#pier fish are annoying

[sl33py-g4m3r]

rambling about my new horizons island~~ 🏝️

just thinking about stuff at this point without a plan yet~~~

need to deforest my island and plant trees at the back or something so they’re out of the way and I don’t spend a good chunk of time shaking reees for nothing.

iirc the limit for money, items, and wasps was 17 trees, right?

I figure putting them in the back of the island cause I might want to terraform later ~~~

maybe I should have some semblance of an idea of what I want to do before I start that to actually get it done and like the island I made~~~ unlike when I flattened one and then deleted it after trying something that I didn’t like and didn’t work; simply because I didn’t want to flatten it again~~~

I never know what to go for at all tho~~~ got a lot of room for cliffs and a grand entrance tho this time~~ but I still don’t know what I want to do with it~~~

And it looks cool but I don’t think fish can spawn in that one pond in the back~~~ could be wrong but I never saw a fish in there myself and would need to dig more bait to see~~

also autofill gave me Mathilda, wasn’t big on the kangaroo villagers but I like Mathilda’s design. Autofill also gave me Rolf (sp?) ~~ black kangaroo and white tiger~~~ let’s go~~~~

Counting my pumpkin patch I wonder if I went a little bit nuts? Orange pumpkins take up a 6 by 12 plot, coloured pumpkins take up a 6 by 10, as do potatoes and wheat I just bought from Leif yesterday ~~~

got a farm kind of market aesthetic behind the houses I first placed in the beach, that’s also where I’m trying to breed blue roses at….

finally got purples and special whites lined up and need to get purples from them and test them w yellows to see if we get more yellows. Phase two let’s go~~~

wonder how much all my crops are going to sell for, and how many watering cans it’ll take to water everything if it’s not raining, lol.

I like the 6 by (whatever number you want vertically) cause it makes it easy to water cause the good watering can is a 2 by 3 grid~~

so many crops~~~~~ thinking about it I don’t think I can go that massive with any other crops there are in the game unless I want my entire main island just full of produce ~~~

still wondering where to put all the trees I need~~~ I’m doing nothing w the small island or the cliffs for now~~< so maybe leave some trees there and plant some hardwood ones? Don’t just want to have cedar trees at all cause variety is nice and rip acorns if I do that~~

also~~~ finally caught all of the fish that spawns this month~~~ including the stupid pier fish~~~~ both close together which is cool~~~ I almost caught them back to back~~~ but oh my god do I have problems telling size 5 and 6 fish apart~~~~ like how????

1 is itty bitty, two is slightly bigger, 3 is average, 4 is bigger still, ya get the point~~~

but I also have a hard time telling size 3 and 4 apart sometimes ~~~~

fishing got me thinking, like in the older animal crossing game, like the GameCube one, how far away do you have to go to get other creatures to spawn? Or does that only work on GameCube cause the acre system that game uses?

cause I ran back and forth between the river bridge and the dock scaring fish away and I don’t think it worked ~~~ rip. I did that for the golden trouts I found but don’t know if it’s better than bait or bait is just better? Probably faster that way~~~ honestly.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 17 - Underwater

Love and Deepspace - Rafayel x Reader

It was kind of unfair, to be honest. This thought had crossed your mind a couple of times that afternoon, but you still couldn’t help it but pout whenever it popped back up.

Rafayel liked the sea. More than he liked you, probably.

And was this exact stupid thought that made you feel… jealous of a body of water. How could waves and foam make him swim around so happily, almost as if flying on the water, while he gave you those mild reactions - at least, that’s how they felt when compared to how Rafayel acted underwater.

“Rafayel, it’s getting late!” You shouted from the pier, watching the water splash around as he continued to swim and play around, making the ocean his own. “We should head back!”

You couldn’t exactly make out what he said back at you, but definitely it wasn’t “coming” or “alright, let’s go back”. You sat down, a bit more annoyed as he began to dive, disappearing under the clashing waves and then emerging back up in a beautiful motion that made your heart-

No! You were angry at him! This wasn’t the time to compliment his looks.

You shook your head, knocking the last bits of your sense back into it and deciding this was the time to change your strategy. You were determined, you were going to drag him back to the shore one way or another. Without warning or telling him, you dove into the ocean, going as deep as you possibly could. 

It took Rafayel a couple moments to realize you were no longer on the pier, on the shore or anywhere near the land. He moved one hand through his hair, trying to see the surroundings to check where you could possibly be.

“H-hey!” Rafayel shouted, hoping to get an answer from somewhere out of his sight, but all he could hear was the waves going back and forth, the little splashes of water carried by the wind. “Wait for meHEHEH!”

He squealed as, like a shark biting on its prey, your fingers dug into his sides, successfully landing a sneak attack from under the water. “W-wahait, whahat are y-AHAHah, s-stohohop it!”

“What?” You gasped, struggling a little to keep your head out of the water and your hands on his body, “I-I came to swim with you, didn’t you say the water is great?!”

“Y-Yohohou ahahre tihihickling me! AHAhah, this is nohohot swihihiming!” Rafayel groaned, squirming like a fish on a hook as you latched your hands onto his waist, pinching and squeezing the spot as much as you could and nearly stripping him from his swim trunks as he flailed away from you.

You grinned, chasing your prey as it managed to escape your attack. “Rafayel, wait for me!” You shouted, swimming after him and, like you planned, guiding him towards the beach where all your stuff was waiting for you.

A/N: Fishie was my got to go character from this prompt, but I hope you guys could still enjoy this cliche nyehehe

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVS

DAY 58 & DAY 59 — 31/10/2024 & 01/11/2024

DAY 58 — 31/10/2024

The day in Valigma begins with a spooky look in preparation for Halloween!

Pac starts cleaning up his house for Fit (and Badboyhalo)'s visit. He is very anxious.

All the specialists and ghosts dressed up for the occasion, with unique or nostalgic costumes (Choke even dressed up as Huggy Wuggy in real life).

The list of all costumes:

Guaxinim — "Fuga Impossível" uniform but he changed to Arthur Cervero;

Bagi — Detective/"Oppenheimer";

Malena — Shrek in a bikini;

Moonkase — Jack Skellington;

Himaru — Spider-Man;

Mike — "Herobrine A Lenda" costume;

Gabepeixe — Atomic fish skeleton;

JVNQ — Maid costume;

Beatriz — Bonnie animatronic;

Quel — Freddy Fazbear animatronic;

Denix — Devil/Demon;

Pactw — Finn Martens;

Gris — Witch;

Milo — Vampire;

Tucupi — Joker;

Amora — Angel;

[I will update the list as soon as I know all the costumes]

The costume parade begins, with bombastic performances (some of them literally). After the parade, the rules of the event were handed out in books.

All specialists are taken to a large village, and there, a huge castle can be seen filled with countless monsters. They manage to enter the castle and inside a black dog resembling AuAu appears, informing everyone about his master and the castle owner, Mr. X (Badboyhalo), who was waiting for them.

Unfortunately, Mr. X deceives them and they all fall into the trap he prepared. It is revealed by him that there was someone — a bald man — that they needed to save if they wanted to leave the place alive.

DAY 59 — 01/11/2024

All the specialists wake up in the basement they fell into because of Mr. X's trap. In the immense place, they find the bald man who was kidnapped by him, called Fit.

After a fun encounter with the then rescued prisoner, all the specialists have to solve puzzles to get out of the place alive. The ghost children, instead of helping the large group, were supposedly bewitched to help Mr. X distract everyone from completing the puzzles (My theory is that they just wanted to play and annoy their parents and uncles).

The first puzzle was easily solved despite the large number of monsters attacking everyone. The second puzzle was so complicated that even Denix helped with tips (Bala Likah showed up on the place to play with the specialists while everything was going on). The third was much easier, leading to doors for each of the participants, behind the doors a warp plate was inside the compartment. The warp plate took the specialists to an immense three-story maze, where everyone was in different places.

When everyone managed to find the exit (a warpstone), everyone was teleported to a huge Halloween cemetery, where Mr. X appeared again to explain that everything is not over yet, the last challenge being an immense battle against countless monsters commanded by him.

After the fierce battle, everyone (including the ghosts and Mr. X/Badboyhalo) was teleported to the lake pier of Valigma's City.

Now everyone could talk properly with the two foreign visitors.

Pac and Fit soon became close again and Pac gave Fit a tour of his house (HIDEDUO AHH).

