#squid pad for writing

[xoamiiren]

I SEA YOU, ⋆｡°✩ 𓈒𓈒 jelly fish vs. goldfish

𖥔 PRECIS. In which, Jungwon realizes he loves you far more than the oceans he studies. PAIRING. marine bio major bf!jungwon x painting major gf!reader GENRE. fluff, friends to lovers WARNINGS. skinship, mild kissing

ren note ୨୧ this was incredibly cute to write.

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Journal Entry O1: July 3rd

There’s something quietly cinematic about the way Jungwon moves through the world, his sneakers worn, frayed laces dragging against the ground, and his sea creature t-shirts thin and faded from too many washes clinging to his skin. His fingers are always curled around the strap of his camera, the weight of it a comforting presence on his chest. A worn tote bag slung over his shoulder carrying scribbled journals and books on marine life., and a different marine creature hangs from the strap on a keychain. His quiet eyes—cat-like and sharp—seem to study everything around him with an intensity he doesn’t speak aloud.

But today, like every day you’re near, his gaze rises — he notices you. You sit on a sun-warmed bench, sketchbook balanced on your knee, your hand lost in a flurry of movements. Y/N, a painting major, a dreamer. You wear flowy skirts that swish gently with the breeze, intricate crochet tops that speak of warmth and softness, your belly piercing always peeking out under the sun. You were always surrounded by a halo of color — paint smudged on your hands, your cheeks, even a few streaks on your pretty clothes.

Today, you were sketching jellyfish. And today, Jungwon feels the courage, unlike most days to approach. Without thinking, shy and hesitant, yet driven by something he doesn’t quite understand.

“Jellyfish actually have...,” his voice is soft as his finger hovers over your sketchbook., correcting a tiny detail with a shy shake of his head. You pause, you blink, and you smile too, wide and beautiful. A beautiful, full smile that makes Jungwon’s heart stumble in his chest. You change the drawing without hesitation, based on his correction, like it mattered to you.

You think he’s cute. Jungwon thinks You’re breathtaking.

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Journal Entry O2: July 5th

You cross paths again, in that unintentional, serendipitous way two people bound by an invisible string tend to do.

In the bustling hallway, Jungwon notices you first, again — catching sight of the familiar sway of your lacy skirt. The soft yellow paint smudge on your cheek standing out like a tiny splash of life in the world around you. You notices him too, this time, catching sight of the new little keychain that hangs from his bag. A dolphin.

You say nothing at first, only stare at him until he feels your eyes on him. With the gentleness of someone handling glass, he reaches out and brushes the paint off your cheek with the pad of his thumb, pulling away just as fast. He doesn’t say a word. He never does. He never knows what to say, but your smile says enough for the both of you. Your eyes drop to his bag, noticing the whale keychain.

You exchange no words, but in that quiet moment, Jungwon feels a connection forming, like the pull of the tide. His eyes seem to soften, studying you not as something distant, but something he could grow closer to.

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Journal Entry O3: July 7th

“Tell me an ocean fact.”

Your voice comes with the breeze, fluttering toward him as he sits alone on the stone wall, camera resting in his lap. Jungwon lifts his eyes, squinting against the sun, startled, and just… stares. His mouth opens, then closes. He can’t seem to find any words. The moment lingers awkwardly, but you just laugh, a light sound like wind chimes, and walks away with a wave.

He feels embarrassed, even hours later, as the memory of your request gnaws at him. He should have said something. Thinking of all the ocean facts he knows, which would you find the coolest? He wanted to be cool to you.

The next day, as you leave your class, Jungwon catches you by the sleeve.

“Squids have three hearts…” His words are rushed, awkward, but earnest, and he holds up three fingers as if to demonstrate.

You’re stunned. He’s scared. His chocolate orbs were blown wide, studying your reaction with nervous intensity. Your eyes light up, and you find it adorable that he remembered to tell you a simple fact — and that he had chased you down to share it.

Before walking away, he reaches into his tote bag and pulls out something small. A squid keychain. It dangles from his fingers, delicate and clear.

“For you,” he murmurs, his cheeks flushed as he hands it to you. You take it with a soft thank you, attaching it to your own bag immediately.

When you look up, he’s gone again.

Jungwon feels something warm unfurling in his chest.

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Journal Entry O4: July 9th

Jungwon doesn’t talk much, but he begins to open up to you, little by little.. You talk enough for both of you. Your stories spill out like paint from a tube, vivid and chaotic. But somehow you're still always charming.

And he listens, smiling quietly to himself as you walk across campus, or when you walk together after class, the squid keychain now dangling from your bag. He likes listening as you speak with your hands. Your hands always smudged with paint, your sketchbook always bulging with papers and doodles. You always lead the conversation with ease.

Always…

One day, as you sit together on the grass, Jungwon notices that you smell like lavender and something sweet, while you notice that Jungwon smells faintly of citrus, and that his soft sandy locks catch the sun in a way that makes your heart stutter.

You like the way he stares out at the world, thoughtful and observant, always just a little bit removed but never distant. Jungwon likes the way your lips curl when you laugh, full and soft, your joy infectious. He likes the way your hands are always working on something creative, bringing beauty into the world with every stroke of your pencil or brush.

He finds himself wanting to be part of your world, even if it means just quietly standing by your side.

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Journal Entry O5: July 10th

The aquarium was Jungwon’s idea, though he mumbled the invitation, unsure of how to ask.

“Want to go to the aquarium?”

The question came unexpectedly one afternoon, as you parted ways after class. His voice is small, barely there, but you hear it. You always hear him… You say yes. He’s surprised you said yes.

