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darlingpwease · 2 years ago

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Oh cool!! Do they do it for any specific kind of frog? Or is it just any frog in general that will do the mutual relationship with them??? Either way, that's actually hella cute of them <333

Ofc!! I totally agree with you.

that persons who control and are aware of this are very good and hot.

YES YESS I feel like it multiplies too if it's mutual

Have you ever caught a crab from great depth?? Im glad you have fun with it tho :DD

I don't really have a favorite breed, I think they're all sweet. The job field I'm looking at will have me out of the house for some hours, so I think a pet that will be good alone would be nice. Tho, in all honesty, I'd probably get two because I don't want them to be alone :'))

But I think I'll properly think about it once I've graduated, yk?? Gotta get my footing first

Oh god, pikes seem to be biters, huh? Have you ever gotten bit by one before??

how experienced you are, dear <3

You too, Dove!! <33 I love hearing ur stories, they're so interesting to listen to!!

Parents are supposed to be there for their child, and I genuinely believe that if someone isn't ready for a child, don't have one. And sadly, some people also just aren't fit to be a parent either. It would be wonderful if all kids could have great parents /gen

BY THE WAY, MALEWIFE YUUTA??? Amazing, glorious, so good omgomg, tha anon who brought it up deserves great things because omg

-panna cotta

cw spider's photos (/hj)

tarantulas most often form such relationships with poisonous narrow-mouthed frogs, while other frogs are eaten <3

WITH DOTTED HUMMING FROG

however, there is a case when tarantula (aphonopelma) cheated on narrow-mouthed frogs with ditch frogs </3

even if panna cotta agrees with me, it means that I am telling the pure truth <333

I've only seen it happen <3 to be honest, when a cage full of crabs is pulled out in front of you, it leaves a deep impression,,,,,

I have never caught them at great depth, and although I know that something like this can be done with scuba diving, I have neither the opportunity nor, frankly, the desire — it sounds very dreary and problematic.

even if the crab becomes a big enough problem for the survival of the fish, since it has no natural enemies (except giant octopuses, but they are found only in the pacific ocean) and eats small fish and caviar, its population is not monitored, therefore it is difficult to get a quota for capture — the authorities have too little knowledge and fear that it will be exterminated, although it will rather exterminate everything </3

to be honest, I don't envy crabbers — catching crabs only to kill them, since only humans can regulate their numbers and not destroy the ecosystem, but it is impossible to sell them, since crab is considered a delicacy and an excess of supply will create price dumping.

ahhhh, thank you, precious honeybun <3333 almost everything that deals with hunting fascinates me.

except, perhaps, hunting ground creatures like rabbits or ducks — they are fun to catch, but it seems repulsive to kill. probably, this is our pacifist upbringing. were you brought up with the idea that animals are like people, dear? like, at the same level of self-awareness and "you need to handle them carefully".

even if I have already grown up, the thought of killing them for some reason either repels me or does not affect me in any way; I don't know if I will ever be able to understand the delight of chasing them. It's so easy to catch and cook fish, but I can't bring myself to do anything with a rabbit other than pet it. too soft-hearted </3333 /neg /hj

of course!

I also thought to afford something alive only when I get a stable job. even if having something that depends on me makes me more motivated and ambitious, it's kind of restless to have a pet </3 too much responsibility for me, I can't even look after myself </333

awwww, sweetest, nothing too serious has ever happened;;; I am too anxious and restless, and at the risk that I will be bitten, I prefer to reset than to play. If I didn't get the adrenaline.

if I get adrenaline, I usually get something else unpleasant, but this is not the most interesting stories /hj

I mean, I think even the most cautious person has a history where they succumb to more unreasonable feelings, and I have that too </333

they're so wonderful, aren't they? I am so lucky that sometimes they visit me <3333

haaaa, whenever I hear praise about some pie, I feel very proud; thank you <3

(I'm not sure which one you're talking about, but I can't pass it by, because 90% of all malewife content was created thanks to him, and we thank him for such a contribution.)

right? children are no longer a category "for everyone", they require much more resources, including mental and emotional, than society is trying to convince.

parents have become a much more important role now, when life expectancy is higher and childhood is getting longer, and they are connected with their children much longer than before, when they gave birth to twenty, so that at least three survived.

parenting and taking care of children has become an even more important concern, but some seem to ignore it, and it's sad. It is impossible to raise a completely healthy child, but it is possible to give them a good childhood and safety, knowing that they can always turn to their parent/parents </3

#❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #✮.star<3 #he doesn't watch old posts usually #i think #but I'll mention him anyway #the main provider of content about yuuta is worthy of mention <3 /hj /pos #don't tell him that I speak well of him outside of his presence okay #what if he thinks I'm teasing him because I like him platonically #that would be very bad </3 #It's a secret between us #I only like pies and panna cotta <333 #/gen #/j

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dreadlord-mr-son · 2 years ago

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re: Still unnamed Colony AU

Decided to throw everyone into a Minecraft world just to make it easier to map. This style of world may be heavily-familiar to a couple of the characters, depending on my final picks.

I don’t plan to have it heavily gameified. Things won’t actually be square. Food saturation doesn’t heal you. There’s not an “inventory”. There might be respawning? Haven’t decided yet.

I’ve already picked out a large biomes world and an area in it to drop people.

Now I just have to finalize my character list...

I’ve made two short lists so far. One from my Wynnverse timeslines and one from my older OCs and original projects. There are some canon characters from various media (anime) already in those, as Wolfwood and Roy are both heavily tied into a lot of Wynn’s timelines. But I haven’t yet made the “characters from various media canons and fanfic of those media that I like” yet.

To go briefly over my potential picks from my older OCs and original works...

Forest’s Shadow: A sapient non-human I usually list as a “youkai” when I’m writing character lists. Not because she precisely is one, but because it’s a better term for what she is than others available to me. She’s a horse-sized vaguely canid creature who was going to be one of the main characters in a book I never wrote, where her and a young boy from a Native-American inspired tribe(1) who lost his tribe for plot reasons together gather a following and start a new family that expands into a tribe. Oh gee look there’s those same interests that are leading me to write this very fic right now. (1) This would be set on an alternate earth so no actual real tribes that exist or used to exist on our world would be present. Also it would be set in a time period comparable to thousands of years ago on our world so...

“Roach” (Michael Bradley): Well-off pothead with the coloring of a super-saiyan. His plotline was about him no longer being able to afford his house payments on his own so he gets a roommate who ended up being my self-insert. Basically a dumb self-insert sitcom character. One of my very rare straight male characters. Kind of bland to describe? But I’m fond of him. Nicknamed Roach because of the “pothead” thing. I always think of him as Roach and have to remind myself that his actual name is Michael. His story actually has a title: “Fish and Houseguests”. After the saying “Fish and Houseguests stink after 3 days”, referring to people overstaying their welcome. Thus indicating my long pattern of many of my own characters being supremely unimpressed with me.

Three characters from the same story now: Nathanial Sebastian Creighton (prefers Sebastian, thanks). Keneth Weaver Darlene Gothe A trio of college students from a comic I never drew a ton of titled “Something About Slugs” (an intentional non-sequitur). Sebastian is a rich gay guy whose homophobic parents sent him to college in another country so he could go and be weird and gay and artsy over there where he won’t be publicly visible and embarrass the family. Basically, he gets an allowance to keep his head down and pretend he’s not related to them. Very angtsy. Tall and thin and has super strength. Is a pacifist precisely because of the super strength -- he’s terrified he’ll seriously hurt someone by mistake. Suuuuper pretentious artist. Avoids speaking with contractions and gets poetic when drunk. Favorite forms of art are theatre and painting. He likes to dress in a black trenchcoat with a black sweater under it, even when it’s hot. Always wears long sleeves to hide his self-harm scars from when he was younger. I don’t have enough words for how much I enjoy tormenting this boy and making him chew on his own complicated emotions. :p I have a whole comic where I just drew him talking to a crucified Jesus statue about how he felt about the concept of God and his opinion on “love the sin, hate the sinner”. He is. So fun for me. Keneth Weaver is one of the middle children of a large family with many siblings. Very good at deescalating between his two best friends who... do not get along with each other. :p Always dresses in a puffy winter jacket with a warm knit hat (which he tucks his long blond hair up into) because he frequently gets cold chills. Is an absolute sweetheart and is the one of the trio most likely to go feral and punch a mofo for messing with his friends. Has not yet realized that he’s bi and falling for his best friend Sebastian. Everyone thinks he’s going to get into some nurturing care field of study but ends up getting into law from an idealistic desire to defend the disenfranchised. Darlene Gothe is... aptly named. She’s got a “slutty witch” aesthetic, liking to wear black dresses with ratty bottom hems and her cleavage out and swirly black eye makeup. Self-describes as “playfully bitchy”. Sebastian thinks she hates him because she’s constantly insulting and teasing him because she thinks it’s fun to play with him because of his dry sarcastic whit. So she’s just having fun and he thinks she’s being intentionally mean. Keneth sometimes gets so exhausted dealing with these two, but he does love them both. While Sebastian struggles with his complicated feelings for his disapproving parents, her parents are very supportive of her, but she just doesn’t emotionally connect with them and struggles to understand why family is so important to Sebastian and Keneth. Part of her trouble with sincere emotional connection is from school trauma. She was bullied through grade and highschool and coped with it by becoming sarcastically disconnected and prickly (hence “playfully bitchy”). I’m never going to end up writing the comic for these three but I love them so much.