Meanwhile, some specialists dispersed to talk to the ghosts or Badboyhalo. Gabepeixe and Bagi soon show the new visitor their atomic bombs (They end up killing Badboyhalo and some players nearby, in addition to making a crater near the city hall).

After the house tour, Pac and Fit meet up with the rest of the specialists. Mayor Jota appears and asks everyone who created a crater near the city hall (he says he passed by the place and fell into the large and sudden crater), Fit takes the blame for the crater and Jota readily forgives him, giving him a hug before leaving.

Badboyhalo is taken on a tour of the city by Coreano and some other specialists, taking him to their homes (Badboyhalo takes advantage of his hobby of stealing other people's furniture).

Then Fit is taken by Pac and some specialists for a tour of the city, going to the Entertainment District for a drink (being served by JVNQ in his maid costume).

Suddenly, Samir appears to chat in a relaxed way, laughing and telling some of Pac's embarrassing secrets to Fit and everyone there.

Soon Badboyhalo appears with some specialists, and everyone starts talking. Beatriz then has the idea of ​​taking them to her house so everyone can celebrate and get to know the place.

The party is interrupted when Badboyhalo is teleported by Araldo to his office. He tells the demon that he loved watching the tricks and traps he did against the specialists. They talk a little before saying goodbye and Araldo sending him back to Beatriz's house.

Now, when it's Fit's turn, he is teleported by Bia Raux who thanks him for his efforts in protecting the specialists. They talk for a bit before Fit is sent back.

After a big bug in the voice chat and Nicklink killing others with his power for fun, everyone gathers in the secret basement of Beatriz's house to dance to Brazilian songs.

Fit says goodbye to Pac and everyone, ending up dying from another Nicklink power along with other people after saying goodbye.

Badboyhalo is taken on another tour, this time to Choke's house with Moonkase, Gabepeixe, Denix, Amora and Malena. Choke shows him the place and, after they kill the frogs (first accidentally and then on purpose) in her house, Gabepeixe, Denix and Amora take Badboyhalo to the half-fish laboratory.

There they show Badboyhalo a rocket prepared especially for him and the three take the demon for a tour of the moon. They loot a dungeon, try to summon the Wither and Badboyhalo puts a flag on the moon.

Returning to Valigma, Gabepeixe shows the leaderboard, the cinema and tells more about what he went through with the other specialists. In the end, Gabepeixe takes Badboyhalo to his dinosaur cave and, After Badboyhalo meets Raccoon again, he says goodbye while everyone dances with the dinosaurs (As a souvenir, Badboyhalo asks Denix to kill him [one more time] and the group makes a tomb for the demon).

[Sorry for the general summary, I'm dead sleepy lmao

If there is any wrong or missing information, let us know!]

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 40

Nami was walking through the town, a huge sack of clothes tossed over her shoulder, Usopp with his own sack walked beside her. Nami could feel a shift in the air around her, she was fascinated with the shift in weather patterns, which at first had been necessary for navigation and had become something of a hobby.

“Hey Usopp, we need to head back to the ship right now.”

“Huh? How come I thought you wanted to look around more? Maybe stop for lunch,” Usopp asked, confused.

“The air pressure is dropping rapidly at a rather abnormal rate, there is a Storm coming and fast, unless you and your bag of goodies want to get soaked,” Nami pointed out, changing direction towards the pier.

“All right you have a good point,” Usopp followed behind her. “Hey look, it's Sanji and Zoro, hey guys!” Usopp called out, waving in their direction. Nami stopped walking and they all gathered together. Zoro had the same shirt on from last night and two new swords, where he got the money is what Nami wanted to know. Sanji on the other hand was wearing a bright colored fish shirt that she had made him buy yesterday, he also had a few shopping bags on his arm and his other was linked with Zoro's. The date must have gone well.

“Nami-swan and Usopp, funny running into you two here,” Sanji called out to them.

“Anyone know where Luffy is?” Zoro asked not to bother with any greetings. Although he did have a point, they should find their captain.

“Is he still looking for the platform?” Usopp asked from beside her. “I believe it's right here in Town Square.”

“Shit, I think he found it,” Sanji pointed out. There was Luffy atop the executioner's platform, a large piece of wood with a hole on top with his head and hands secured, a man sitting atop of it with Buggy the annoying clown next to him. It felt like ages ago that she had stolen from him, and met Luffy and Zoro.

“Why is he on the platform about to be executed?!” Nami wasn't wasn't sure who said it or if it was everyone.

“Sanji give me your bags so you and Zoro can go save our captain, meet you back at the ship,” Nami offered, holding out her hand. “No argument, just give it here,” She told him as he opened his mouth to protest. He reluctantly handed over before following after Zoro who had already taken off. She turned around and began to head towards the docks where she was originally intending to go.

“Um Nami, shouldn't we try to help them save Luffy?” Usopp asked, walking beside her.

“Usopp what would we do that they can't do? Do you really think you can get a good shot with all those people running around? Beside Buggy the clown has a devil fruit,” Nami shook her head pointing out the facts. She didn't have her staff on her, she had come here to shop not to fight.

“Hey! I'll have you know I took down a fishmen all by myself and proved myself to Daddy the parent!” Usopp argued with her, he was lucky he was her gossip buddy and that her hands were full. “We could provide back up at least,” He must still be riding the high of serving his duel.

“Well even if that's the case we have a more important task,” her voice was sharp as ever almost as if it was the crack of lightning.

“like what?”

“Like the Storm I mentioned earlier, the air pressure and temperature have been dropping rapidly for the past while. Plus I saw cumulus clouds heading from the east. That's a sure sign of a Storm rolling in, a big one to boot. What with the ruckus going on in town Square the marines are bound to be out, I really don't want to run into Captain Smoker I've heard terrible things about him,” The lady who owned the boutique she had visited had told her all about the new captain with a devil fruit who had put this town on lockdown, there haven't been any pirates making it out of here. Their business had been surfing from his influence. “What would we do if Merry was washed away when we needed a quick get away? This way we can get her ready to sail away as soon as those three make it back,” She was just glad Sanji was there, she didn't trust Luffy and Zoro to make it back in one piece.

“Holy crap you're right! That absolutely more important Sanji and Zoro will be fine on their own!” Usopp rushed ahead of her. Lucky bastard only had one bag to carry and it had straps.

“Hey wait for me!”

[patchworkgargoyle]

i'll miss you more than anyone

Time for some Steddie yearning hours!

1.9k words, rated T for language. Angsty pining with a happy, fluffy ending. Basically unedited because I'm posing this at 1am. Forgive any wonky tenses. Now on ao3!

Title from Something About Us by Daft Punk.

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It took considerable force, but Eddie managed to wedge open the only window in his tiny, shitty apartment with a grunt and a sigh. No matter how much WD-40 he forced into it, the damn thing's determined to stick and squeal. If he didn't know any better Eddie would swear it did this just to annoy him. Stubborn piece of shit. Takes one to know one, he figured.

He let out another sigh. Leaning his elbows on the kitchen counter, he flicked his zippo open and lit a smoke, relishing that first warm draw of acridness with his eyes closed. Robin would snark at him about the fact that his lease specified no smoking, but fuck the landlord. He needed this. Eddie tilted his head back and exhaled, watching the smoke curl out and away into the darkened alley between the buildings.

The day had been… hard, to put it lightly. It was the last day of Steve's visit. He'd come to see Eddie, to explore Seattle, for a whole week. Just the two of them. It'd been so good, even if Eddie's backstabbing heart wouldn't stop hoping that the visit would end up as something more. It was stupid, a useless hope. Stubborn.

They'd meandered around Capitol Hill so Eddie could show off the first place he'd ever felt safe enough to be queer and loud about it, unable to look too long at Steve's expression of relieved pride in him. He let Eddie drag him to a few bars, introduced him to some new friends who welcomed him with open arms and pointed, knowing stares in Eddie's direction. They'd walked along the pier, doing the touristy shit, ate greasy fish and chips wrapped in newspaper and watched seals play and beg for food in the harbour. 

Hell, Eddie even let Steve drag him up to the Space Needle. It was something Eddie had refused to do when he first moved, not wanting to do something so mundane and cliché when he was trying to become a local. But of course as soon as Steve insisted he folded like wet tissue.

Now Eddie knew he'd be cursed with the image of Steve, his hair windswept, gazing out at the city with wide-eyed wonder at the sparkling sprawl of buildings as the sunset painted him in pink and golden hues.

Eddie didn't even bother looking at the city, the ocean. They couldn't ever compare.

Not for the first time that night, Eddie hung his head and rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm, wishing the image would stop fucking tormenting him. He was so fucking hopeless.