You wander the quiet halls of the aquarium. You walk in silence at first, but it’s the comfortable kind, your pinkies brushing every so often until, near the shark exhibit, Jungwon’s fingers finally curl around yours and you both look straight ahead into the glass covered ocean before you.

Later, under the glass bridge, where the ocean swirls above you, Jungwon kisses you, soft and hesitant, his lips barely brushing yours before he pulls away, cheeks burning. You blush too, but he chases your lips for another taste, a quiet desperation in his eyes that makes your heart leap.

Even later, you kiss again in secret, more firm this time, hidden by the dim light of the jellyfish tanks, your glowing forms casting an ethereal light on your flushed faces.

Jungwon decides he likes kissing you.

You decide you like being kissed by Jungwon.

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Journal Entry O6: July 12th

Your dates are small and sweet. You bring him to the museum, where you explain the brushstrokes of paintings with the same enthusiasm Jungwon has for sea creatures. Jungwon listens, his eyes always observing, always studying you as you talk, as if memorizing every detail of your face.

In turn, he takes you to the beach, where you roll up your skirt and Jungwon, his pants, splashing through the shallow waves like kids. You kiss in the sand, salt on your lips and in your hair, your head resting on his chest as you lie under the vast sky.

One afternoon, you visit the pet store. A tiny goldfish catches Jungwon’s eye, its golden scales glittering under the light. You watch him, the way he presses his hands to the glass, his eyes wide with wonder. Without thinking twice, he buys the fish, and you bring it to his home together, its little bowl nestled in Jungwon’s arms.

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Journal Entry O7: July 14th

In his new apartment, you spend afternoons tangled together on his mattress on the floor, you doodle little fish on Jungwon’s arm, your pen gliding over his skin in lazy strokes while he lies back on the thin sheets, watching you with soft eyes. The fan whirs above you, your thin clothes sticking to your skin as the summer heat seeps through the open window.

“I believe in mermaids,” he whispers one day, his voice barely audible over the fan as he rests his head on the plushness of your thighs, staring up at you like the stars in the sky.

You turn from the window, head down to look at him, curious.

“I think you’re a mermaid.”

Your lips part in surprise before breaking into a grin. And for the first time, you lean down to kiss him, with all the gentleness of the tide washing over the shore, your hand cupping his cheek. Jungwon’s heart swells in his chest…

Jungwon loves you.

And you, you love Jungwon too.

[bogleech]

wait, you wrote for cracked? damn I loved that website so much and it taught me do many things about writing, comedy, life and the human nature! thank you for adding to that!

I didn't write a TON for it and they scrapped or rewrote up to 40% of my text (this was kind of standard for the site) but some of my biggest Cracked hits include...

Nature's 6 Most Diabolical Predators

5 Evil Species of Flies

6 Dark Sides to Adorable Creatures

6 Sadistic Insect Predators

7 Vehicles Built and Driven by Animals

8 Most Terrifying Diets in the Animal Kingdom

9 Mind Blowing Disguises in the Animal Kingdom

Unlikely Partners in the Animal Kingdom

People who regularly read my website and have never read these or aren't too familiar with Cracked will probably find some of the differences pretty jarring; they had us write in a sort of frat-boy persona and would rewrite your text anyway, their editing pushed almost all nature articles towards a horror or grossout angle (which I really tried my best to mitigate) and they were ULTRA particular about final list content in ways that remain mysterious to me; they'd ask me to pad out submissions with more entries than they were going to actually use, for instance, leading to a lot of "filler" where I had to kind of reach to justify something under the article's topic, and then they'd end up keeping some of that filler while cutting what I thought were the most exciting entries.

"Dark sides to adorable animals" wasn't even originally called that, I forget what I pitched it as, but it's the most notorious one in my memory because whoever edited it evidently thought that squid are cyclopses.

[idontknowreallywhy]

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Writing art is not my forte but Virg doesn’t have access to a piano right now so he insisted. I hereby blame any clumsy wording / inaccuracies on this being Scott’s POV so… yeah it’s the flyboy’s fault.

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It had been a little over 48 hours since Scott had last been in the same room as Virgil. While at one end of the feed a brother was happily chatting away to his invisible-to-everyone-else best friend, the unseen brother at the other huddled on the couch, curled protectively around his tablet lifeline and was politely rebuffing anyone who hovered with offers of irrelevancies like sustenance and reassurance. And company.

He felt bad about that. He had a nasty suspicion John was berating himself for revealing those details about the past and at some point very soon Scott was going to need to fix it. But it wasn’t now. The rest of them needed to concentrate on Virgil anyway.

Speaking of which…

Virgil had got fidgety and was stretching his arms behind his head in an achingly familiar way. Gordon, who was on duty again, was heavy-napping on one of the other beds and didn’t stir. The squid had taken the brunt of his brother’s care upon himself and he needed the sleep and so this was fine. Kayo and John were distracting Alan. Scott was keeping watch and could raise the alarm if the patient got out of bed. He didn’t though, merely shuffled his pillows around a while before appearing to notice the sketch pad and new set of pencils that had been left on his bedside table at his big brother’s insistence. Scott felt a little rush of justification as Virgil seized the pad and opened it to a fresh page, tapping his chin thoughtfully with the end of a pencil.

Scott watched as his brother began to sketch some light sweeping strokes across the page. The tension in Virgil’s expression melted away and Scott felt a little of himself beginning to thaw too.

After a few minutes, the artist laid the pad down beside him while he reached over to to select a different grade of pencil from the tin. Even upside down Scott recognised the sketch as the beginnings of one of Virgil’s many sky backgrounds - rays of sun peaking through soft clouds, the hint of a light wind mysteriously depicted through graphite on white. So many things could emerge next - a cityscape, a portrait, a whale leaping from the ocean… It could be an abstract of a solar eclipse or a detailed study of one of their ships. Perhaps a flock of birds over a silhouetted volcanic island. Whatever his eventual intention, Virgil so often began with the sky and everything else followed.