Um. I’mma cut this off here and reblog my own post with the next batch of characters because I’m not even halfway through.

#mr son writing #colony au #forest's shadow #fish and houseguests #something about slugs

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monster-huntologist · 5 years ago

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Monster Ecologies: Namielle

Entry 38 - Namielle

Name: Namielle

Aliases: Neromyēru, Abyssal Dragon, The Sea God

Classification: Unclassified, Elder Dragon

Biology: Discovered only in the past few months, Namielle are extremely unusual Elder Dragons. They possess traits of numerous species, such as having an overall reptilian body structure but their skin being more like that of an amphibian, or its wings being reminiscent of manta ray fins while ending in tentacles akin to those of a cephalopod. Due to this extremely puzzling biology, Namielle may very well be in a Phylum all to itself. Its wings are extremely large, colored black on top and blue on the underside, with a multicolor bioluminescence that pulses almost constantly. They are also capable of producing electricity due to specialised organs throughout their body, releasing it from both its legs and wings when angered enough. Its head is primarily red with multiple long whiskers extending from the lower jaw while the rest of its body is colored with multiple shades of blue alongside the same bioluminescence from its wings. When its body becomes dried out, it instead has a milky-tan coloration. Like many other Elder Dragons, Namielle possesses unparalleled control over an element and are notable for their mastery with water. A major component to this ability is its skin, which is made of a flexible and highly absorbent tissue that can easily take in moisture from the surrounding air. It then combines the water with saliva produced inside its body, making it so that the liquid will stick to surfaces and be present for longer periods of time without sleeping into the ground.

Behaviour: Namielle are rather pacifistic monsters, often preferring to simply use their hydrokinetic abilities to wash away any intruders in their territory but is content to leave them be as long as they do not disturb it. Their bioluminescence has somewhat of a calming effect on other Elder Dragons, so fights rarely break out if they ever encounter each other. That being said, they will not shy away from a fight if the initial deterrent fails. They are noticeably quite intelligent and strategic when in battle, using the very area itself as a weapon while agiley dodging attacks and manipulating the movements of their opponents.

Habitat: Namielle are primarily aquatic, spending the majority of their lives in water. Many live out in the depths of the open sea, but it is believed that some inhabit the waters surrounding the New World. They are fully capable of surviving on land, but only choose to surface for a few months or so before returning underwater. In the New World, they have so far only been spotted in the Coral Highlands and the corresponding region in the Guiding Lands. It often causes heavy rain to occur whenever they are in an area, which often results in a boom in plant growth once it leaves.

Diet: Namielle are primarily piscivores, feeding on a wide variety of fish found throughout the sea or in lakes and rivers inland. Other aquatic species such as jellyfish and crustaceans are also eaten. They will sometimes feed on Grandfather Mantragells or Flying Meduso in the Coral Highlands, likely due to them being aerial counterparts of their usual aquatic prey. Previously unidentified bite marks on Plesioth carcasses washed ashore have been noted to bear resemblance to the teeth of Namielle, so it is believed that the Piscine Wyverns are an occasional food source for the Elder Dragon.

