#speaking of shrimp colours

[lily-blue-blue-lily]

that thing about shrimps seeing extra colours except its levels of tiredness instead of colours and im a shrimp. that doesnt make sense. ive unlocked new levels of tiredness that no humans have known before. thats my point. you know?

[dennisboobs]

how is there not a single dennis/artemis fic

[general-gt]

It’s snowing in my country right now and I’m so excited. Also working super hard to knit my sister a scarf and I forgot how much I love knitting.

[mieczyhale]

i didn't know i needed Kaz threatening shrimp colors, but apparently i did bc this was incredibly satisfying fjsjfj

(the fic)

[euclydya]

💰 (ur very cool btw)

HMMMMMMB.

When we're bored up front and Inland also happens to be up front we just throw things through its head. Tbis does not bother it whatsoever like it doesn't hurt or anything and Inland doesn't feel anything so we've kinda made it a game 2 see how much random shit we can throw through inland's head/face... thing. Tbe biggest object successfully tossed through it so far has been Myself 😃👍❗ -Half Light

In unrelated news Either our headspace is falling apart or the innerworld view has shifted to HARRY'S headspace of all things bc 90% of the time it's just a black void. I mean we'll take that over the Cold Cave Full Of Fog that we've been having for the past.., month almost??? But. Screams. Girl dot com. I miss hte small cabin thingy we had like 2 months agoNFJDDJCJXJXJC Trant can teleport us back there if he focuses Rlly hard on it but he's not always uP FRONT like bitch (!!!) @ our brain WORK WITH US PLEASE stop changing the headspace so often!!!!!!!!! JDJDJDFJDKDKDJD

LIKE IT'S NOT A SERIOUS ISSUE it's just Annoying. -Electrochem

[elecman108]

This is my only flex, ever.

How well do you see color?

I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind

[cyberr-v0id]

Hey. Hey tumblr. Guess what???

I’m a tetrachromat and closer to the shrink colours than over half the population! Apparently!

[hai7ani]

Please I need your Bonten Rindou to have a comeback PLEASE.

It has ruined me. (In a very good way btw)

And possibly some lil drabble about Bonten Sanzu....I fear you might have cooked with your bonten's perception 🙏🙏🙏

Main masterlist | cw dark content, bonten timeline, death/grief, reader and sanzu are both a bit twisted (they're both not very right in the head lol...), no romance (but ig it depends on how you view it?)

Moth to a Flame / Sanzu Haruchiyo

i.

Sanzu has never thought you pretty growing up.

You were originally a friend of his sister 一 or her best friend, as you both liked to call it. Never a friend of his, despite the fact that in your early days you have always joined him and his older friends (with Senju dragging you along with her) at the park playing football and getting rough with each other like boys.

He has never once considered you a friend. Not an acquaintance, or even a mutual. Simply... no one.

You're nothing to him.

Every evening after school, you'd show up at their house in sweaty uniform without fail. There would always be excuses floating around you and his sister whenever Takeomi would question your presence, even on the nights they'd sit and have dinner together as a family. Sanzu has always hated sitting across you on the dining table, having to watch with a face of disgust whenever your ugly, heavy glasses would slide down the bridge of your oily nose 一 a result of the entire evening spent playing tag on the playground 一 and having meat stuck between your chunky, purple braces.

He also hated the fact that Mikey had liked you, a lot. It was obvious to everyone in the circle that whatever Mikey had felt for you was a lot different than simply being a friend. He's never treated Senju the way he liked treating you. He liked bringing you to his house 一 hand in hand 一 and inviting you to play with his own sister who harbours a shy nature in comparison to you, who was bubbly and sweet to everyone you meet, especially the elders.

He didn't think you were all those times. He hated you so much.

Sanzu was almost happy that you started packing your things to leave the day you turned 13.

Keyword: almost.

You dropped your equally ugly Elmo keychain in his room the night before you left.

ii.

You're 26 when you return to Japan.

Things have changed a lot since you left so long ago, including yourself.

Amsterdam has been nice to you all these years.

You put on coloured contacts that make you look like a vampire, your teeth are straight and white. You wear red-bottom heels proudly to wherever you go, skinny dress tight and your hair always done nicely, in a bun. Your hips sway with every step you take. You speak English well 一 it's a lot better than before, after the years of European influence, when all that you had to learn from back then was broken phrases of nonsense from Mikey and Baji during judo lessons in the former's home gym, with his grandfather guiding you sternly.

Come to think of it, you haven't heard of Grandpa Sano's voice in ages. You kind of miss it, honestly, when he'd yell at you to straighten up your spine and not slouch so pathetically like a dead shrimp. The last you have heard of his rasp from the cigar he liked smoking was when you were 12. He died when you were all 13 and 14 and 15 from chronic lung cancer.

Like autumn, leaves dry, and they die.

They all die.

You bow once, to the Heavens. You feel a scratch at your elbow, but you ignore it.

You bow the second time, to the Earth. Fingers start pinching at your wrinkly skin, and yet you ignore it, still. The gong is loud and your ears hurt. You start to grow annoyed.