He picked the sketchbook up again and proceeded to add something smaller and more detailed. Scott entertained a hope that it might end up being Two and One flying home side by side - had three of those displayed in his suite - one watercolour, one acrylic, one mixed media collage and he was more than happy to add a pencil version too if Virgil allowed it. The eyebrows of intense concentration had been deployed and Scott had begun to smile at the familiarity of this when the merely concentrating look hardened into something else.

Virgil started to add much heavier lines, the knuckles of his right hand white as he held the book steady and the left almost a blur as he dug the pencil in hard and dragged it rapidly to and fro across the page. Scott wondered how the paper could possibly withstand such a ferocious onslaught of carbon - he half expected it to catch fire if his brother didn’t gouge a hole straight through it first.

Scott watched in helpless dismay as his the look of distress on his brother’s face deepened and was on the point of calling Gordon to wake him when Virgil seemed to run out of steam and slumped back into the pillows, sketchpad clutched to his chest. He closed his eyes and took a couple of breaths before propping himself up again and gazing at what he had drawn. He didn’t move at all for several minutes. Scott unconsciously leaned sideways as if he could change the angle of the security camera to see what it was then swore to himself. This was wrong. He should just be able to go and ask… he always asked and Virg always showed him… maybe somewhat shyly but he’d always show him. He didn’t dare defy Grandma, not when he was so clueless about all of this, but his gut told him she was wrong - Scott should be there by Virgil’s side.

This was wrong. She was wrong.

He had to try again.

He stood and started towards the stairs to go and reason with her when another movement from the screen caught his attention. Without removing his eyes from the sketch pad, Virgil leaned over to the bedside table and patted around until his fingers closed over a large eraser. He spun it in his fingers for a few moments then appeared to remove something then added some small detail, his expression intense but unreadable, even to the brother who knew him best.

Some small noise must have alerted Gordon who suddenly flung himself on to the bed and enveloped Virgil in a hug.

The sketchpad slipped to the floor and Scott slowly sat back down again.

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[somebodyminecrafyidk]

[What Could Have Been]

After the unfortunate reveal of what kind of person Wilbursoot was, I was unsure whether or not to post this, but I've decided to. Here is my outline for the beginning of a fanfic I was writing...

Note: Everything under the cut was written before Wilbur was exposed for being an abuser, as well as some of the tags

A Modern-Vampire!AU involving SBI and a few other people.

Techno is an aspiring writer that recently moved into a very... low quality aparment. He's taken note of the number of bats that fly around the neighborhood and has developed a habit many people in his apartment complex have; feeding fruit to the bats that hang out around his place.

The place is pretty chill. Techno works at this nice Café. (Whether it's Niki's or not is up to you.) He's developed a small rivalry with this random kid who pesters him for food all the time. Techno usually shares his lunch with the kid. (Techno admits the kid is pretty cute with his squid themed. backpack and hoodie)

Anyway, Techno is doing well, he's adjusting to the neighborhood, his boss is pretty nice, and he even has the free time to write his second novel now.

Time passes and Techno has fully adjusted to the place, getting comfortable until... Tommy shows up! Tommy is a fledgling vampire who recently was given the freedom of going out. (As long as one of the other coven members are with him.)

One day while out, Tommy gets distracted and wanders off, loseing his caretaker of the night. This leads to Tommy getting lost and ariving at an old apartment complex. The place has bat boxes and Tommy prepares to spend the day in one to hide from the sun.

While trying to hide from the sun in his bat form, Tommy finds this weird guy with shitty pink hair who's been trying to lure him inside with grapes. (Techno sees a small pup without it's mother desperately hiding in his very old and falling apart bat box.)

Eventually Techno gets the pup inside, wrapping him up in a soft baby blanket and putting him in a shoe box with a warming pad.

Tommy is scared and confused by the actions of this random human... but he quite likes the warm box he's been put in... it's not his fault if he fell asleep!

Across the city is a frantic Wilbur trying to find his missing brother who disappeared after he looked away for a second! Okay, maybe he was staring at that pretty human running the nearby record store but Tommy had been right there beside him!

Wilbur and the rest of the coven desperately searches for Tommy before being forced to take refuge from the sun indoors.

I'm unsure of what happens next but Tommy eventually makes his way back and is promptly grounded and forced to stay indoors. The only problem is that... Tommy has imprinted on Techno during his time with him and begins sneaking out to hang out with Techno. (Techno is relieved that the little bat he helped was doing well!)

[bearmemesreviews]

FotW: SDMI - The Shrieking Madness

As you can tell by our episode's title, today Mystery Incorporated tackles the Chthulu mythos! Gotta love those weird ugly squid gods, and the fact that their writer chickened out when it came to describing them only adds to their charm. Everyone loves designing creatures that can "break" the mind of anyone who looks at it directly.

Scooby-Doo was neither the first nor the last children's show to tackle this topic, but MI is our first real representation of it for the franchise. Let's talk about it and the gang's first college tour.

Backstory: The gang are all driven to the Darrow University by their parents whose motives are far different from their children's. Meanwhile, the college is playing host to two popular writers who couldn't be any more different. Harlan Ellison is a no-nonsense tightwad whose work is more "respectable" than the cosmic horror tales written by H.P. Hatecraft - this universe's version of our H.P.

