water balloon in her hand behind the dressing room door. Note, Game Hints: Open OPTIONS and select KEY ASSIGNMENT, and assign CHU, HEY, and UP all to the same button. It'll make the game a bit easier!

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061: Space Dog 1 Recording Location: World 2, Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: A super robot dog called Funny who hates walks. When his Angry gauge is maxed out, he refuses to walk, spending the rest of the trip on his belly being dragged around. Prefers monkeys to dogs. Note:

062: Space Dog 2 Recording Location: World 2, Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: Temjin is so snarly that you’d think he came from a bad-attitude parallel universe to spread his evil rudeness across our reality. Won't budge his tail for anyone except his sweetie, Alumi. When he's dancing with her, it's wagging a mile a minute. Note:

063: Space Dog 3 Recording Location: World 2, Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: Before being adopted by goth girl Mihoko, Rug was a stray fighting dog. Now, Rug and her owner fight together in search of the true meaning of happiness! She was planning to take on the Rhythm Rogues but was tricked into dancing instead. Note:

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064: Space Dog 4 Recording Location: World 2, Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: Tabi, an old dog whose walking pace has slowed down in recent times. He’s terribly frightened by dog-house-shaking storms, begs to be let inside during them. On the flip side, he loves afternoon naps and generous snack-givers (so long as said snack meet his standards). Note:

065: Space Dog 5 Recording Location: World 2, Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: Alumi, the dangerously carefree dog. Dances with the expectation that her efforts will be rewarded with some jerky. She’s so upset about the rumor that she’s in love with Space Dog 2 that she bites the next-door neighbors. Note:

066: Couple (man) Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Newly married and already under his wife’s thumb. But that’s just the kind of guy he is; he thinks being obsequious is cute. His dream is to have his wife increase his monthly pocket money to 48 Space Dollars. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 018 if a mistake is made during set 017.

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067: Couple (woman) Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Newly married woman. For her, every weekend is a shopping spree and a chance to be on the verge of bankruptcy. She feigns guilt like clockwork, telling her hubby, "Sorry, I didn't think I'd spend so much again today." Don’t worry though, according to other women in their neighborhood, he loves it. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 019 if mistakes are made during sets 017 and 018.

068: Green Circle Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: A nice young man who looks outstanding in the ancient garment "Kimono." His parents are the headmasters of the honorable Venus School of Space Tea Ceremony. He ran away from home to escape taking over said family business. Too much pressure for his nervous heart. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 018 if a mistake is made during set 017.

069: Black Square Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Former Space Civil Servant leading a comfortable life thanks to his hefty savings. He enjoys nothing better than a good space muffin along with some galactic tea at the Open Café. He's very soft-spoken. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 019 if mistakes are made during sets 017 and 018.

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070: Spaceship Lounge Girl Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: The subtle care she gives customers makes her the favorite waitress on the Space Symphony. She currently devotes her nights and days to the perfection of her space manners. That said, she also holds the record for the highest amount of broken glass cups in one day at 485 glass cups (apparently she crashed into the party table). Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 021 if at least one mistake is made during sets 017 through 020.

071: Space Tour Conductor Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: A tour conductor for Super Galactic Travel Agency. Single. After she was captured by the Rhythm Rogues and met their leader, she often daydreams about falling into a romantic relationship with him. She'd like to keep her current job, even after getting married. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 022 if at least one mistake is made during sets 017 through 020, and if a mistake is made during set 021.

072: White & Yellow Woman Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: A world-class neatness freak that always carries a portable disinfectant on her person. Refuses to hold her boyfriend’s hand until it is sterilized. Frustrates her to no end that she can't disinfect his personal mess. "Oh, if only I could clean your heart too." Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 019 if a mistake is made during set 017 or 018.

Think all the hard work is over? Think again, moro!

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073: Woman in Black Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Space Fashion Designer. Said to have icy eyes with an astute aesthetic sense and devil’s fingers with a heightened sense of touch. Performs hands-on examinations of passersby’s clothing whenever the opportunity arises. Why? Because she’s always on the hunt for new fabrics. If you spot her, watch out for those eyes and fingers! Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 022 if at least one mistake is made during sets 017 through 020, in addition to making a mistake on set 021.

074: Woman in White Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: A newlywed housewife who loves her dear hubby. Hobbies include shopping and cooking. She’s taken up a Space Yoga diet to lose the weight gained from her baked sweets addiction. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 019 if a mistake is made during set 017 or 018.

075: Woman in Yellow Recording Location: World 2, Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Leader of Team Pheromone and owner of the space bar "Honey Pod." Her bar is the lead source of the galaxy’s pheromones. Her contrasting personas as leader and owner have created a mystifying beauty whispered to be the best in the galaxy. She has many fans that can be seen as her followers. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 on set 022 if at least one mistake is made during sets 017 through 018, in addition to making no mistakes on set 021.

Ulala's Dance fever never stops, moro.

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076: Reporter: Mr. 88 Recording Location: Report 2: After clearing the report Profile: A robot reporter for Channel 88. He’s equipped with the latest advanced AI technology. With his steel alloy body, he can report anywhere. He may be mechanical, but he still understands intense emotions (apparently)! He even had an upgrade to his emotional regulation processor recently. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 3 (see 113).

077: Cameraman (Channel 88) Recording Location: Report 2: After clearing the report Profile: A super cameraman whose aim is to use his lens to capture the truth. He never misses his mark, no matter the environment, thanks his adaptive, agile body. Zero-gravity, hyper speed, underwater, if you can think it he can handle it. Presently lives with Space Dog Temjin. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for two secret inputs in Report 2 (see 112).

078: Reporter: Tachibana Recording Location: Report 2: After clearing the report Profile: Works for Channel 01. Full name: Tachibana Shinichiro. He's a veteran reporter with both excellent common and keen senses. Previously hosted "Space Children News," which Ulala used to watch when she was little. Note:

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First, put the Morolian Suit, then let's play! Go for it, moro!

079: Cameraman (Channel 01) Recording Location: Report 2: After clearing the report Profile: Has known Reporter Tachibana for two decades, and they're known as the most dependable team in the station. His preferred mode of transporting equipment is his large Starbike; it lets him rush onto the field faster than any other reporter. He’s an 8th degree archer. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for two secret inputs in Report 2 (see 112).

080: Space Park Staff Worker Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: The gardeners who take care of the greenery in Space Park. They're second to none in their use of the shovel and watering can. They’re often heard shouting, "It’s time to photosynthesize!" Note:

081: Pudding Bodyguards Recording Location: Report 2: After clearing the report Profile: Boys who have devoted their lives to the Channel 42 reporter, Pudding (who they’ve been fans of ever since her idol days). Treated as official employees of the station, if Pudding is reporting, then they’ll be always there to act as her back-up dancers. Unfortunately, membership has been on the down-turn (sobs). Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 2 (see 112).

You can get lots of costumes from clearing stages in "Ulala's Dance", moro.

#space channel 5 #translations #Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book #space channel 5 part 2 #//Soooo sorry about the 5 month gap

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