Attack Method: While they are no slouches in the physical department and are powerful enough to momentarily resist the overwhelming strength of a Savage Deviljho or momentarily stagger a Rajang, Namielle tend to favour using their elemental abilities. They shoot water out of their mouths as either globs that form puddles on the ground, released in large amounts as a surging wave, or focused into a high-pressure beam. If the beam makes contact with any puddles, they will explode with bursts of water. This is used in conjunction with its electricity, which has a high enough voltage to cause the water to explode into steam. It can manipulate these puddles to cause Hunters standing on them to lose their balance or be pushed and pulled around to its whim. The water can also be reabsorbed back into its body to form a protective membrane around its skin, cushioning against attacks. However, it has to be somewhat wary with its abilities. If it drains too much of its water supply, it becomes dehydrated. Not only does this make attacking much more difficult, its skin becomes soft and easier to damage. This can be remedied simply by absorbing more water, whether from an outside source or from its already created puddles. The most powerful attack of a Namielle, the “super move”, involves it draining all of its water at once and then pumping the resulting giant puddle full of electricity until it violently explodes. Due to the danger of dehydration this presents, it is a hit-and-run tactic and the monster must replenish its water supply afterwards.

Place in the Food Chain: Namielle are separated from any normal food chains due to being Elder Dragons. The only thing that they have to fear is a Ruiner Nergigante hunting them, which even then is a rare circumstance due to them only occasionally coming on land. While out at sea however, they would often have to fight Nakarkos and adult Gobul. The bioluminescence of Namielle deters fights with Abyssal Lagiacrus and Ceadi, relaxing and calming them as it matches their own respective bioluminescence. Some believe that this ability would also allow them to be one of the only creatures that Alatreon willingly interacts with, as it is theoretically possible for the two species to meet on the ocean floor.

This has been a report on the Namielle. Thank you for reading.

#monster hunter #monster hunter world #namielle #biology #fantasy #monster #iceborne #monster ecologies #monster hunter world iceborne #theory #headcanon #monster hunter lore #lore #speculative biology #speculative zoology

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angstyaches · 4 years ago

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All the even numbers of the 100 oc question thing for Payton pls

Milo, darling, thank you! I’m gonna pop these under a cut because it got to almost 3,000 words 😂🖤

2. Do you think you would get along with your oc if you could meet them? What things would you talk about?

Oh god, thinking about this is stressing me out. I’m awkward when meeting anyone for the first time, so we’d probably just be painfully polite to each other and talking about the weather and - agh, no. Don’t make me do it!!

4. Is your oc a daredevil, or more of a scaredy cat? What is the most daring thing they’ve done in their life?

They’re somewhere down the middle. They jumped off a cliff into freezing cold water even though they can’t swim well, because their (now ex) girlfriend wanted to do it.

6. How much thought does your oc put into what they wear/look like? Any reason why?

A lot. Even if they’re wearing something boring like sweat pants and a t-shirt, they’ll have chosen it with careful consideration. Their gender dysphoria shifts so that some days they want to present as masculine, others as androgynous, and choosing the right clothes is their sole way of feeling mildly comfortable.

8. What kind of flavours does your oc like? How much spice can they handle?

Payton has an arguably basic palate, and likes simple and bland(ish) foods. They can handle spice pretty well too, so long as it’s not in huge amounts.

10. What are some of your oc’s pet peeves? How do they handle it when the annoyance doesn’t stop?

Payton gets antsy when they know that other people know a secret and they don’t. Even if it’s nothing to do with them, or with anything they care about, it eats away at them. They get a little whiny and keep badgering people with guesses until they find out what’s going on.

They also hate it when customers at the coffee shop come up to the counter and say “The usual!”, as though they’re the only customer who regularly comes in and orders the same drink. Payton rarely loses their smile when talking to a customer though, and will only complain about it in private later.

12. How well would your oc handle being placed in a leadership position?

Considering they’re a Grade A Pushover, not very well. Payton would get overwhelmed by everyone else’s ideas and needs, and be unable to make a decision knowing they can’t please everyone.

14. What is your oc’s speech like? How loud are they usually? Do they have an accent or a stutter?

Payton is very soft-spoken until they’re made to laugh or feel some other strong emotion, and at that point their voice gets a little high-pitched. (I’m gonna skip the accent bit because I haven’t settled too much on the geography portion of Lucyverse lol)

16. How affectionate is your oc? How do they convey their affection? By being touchy, or through more subtle ways?

Fairly affectionate, and usually good at picking up on when someone needs reassurance. They’ll usually be verbally affectionate, even though they themself are often in need of physical touch.

18. How physically strong is your oc? Is their agility or endurance better?

Payton is relatively fit, but not particularly strong or fast. They’re the kind to enthusiastically begin a brisk walk up a mountain trail, but be complaining of sore legs fifteen minutes in.