One of Ellison's fans disparages the works of Hatecraft, and is swiftly attacked and kidnapped by the main villain of those stories. The gang mostly stumbles into this mystery by accident, preoccupied by their early brushes with college life. Daphne becomes a communist, Fred is put through homoerotic hazing, and Shaggy points out that he's no longer voiced by a vegetarian in a very unsubtle way.

Velma is the one who actually came to meet Ellison at a book signing, and the gang soon cross each other's paths before finding Ellison being terrorized by green Squidward.

The gang still have their hang-ups, much more strained thanks to everyone's love troubles. They even get distracted from the mystery thanks to their previous college antics, until Char Gar Gothakon attacks Shag and Scoob directly. When the gang confronts Hatecraft, he first gives them the "whispers from another world that I translate into the best-selling written word" spiel. However, to dispel the beast he decides to reveal to an entire class of people the truth.

He made it all up, there is no dark force from an alternate dimension giving him material to write. This upsets his number one fan, but that pales in comparison to how badly Charizard Gengar Gothita takes the news. The Gangrene Illithid kidnaps his creator and takes him back to Hateman's house, which is also where the Ellison fan was being kept prisoner in.

Chary Gary becomes another attempted murderer, deciding that Hatecraft deserved an appointment with the ground after a trip to the roof. The gang distracts the monster long enough to save both Hatecraft, and Char Gar Gothakon, when they nearly fall off the roof. They finally muzzled his tentacles, a trick Fred learned from his college buddies, solving the mystery you already did several minutes ago.

Design: Char Gar Gothakon is a humanoid octopus-human hybrid wearing cultish robes, obviously based on Chthulu and Illithids from D&D. Octopus-faced monsters are just awesome, with the sea creature they're based on already being some of the coolest things on our planet. Did you know all of them are venomous, and some of the best hunter-killers in the sea? They're like wolves in that way, creatures we can both hype up as supernatural omens of death and real-life predators you don't mess with.

Char Gar Gothakon: The Beast with no name, is rather lanky despite how stocky its wearer is. It has diamond-shaped eyes with orange irises and yellow sclera and pupils. It has a globular smooth head and wriggling tentacles encompassing most of its lower face. It's body, especially its "forehead", is covered in skin patterns resembling green splotches like the markings of a frog. It also has small siphons, two on each side of its head, in place of ears. Another easy to miss detail are the gillman-like fins on its forearms.

Its outfit is rather flamboyant, resembling a priest's dressing with a turned-up high collar that's too large for its already giant head. Its shoulder pads are gigantic and connected to the rest of the outfit by the belt. It's belt and bicep bracelets are all gold.

It doesn't even wear a shirt, the middle piece of its outfit being mostly made-up of intersecting strips that expose its shoulders, ribs, and V-line.

Honestly, it's a pretty slutty costume. Besides it's vertical striped long skirt it also wears fingerless elbow-length gloves that also have gaps to expose MORE of its skin.

For powers, it uses a sonic screech that's powerful enough to Launch a grown man onto a car's hood. Its face tentacles can also stretch out, revealing a large circular maw full of sharp teeth underneath, to entangle a victim. The tentacles also stretch and contort in a way that shouldn't even be physically possible since they were taken from a real dead octopus.

Reveal: The true culprit turns out to be Hatecraft's own superfan and student assistant, Howard E. Roberts (named after Robert E. Howard). He decided to bring Hatecraft's monster to life to get back at the haters. However, when Hatecraft declared himself a fraud the superfan decided that the author needed to be destroyed. He made his sonic death blast technology with the help of his college courses by the way.

It is actually through deriding their fans that Ellison and Hatecraft find companionship with each other, leaving the gang to discover the archived documents stolen by Mr. E left in the Mystery Machine.

The plot thickens.

5/5, Western Media needs more Mindflayer rep. Nice Gregorian Chants by the way.

See, you can talk about Lovecraft without mentioned his cat being named after the N-Word.

[seffien]

writing a fic that focuses primarily on marie and four so here's some ideas/extra headcanons:

- there’s actually a little living space in cuttlefish cabin. one day, four falls asleep while on a break, so marie lets her sleep in the cabin while she sleeps outside

- after day 1 of her new ���job’, four looked up marie, and was thinking of calling her ms. cuttlefish out of niceness and respect

- marie is insistent on four eating, drinking, and sleeping properly. one day she makes herself lunch but asks four if she’s eaten before digging in

(“Did you eat already?” asked Marie, breaking Octo Canyon’s windy silence.

Four hesitated, then shook her head. Marie passed her own lunch to her. She looked at it, then the woman in front of her.

And she refused.

“You haven’t eaten. I’m giving you the chance to eat now. Eat.”

Again, a refusal, and again, Marie told her to eat.

“I’m not letting you go until you do.”)

- as mentioned here, marie did indeed patch four up whenever she got hurt.

(She was sure to be gentle with the wound, as it was still bleeding. Whenever Four would flinch, she’d pause. With gentle strokes of a damp cotton pad, she cleaned it. That was easy enough, but disinfecting it wasn’t. Nothing good came of enemy ink in a wound, so to remove that and any other impurities, she applied a disinfectant. It hurt Four a bit, she could tell, but she was surprisingly calm.

"Hard part's over," she muttered, looking up at Four. “You need to be careful, Four. If this keeps up, I won’t be able to let you do any more kettles on your own.”

Four scowled, an action Marie didn’t like.

“Oh, what?” she sighed. “You’re upset that I’m taking care of you? You’re still a kid. I’m not gonna let them rough you up and then do nothing about it.”

That didn’t change Four’s mind.

“Be mad all you want, but that won’t stop me from taking care of you.”

With care, she applied a squid-shaped bandage, then pushed herself up.