Raising his head again, he took another drag and stared up at the moon. Light pollution blotted out everything but the moon and Venus. It was the one thing he missed about Hawkins (that was a lie, always a lie), seeing the stars appear in the deep, dark blue above like all the gods took a needle to the fabric of the sky. Here, Eddie's only two stellar companions danced around each other every night. Sometimes closer, nearly touching it seemed, other times further away, locked in an eternal game of will-they-won't-they.

Tonight he only saw the lonely moon through the gap in the buildings. A waning crescent that shone bright enough that it lit up the darkness of Eddie's silent kitchen with a silvery glow. It was silly, but he held a tiny wish that Venus wouldn't be too far behind so at least Eddie would be the only lonely sad sack tonight. At least the thought made him chuckle at himself slightly.

Seeing Steve off at the airport that morning felt like Eddie was about to rip himself in two. If it weren't so public, if it weren't so risky, he might've confessed to Steve right then and there in some desperate attempt to get him to stay just a few days, hours, seconds longer. He'd dig his own heart out of his chest and offer it up on a silver platter; anything for the man that carried him out of hell. But Eddie was nothing if not a coward. They'd hugged each other tightly, just shy of too long, and Steve waved goodbye with a bittersweet smile and something shining in his eyes.

Eddie'd had to wait an hour in the airport parking lot before he was stable enough to drive back home.

Thing was, he was so fucking lonely out here. He'd moved to get away from the pitchfork-wielding, grudge-carrying people that never bought the government's cover story, to stop the vitriolic graffiti that had kept getting sprayed on Wayne's new trailer. The kids would get caught up in it too if they were caught hanging around The Freak. Eddie couldn't fucking go anywhere without keeping his head on a swivel, and it was so exhausting. He'd needed to leave. Even if it meant having to leave his family, the only people who knew the real story behind his scars and nightmares–even if it meant leaving Steve. So, it was hard, having Steve–a piece of his home, maybe even his heart–come visit and then leave after just a handful of days. Great days, but still. 

Choking out a bitter laugh, Eddie scrubbed at the tears starting to trail down his cheeks. Stupid, he was so stupid. His throat closed up around another laugh, turning it into a silent sob, a frustrated growl as he begged his stupid heart to just let it fucking go, to stop hurting, stop tantruming pathetically inside his ribcage about a man he could never have.

Just as another sob threatened to claw its way out of his chest, the phone rang. The shrill sound made him jump, nearly dropping his cigarette out the window. Swearing, he reached and pulled it over, answering.

"H'lo?" he rasped.

"Jesus, Munson, you sound rough," Steve's tinny voice replied, amused, "did I wake you up?"

The tightness in Eddie's chest burst into butterflies and he couldn't help but laugh around a sniffle. "Nah man, I was up. Shouldn't you be asleep, though? Isn't it 3am there or something?"

"Yeah, or something. Just got home though."

"Wait, what? The fuck are you calling me for, then?"

Steve chuckled. Christ, it was a great sound, filtered through endless miles of telephone lines though it was. "You told me to call when I got home safe, remember?"

"After you'd slept or something, dude, jesus christ. You didn't have to call at the ass crack of dawn."

"Well I wanted to."

Eddie mentally started stomping out the fresh butterfly swarm fluttering around in his guts. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, wide enough that he knew Steve could hear it in his voice. So he teased, "Wow, Harrington, it's almost like you miss me or something." There was a pause.

"I do."

Sincerity weighed down Steve's words, two syllables dropping into the well of silence left in their wake. Eddie felt the ripples through his whole body, leaving stillness behind.

"Really?" Eddie whispered. He heard Steve inhale shakily and ached to be beside him again, to have him near, pull him close, feel him again.

"Yeah, Eddie. I miss you so much, it– god, it hurts," Steve said with a tiny, heartbreaking laugh.

"Fuck. I– same, Steve, I've been bawling my eyes out since this morning." His words were thick with even more tears threatening to spill but he blinked them back.

"I'm sorry."

Eddie snorted, though regretted it immediately and swiped at his nose with his sleeve. "Why're you apologising?"

"Hate knowing you're hurting too."

"Can't be helped, I'm afraid," Eddie sighed, then added quietly, nervously, "not like you could stay."

Speaking just as quietly, Steve said, "Maybe… maybe I could."

"Huh?"

"I've just, I've been thinking," Steve started, gathering steam, "for a while now but also on the flights home. It sucks that you're out there by yourself. And the kids are all graduated and leaving, and Robin and Nancy are planning on moving, and-"

Eddie's unable to help it, interrupting Steve's rambling that he definitely picked up from Robin, but he can't hold it back, hope forcing the words out. "Stevie, are you saying–?"

"UW accepted my application," Steve said. "I could move out there, get my teaching degree."

"Why?" 

The question hung in the air, all of Eddie's breathless wishes clinging to it. Steve took a steadying breath on the other end of the line.

"I have feelings for you Eddie. Might be kind of in love with you, and I really don't think it's one-sided. Should've told you at the airport."

"How did you know?" 

Chuckling, Steve said, "You're not subtle, but when I said the view from the Space Needle was beautiful, you agreed even though you never took your eyes off me."

"I wanted to tell you," Eddie said in a rush, heart in his throat, "all fucking week. I'm kind of in love with you too."

Steve laughed, full and warm, and Eddie might've collapsed with relief if he weren't leaning on the counter still. "We're idiots, huh?" Steve asked.

"Massive idiots. Complete morons. Absolute buffoons. You're telling me that we could've been kissing all week if one of us had just gotten the balls to confess?"

"Well, maybe more than just kissing." Steve's voice dropped suggestively and Eddie grinned at the bloom of desire that grew in his chest.

"A gentleman never assumes, big boy, but good to know."

A yawn echoed through the phone and the heat Eddie felt morphed into depthless fondness. "You should go sleep, Stevie."

"Probably. Gonna be wrecked for my shift tomorrow." He sighed softly. "Worth it, though."

"Worth having to pry your eyelids open while Marge berates you for letting her kid watch movies her husband rented?"

Steve snorted. "Yeah. Worth packing my bags and running off to the coast, too."

"Christ." Shaking a little, Eddie asked, "Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything." He yawned again, hard enough Eddie could hear the receiver shudder in his hand. "I wanna keep talking to you but I'm dead on my feet. Can I call you tomorrow? Please?"

"You don't have to ask, sweetheart," Eddie said, pouring his fondness into every word to make up for the fact that he couldn't be there to see Steve's gorgeous, sleepy face, to fall into bed with him and wrap him in his arms. "Hell, call me when you wake up, before you go to work. You gotta tell me how your flights went anyway."

"Uhg, right. Ask me about the lady who scoffed at me reading The Hobbit."

He scoffed. "She dares to look down upon one of the great works of literature? I don't know her but she has made a mortal enemy on this day." The tired giggle Eddie heard made him smile so wide it almost hurt.

"You're so dramatic."

"You love it."

With a contented sigh, Steve said, "Yeah, I do." Another yawn, loud this time, and Steve continued, "Good night, Eddie. I'll call tomorrow. I miss you."

"Can't wait. Miss you too, Stevie."

Eddie hung up, the receiver settling in with a click. It felt like his body was made of bubbles, or fireworks. He almost couldn't believe it, that his hopes actually came true. Steve loves him, wants to move to Seattle for him. What!?

He let out a long, loud whoop that echoed in the alleyway. A distant neighbour yelled at him to shut the fuck up, but Eddie couldn't care less. He loved Steve, who loved him back.

Grinning, he looked up at the sky again. The moon had moved on, but there, creeping over the roof of the apartments next door, Venus finally made an appearance. Laye, but still there, still following. A beautiful, shining pinprick of light, trailing in the moon's wake.

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[pikachicachan]

I saw that you like CaliTex/TexaCali, so I was wondering if I could request some Texas-centered (he’s my fav if you can’t tell-) TexaCali hc’s? :D

*completely fine if not, have a great day/night!! (ggGRAHHHH TIMEZONES-)*

omg hi!! YES, I'D LOVE TO TELL U MY HEADCANONS

I know I've been only drawing Cali, but Texas is actually my fav too with Cali being in second, Alaska in third, Louis in fourth, and Gov in fifth!

I feel like Texas is my fav because I am a born and raised Texan tho... but I can't help it! I love him sm.

Anyway, I had to organize my thoughts about my Texas and TexaCali headcanons, so be prepared to read!