You bow the third time, to all lives on the soil we share 一 humans and animals both. We are all animals on Earth.

Nails cut into your flesh and you bite at your lip, but your face remains stoic.

You straighten up, and you stare at her photo on the altar.

It hurts, but not enough to shed tears.

He finally speaks up when you finish. His voice is still as curt as before. It always is with you 一 never with the other girls who liked flocking to him when young.

"I'll kill you if you don't turn around."

He wouldn't. Not with the fine-lined tattoo running down your spine, the power now in your veins as you stand tall and remain silent.

You don't spin on your heels to look at him like he expects.

Like leaves, they all die.

Your best friend, too, it seems. "Rest in peace, Senju."

iii.

Sanzu finds himself smoking a lot more packs lately.

The multi-coloured pills in his cabinets has also been increasing significantly, much to Kakucho's dismay. The man has never liked when he was high on drugs, even more so when he'd show up late at the warehouse for meetings and ceremonies, high out of his mind, and slurring his words. Mikey lets it slide, Kakucho does not, while the others don't even care.

But this is him, he thinks. The more you nag and restrict, the more he wants to do.

Though lately he hasn't been doing it for pleasure. Something seems awfully missing, and he hasn't been able to figure out why exactly this feeling remains in his chest and keeps him wide awake at night.

It seems to grow stronger 一 always increasing in its intensity and never faltering even the slightest to at least show some mercy 一 when he'd see girls on the streets with blonde hair and bright smiles.

He thinks it's better to not care than to care. He inhales sharply, eyes lingering at the stray cat circling around his feet.

He puffs out the smoke between his cracking lips and throws the cigarette on the ground to step on it. Clicks his tongue when the flame does not dissipate at the first, and steps on it a second time. He shoves a hand into his pocket and feels for his keys, knuckles growing white while he holds the familiar piece of plastic in his hands.

"Young man," a voice breaks him out of his bubble. Today is one of the very few nights he isn't high on anything, and the sudden interaction with another human being who isn't Mikey catches him off-guard a little. Just a little.

"We're closing soon." She says. Her bandana is loose at the corners and her apron is untied. "Are you waiting for someone?" The old cloth slips off her hair and she catches it with a hand swiftly. But her eyes remain on him. They're still the same after all these years.

For some reason her question agitates him.

She does not pull away despite the deepening crease between his brows.

"You've been standing here for days. Can I get you something to eat tonight?" Her smile is warm this time 一 way too warm. She smiles just like his dead mother.

It makes him see red.

"Mind your own goddamn business, hag." He spits, and he leaves. Fast.

She watches his retreating back as he stalks off into the night 一 efforts drained, heart empty.

"That's all for the day, son. You can go home. I'll finish up." She turns to the part-timer busying himself behind the counter. He's about 19, freshly graduated from senior high 一 just like him back then.

While leaning a palm against the wall to fix on her left shoe, she looks at the memory board of her store hanging off of it 一 reaches a frail hand up to pull a piece of polaroid closer to her eyes full of cataracts.

The picture is old with time, but she remembers the story behind it just like yesterday.

A young girl with pristine white hair that she claims to be natural 一 just like the young boy next to her 一 full of smiles and holding a dessert proudly for the camera.

Akashi Senju was here!!!

Everyone, this is the best crepe in town!!! Haru-nii agrees ^_^

21/4/2016

iv. cw: dark content, choking, nudity, suggestive, twisted minds speaking, 18+

You like to think you've changed for the better.

You're a lot better at speaking now. Before Amsterdam, you were a bubbly kid, sure 一 but that does not mean you had been good with words. You have a bad habit of not thinking and filtering words through your head before you talk. It's one of the things that makes you feel genuine to people, but something that can gradually leave a trail of annoyance in people's hearts if not managed well.

You've always thought it was your poor management skills with words that had driven Sanzu away. He's always hated when you'd open your mouth to speak to him. Never liked it even when you'd mumble innocent compliments to his lego buildings or to his amazing seeking skills when playing hide and seek at the park.

But that's alright. You can change.

You never liked doing presentations or public speaking, but you would always swallow down the bile in your throat whenever someone laid eyes on you, if it means you'd be able to speak up more.

You can always change for him.

You heard from Senju once that his brother hated your glasses to death. She thought it might hurt your feelings if you knew, so she'd kept it a secret for years. It comes out to your ears anyway during a challenging round of truth or truth, and it shocked her to see you reacting so positively even to his feelings of distaste for you. "That's alright! We'll go to the optometrist after school. I've heard contact lenses aren't very expensive to afford, right?"

Contact lenses were, in fact, pretty expensive to afford. Even more so for a young student like you back then, who knew little to nothing when it came to managing money and her savings. You still spent a fortune on them, though. You were willing to do it, if it meant getting rid of the glasses he'd hated on you so much.

For him, you were willing to change.

The only thing you had been patient about yourself back then were really just your braces. You needed time for your teeth to be straight again, so you can finally start smiling even brighter for him.

Perhaps it might make him like you a little bit more.