“All done.” She made her way inside Cuttlefish Cabin. “Stay where you are, I’ll fix you some food.”)

- of course, marie does indeed teach four how to use a charger...using her own charger, here's a smaller snippet of that.

(Marie shut one eye tight.

"This isn't a Scope, so you just have to get that sense. See it and react."

She yanked back the trigger and shot one of the dummies, popping it.

"Like that. Not a good example since the target's stationary, but here." She tossed Four her charger. It missed her hands and hit the ground with a loud, echoing crack. Four scrambled to pick it up and looked at Marie with wide eyes.

"Don't freak, it's fine." She put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "I'll run past you, and you try to hit me."

Four stepped back, quickly shaking her head.

"You won't actually hit me. Plus, there's a respawn machine in the cabin." She patted her shoulder. "Come on, you can do it.")

(Marie reacted quickly, blocking the shot with her parasol. Then, she closed it and approached Four.

A slightly-genuine smirk spread across her face. "Good shot."

Four raised an eyebrow.

"You'll get it, trust me. If I could, so can you."

The woman swore she saw Four grin at the words, but that grin vanished a second later.)

- four checks on marie one day while the latter is hanging by the map in, what, area 4? optional: marie is a smoker.

(Four hopped down, walking beside Marie. Concern was in her usually expressionless eyes.

"I'm fine, Four. Go do whatever it is you do."

Her eyes went to the cigarrette in her right hand. Marie's face fell. Her mentee, the poor girl, wasn't supposed to see this. Sure, the Octoweapons were huge and dangerous, but Four was able to take those down. How would she react to the knowledge that her boss was a smoker?

The cigarette took a long fall into Octo Canyon's waters below. Four still saw it, obviously, but that wasn't something she wanted to think about.

"Heh," she laughed nervously, "sorry about that. I-I'm just a bit tired." Her fake, uneven smile faded. "Yeah. Tired."

Through all this, Four still stared. It'd feel bad to shoo her off, but there was nothing else to do. Marie waved her hand, and she started to walk away. Before diving into a kettle, she looked behind her, then went in.

Marie sighed, pulling out another cigarette. What a horrible role model she was.)

- near the end, four found marie on a high up spot in an unmarked location in octo canyon. despite marie’s protests—

(Four moved towards her, gazing up.

“Don’t!” Marie called from high up. “You’ll get hurt!”)

—four somehow makes it up.

(Finally, she hopped on up, sitting next to an impressed Marie.

“…Wow. You’re better than I thought.”)

marie sticks her umbrella between the two of them, marking an eternal hangout spot.

(Marie watched the sky, then Four, who watched the sky herself. With a smile, she passed the girl another container.

“Lunch. On me.”)

- when callie was saved, everyone gathered back at octo valley. callie decided to take a photo commemorating her rescue, but it didn't go as planned.

(Callie skipped away from the camera, putting an arm around Marie.

"Alright," she said, "smile!"

She glanced at the faces of the other two, then looked back at the camera right as it flashed.

Not a single genuine smile was in the photo. Callie's smile was nervous, and neither Four nor her cousin were smiling at all.)

- marie later gave four a hug before they all left, telling her 'thank you.' four was reluctant, but she eventually hugged her back

- marie also did indeed bake four a cake and send it to her. she even signed the thing

[mildew-mop]

We are mentally ill in various ways (most often post about autism, ADHD, DID, C-PTSD, anxiety). We try to tag stuff consistently but sometimes forget. It can be all over the place. Will reblog whatever we’re randomly interested in. We have 5 pet cats. Click here for a carrd with all the stories we’ve written and posted online over the years. Click here to see our works on ao3.

We deal with chronic pain, and various physical issues. Occasionally will talk about it on here.

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[emeraldspiral]

Headcanon: There are no artists on Irk. No one designs clothes, no on draws, paints, writes, or sculpts, no one sings or dances or acts or makes music or movies or video games. All art/design work is made by an AI, not unlike planet Plim. In fact, I'd say if earth in IZ is an exaggeration of our current world and Irk is just taking things to a further logical extreme, then Plim is like, the end stage.

Irkens don't make their own art so they can devote themselves solely to the drudgery of the work the Control Brains deem valuable in their society. The closest thing anyone has to a creative outlet is inventing weapons or designing battleships for the armada or cooking, because food and conquest are the only things they're allowed to care about. Any entertainment they have is either shows/music/video games from other planets or the same kind of mindless AI-generated content the Plim get fed to keep them amused, but not challenged or stimulated, in order to keep them complacent.

You can actually see evidence of this reflected in the design of Zim's house. It's clear the main facade is designed based on his crude understanding of what a "normal" human house should look like. "Art" pieces like a sign reading "I Eat Food" right above the toilet elevator in the kitchen, or a picture of a squid labeled "squid" are clearly meant to keep up appearances, not reflective of Zim's own personal tastes. The base is also really minimalistic once you get past the loud color scheme. It has the bare minimum furniture in the living room and less than the bare minimum in the kitchen where there are no cabinets or countertops whatsoever. A single small cabinet beside the TV is the only place for storage or display and there's virtually no other decor besides what's in that cabinet and the aforementioned wall art. Also absent are any lamps, clocks, mirrors, or plants. It's barely a step above the stereotypical barren bachelor pad. In the underground area, meant only for Zim's eyes where he can feel free to design it any way he wants, there is no art or decor what-so-ever. Everything is purely functional.

[royalreef]

        “Oh!!! It seems I am finally being acknowledged for my position proper!