Texas headcanons (and some Austin ones too cuz I couldn't help it ^^;;)

I think my version of Texas is kind of unconventional but I love it and it has me giggling with glee, kicking my feet, and twirling my hair, so by the God I don't believe in, I'm going to continue thinking this way!

First, I love to think of Texas as a secret softie. I think of him more as a cat person because he likes that they're independent animals and he can't help but pet them when he sees them around the Statehouse or one of his other Texan homes (he keeps cat food on hand just in case) but keeps his cool when the other states are near by.

I think a funny headcanon of mine is: because of the incoming Californians coming to his state, I feel like that's subconsciously influencing his attitude and preferences a bit and it drives him kinda crazy cuz he'll catch himself thinking or acting a certain way and then curse California under his breath when he realizes why he's being weird. He'll deny it to anyone, but he'll somehow find himself going to more art centered festivals, listening to indie music, eyeing eco-friendly alternatives (cars, clothing, materials, etc.), has urges to go to the beach, and most annoying of all - somehow finds himself scrolling through Disney and Pixar movies to watch (to Austin's amusement).

He built a cute artsy home in Austin for Austin and he let him decorate the place because he wanted Austin to have a "safe space" and a place for himself. So Austin would go there to wind down, paint, do DIY projects (and give some of his creations to Texas and Cali), and go thrift shopping. Austin would totally help Texas pick out some outfits and make him participate in painting something while listening to local, indie, and underground music. Texas would deny it, but he likes that someone is looking out for him and he doesn't mind the painting because it's feels very traditional/cultural and meditative.

Texas also definitely has a beach house at South Padre Island! SpaceX has set up Starbase near there and now it's become a hotspot for rocket launches, so he goes there to watch the launches, hang out at restaurants and bars near the pier, and goes fishing. (I mention this because I feel like no one ever mentions Texas beaches and I feel like going to the beach is another place Texas goes to hang out or wind down.)

Gardening is another hobby I can picture Texas doing. Like for Austin's house, he mowed the front lawn, planted some flowers, and created a garden with low maintenance plants and a mini greenhouse for his backyard.

ALSO, I love thinking of him as a secret geek/nerd! I feel like because he has NASA, SpaceX, and a lot of tech companies are moving to Texas, he's becoming a lot more tech-savvy and very invested in technology development (which is super cool to me) but this also means he's getting into building computers and geeking out about computer parts and stuff which - somehow makes sense in my brain but not really logically - gets him into the MCU! I could totally imagine him watching Captain America or The Avengers and being invested in the lore and keeping up with the movies with Austin. I mean, he's not a die-hard fan that'll read all the comics, but he (or actually more so Austin) would prob look up extra context for scenes that need more explaining and discuss it with each other!

Which ties into -

My TexaCali headcanons (Texas-centered)

I'd like to think that Cali finds out about Texas' geek side on accident in the most unexpected way. Like, Cali could be on the phone in the Statehouse living room, loudly debating with Florida on the phone about Deadpool & Wolverine — talking about the potential connections to the MCU future, and Texas would overhear their discussion about Loki and mumbles under his breath to Austin (a bit more louder than he thinks) in disbelief: "Pfft, of course Loki is coming back!" which makes Cali drop his phone in shock, stumble over to Texas, and demands to know how much he knows and how and when did this happen???

It's cute to imagine that Tex and Cali would hang out or have picnics at their beaches. They would watch rocket launches and go volunteer at the Sea Turtle Inc together at South Padre Island and Cali would take him on strolls on his beaches, teach him how to surf, and watch the sunrises or sunsets there (or back in Texas) on the back of Texas' truck with a cooler between them that has [insert alcoholic drinks here], sandwiches, and ice cream (idk any specific drinks, but ik they would be drinking some lol).

omg, and that when Cali realizes Tex is very deprived of validation and praise, he showers Tex in them which makes Tex feel insecure/unsure at first because he thinks Cali is only saying those things to be nice and not because he actually means it. After much reassurance though, Tex begins to love the praise and melts every time Cali says something endearing and positive about him! <3

annnnnnd, that's all I can think of atm! I did my best to make the TexaCali hc's Texas centered but I love em together so muchh lol

Hope you enjoyed reading this! ^^

P.S. if this somehow inspired someone with some ideas for fanfics, pls write some! I need more TexaCali fics in my life plsss TT.TT

[obxthornton]

Shoes

JJ X Reader

Wc: 726

"I don't know where it is Y/n!" JJ yelled at me.

I stood there, water hose in one hand and the other on my hip. I had one eyebrow raised staring at the boy infront of me.

"Liar!" I yelled pushing the Handle on the nozzle spraying JJ. He stood there eyes closed annoyed as the water sprayed him in the face. I let go and he opened them, spitting water out of his mouth and shaking his hair like a wet dog.

"Now I'll ask again. Where are my shoes." I huffed.

JJ tried to hold back a smile as he shook his head. "Haven't seen them." His eyes darted to the roof of the house and I turned around looking on top of John b house.

I let out a loud groan seeing my shoes were thrown on the very top.

"JJ I'm going to hurt you." I growled turning around already seeing JJ running.

I sprinted after him as he did laps around John b house.

"You both are stupid!" Kie yelled from the porch. I flipped her off as I passed her. JJ laughed now skipping infront of me, a huge smile on his face.

A small smirk came on face as I saw the water hose nozzle placed right where he had ran. I let my foot get caught on it and I hit the ground alittle harder than expected to be honest.

I let the tears stream down my face as I let out an audible scream.

When I was younger when I would ask my brother to do something for me or help me with my homework, would always throw some tears in there just to sell it. That led me to be the queen of fake crying on command and right now it seemed to be working.

I grasped my foot and bit my lip as if I was trying not to scream again. I looked over at kie who looked at me amused knowing what I was doing. she held her hand over John b chest who had stood up and was about to run over.

"N/n? N/n are you okay?" JJ asked running over nealing infront of me, face filled with concern.

"JJ my foot." I cried holding onto my foot tightly.

"Can I see it?" He asked rubbing my arm softly.

I almost felt bad for pretending, he was being so nice. Almost.

"It's broken." I winced.

"Okay um. I'll go get your shoes and then we'll go to the hospital okay?" He said. I nodded and he stood up and walked up to the porch, climbing on to the roof.

He threw my shoes down and I smirked standing up.

"Thank you." I said sing song as I grabbed them putting them on.

"Oh you son of a-" he started but I held up my finger to stop him. "Daughter actually." I corrected walking up to the porch holding up my hand and helping him down.

He glared at me before scooping me up in his arms and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Maybanks put me down. We're even don't make it uneven." I huffed hitting his back. He ran to John b peir before patting my back and throwing me into the water.

"JJ!" I yelled coming up for air completely soaked

"Now we're both wet." He smiled.

"I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten." I huffed grabbing JJ hand as he pulled me up out of the dock.

He rolled his eyes. "Now we're even."

I raised and eyebrow at him before pushing his shoulders back and let him fall off the peir hitting the water.

"Now we are." I said smiling at he came up out of the water, spitting some out.

I waved at him before walking off the pier towards John b house, ringing out my shirt on the way.

"You both are children." Kie said as I sat next to her on the couch. I shrugged. "He started it."

John b snorted and shook his head.

"But hey I got my shoes back." I smiled wiggling my feet.

JJ walked on the porch coughing. "I think I swallowed a fish."

[oblivionsdream]

Tiernan having a bit of a lazy day and wanting Skye to just carry him back to the lighthouse.

In other news I feel like Skye is one of those people who could deadlift like three times her own weight just from all of the manual labor she has to do loading and unloading cases of food from the mainland from her skiff.

Just one day when he's being adorable but annoying, she just yoinks Tiernan up, in seal form and all and carts him off (potentially to drop him off the pier).

Tiernan falls in love all over again

Ahhh he would though!! Tiernan is so baby coded and would love nothing more than for his strong wife to sweep him off his feet (flippers?). I definitely always imagined Skye as being the stronger of the two since she works hard while Tiernan is just a complete adorable softie who enjoys dozing on the shore or collecting pretty gifts for her (though he does provide her with plenty of fish because any self respecting selkie husband would never let his wife go hungry!)

EEEEEE I love that so much it’s just so cute. I have no idea how you have such an understanding of my characters because that is seriously exactly something they would do. Skye just gets fed up with the needy adorable selkie who keeps getting underfoot while she’s working so she tosses him into the sea and he’s just more besotted than ever because wow that’s his WIFE.