20. Does your oc have any favourite games to pass the time? What other hobbies do they have?

Payton sometimes plays chill, open-ended video games like Minecraft or the Sims. They also play a little electric guitar and watch a lot of old movies.

22. How easily does your oc fare in the sun? Do they tan or burn easily? Are they completely unaffected?

Payton already has slightly dark skin, but they tan a little more if they’re in the sun for a very long time.

24. Is your oc a romantic, or are they grossed out by the simple mention of anything romantic?

A hopeless romantic, but very shy about it. Will have a million ideas for how to impress Autumn, but will be too embarrassed or afraid of things going wrong to actually put them into action.

26. How does your oc sleep? Do they move around a lot? What position does your oc normally sleep in? What are their typical bedding arrangements like?

Payton is a deep sleeper unless there’s something on their mind, in which case they jolt awake several times with tense joints and grinding teeth. If alone, they lie on their stomach with one arm under the pillow, blanket pulled all the way up, but if they’re with Autumn, they like to spoon (either as big or little; as a couple, they switch it up a lot).

28. How organized is your oc? How important is organization to your oc?

Organised enough that they couldn’t be classed as messy, but disorganised enough that they will break into a momentary cold sweat if asked to locate something quickly.

30. How caring/empathetic is your oc? Are they the type to immediately adopt and protect others, or are they a true sadist?

Payton is often too empathetic. They wouldn’t really put themself in an “adopting” or “protecting” role, but goes out of their way to make sure the people around them feel heard and understood.

32. How judgemental is your oc? Do they keep an open mind about people, or are they the type to judge a book by its cover?

They try not to make any assumptions about people, but find it difficult sometimes when they meet so many customers in a day and don’t receive any information besides their appearances and their coffee orders.

34. Does your oc have a pet? If they could have another one or if they were to get one, what would it be? How well could they care for it?

They do not, but they would get a tank of tropical fish if they had more space and more income. They would take amazing care of them, and would probably even make an Instagram account for the tank.

36. What is your oc’s fight or flight response like? What sorts of things provoke it the most?

They would lean towards flight, and it would kick in if they were being threatened or verbally abused, or if the situation was just getting too much to bear in general.

38. What does your oc do to relax? Any specific activities? Why?

Payton enjoys baths after particularly stressful days, just because it’s private and they can pretend time doesn’t exist for a little while. They can also get their mind off of things by watching or creating something.

40. What languages does your oc know? Are there any they want to learn but haven’t had the chance to? How good are they at picking up new ones?

English and secondary school-level French. They have a slight grasp of Urdu because of their Pakistani grandmother who they were close with growing up, but they can understand it more than they can speak it.

42. Is your oc an optimist or a pessimist? Any particular reason why?

Payton is more a realist, because while they would love to be an optimist (and sometimes they are, if they can’t help themself), they’ve had too many disappointments in life to let themself get carried away.

44. How violent is your oc? Or are they more a pacifist? To what lengths will they go to start/avoid a conflict?

Pacifist. Unfortunately, they’ll often change their opinion or stance in order to diffuse a situation, buckling under pressure if they think things will escalate into a fight.

46. Does your oc lie a lot, or is the truth very important to them? What is their reaction to other people lying to them?

The truth is important to them, but they also realise the damage it can do if it’s shared at the wrong time. They really don’t like being lied to though, as they then overthink about how stupid they must have looked while they were believing the lie.

48. What are your oc’s nervous tics? Are they aware of them? Do they attempt to hide them?

Payton scratches or rubs their neck a lot when they’re anxious, which they’re sometimes aware of, but aren’t too self-conscious about.

50. How attentive is your oc? How perceptive are they? How easily do they get distracted?

They’re attentive to the people around them, and fairly perceptive of other people’s needs, until they feel overwhelmed or exhausted, and then they’ll get easily distracted by a stray train of thought.

52. In what ways does your oc cope with anger? How easily angered are they? Do they lash out?

Payton rarely lashes out, but will get emotional if their anger simmers for too long without being resolved. They’re more likely to grieve the end of something thanks to anger, than fight for it and risk failing.

54. How would you describe your oc’s voice to sound like? Do you have any voice claims for them?

As I said before, Payton is soft-spoken but with a slightly high-pitched voice when it’s raised. I don’t know about any voice claims.