                                                       Now, while you are here —

        I require my bedchambers prepared for the night. Have the sheets turned down and get the heat pad underneath running so that it will be nice and warm by the time I arrive. Put it on the lowest setting, it is starting to heat up again so it is only proper. Oh! And make sure the staff know that the ‘air conditioning’ should be running, and that it should be turned down another degree or so. Look up the definition of ‘air conditioning’ as well. The aquariums should also be scrubbed tomorrow, so write that upon the schedule, and Sprinkles’ feeding can not be late again, you know how feisty she gets when she is not provided with the finest of squid chunks! And check the quality of the otter blubber they add. I’ve heard stories from the other royals that their staff have been shorting them because they thought it did not make a difference. Has my bath been run yet? I need a polish up upon my scales, I noticed some on my tail have been dull lately, where they rub against the floor. I shall have to call the royal tailors again sometime this week to fix that, write that down, and we will also need a new scribe manufactured, I fed one of them to Cupcake yesterday.

        Oh, and—”

[ruinunderdark]

Duergar noble night out

Baldur’s gate was in a new era. The absolute was stomped out, the city rebuilt, and the grand duke's son Wyll returned after his banishment; with him he brought a wonder a surface duergar, a bard no less going against all cultural norms for them.

The announcement of their wedding was a shock. Some more high strung folks were against it but most celebrated, It was hard to worry about a grand duke marrying a under dwarf who doesn't even follow ladguar when a army and giant brain destroyed the whole city.

But now things have settled down Ruin sits in the ballroom.

I sat on the old rickety stool tuning my lute. It stuck out among the fine furniture but after travellings Faerun in a covered wagon for most my days, course I had occasional finery at the inn and noble's house when I laid with them before taking my vow, but none of them seemed to compare to the padding here maybe since they were no longer a rare treat but everyday. So I often sat on the rickety stool I found in the kitchen.

Wyll walked in with his usual bright charming smile, he seemed to have a bit more pep in his step. “Why ye so cocky today yer walking like they stuck a toad in ye boots”. I chortled as he pranced over. Wyll only smiled as he softly rubbed my head “No honey but I have good news. Blurg and omeluum sent us an invitation to their wedding guests of honor even” he once again showed off his bright pearly smile.

I took the invitation and glanced at it, man the Hobgoblin must have took a calligraphy class, “classy surprised the squid Didn't send us a telepathic invite” I snarked looking at the back, about time they tied the knot, even in the myconoid colony they felt like old lovers. “Invitations are memorable, they show dedication. What's a better way to know you won't get sick of someone then writing their name over and over” of course he had that dreamy tone he always sounds like that prince from fairy tails he told me about.

“we didn't do invitations” I chuckled gently smacking his ass “what can I say noble weddings are public events, and for your side I'd have to track down your clan and hope their more progressive duergars after the cave in” I felt pat him pat my head like a cat, “me grandma was progressive if a babe got cocky she'd give em 20 lashes stead of 30”. “Well I'm sure she would have been a…..lovely guest. I'll write invites When we renew our vows, even learn art to draw the prettiest noble stalks On all the paper sourced from the underdark.” That bit of poetry got to me as me cheeks turned ruddy.

“Saved yourself me prince won't have to cut ye tounge and feed it to rothe afterall. Send a letter or return an invite to em that we’ll attend less flayers Consider eatin brains a wedding vow.” Finally my lute strings were up to taste, As I strung the lute I looked to him watching as he closed his eyes. I could play the most aweful tune and he'd still do it.

When a maid came slinging for wyll I knew our small moment together was over “Ah the call of the people I best be going there's another meeting” he had a courtesy bow when he said it something a tutor must of taught him as a young kid “course remind em bout the deep gnome aid n the Underdark improvement fundin” I clicked my tounge going back to my lute. People didn't understand me I know I talk weird underdark dialect pushed to the extreme by years as a bard, Not that surface dwellers can go to a duergar clan and fully understand them.

Flirting sounds like a threat to them and compliments sound like insults not to mention how thick isolated clans accents can get.

It feels more alienating now that I'm among nobles. I like to go to the drunken mermaid the languge of drunks in a seedy bar feels more accepting if you call someone a crooked nose their there they laugh and retort back. I miss the days where I would show up to a inn as a lone bard perform and laugh acting like a jester the way I mocked others while they laughed along, In drunken taverns the best insult would sometimes get the best cheers and liven things up. I'd even spend a night with sissy patrons I mocked all night that came by sheepishly with a coin bag asking for more.

If someone got pissed off I'd play it up as a crowd gathers, but of course a drunk facing a stubborn under dwarf often lost a battle of wits and if a battle of swords often broke out they were no match for a duergar battle axe.

The feeling if lonesome hit me, The empty grand rooms only feel like home when Wyll was with me. “Right Lute yer all tuned ain't got much more work for ye Till the next ball till then Mama needs a night out with me favorite babe.”

I grabbed my trusty hand drum before heading out. I needed to get away from the stuffy house. The streets were empty no one seemed to like the gray weather, but it was perfect for me to clear my mind in peace.

[p2mc]

InCoding Newsletter #5 - Malicious Code in NPM and More

Hello everyone! It's quite cold outside right now. To help you forget about the weather, we prepared warm and fuzzy coding stories!

'coa' NPM Library Hijacked with Malicious Code 💀 - As if we had learned nothing from the left-pad incident back in 2016, another NPM library caused havoc on the internet yet again. Of course, this wasn't NPM's fault, but rather due to the practice of some developers always using the latest version of the library for their builds. If you follow these two simple guidelines, you will significantly reduce the chance of being affected by this type of problem: 1) Use a specific version of a library, NEVER the latest. 2) DO NOT use the new version right after its release (wait around six months, then other people have already tested everything for you).