[splendidgeryon]

Igor Sychev:

"drunken fairytales", canvas, oil, 90x80cm (35.4x31.4")🧜‍♂️🍾.

From the artist:

The subject of this painting is generally quite funny. I don't know about the rest of the world, but in ex-Soviet countries fishing as a phenomenon has long time ago become folklore. First of all, because most of the time men go fishing not to catch fish, but to get drunk without annoying female attention and reproaches. It's a moment of male freedom. In Russia, for example, at the end of the 90s even was filmed comedy "features of national fishing" which just showed a company of men who hard drinking on fishing and constantly got into all sorts of trouble for drunkenness. Secondly, men always exaggerate the size))) the size of the fish caught, of course, and not what you might think about.

So whether the mermaid is real, and came out of the water to meet the lone man on the pier, or it is a drunken vision of the protagonist, and its just a fish, and maybe even a dream, which this man tells someone in colors and details, of course a little exaggerating)))) After all, how else were myths born? Let it be at the discretion of your imagination.

Available for purchase! :)

[senka-mesecine]

Ok now, you told me to be annoying with asks so I'm gonna (sorry not sorry💟)- how about this weird idea. Could you write a little something about O'Neil walking in on something he shouldn't have witnessed, maybe he walked in/overheard his sargerooney being particularly sweet with reader? OR Something better or something way worse than that? 😈 I'll leave that choice up to you. And Red being the way he is, he puts that image in his little keepsake box so he can pull it out the next time he's gonna need a favour or something. You totally don't need to write this, I've just been thinking 🫡💟 love ya!

The Angel, Huh?

Robert Barnes x Reader (Feat. a Meddlesome O'Neill). @woman-with-no-name

―

This was the only time in centuries anyone's seen Robert Barnes on R&R

Only time O'Neill has seen him, that's for sure.

Should've been a day marked in the calendar in red like a national holiday.

Up there with Thanksgiving.

Getting that cocksucker to stop fighting and go on a fucking break was like getting flies off of shit on a hot summer's day, which is why Red figured the whole situation caused so much...well...uh...universal uproar; even though nobody had the balls to actually be loud and open about it unless they wanted the attention of the man of the hour himself, which was always a bad idea. So, conspiratorial murmurings it was. Thing is, boys were talking and when boys talked, Red had the habit of listening and eating that crap up. Supposing he was curious himself and in any other situation, he figured he'd ask Chiefrooney about it himself, but as things stood...Barnes actually hung up the old magazine for three whole days and that was so shocking, Red wasn't sure how he'd vocalize anyone of his questions in the first place. Maybe why he was waiting for him at the hotel's front door, catching him exit, all of this, this whole situation, so strange Red found himself lighting a cigar, feeling his hand shake. A venue for military personnel in Hawaii, he might've slightly abused the fact that he knew which room Bob stayed in and he might've just, in equal measure, done some eavesdropping in the hallway. For all but five seconds, but still. Honestly, what he heard made him nervy. The man out of the hour busts out of the hotel's front door sauntering down the stairs still in his military fatigues and Red nearly jumps at the sight; Barnes was the only man alive, possibly, on vacation still in his green slacks, admittedly, with his sleeves rolled up --- a sign of relaxation or as close as Bob would allow himself to get to it. Red gleeful digs his teeth into his lower lip looking down at his own get up. He had one Hawaiian shirt and one pair of bell bottom jeans he intended to wear them to their maximum capacity these couple of days, admittedly, in the company of his bucket hat; a precaution against the sun. The contrast was just something, is all. Like they were headed to two entirely different places.

Sarge looked like he was off back to war.

And Red like he was about to order some Mai Tais on the nearest beach pier.

-"Hiya there, uh, Bob! Enjoying the break, huh? Enjoying the weather, huh? Seeing you out of the jungle is like seeing a fish playin' a trumpet. Can hardly believe it myself, uh-oh."-

He calls after him, rambling, keeping up pace, practically running after the man who didn't intend to stop; he was certain Bob noticed him but choose to tactically ignore him, stubbornly marching forward, down the street. Didn't even do as much to throw him a mean as shit, judgmental side-glance to appraise what he was wearing. Nah, nah, he wasn't getting off the hook easily. Something was going on here.

-"Why don'tcha take a picture, Red. It'll last'ya longer."-

Is all Bob says, not even looking back at him, just adamantly walking forward.

Red takes a long drag out of his cigar, feeling a wicked smile creep forth.

Now was his chance.

-"So, that her, Bob? That the lucky lady, huh?"-

Red feels himself grow emboldened, teasing deliberately and he swears he's never seen a man halt in his tracks so abruptly, so suddenly, doing a seamless turn on his heels at the very second the words were spoken, like an angry bull about to impale him on his horn in the middle of the street. All the playfulness evaporates and O'Neill's face to face with Barnes, and even in the mellow, warm sun of Hawaii, Bob still looked frightening as all shit, the vista doing nothing to soften his demeanor or features, perhaps causing them to seem even sharper than usual in a space that was so very open, wide and as light as this; like placing a piece of artillery in a flower garden. Especially now, when his buttons were clearly pushed, his eyes positively shark-like. Oh, so Red guessed correctly; what got Bob away from active combat was a woman. Story as old as time. He came to Hawaii for R&R to meet up with someone. You. He's sure heard some funky noises from behind that hotel door, uh-oh. But, judging by Chieferooney's reaction? It was confirmed. Was official. The O'Neill investigatory skills never fail.

-"What's it to you?"-

Bob questions and it was Red's turn to feel cocky.

Doesn't even bother dipping the ash hanging askew from his cigarette. He just lets it fall to the ground on its own because he didn't intend to miss a second of this. He wiggles his eyebrows. Taunting.

-"I don't know, angel, you tell me, huh? Huh?"-

Red cocks his head and he doesn't even have a solid moment to properly gloat.

At the mention of that moniker, Barnes jumps, piercing through his personal bubble.

Red's hands come up, defensively, as a shield.

He stands his ground against the one man tornado, but, holy shit, geez.

What's this? Kill O'Neill season!? Kill O'Neill the Cupid? Batshit.

-"Hey, hey, hey, easy there, tiger!"-

He jitters, only partially joking and on the other side, very seriously so, feeling his body shake. Last thing he wanted was Bob getting genuinely angry. Didn't matter if they were surrounded by palm trees, pina coladas, civilians and servicemen on a break, he knew the man would flat out throw him into the nearest magnolia bush and kick his ass, leaving him for dead in a nearby sandy ditch, baby. All of this had a humorous side to it, admittedly. Lucky for Bob O'Neill was as big of a love expert as he was. -"Got'cha real riled up, didn't I! Heh-he!"- Red chuckles into his own chin as Barnes holds his gaze for a couple of seconds to drill the point home that he wasn't in the mood, only to turn back and around and continue going where he was going with all the determination in the world. All Red could do was follow. What, they served for as long as they did together and he wasn't even going to tell him who you were!? C'mon. -"You know, I knew there had to be a reason because I told myself; Bob leaving The Nam voluntarily!? The Bob I know!? That fella'!? Uh-oh, uh-oh, ain't no way! No way! There gotta be something there! An agenda!"- He rants away, doing so to the outline of Bob's back as the man practically marched on in front of him in wide strides, not seeming terribly pleased even though his face was entirely turned and even though he wasn't exactly saying anything. Some of the guys didn't really believe that Sarge was here with them in the first place; they told him he was full of shit. Making crap up. Some of them devised entire conspiracy theories he was downright here to kill someone; covert Ops mission, blacklisted and all that. From the higher ups. They made bets on it. But, Red? Red discovered the real truth. Like Red knew he would. Catching up with Bob, or rather, feeling Bob allowed him to catch up with him, Red takes this as a sign he's allowed to make another joke. -"And now I know what it is, Sargerooney. The agenda! Yeah."- He quips, finding Bob gruff. Gloomy. Giving him a dark stare once they halt on vaguely desolate part of the coastline, in the relative shadow of the hotel; balconies and windows lining its facade. He catches the Sarge staring in that direction with a gaze he could only describe as unfathomable.

He was a little too quiet and intense. Even for Bob.

Red imagines you being kept behind lock and key on the other side of one of those balconies and it seemed so in line with the Bob he knew the notion sends a chill down his spine.