You followed your father to the other side of the world when you overheard the boys speaking in his room one scorching afternoon 一 about how he'd just wished you were gone. You never wanted to leave Japan, but if it meant he would be happy that you weren't around him so much, you were willing to go. You can cry at home, but you can't cry in front of him. It will only disgust him even further.

For him, you were willing to disappear.

But Mikey calls you back to Japan after years of no-contact and recruits you as an advisor in replacement for Takeomi. The man hasn't been doing well since the death of his sister, and Mikey hasn't been able to trust anyone enough to take on his position in the organisation.

Kakucho has had enough to deal with in his own role, and Kokonoi Hajime only wants to be in charge of money and figures. Haitani Ran, the older brother of a duo, wants nothing more to do with the power that has earned him nothing but betrayal, and Haitani Rindou is way too focused on a slut to take on any major responsibilities on his own. Mochizuki Kanji hates Mikey, who he should not be letting so close, and Sanzu is... not well 一 Mikey can't tell if it's grief or something else that has been bothering him.

And you're beautiful, to say the least. You're no longer the ugly girl from childhood that he always says you are.

"美しい," is what Mikey says, when he sits before you in a quiet room on a huge oval table, as he bore holes deep into your soul. He's no longer the boy you knew from childhood who'd drag on your hand and play dress up with your dolls even though he knows nothing about Barbie and makeup.

He is simply an empty shell of a man 一 no soul, no heart. But he still smiles when you reach a hand over to caress his palm and trace along the lines of his skin with your fingers. Your gaze is seductive that it almost works, but he does not give in. Mikey has no heart or soul to truly feel any lust, but you can still see the hints of a small flame growing behind his eyes.

And even then, Sanzu still thinks you're ugly.

He gives you the same look of disgust while you stand naked before his eyes in a hotel room, right in the heart of the city, with police sirens ringing through the night.

Under his angry gaze and hateful eyes you feel just like a little girl again. The girl inside you that you've spent so many years suppressing, begs to be let out from her cage. She yells, screams, bites on the metal bars to be released.

But you're eager to please him tonight. You shut her away again.

Anything to make him happy.

"What can I do for you today?" You ask. His dick is still soft behind his silky, black slacks and he scoffs.

"You talk like a fucking slut. Quit it."

"You don't like sluts?" You question, brow raised high as you step closer to him on the bed, who has his legs spread far apart as he sits on the edge. You welcome yourself between them and cock your head to the side while you watch his face contort into somewhat confusion.

"Hah?"

The disgust still remains, however.

"Saw you looking at Haitani Rindou's lady earlier. She is indeed very pretty." You point out, nodding in agreement. He visibly shifts in his seat and makes a noise to cover up his fluster.

"Do you like her? I can be her."

Silence.

"Or do you prefer the cop who betrayed his brother? I can't be her, sorry, since she's dead, but we can do role play if you like."

I can try. For you.

"Fuck no. I know better than to mess with the Haitanis." He defends. Your lips curl, watching the slip in his demeanour with so much fun, as you inch closer, closer.

And closer.

"So? What else can make you feel better if not those?" You trace your lips along his collar and gently push it flat against him when he doesn't move away. Dark red lipstick stains his shirt as you pull back to admire your work. "Purely sex? I can make it work."

He tries pushing you away at that, but you grab onto his wrists with your ice cold hands before he can even touch you.

"Something extreme, maybe?" You wrap his hands around your throat. It bobs with every drop of saliva that you swallow. You kind of hope he feels the blunt edges of the many words you've pushed down along your throat, too.

"This?" His fingers shake against your skin, you feel.

"Choke me if it makes you feel better. You know you want to. You hate me, don't you? Choke me like you mean it."

His breath grows shaky as they fan against your cupid's bow. You're so close to him 一 way too close.

For the first time in probably forever, Akashi Haruchiyo is scared.

And you're no longer looking at Sanzu, unfortunately.

"Fuck一" you don't let his hands go despite his resistance, "fucking let me go."

Despite his words, you can feel it slowly, as his hands start tightening around your throat. "You're fucking insane一" he spews, pupils dilated behind his irises, "you're not right in the head, bitch."

He presses his hold tighter around you. Sanzu forces out a laugh, while your vision starts growing foggy. He's shaking all around as you grip onto his wrists tight, as a way to ground yourself before he can actually kill you with his bare hands. You try clearing your eyes to look at him one last time.

"Die. Fucking die." He says. "I fucking hate you."

v.

Sanzu lights a cigarette as he stands in the cold.

Though it's not very cold tonight, no 一 the weather's moderate this time. He's felt colder before.

It's still empty in his heart, but he can make do from today onwards.

Your arms are warm as they wrap around his waist gently, wobbly lips kissing along his spine and the meat of his shoulder blades as he inhales the tobacco, before turning around to take a good look at you.

He grabs at your jaw with the other hand to pull you close to his lips and exhaling the cloudy smoke into your mouth.

You take it just like a good girl when he pulls back to watch in amusement as you resist the cough bubbling up in your chest.

He repeats it a few times, and when he finally deems your actions satisfactory, he only kisses you then. Messy, wet, full of saliva 一 he licks at your lips disgustingly, sucks on your tongue like a horny teen, rubs himself up against your thigh.