How to Learn Compilers 🏭 - People sometimes ask me what the best way to learn about compilers is. In general, there are two models of compilers: 1) Traditional compilers before LLVM 2) Improved compilers after LLVM. But now, it looks like it's better to learn about compilers using the LLVM method. Here's a short blog post that outlines what you need to study.

Top 10 Security Issues to Watch Out for in 2021 🕵️‍♀️ - The basis of crime prevention is to 'make my house a little bit safer than the house next to me.' The same applies to computer security. Unless hackers specifically target you, they go after the services with weaker security than yours first. Therefore, any great programmer must always stay updated on the most common vulnerabilities and their countermeasures, which OWASP updates every few years!

We Are Testing Software Incorrectly and It's Costly 📈 - There's nothing more inefficient than writing unit tests for every public method without questioning their necessity. It's not about writing more tests. It's about writing proper tests. So what should we do? This blog post suggests one way. If you don't like reading, you can look at the author's open-source project instead.

Squid Game with Pure CSS (without images/Javascript) 🦑 - Squid Game is the hot potato of the world at the moment. Someone in our field could not stay still and also joined the club! Squid Game using only CSS. 🤓

See you next week! 💻🔥

-Pope

[hollow-knight-hope]

babey picnic

part 1

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Ooh I saw the can one and that got me thinking of reader with cane with the same people :) love your works keep it up <3

Thank you so much for enjoying my work! Here’s the link to the can ask if you were wondering.

Malleus, Riddle and Azul + reader that uses a cane!

Malleus Draconia

Malleus of course, knew what canes where and why they were used but he had rarely seen them in person before. Even less so being used by people close to his mental age.

He wondered if you used the cane for aesthetics or if you had a medical issue that required the use of one. Either way, he enjoyed seeing the way you used it with pride and sometimes customizing it to fit your own style.

You might find a couple new canes that appear next to your current one, ones with custom Briar Valley engravings. This man has too much money and too much love for you. He writes a little note saying how he loved each of them for you and couldn’t choose just one.

He might also consider buying one for himself too, just so you could match. He finds human styles fascinating in how they can change so quickly and he wishes to partake in them with you.

“My dear, would you like me to accompany you? I understand that you have your cane to guide you, but I wish to do so as well.”

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was always by your side when you walk together. It’s not that he doesn’t trust your ability to use your cane, or the cane’s ability to hold you; he just wants to be sure nothing could happen to you.

I know his staff is more of a baton than a cane but bare with me I wanna make this cute. He loves it when you walk with him to his seat during unbirthday parties. The image of you and him walking together, the clicks of his staff and your cane hitting the the ground at the same time made his poor heart flutter.

Always asks about your comfort, even if you guys are just relaxing together. Or whatever he thinks relaxing is. He finds that heating pads work wonderfully with most types of pain. Pls tell me you guys have seen the cute little avocado heating pads.

Sometimes he worries that he’s being too overbearing or overwhelming. He truly means the best, but with a mother like his, he doesn’t really know how to watch out for someone without going overboard.

“Let me know if you need anything, I wish for you to be the happiest you can be.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would be more than happy to help you with anything you need. He knows better than most how it feels to need extra help when walking. I like to think his cane isn’t actually just for show.

He will find a way to get you a cane that complements his, that way it’s still unique to you while still showing others that you two are together. Plus it’s cute watching you walk around with a squid on your cane.

You will feel like royalty the minute you walk into the monstro lounge. He has a table set aside especially for you so you don’t have to strain yourself and your favorite drink is already set waiting for you.

Will not allow anyone to even think about mocking you. This man has no patience for people who laugh at what someone can’t change. Floyd gets new friends to squeeze.

“Welcome back love. Please make yourself comfortable, if you need anything at all, please tell me.”

[rockislandadultreads]

Reading for a Better World: Climates & Conservation

Hurricane Lizards and Plastic Squid: The Fraught and Fascinating Biology of Climate Change by Thor Hanson

A beloved natural historian explores how climate change is driving evolution   In Hurricane Lizards and Plastic Squid, biologist Thor Hanson tells the remarkable story of how plants and animals are responding to climate change: adjusting, evolving, and sometimes dying out. Anole lizards have grown larger toe pads, to grip more tightly in frequent hurricanes. Warm waters cause the development of Humboldt squid to alter so dramatically that fishermen mistake them for different species. Brown pelicans move north, and long-spined sea urchins south, to find cooler homes. And when coral reefs sicken, they leave no territory worth fighting for, so aggressive butterfly fish transform instantly into pacifists. A story of hope, resilience, and risk, Hurricane Lizards and Plastic Squid is natural history for readers of Bernd Heinrich, Robin Wall Kimmerer, and David Haskell. It is also a reminder of how unpredictable climate change is as it interacts with the messy lattice of life.

Nature's Best Hope: A New Approach to Conservation That Starts in Your Yard by Douglas W. Tallamy

Douglas W. Tallamy’s first book, Bringing Nature Home, sparked a national conversation about the link between healthy local ecosystems and human well-being. In Nature's Best Hope, he takes the next step and outlines his vision for a grassroots, home-grown approach to conservation. Nature's Best Hope advocates for homeowners everywhere to turn their yards into conservation corridors that provide wildlife habitats. This home-based approach doesn’t rely on the federal government and protects the environment from the whims of politics. It is also easy to do, and readers will walk away with specific suggestions they can incorporate into their own yards. Nature's Best Hope is nature writing at its best—rooted in history, progressive in its advocacy, and above all, actionable and hopeful. By proposing practical measures that ordinary people can easily do, Tallamy gives us reason to believe that the planet can be preserved for future generations.