He knew what would cheer the man up and diffuse the situation. He pulls out a pack of Marlboros from his pocket, along with a lighter. An olive branch, of sorts. Offering a cigarette. Offering to light it too. To his shock, Robert Barnes hesitates, not accepting the gesture immediately, body as rigid as a rock, eyes travelling between the box and O'Neill's face, still seeming like he was ready pounce back into a fighting stance any minute, his thick, meaty fingers half-coiled, like a claw. Like all he lacked was the grip of an M16's handle around them and the momentary absence of his firearm while on vacation was like the feeling of a phantom limb after the actual flesh has already been cut and amputated. Red gulps heavy and loud.

Chief was pissed.

-"C'mon, Bob, uh, don't be like that."-

Red whines, feeling his lip shiver. What? Was this relationship that serious then?

Bob, in love!?

Geez, man. For Pete's sake. Gotta be a cold day in hell.

And here he thought it would be great blackmail fodder. Casually, in a joking way, between compatriots and all that. When he wanted extra privileges and perks. He just felt that strategically brining up the fact Robert Barnes had a girl he was soft and sweet on and who he referred to as angel behind closed doors was so crazy that Sarge himself wouldn't want the story to grow legs and start running, but by the looks of it --- it was gonna be Red who's gonna have to start running soon, the vice grip around his guts subsiding only when Bob actually decides to have mercy and reaches out, taking a single cigarette out of the white box and popping into his scarred, scowling mouth, without saying thanks, without saying anything actually, waiting the zippo to do its thing. Desperately in want of forgiveness and in equal measure fascinated with everything going on, like someone who just stumbled upon a rare insect, Red's hands shake as he apologetically and with clumsy speed brings the lighter's fire close to the filtration's tip, watching it erupt into embers and smoke. Most cocksuckers grow mushy when they get all googly eyed over a broad, but if anything, Chief only seemed to grow even scarier.

-"Your secret's safe with me, uh-oh."-

Red reassurances nervously, shaking his head vigorously, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Bob won't always be in such a foul mood and that he'll still be able to collect a favor, sometimes, occasionally, when the time is right. But, geez, you must've been really something to get Sarge so tense, huh? Part of him growing more curious by the second, the other side of him borderline daunted by the prospect of you. Another question bites him in the ass like a red ant there and then, unbidden, whirling around amidst the tempest of his desperation, curious and anxiety.

So, did Bob and Missus Bob need a best man or something?

The inquiry remains unasked, and they stand on the pier smoking together in silence.

[klbwriting]

Adventures In Atlantean-Sitting

Chapter 7

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Arthur has power stripped and Orm recovers

Arthur knew something was off the moment he entered the council chamber. Horvath was smiling wide, Orlan was glowering at him more than usual and his normal allies seemed sullen. He sat in his seat and looked around before setting the bagged evidence on the table in front of them.

"I will be testing these today. They came from the attack two nights ago in Coastal City..." he began. Horvath snorted a laugh. "Is there a problem councilman? A barnacle in your throat?" Horvath just chuckled.

"Your pathetic attempts at humor won't help you today," he said. He produced a holodisk and set it on the table. He pressed a button and an image of Orm at the pier appeared, he had his weapon trained on something, but whatever it was couldn't be seen. Arthur inhaled deeply, annoyed. "We, the council, have decided, since this would clearly be a conflict of interest for you, that the investigation will be taken over by one of us. Orlan and I were just putting our fish in the ring so to speak, for the honor of capturing your brother and bringing him in." Arthur looked around, no one met his eyes except Horvath who looked ecstatic.

"I see," Arthur said. "Well I would like to extend to whoever heads the investigation to please test these materials. If he was using the weapon once again we have missed a weapons cache to reset the DNA. And he must not be working alone considering I went to the attack sight myself and saw multiple weapons and these gloves. I recognize this color and design. This was one of Orm's old suits, so strange that if he is the one doing these attacks, has a cotingent of soldiers with him, that they would all need to use his DNA, why wouldn't they just use their own?" This seemed to baffle the council for a moment, Horvath sputtering some.

"Perhaps it is a message he wants to send," Orlan offered. Arthur finally looked at him. He seemed completely neutral in all of this, which Arthur found unnerving. Orlan typically hated him, but in this regard, he seemed passive, as if he didn't care about any of it. "No matter what, he is always going to come back. They use his DNA so as not to expose those on his side in our ranks. Orm is a master strategist, the idea surly would occur to him to have plants among us all. Even in this room." He looked pointedly at Arthur, who glared.

"You think I would help the person who tried to harm my family?" he asked, voice low. Orlan just shrugged noncommittal, but his comment had worked. A few murmurs spread through the room and Arthur knew he was fighting a losing battle this time. He needed to regroup. "Well then, if you were going to vote on someone new to lead the investigation please do so now. I recuse myself." Orlan won and that was the only time Arthur saw any emotion, just a simple uptick of his mouth into a thinly veiled smile.

Orm slept on and off for two days recovering from the poison. YN kept watch over him, making sure he drank and ate, checking his fever, and keeping him warm. Despite Atlanna telling her that he would be fine after rest she still couldn't sleep, instead watching him for any signs that he was failing, that he was going to stop breathing. By day three she was exhausted but still going. She was so focused on making some soup for his dinner that she didn't hear him get up and start walking around. She nearly had a heart attack when she turned around he was just standing there by the counter.

"Fuck me Orm, what the hell?" she said, breathing deep, clutching her chest. He laughed. "Yes, very funny." She sighed and wiped her hands on the towel on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you," he said. He looked better, his color was back and his eyes were bright. She took a relieved breath and smiled at him. "How long have I been out?"

"You've been in and out of consciousness for two days. Arthur and Atlanna were here, they gave you the antidote to the poison." His eyebrows shot up. "Ya, they tried to poison you," she said, setting the soup to simmer. He frowned, he was trying to remember what had happened. He didn't remember anything from the attack at all. "What do you remember?"

"Nothing much, I remember the roller coaster," he said. YN felt her heart sink. He had forgotten about the kiss then. What if he changed his mind? She moved to turn back to the soup when she felt a hand in hers, pulling her to him. He wrapped his arms around her gently. "O...and I remember this." He leaned in and kissed her softly. Her hands went to his face, holding his cheeks as she kissed him back. When they parted she stared up at him. "I would never forget something as amazing as that kiss." She blushed and he couldn't help himself, he kissed again. He pushed her to the counter and tried to put her on it but faltered. "Sorry...I still feel weak."

"Its alright, you should probably be in bed still," she said. He groaned and she laughed at his grumpy face. She had missed it honestly. "Fine, how about we hang out on the couch today? We still need to watch Blue Planet, I think you'll love it." Orm thought about it, what he really wanted did involve the bed, but he knew if he got into it, even with her, she would only let him sleep. He nodded.

"Better than sleeping all day again," he said. She led him to the couch and settled in to watch.

[sunflowers-and-scales]

HEY SO I SAW YOUR ASK AND 1:

although wait i have to pull up my refs i'll come back to this if u would like to....

yesssssss send them….. nyehehehe

also you are opening a CAN of worms but i’ll put brief personality/plot highlights for my main 4 (the ones i sent + alyce) under the cut

(girl is alyce lol)

alyce:

-legend with a bow and arrow

-easily annoyed but well composed

-half sister to ian (blonde)

-smart & well organized

ian:

-anxiety

-wants to be happy but the plot (me) forbids it

-bff of ryu (the one sitting on the pier in the ask i sent)

-can’t fly very well but Is Trying

-his fake dad burnt off part of his face (long story)

ryu:

-ambulatory wheelchair user on land

-fish boy (likes to swim)

-also anxiety but less active Fear

-vague nihilism

-likes boba tea + hot cocoa

kei (the one in purple):

-smarty pants

-biology and anthropology special interest

-very blunt

-drowning in guilt for half the plot bro has a whole arc

-real dad burnt off half his face (long story)

-elbowed ian in the face so hard it is now crooked forever. also caused the little scar on the nose

-can control fire but like Not Really bc he gets burns

OK NOW SEND URS >:)

[eunoias-blog0]

Dating Calvin Fischoeder headcannons [Cause I'm too lazy to write a full fic]

My bad if the spacing is very strange, I wrote this on Google docs on my laptop and had to paste it, please forgive me if it's bad lol

@self-shippingbingus e

Meeting him for the first time!!!

●Yall meet at the restaurant, obviously

You're there to visit your older brother Bob and his wife and kids, he's there to collect rent.

You're messing around with the kids when he comes in.

"Hello Belchers! And…you." 

Linda is immediately suspicious.

You greet him with a shy nod and a hello, before he turns to Bob and asks about you.