His hold is steady and you almost melt into his arms when he accidentally burns your chest with the tip of his cigarette. Almost.

Sanzu does not let you touch him just yet.

"You're fucking mine." He whispers, voice low when he pulls away. His grip is still tight and painful around your jaw, but you think his eyes are full of love when they bore into your own.

"Remember that."

Mikey does not appear in your thoughts ever again.

You sigh dreamily and fall to his chest gently. He's there to welcome you as you melt, head low while he gazes into your eyes.

For the first time in your pathetic life, you touch skin with the boy you love the most. He's finally looking into your eyes this time, without the hateful gaze that you have always hated since young but still let him look at you that way simply because you liked him so much back then to even stop him.

You still like him so much today.

Sanzu hugs you close as you say your words.

"I'm all yours, Haru."

[nayziiz]

Fortune Cookies | CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (you)

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

Masterlist

Carlos and Chinese food became synonymous with comfort and joy for you. No matter how hectic or exhausting the day had been, the mere thought of those savoury aromas wafting from the takeout containers lifted your spirits. It wasn't just about the food; it was about the ritual, the shared moments of relaxation and indulgence after the daily grind.

You'd often find yourself craving the familiar flavours of General Tso's chicken, beef and broccoli, or shrimp fried rice. It was your guilty pleasure, your ultimate comfort food wrapped up in those neatly packed cartons. And even on those rare occasions when everything seemed to go smoothly, when the world felt like it was on your side, you still found yourself yearning for that unmistakable taste of Chinese cuisine.

But for Carlos, it was a bit of a dilemma. His dedication to his strict diet clashed with your unwavering love for Chinese food. While he meticulously monitored his calorie intake and adhered to his fitness regimen, you were more than happy to indulge in your favourite dishes without a second thought. Yet, despite the disparity in your dietary habits, Carlos never once complained. Instead, he embraced your love for Chinese food with unwavering support and a touch of humour.

He'd jokingly remark about how he'd need to cycle a few extra kilometres to burn off the excess calories from the sweet and sour chicken or the tempting spring rolls. His commitment to both his health and your happiness was evident in his willingness to compromise, to go the extra mile—quite literally—to accommodate your cravings.

And so, evenings became a ritual of unwrapping those familiar containers, the aroma of soy sauce and spices filling the air as you settled in for a cosy meal together. It wasn't just about the food anymore; it was about the laughter, the conversations, and the shared moments that made those Chinese takeout nights so special.

As you stepped out of the shower, enveloped in a cloud of steam, the enticing aroma of Chinese cuisine greeted you like an unexpected embrace. Confusion flickered across your face as you entered the kitchen to find Carlos unpacking an array of dishes, his expression carrying a mischievous glint you couldn't quite decipher.

Your eyebrows knitted together in bewilderment as you took in the spread before you. It was the familiar feast of Chinese delicacies you adored, laid out invitingly on the kitchen counter. But something about the way Carlos was beaming at you hinted that this was no ordinary takeout night.

“What's all this?” you asked, a puzzled expression creasing your brow as you stepped into the kitchen, the scent of Chinese food mingling with the steam from your recent shower. “I thought we were making pasta for dinner?”

Carlos chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he turned to face you, the corner of his lips curling into a playful smile.

“Well, I may have had a change of plans,” he admitted, a hint of mystery dancing in his gaze.

Your curiosity piqued, you watched as he gestured towards the array of Chinese delicacies spread out on the counter, the colourful containers beckoning enticingly.

“I couldn't resist surprising you,” he confessed, his tone infused with excitement.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took in the unexpected feast before you, the tantalising aromas tempting your taste buds.

“You sneaky devil,” you teased, a flicker of amusement glinting in your eyes as you realised the extent of Carlos's surprise.

But beneath the playful banter, you felt a swell of gratitude wash over you, touched by his thoughtfulness and the effort he'd gone to make this night special. It didn't matter that your dinner plans had taken an unexpected turn; what mattered was the gesture—the spontaneous act of love that had turned an ordinary evening into something extraordinary.

As you surveyed the assortment of Chinese dishes laid out before you, your gaze fell upon a pair of fortune cookies nestled among the containers—a surprising addition to the usual fare. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in bemusement, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you realised that Carlos had orchestrated this evening down to the smallest detail, including an unexpected twist.

"Fortune cookies?" you remarked, a hint of laughter lacing your words as you picked up one of the crisp, golden cookies, its edges delicately folded like a secret waiting to be revealed. "You really went all out, didn't you?"

Carlos grinned in response, his eyes alight with mischief as he reached for the other cookie, the anticipation palpable in the air. "I thought it might be something fun for a change," he admitted, his voice tinged with excitement.

With a shared glance brimming with anticipation, you cracked open the cookies simultaneously, the brittle shells yielding to reveal the tiny slips of paper hidden within.

As you read the message from your fortune cookie, a playful grin tugging at your lips, Carlos watched you with a mixture of anticipation and excitement, his heart pounding in his chest.