The Ark and Beyond: The Evolution of Zoo and Aquarium Conservation by Ben A. Minteer (Editor), Jane Maienschein (Editor), James P. Collins (Editor)

Scores of wild species and ecosystems around the world face a variety of human-caused threats, from habitat destruction and fragmentation to rapid climate change. But there is hope, and it, too, comes in a most human form: zoos and aquariums. Gathering a diverse, multi-institutional collection of leading zoo and aquarium scientists as well as historians, philosophers, biologists, and social scientists, The Ark and Beyond traces the history and underscores the present role of these organizations as essential conservation actors. It also offers a framework for their future course, reaffirming that if zoos and aquariums make biodiversity conservation a top priority, these institutions can play a vital role in tackling conservation challenges of global magnitude. While early menageries were anything but the centers of conservation that many zoos are today, a concern with wildlife preservation has been an integral component of the modern, professionally run zoo since the nineteenth century. From captive breeding initiatives to rewilding programs, zoos and aquariums have long been at the cutting edge of research and conservation science, sites of impressive new genetic and reproductive techniques. Today, their efforts reach even further beyond recreation, with educational programs, community-based conservation initiatives, and international, collaborative programs designed to combat species extinction and protect habitats at a range of scales. Addressing related topics as diverse as zoo animal welfare, species reintroductions, amphibian extinctions, and whether zoos can truly be “wild,” this book explores the whole range of research and conservation practices that spring from zoos and aquariums while emphasizing the historical, scientific, and ethical traditions that shape these efforts. Also featuring an inspiring foreword by the late George Rabb, president emeritus of the Chicago Zoological Society / Brookfield Zoo, The Ark and Beyond illuminates these institutions’ growing significance to the preservation of global biodiversity in this century.

The Fragile Earth: Writing from The New Yorker on Climate Change by David Remnick, Henry Finder

Just one year after climatologist James Hansen first came before a Senate committee and testified that the Earth was now warmer than it had ever been in recorded history, thanks to humankind’s heedless consumption of fossil fuels, New Yorker writer Bill McKibben published a deeply reported and considered piece on climate change and what it could mean for the planet. At the time, the piece was to some speculative to the point of alarmist; read now, McKibben’s work is heroically prescient. Since then, the New Yorker has devoted enormous attention to climate change, describing the causes of the crisis, the political and ecological conditions we now find ourselves in, and the scenarios and solutions we face. The Fragile Earth tells the story of climate change—its past, present, and future—taking readers from Greenland to the Great Plains, and into both laboratories and rain forests. It features some of the best writing on global warming from the last three decades, including Bill McKibben’s seminal essay “The End of Nature,” the first piece to popularize both the science and politics of climate change for a general audience, and the Pulitzer Prize–winning work of Elizabeth Kolbert, as well as Kathryn Schulz, Dexter Filkins, Jonathan Franzen, Ian Frazier, Eric Klinenberg, and others. The result, in its range, depth, and passion, promises to bring light, and sometimes heat, to the great emergency of our age.

[jemmo]

my sister watches bad buddy - ep 7

- omg their faces are already close. he’s gonna bite his nose. i wanna bite pat’s nose

- pran be like “for someone who says they don’t like me, you seem to like me”

- don’t worry mom I just got sent actual porn

- what a euphemism. you’ve gotta blow it first

- i don’t think i look that different when I take my glasses off

- did his mom just say go be gay

- you have cute dimples - i agree

- “she’s about to get squided” “by what” “ink”

- i think it’s a running joke at family dinners that pat turned ink gay

- write down the position you want (for the play). pran resists writing down the word bottom

- how do you have your sister sharing your room and not have her find out about your secret boyfriend

- pa asks if it’s a boy or a girl. don’t even ask i’ve had that issue too

- wouldn’t it be cute if their wedding rings had just friends inscribed on them

- is he gonna change the printer again? He did that so well last time

- this isn’t the first time ink caused some tension between them

- he’s so smitten. look at him

- *pat takes his shirt off* this is a great montage

- pran’s like “that’s a nice story where can i find it, kindle store?” and wai’s like “more like ao3”

- he isn’t behind the shelves of my library (she works in a library)

- pran may as well as put dtf on his door

- love that pat is trying to make him swoon but pran’s like ok what if we fucked

- “tasty and beneficial” pat: that’s what i call my dick

- well this is feral. this is like soft porn

- *youtube ad comes up* good they know I needed a break

- 🚨🚨he’s down he’s down🚨🚨

- i mean this is not a joke anymore

- don’t tickle me i’m rock hard

- it’s the juice i rlly like the juice

- no we already know this

- pa’s like i’m related to you but i’m not stupid

- pran’s like i can’t (do the auditions) bc pat’s gonna turn up and he’s gonna be gay with someone else and my jealousy is gonna show

- this ep is rlly for the xylophone fans isn’t it

- pat: i’m such a good actor

pran: you’re playing you, gay enemies to lovers, this is your life

- oh he’s got a lil crush good for wai except no it’s not gonna work out for him

- pran’s like aww you guys (pat and ink) are cute friends now i’m not horrendously jealous

- pat looks so soft rn *ad comes on* awwww they took him from me

- it’s like they’re 69ing with nivea

- pat: i’m leaving and i’m taking my nivea with me *comes back in an hour* i’m not forgiving you i just forgot my cotton pads

- pran’s like i need you to beat a guy up for me

- “i tried everything” “did you suck his dick?” “no” “well try that”

- shit it happened i fell in love with him

- there was no game… bc he’d already lost

- wow they rlly caved quickly

- “you’re ending the foreplay already” “we’ve been in the foreplay phase for 6 years”

- imagine falling in love with a man while he’s playing the xylophone