Bob explains that you're his younger sister, born just before his mother died. [Reader is late twenties/early thirties]

He nods and goes quiet before asking you for your name. You give it to him and he immediately gives you an odd nickname.

It's weird but endearing.

He collects the rent silently and leaves, glancing at you several times during the whole interaction.

He's got a crush <3

        First time he asks you out!!

●You're at the pier with Louise, Gene and Tina when they leave you alone to go on some ride you were scared of (me projecting my fear of rollercoasters lmao)

He finds you sitting alone on some random bench and stops to say hello, asking you some questions about yourself and what you thought of WonderWarf

He specifically asks you how you feel about the rides he came up with/ parts of the Warf he designed.

He gets all flustered if you compliment them <3

He later asks you if you felt like going on the ferris wheel with him, to which you decline as you can see the kids returning, but offer to go another time instead.

He nods and says he'll meet with you the next day for a date in the Warf

He walks away before you can answer, only giving you a time and what to wear 

It goes lovely, he gets you dinner afterwards at a nice restaurant (you make sure to tell him Jimmy Pesto's is off limits, which he respects) and you give him a kiss goodbye at the end of the date <3

          Dating him!!

●I don't pin him as a super jealous guy, but he definitely gets a little possessive most of the time. He's not super vocal about it, opting to just wrap an arm around your waist and glare at the person or rest his hand on your lower back and whisper in your ear. He also gets super pouty and upset if you ignore him.

He takes you on his trips everywhere, it annoys Felix sometimes but he's gotten used to it.

He's not above firing someone or upping their rent if they upset you.

He loves physical touch but gets fidgety and can't sit still for all that long, but he loves messing with your hair or your hands, holding them and/or tracing random shapes on the back of them softly.

Gives THE BEST forehead kisses and usually gives them when he's proud of you/happy.

Shows you off to EVERYONE 

He is so happy you're his, he wants the whole universe he's yours.

He won't show it very outwardly in public but he's always smiling even slightly when you're around. 

He's not too bothered about telling your family, but he knows you're worried about Bob finding out so he keeps a low profile when they're around/when he comes to collect rent.

Except he doesn't really and he still flirts with you constantly, he just doesn't let on you're dating.

The kids definitely know. Especially Tina, she thinks it's super romantic and cool that you have to hide your relationship. 

He calls you honey, darling, my love, beloved, mistress and Dove

You call him Cal, Caviar (rich person joke lol), Fish-man, sweetheart, my love, and hon <3

      Telling Bob and Linda about you guys!!

●I think how Bob finds out is that one time him and Calvin were tied under the pier. 

Calvin suggests calling you, knowing you'll answer. He recites your number off by heart as if Bob doesn't know and Bob gets suspicious.

He starts asking questions and gradually starts yelling, a mixture of confusion, anxiety from the whole pier thing, and hurt that you didn't tell him.

Might make a fic out of this lol

Calvin explains, leaving out the details he knows you would be able to explain better and general stuff he thinks you'd rather talk to Bob about in private.

Bob slowly calms down and talks about how he's scared of how much his younger sibling is growing up so fast.

Calvin sympathises as he felt that way with Felix (tho felix still acts like a child most of the time)

After they're out from under the pier, you run into his arms crying and yelling at him to never scare you like that again. 

He pats your head gently and kisses your forehead, still aware of Bob being around though he's occupied with Linda and the kids.

Linda sees you guys hugging in a more-than-friendly way and gasps

Bob just sighs and is like "Yeah, I know." 

The kids start telling them about how they knew all along.

You have a heart to heart with Bob later on, he says he's not entirely okay with it but he understands you love Calvin, and that you'll always be his kid sibling no matter what <3

          Random headcannons!!(some nsfw)

●He LOVES to spoil you. Too much at times and Felix gets jealous.

Felix was jealous when you first started dating but you guys are friends now.

You and Fanny hung out before she tried to murder your brother and your boyfriend and several other of your loved ones.

He wants kids but realises it's already a burden living with the Fischoeder name and is scared he'll be a bad father.

Grover had a crush on you when he first met you and tried to fight Calvin for you. He lost.

NSFW ahead!!!!

○Breeding kink.

Probably more of a sir kinda guy than a daddy but is down if you're into it.

He'll choke you but only lightly, he doesn't wanna hurt you.

Spanking is good though, if you're OK with it. The choking is just a little much considering he's been almost murder several times.

He's like a good 5-6 inches. 

Insecure about his body but you make sure he has nothing to worry about obviously.

Loves to praise you!!!!! All the praise!!! 

Praise mixed with teasing but no heavy degradation.

"Such a naughty little thing, so good for me"

Will degrade you if you ask but his default is praise <3

[s-j320]

Truce

‘You’re literally embarrassing yourself right now.’

She rolled her eyes

‘I mean come on? Really? A basket?’

‘Aw so cute of you, you made me a basket. Again’ She fake smiled at him and kept her thought secret.

Finnick laughed behind her. She turned around and gave him a look that made him shut up.

He still giggled a bit but kept it to himself.

‘Thank you Caspian. I’m … gonna put it to the other ones that you weaved for me’ she looked at him.

Caspian smiled at her ‘hey Y/N are you coming to the race tonight by any chance?’ He asked her with confidence.

Finnick stopped laughing ‘oh she is.’ He nodded in a arrogant way

‘With me. Because I’m gonna win tonight’ he scoffed

Caspian looked at Finnick with disgust and bore.

‘Have I talked to you? She can use her own mouth, she’s not dumb’

Y/n was silent, she knew better than get between her bestfriend and her admirer.

‘Oh? Since when do you talk back Belltide?’

Finnick stepped closer pulling Y/N behind him.

Y/n was annoyed by them.

‘Stop.’ She said but both still argued

‘Stop!’ She said a bit louder

‘Oh my… fine if you won’t hear, you’ll feel.’ With that she threw both of them off the pier and into the water.

‘Both of you get over yourself! Fucking hell’ with that she stepped home.

The 13 year old Finnick couldn’t understand how his crush couldn’t see him the way he saw her.

He has been in love with her since he was 8, he would have never weaved her baskets or giftet her hair ties. No.

He giftet her the first ever pearl he found, even made her a trident when he was just barely 10 years old. And teached her how to swim and fish.

But she still sees him as a friend.

‘You’re a loser Odair’ Caspian said ‘no, no that’s not the right term… you’re a wuss.’

‘Be silent Belltide. Or you will regret it.’ He said dangerously silent

‘How long have you loved her now 3.. 4 years?’

‘6’

‘SIX YEARS!?’ Caspian was shocked

‘Six years and you never told her? Wow that’s actually sad. You make me sad Finnick’ he shook his head

Both of them finally got out of the water and sat down. Not talking.

‘You know. When I see her, I see the ocean.

I see the sun rising and setting on the horizon.

I see the reflection on the water surface. I see all that in just her eyes.’ He confessed

‘Her hair is silkier than the slimy fish we catch.

And no I don’t mean that her hair is slimy.

Or her lips. I love to look at her when she laughs, it’s real.’ He sighed

Caspian looked at him and said nothing

‘Every year since we turned 12, I’m scared, not for me.’

‘But for her’ he looked to the water

‘I imagine that she’s gonna be reaped, or the both of us. And that I kill her. I could never do that and that’s why I kill myself.

Or I’m reaped and die and she kills herself’

He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts.

Caspian looked at him and gave him his hand

‘Truce?’

Finnick looked at it and took it

‘Truce’

PT2?

[expungedagalungagoo]

ray's relationships with other npcs. the template is by @m1n10sbl0gz but i completely changed the relationship colors because i wanted more and i wanted a rainbow

and here's more in-depth explanations of the relationships under the cut:

Bive, unsurprisingly, has some batshit insane theory that Ray is going to turn everyone in the universe into shrimp and eat them or something. Ray thinks she's annoying, but he doesn't know her well enough to think any more than that

Folly knows more about him than he does, and he absolutely hates that.

DrRetro keeps him from reverse-drowning on the elevator, which he's very thankful for. She would like to find out more about him, since there aren't many of his kind left to study.

Him and Big Fish bond over their semi-aquatic lifestyles. They have nothing else in common at all, but they still talk sometimes.

He's seen far stranger beings than Fleshy. It just isn't worth his thoughts.

Gnarpy thinks he's weak and puny for needing water to live. That pisses him off. He'd bite xem if given the chance.

Infected thinks Ray is cool, whereas he can't understand a thing Infected says most of the time.

Him and Mark would totally get along if Ray weren't such a pyromaniac. Ray sees wood as just another thing to light up, which Mark finds stupid.