“What does it say?” he asked eagerly, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the message, the words dancing across the slip of paper in your hand.

“You are destined to marry the person across from you,” you replied, amusement colouring your tone as you set the paper down on the counter.

Carlos's laughter echoed yours, relief washing over him as he reached for his own fortune cookie, fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

"That's so weird," he remarked, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of humour and affection.

With a shared glance filled with curiosity, you watched as he cracked open the cookie, the brittle shell yielding to reveal the message hidden within. Your breath caught in your throat as he handed you the slip of paper, your eyes scanning the words in disbelief.

“Will you marry me?” you read aloud, your heart skipping a beat as you looked up to find Carlos on one knee before you, a small box cradled in his hand, the glint of a simple ring nestled within.

Time seemed to stand still as you gazed into his eyes, the warmth of his love enveloping you like a comforting embrace. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of your Chinese takeout feast and the echoes of laughter that filled the air, you knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter—a story written in the stars and sealed with a fortune cookie.

With tears glistening in your eyes and a smile spreading across your face, you reached out to him, your heart overflowing with joy.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as you accepted the ring and his outstretched hand, knowing that this moment would be etched in your memory forever—a testament to the unexpected magic of fortune and the unwavering love that had brought you together.

[daughterofthemuse]

You would think crossing the country is easy but nooooooo

"What happened between book 4 and 5?" lots of shenanigans that's what ‼️

[quitealotofsodapop]

Celestial Water Monkeys

Was discussing in the notes of this post with @silverlycanthropelover about the possibility of Celestial/Stone Monkeys surviving the Great Flood by adapting to the sea.

One of the jokes is that "Sea Monkeys" (the frozen brine shrimp toy), are actually a misunderstanding of sea dragon records talking about the little mer-monkeys that inhabited their seas.

Basically

Ao Guang: "What are those things hiding in your mane?" Ao Shun, surrounded by tiny mermaid-like monkeys: "I dunno man, they just showed up one day, and they won't stop picking through my fur." Ao Guang: "Why haven't you scared them off?" Ao Shun: "Honestly? They are pretty adorable. They clean my body of parasites, and comfort me when I'm feeling unwell." Sea Monkeys: (*happy chirping + porpoise-like squeaks!*) Ao Guang: "They do seem very useful... How do I go about hiring them?" Ao Shun: "I believe you cannot choose them brother, they choose you." (*cut to hundreds of years later when Ao Guang is lying at the bottom of the East Sea, despaired at the loss of his youngest pup Ao Bing*) Sea Monkeys: "Chirrp?" Ao Guang: (*looks up to see a swarm of brightly-coloured mer-monkeys, all swimming around his gigantic body as they pick off the barnacles and parasites that settled in his depression.*) Leading Sea Monkey, petting the king dragon's face with sympathy in their eyes: "Chirrrrp." Ao Guang: (*smiles for the first time in weeks*) :')

Like pilot fish to a great white, the smaller creatures stick to dragons in a symbiotic relationship. The royal dragons are very protective of their monkeys. Ao Guang refuses to acknowledge the irony of a Stone Monkey being one of his greatest annoyances, whilst tending to his beloved servants.

Wukong has no idea that these little spiritual monkeys exist! To think that some Stone/Spiritual Monkeys survived the Great Flood by changing their whole biology, or existed even beforehand, is an amazing discovery!

The Water Monkeys are a lot smaller than Wukong or Macaque, being roughly the size of tamarins. They don't speak "human" languages very well, their vocal cords are more attuned to the calls of dragons and other sea life. They can still chirp and chatter as monkeys do, allowing for some delightful conversation between the Stone Monkey King (they do not recognise Sun Wukong as their king) and the school of excited fairy-like monkeys.

[oepionie]

THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU. jade leech

Synopsis: A certain eel seems to have developed feelings for you! Though…he is quite protective and unsettling, isn't he?

Character/s: Jade Leech x GN! Reader

Tags: Some fluff, Light allusions to hidden Yandere behavior, Mentions of violence and injuries, Jade Leech is sus but soft for you (?)

WordCount: 300+ | 💌Masterlist | Song Link

Jade Leech, for reasons you can't understand, has developed feelings for you.

If this were a typical high school love story, this would be greatly welcomed. The eel was handsome, courteous, intelligent, and charming. Who wouldn't want him as a partner?

Though instead of the dizzy, lovesick exhilaration you get every time he cares for you all gentle and soft, you're bewildered. Jade didn't have a reputation for being sappy or soft; instead, he was courteous and direct, speaking with a silver tongue and a sly glint in his eye. You assume this special treatment of you was a deliberate choice since he appears to interact with other students in his usual shady manners.

He brings you a cup of tea, steam rising above the warm, sweet beverage. When you take the drink into your hands, it ripples with movement beneath the lilac lights of the lounge. Jade takes the initiative to put down a cute little shrimp coaster on the table. The sweet and delicate action a stark contrast to what he had done earlier.

The unconscious body of a Savanaclaw student lay near the entry doors, just out of your peripheral vision. His body was covered with bruises, skin coloured red, blue, and purple.