He likes Lampert because Lampert is nice and agreeable. Lampert thinks he's gross because he smells like burning garbage and he lives underneath a moldy, mucky pier.

MR requires no further explanation.

He respects Pest, as they have a lot in common, but finds him a bit unapproachable. Pest wants him to keep his distance, as Ray just isn't worth his time. They'd probably become good friends if given the opportunity to know eachother.

He feels a bit bad for Spud, but nothing more.

Poob thinks he's super cool. He appreciates the gesture, but they're just a bit too much for him.

Pilby is probably shit scared of sharks. They probably watched Jaws or something and it stuck with them. Ray doesn't really mind them.

He finds it unsettling how Reddy doesn't respond to him in the most proper fashion. Also, if there's a FNARB movie in the regretevator universe, he's seen it.

Him and Scag barely know eachother. They don't care to get to know eachother.

Prototype is very fascinated by him, with his species being endangered. Ray doesn't like the way Prototype asks him so many questions about himself, he finds it patronizing.

He thinks Split is fun, he'd have nice conversations with her if given the time. Split likes him because split likes pretty much everyone.

Sharks have monochromatic vision, so he doesn't really understand the hate Unpleasant gets.

It's hard not to like Wallter.

and also here's the template

[fluffyzoey]

eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes......

Blinky is not the kind of god you want to be seeing in your visions, ft. my Hatchetfield oc, Estelle, her brother, Callum, and...well, you'll see the rest.

The day started out normally enough. A cup of hot tea, feeding the cats, yelling at Callum to unload the dishwasher because damn it, she can’t take another night of shitty takeout. Just another day in the life. 

And then, all of a sudden, things started to change. 

It started small. An odd shape she hadn’t noticed before carved into the rough wooden floors of the upstairs hallway, a little oval hollowed into the pile of cat food, a button eye falling off an old teddy bear on her shelf. She really didn’t pay much attention to it. By the time 8:00 am hit, Callum had already gone downstairs for work, and Estelle was left alone with the cats for the day. As she sat in front of the living room television, stroking Pillbug’s sleek black fur, something felt…off. She couldn’t exactly describe it, but it almost felt like someone–or something–was watching her. 

Estelle was unsettled as she stood up, watching the blind black cat leap to the floor, meowing back up at her, annoyed. She tried to shake it off, glancing at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room. An hour had passed. She was tempted to go downstairs into the shop to be near her brother, just to have someone else nearby, but bit her tongue and went back to her chair, tucking her legs beneath her. She fumbled for the television remote, a desperate attempt to calm herself down with reruns of I Love Lucy, but when she picked it up, the on/off button had been replaced by a single, yellow, beady eye. She shrieked and tossed it across the room. 

After a moment, she glanced back at it. The eye was gone. She scrambled to pick it up, dusting it off with the hem of her shirt. When she turned back to the chair, a second eye had appeared on the plush seat. Her knuckles whitened around the remote, and she took a step back. She tried to retrace her steps throughout that day and the one before it: the last night had ended with a FaceTime call with her girlfriend before bed. She’d gotten a good ten hours of sleep, having woken up at seven that morning, eaten breakfast with her brother in the kitchen, fed the cats, all the things she normally did. What gave? She never drank, she’d never been high, and this wasn’t some sort of delusion caused by lack of sleep!

Maybe I need some fresh air! She thought. I’ve been cooped up a lot, maybe a nice walk down at the pier will help! 

Estelle pulled on a light sweater, ignoring the fact that the buttons had turned into eyes, complete with lashes and veins. She laced up her black sneakers, trying to shut her eyes and just ignore the freaky little changes in her home environment,  but the visions swam beneath her eyelids like fish below a frozen lake. 

One or two more eyes had appeared, but only for a brief moment. They were in the walls, the staircase, the railing, all the way through the hallway that led Estelle from her apartment to the shop below it. There was a single customer there when she arrived, an elderly man who frequented the location. Callum was behind the counter, and Bumblebee had apparently crept her way down behind him that morning, because she was sitting atop the register with her long, bushy tail tucked neatly around her delicate paws.

“Estelle? I thought you were taking the day off!” Callum looked down at her, concerned. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

She risked a glance up at her brother; a terrible choice. For a moment, a third eye appeared in the center of his forehead, the sclera was golden in hue, with a massive, scarlet red pupil in the center, a stark contrast to Callum’s normal, pale blue eyes. 

“I don’t- I don’t-” She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming, feeling a trickle of metallic liquid ooze out from the wound she’d created with her teeth. Callum blinked once, then twice, and the third eye seemed to retreat back inside his forehead with a wretched squelching noise. She was breathing heavily, unable to even explain to him what had been happening that morning. 

“Estelle? C’mon, talk to me!” He shoved aside a stack of old, leather-bound books on the counter, pushing his way to the other side. He grabbed both of his sister’s hands and squeezed, shaking Estelle, trying to make her snap out of it. 

Eyes were forming everywhere–she counted seven on the wall behind the checkout, four crawling across the windowsill, even a pair on Bumblebee, right on her chest, her fur forming a set of lashes. 

Callum seemed to panic too now, poking and pinching her, trying to get her out of this weird dreamy state she was in, but it was no use. She was too far gone from reality. 

“Oh god, oh god…” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number he would have otherwise never called–Estelle’s girlfriend, Zoey–and tapped the icon to put the phone on speaker. 

“Please pick up, please pick up…” He took Estelle’s wrist into his clenched fist. She was leaning against him as the eyes before her grew in size, more and more popping up. It seemed every time she closed her own set, another would be birthed before her. On the wall behind her, words started to appear in loopy purple writing: Don’t you fucking blink. 

She tried to take their advice, straining to keep her eyes open, but the longer she did, the more the eyes grew. She had completely lost sight of where she was. More letters were written in, this time on the floor: I’m watching you! 

There were so many, and not just the yellow, beady ones she’d come to know. Some clearly belonged to humans, others to animals, others were cartoonish or heavily detailed. She could hear them blinking, a sort of whoosh-whoosh noise as the lashes hit the lids, like a chorus of birds all flapping their wings at once. She could feel them on her body, every twitch and movement they made translating onto a light clap against her own pale skin. Her head throbbed from the noise of the eyes. She never knew something so silent in her everyday live could cause so much pain…here. 

“Estelle!” Callum was still yelling at her, but she didn’t even seem to register her own name any more. Her knees began to buckle beneath her, and he felt her weight transfer onto him, hanging off his arm like Tarzan from a vine. With his free hand, he held his phone up as it rang once, twice, three times, before Zoey finally picked up.

“Uh…I think you should maybe get over here…”

“Eyes…eyes…” She was muttering, over and over again, Callum could barely put together what she was saying, her words were so slurred. She was down on the ground now, having let go of Callum’s arm and crumpled beneath her own weight. She was groaning, immense pain hitting every ounce of her body. 

Estelle didn’t remember anything after that. At some point, the looming threat of being watched from every angle had become too much to bear, she must have passed out. When she awoke again, she was back in her bed, Zoey curled up around her and Callum nervously pacing. Once he saw she was awake, he stepped up to her bedside. She groaned as she felt her girlfriend bury her face against her neck, mumbling into her skin. “I thought you were gonna die.”

“No shit!” Callum barked. “What the hell happened? Did you have a stroke or something?”

“N-no, I…I can’t even begin to explain…” Estelle sat up, peeling her body away from Zoey. “I…there were eyes, everywhere…” 

Zoey frowned. “Eyes? Babe, are you feeling okay?” She set her hand on her girlfriend’s forehead, feeling for a fever. “We thought you were having a heart attack or something!” She grabbed Estelle by the shoulders, and Estelle shuddered.

Zoey was looking at her right in the eyes. 

Estelle shivered and shut her eyes tight, feeling Zoey pull her close again. She felt a movement as Callum sat down on the foot of the bed. 

“We’re gonna get this figured out, don’t worry!” Callum touched her shoulder, just a tap. She shivered, remembering the feeling of the eyes blinking. If she was going to be touched, she needed it to be constant, and so she felt herself nuzzling closer to Zoey. 

“Really? That one?” T’Noy Karaxis tossed his bastard’s box from one hand to the other, staring down at the tiny town of Hatchetfield. His brother, Bliklotep, had an evil sort of grin on his face. “That’s the one! Our little friend needs to uphold her part of the deal.”

“I don’t remember her making a deal!” Tinky snorted, flicking his box back at his brother. Blinky grimaced. “I never said she did it.”