That was the same student who had been harassing you earlier, encroaching on your personal space, and generally making you feel uncomfortable. Maybe he wouldn't be the way he is right now if he only realised that a certain eel had seen what he was doing.

Jade takes your hand in his, pressing a fleeting kiss on your knuckles. He invites you to dinner to have tea and sample his new mushroom risotto recipe; if you didn't know better, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was the same ruthless eel who delighted in seeing other people's pain and suffering.

Still, you squeeze his hand back, a smile blooming across your face as you accept.

Oh, what could possibly go wrong?

Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated and really motivating on my end!

[thehollowwriter]

The Official (Remastered) Bio of Finn Clearcove

Basic Info:

Class: Class 2C

Dorm: Octavinelle

Club: Gargoyle Research Club

Birthday: 20th November

Age: 17

Height: 146cm

Dominant hand: He's ambidextrous

Unique Magic: Mirror Image. He can copy the voice of anyone he directly touches and their physical form if he pushes hard enough. If he wants, he can limit it to certain characteristics. (E.g: voice or eye colour). He can also copy their unique magic. However, it often comes out "wrong" (for example, King's Roar will result in a goopy black tar instead of sand), and if it results in a physical object like Riddle's collar, the object will look nonsensical and ai generated

Preferences:

Favourite subjects: Art, biology

Hobby: Painting

Likes: Butterflies, animals, reading, music, cooking, painting

Dislikes: Large crowds, loud people, showing his teeth, loud sounds, bright lights

Favourite food: Chocolate mousse, shrimp

Additional Info:

Homeland: The Coral Sea

Species: Cookie Cutter Shark Mer

Family: His father and later on Chrysos who belongs to @distant-velleity

Nickname: Blue Angel, courtesy of Floyd (thank you @azulashengrottospiano for the name!)

Relationships: Finn is polyamorous with the Octavinelle trio

Sexuality: Finn is gay and polyamorous

Appearance:

Finn has long, fluffy forest green hair that has a curly seaweed/kelp like shape that goes to just past his is shoulders. It is often tied in a tight bun. His eyes are a bright amethyst and his teeth look like they came straight from the mouth of an angler fish, twisted and horrific.

Finn is very chubby and most people think "soft" and "squishy" while looking at him. Until the dread sets in, that is. He's quite pale as well but has recently started to tan a bit. He is very very small and most of his clothes have to be taken to be adjusted so they actually fit him.

In his true form, Finn's tail and face are forest green in colour, just as is the rest of him. The palms of his hands are seafoam green. His tail is like that of a cookie cutter shark's. There is a large patch of scarring on his left shoulder and the middle of his tail. He has long black claws that are retractable and incredibly sharp.

Finn has a band of black scales around his neck, and from just below that all the way to his navel are photophores that glow in the dark, which helps him camouflage and can even make him look like a school of fish from below.

Personality:

Finn is quiet and mostly keeps to himself, barely speaking to most people unless absolutely necessary, and is usually polite. He lives be the rule "don't bother me and I won't bother you". His "default" expression, if you will, is usually just a blank or serious face.

Finn is intelligent and quick-witted. He often weeds information out of people for Azul, taking the role of the "therapist bartender" except most people get an uncanny valley feeling if they look at him for too long. Despite his politeness something about him always feels wrong to others. They get this sense of dread that make them want to leave as soon as possible.

Finn is quite sadistic and has a deep love for the twisted and macabre. This is often reflected in his paintings, many of which are disturbing in nature. He is very happy to extend his sadistic ways to other students if he deems it necessary. Only if he deems it necessary. (What he deems as necessary can vary)

Finn is, most of the time, immensely confident in himself and who and what he is. He is quiet but he is not, by any means, shy or timid. He does have his insecurities though, mainly about his teeth since they're often viewed as ugly. He covers his mouth whenever he laughs or smiles in public.

Some "Fun" Facts:

▪︎Finn is haunted by the ghosts of the siblings he devoured in the womb in true shark mer fashion, they aren't aggressive towards him but they are tethered to him and cause him nightmares and endless stress and fear (they are the cause of the sense of dread people get around Finn)

•Finn's voice is very soft and very nice to listen to. It's like a flowing river. He's difficult to hear at times.

▪︎Finn enjoys flying and is very good at it

▪︎His family comes from the deep of the midnight zone, so he is well versed in abyssal magic and the dangerous and powerful spells that come with it

•Finn likes to garden

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A/N: Here's the boy! New and improved with an extra long personality section ooops

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[littlefreya]

What are party tricks of Henry and characters?

Don't be confused if Leon disappears for an hour and comes back from the kitchen with an insane fancy dish he decided to cook in order to spice up the party. Is anyone into some truffle risotto? Perhaps some shrimp cocktail?

But that's not all. His other party trick? Sleight of hand. How the hell did your bra end up in his pocket?

First thing first, this man can drink and still stay relatively sober, so avoid having a drink competition with him because there is no way you'd beat the Bull. Drinking is one thing though, but have you ever seen a guy light a shot on fire and drink it straight from the glass when it's still burning?

It started as a challenge, Sy's buddy thought he was too afraid to light his beard on fire, but Sy ain't one to step down from a challenge, and since then, it has become his go-to when he wants to impress a pretty little thing.

Clark can tell you which colour underwear you are wearing. He is not sharing his secret and how he knows... but somehow, he got it right, and since it was a challenge, and you are pretty damn impressed, you are definitely up for having a drink with him ;)

Introvert Walter is actually pretty damn good with the guitar... and while he is very humble and quite shy, once he spots a strings instrument, all hell breaks loose, and he has his sleeves rolled up, playing an epic guitar riff with bras being thrown at his feet.

August, probably hypnosis because there you were having a nice chat with him on the dance floor, speaking about political science and some deep philosophy stuffed.. and next thing you know.... (Cut for smut)

you are in the back room of the party, with August's head buried deep between your thighs and his tongue fucking you to oblivion.

Mikey is famous for his card trick, and the trick is quite simple: you pick a card, any card and whoop! What do you know? It's his phone number.

Also, don't dare him to get a piercing or a tattoo on a whim because he will sure as fuck do it.

Sy's "fire trick" is cool and all, but have you seen a dude create actual fire???? Igni! There goes that guy's beard... Yeah he is not supposed to use it to impress anyone; he is a Witcher, a professional.. but he is always one ale away from doing something risky... like filling his mouth with hard liquor and spitting fire.

He says he learned it from a chick called Xena.

[waterskies]

Little update on my newly set up 10gal

I know, I know. It looks bad. But it's okay. It's just in its diatom phase. Every new tank goes through this. It's this brown algae like stuff that covers everything. But they are little organisms called diatoms. They'll go away on their own once the tank settles itself. The ramshorn snails I put in there will also help to clean it up.

Up until today, this tank didn't have a filter as the one I had intended on using wouldn't work when I went to set it up. So I just had a little internal pump in there to keep a flow going. Now that it's got a filter, I put old filter media from my 40gal into the filter on this tank, so it's got beneficial bacteria already to go for some new fish. But, since this tank sat for what a week or so without a filter, there's some built-up ammonia and nitrites that I'm going to let get filtered out before I add any fish in there. I'll give it a week and test the water again and see how it's doing.

So far, though, some things are going well. Some things are not so good.

We have cyanobacteria on the driftwood closest to the light. Which is no biggie. I'm treating the tank with some stuff that gets rid of it.

This stuff works miracles. It just takes two doses 2 days apart, and the cyanobacteria never comes back. It doesn't affect shrimp, snails, or fish. And it doesn't harm your beneficial bacteria either. Though it may drop the oxygen in the water a bit so an air stone during treatment is recommended. Anyways, now that I'm done advertising, lmao

The Java fern wedged in the driftwood above the cyanobacteria is doing well. You can see the brighter green leaves that are new. It's really taken off in this tank.

Speaking of new growth. We've got new leaves on the cryptocoryne wendtii. Surprisingly, I didn't have much melt on them. They just look sad because of the diatoms, lol

New growth on the dwarf sagittaria as well.

Same for the vallisneria asiatica and rotala rotundifolia.

Both anubias also sport a new leaf! Don't mind the snail poop on the leaves. That's evidence of a job well done!

Well, that's the 10gal update. I'm still bouncing around between having a small school of middle schooling fish and some sort of small bottom dweller or getting a betta. I keep thinking about chili rasboras. I've always thought they were lovely despite me not being a big fan of the colour red(I'm more of a blue/purple type). Anyways I'm rambling. That's it for now~

[14muffinz]

3/?

C1 (and prompt) / C2 / C3 / C4

Duke’s no visual artist.

He’s a writer, first and foremost, and knows how to weave words into tapestries of literature even though when he speaks, he fumbles as hard as any other teenager. He’s got about seven different documents scattered across three different devices crammed full of quotes that he doesn’t have a use for but wants to, and that’s probably the best metaphor for his day-to-day life that he can come up with.

So, yeah, definitely not a visual artist, unless one can call his half-decent handwriting ‘art.’ Since gaining his powers, though, he’s had to train the skillset to the best of his ability, because otherwise it’s impossible to always convey exactly what he sees in the world.

Shrimp colours? Yeah, they’re funky things. (And technically not shrimp colours, according to Tim, but Duke refuses to call them anything else). Skin stripes? Complete bullshit, thanks for nothing internet.

Okay– not the point.

The point is that sometimes, he loses touch with what exactly is weird, or simply doesn’t notice because he doesn’t have a way of comparing what he sees to what everyone else sees.

The point is that Duke and Damian are in one of the lesser used rooms in the manor, enjoying some much-needed quiet time. Damian has his fancy pencils and markers next to him on the couch, while Duke is on the floor surrounded by a mix of supplies from different brands, and a couple highlighters that Damian sneers at but Duke uses to portray the aforementioned shrimp colours.

Does he think that there’s anything secret to see with their new foster sibling? Nah, not really. The guy looked pretty average, from Duke’s perspective, but often times with magic users or metas, normal doesn’t necessarily mean nothing. (For example, the absolute shitshow that was Duke meeting John Constantine).

With no photo to use for reference, Duke has to wing his drawing. Once or twice he discreetly pulls up the file on his phone, but otherwise there’s no reference, and it shows.

Certainly a bad sketch for a case, but when they need something like that, it’s usually Damian’s job first. What matters more is making him look human enough to get the point across, and Duke manages that just fine. Pale skin, distractingly green eyes, and a monotonous expression make the drawing recognisably their newest foster sibling.

… Okay, yeah, he doesn’t look as human on paper, but that’s probably just Duke’s mediocre art skills. Maybe he should try again.

“Who are you drawing?” Damian asks, glancing down at Duke’s sketch.

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Cass, in the cave and about to go through some exercises to work out her energy, is not at all amused when she unlocks her phone to see herself logged into the secure JL app that is password locked to oblivion.

There sits a not-so-innocent file, entitled Not A Case: The Case. The folder icon is Oracle’s signature shade of green, in case Cass thought about wondering who made the new file. Clicking around, it seems to be shared with about half of the Bats.

Will it be helpful to gather information? Yes. Is it unfairly invasive? Yes. Is Cass going to complain?

… No.

This is how the Bats show their love, as other heroes tell them over and over (and over, and over).

She flicks out of the JL files and starts up her music. The fight for not turning their new brother into a case has already been lost, but Cass isn’t here to do work.

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The front entryway of the manor is bugged. This is not considered an invasion of privacy, since Babs warned the family in advance, but maybe it’s a bit of an invasion of privacy now that there’s someone present who doesn’t know about the bugs.

Ehn. She can apologise once John Doe inevitably finds out about the Bat business. In comparison, Barbara’s constant monitoring doesn’t seem as stifling and unnecessary.

To the point – she uses high quality bugs in the manor. It’s the Bats’ safest of safehouses, and she will never take the risk of infiltration.

She zooms in on the scene of the social worker and Brucie chatting in the entry way. Despite being at an angle, the social worker is in crisp quality, while in comparison the teen beside him is completely out of focus, despite the fact that he’s practically angled straight at the camera.

Barbara has been stuck on this oddity all day. None of the footage was modified in any way, and there’s no smudge in any other footage. This, combined with the fact that all attempts at putting him through facial recognition have failed, begins to paint an intriguing picture.

Either he has some impressive masking tech, which has gone undetected by both the Bats and the government, or he may be a meta with some sort of ability to disrupt technology. Barbara is leaning towards the meta theory on account of his odd behavior. Metas are enough to be somewhat of a scientific mystery, and have a wide variety of possible hardships and genetic manifestations that could lead to an unpleasant collection of trauma responses, especially in a city as volatile as Gotham.

She places her current evidence into the slowly growing folder. So far, she’s only drawn Cass’ attention to it, but she knows that the rest of the Bats will come across it in time, and they will all draw their own conclusions. Barbara feels like she’s gotten somewhere, but she’s also a gal with a terrible sleep schedule, and is usually working on at least three cases at a time. It’s always helpful to get a second opinion.

Barbara reaches for her coffee mug, and finds to her dismay that there’s barely a sip left. She figures that’s a good a sign as any to take a break before starting on another case.

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“Must I have father reduce your patrol lengths?”

Thomas groans, as though Damian’s scepticism is somehow unwarranted, despite the fact his memory is clearly failing him. “Damian, I’m fine.”

Damian raises the supposed drawing of Doe close to Thomas’ face. It’s likely too close, but the motion is mostly for emphasis, and Thomas surely knows what his own drawing looks like. “This hardly looks like him.”

“If you think my art is shit, you can say so.”

“It’s not that,” Damian snaps, dropping the sketchbook to the ground. Thomas’ art may not meet the standards that Damian sets for himself, but the progress he has made in only a few months has been admirable. “You’ve drawn Doe with green eyes, despite the fact that it is clearly stated in his file, as well as extremely evident when looking at him, that his eyes are blue.”

Thomas raises a finger into Damian’s face. “Counterpoint.” Damian swats the finger away, sneering. “His eyes are extremely green. Even greener than yours, and they definitely can’t be confused like Babs’ can.”

Damian scoffs. “Did you pay any attention to him?”

“Did you?”

“If I may,” Alfred’s voice cuts in from the doorway, causing the two to spin around and face the butler. “Could it be possible this odd illusion has something to do with Master Duke’s abilities?”

Hm.

Yes, it very well could be.

“God bless Alfred,” Thomas mutters.

Damian sighs.

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JT: Looked at the new file.

JT: I’m assuming you wouldn’t have left us the bait if it was just a technical error?

BG: yeah thanks for noticing

BG: congrats on being first

JT: I got nothing better to do during daylight.

JT: So are we thinking android, storable tech, or meta?

JT: I know what I’m leaning towards.

BG: Is android even an answer?

JT: With some pieces of evidence? Yeah. With everything we have? Fuck no.

JT: Just trying to lighten the atmosphere. I don’t like that shit happened to a kid without us picking up on it.

BG: We can’t save everyone, Jay.

JT: Don’t I know it.