56. What is your oc’s favourite colour? If you had to choose one colour to represent your oc, what would it be and why?

Their favourite colour is orange! I think orange is a good colour to represent them too because it’s bright but at the same time it’s a deep, intense colour.

58. How would you describe your oc’s appearance to someone who’s looking for them? What features would be most identifiable?

5″8, dark hair, long bangs (probably) covering one side of their face (unless they’re at work), eyebrow piercing.

60. How good is your oc at keeping track of time? Are they always late, always early, or always right on time?

Payton keeps fairly good time, since they really don’t like the idea of making anyone wait around for them.

62. How quick is your oc? Do they have faster or slower reflexes? What things are they quickest at?

Payton works quickly, and gets customers’ orders made in very good time, but if they’re asked to change tasks halfway through completing another, they get serious mental whiplash and slow down a lot.

64. Which of the seven deadly sins does your oc fall under most? What about the seven heavenly virtues?

Envy, and Charity. (Sounds very contradictory actually!)

66. What sort of advice would people go to your oc for? What sort of advice is your oc actually good at giving?

Even though they don’t outwardly look like a style guru, they’re the one that their friends go to if they want advice on an outfit, or on a tattoo or piercing they’re thinking of getting. They’re also good at giving advice on drama and relationships, since they’re able to put themself in other peoples’ shoes.

68. What sorts of things would cheer your oc up when they’re down? Is your oc sad often, or is it more rare?

Food. Just feed the sad Payton, they’ll be okay. They’re sad less often when they get together with Autumn and sort everything out with Donnacha.

70. What about your oc’s lifestyle would they change if they had the ability? Why?

All they would want to do is slow down time so they can keep working at the coffee shop and take all the time they need to decide about what career they want to follow afterwards.

72. What is your oc’s ideal environment like? Urban or natural? Fancy or rustic? What’s the weather like?

It would be an urban oasis type of place, like a little park in the city, with a fountain or a space for street performers to put on shows. Nothing fancy or stylish needed. I’m picturing late autumn evening, the sun just dipping behind the buildings and treetops.

74. How would your oc act when drunk? What about when really, really tired?

Payton doesn’t actually drink, but if they did, they would get really clingy and affectionate at first, but quickly dissolve into crying. And actually, tired (or hungry) Payton is more or less the same, but on a less dramatic scale.

76. What is/was your oc’s relationship with their family like? Was it happy, tense, or abusive? What living family does your oc currently have, if any?

Payton was raised by their aunt and uncle, who they had a decent but not overly close relationship with. They never felt understood in that household, but never unsafe either. Their living family members are their aunt and uncle, and their two cousins.

78. How socially skilled is your oc? Are they good at understanding social cues? How charismatic are they?

They’re extremely charming at first meeting

80. What is your oc’s handwriting like? How easy to read is it? Can they write/read cursive?

Payton has very tidy cursive handwriting that most people can read easily. They used to dot their I’s with little bubbles instead of dots when they were younger, and they sometimes do it by accident if they’re not paying attention.

82. What would be your oc’s ultimate dream vacation? Where would they go? Who would they take with them? What would they do?

As long as they could explore a new place and learn about a new culture, they would be set. Egypt, Vietnam, and Iceland are all on their bucket list. They’d love for Autumn to go with them, but they’re not opposed to traveling alone if it was in a country where they’d feel safe.

84. Is your oc more masculine, feminine, androgynous, or something else entirely?

It literally depends on the day.

86. What would someone assume about your oc based on their appearance? Would those assumptions be correct?

People might assume Payton is shy and probably a bit rude, since they tend to hide a lot of their face with their hair and keep their head down, but as soon as they start talking, people realise they’re actually really friendly and kind.

88. Does your oc hold grudges? For how long? Does your oc have any rivals?

No, Payton doesn’t see the use in holding grudges and just sees it as a waste of energy. When a friendship ends over a mistake or a betrayal, they grieve the relationship and then try to let it go.

90. Does your oc have any objects they could never give up? Why is it so important to them? Do they have any family heirlooms?

They have a shoebox of random mementos, including a friendship bracelet and a note from their first girlfriend, a necklace given to them by their grandmother, rocks from the beach and pressed flowers, their first phone (a purple flip-phone), some photo negatives; just some things they feel attached to, some for inexplicable reasons.

92. What trait does your oc appreciate or admire the most in others? Why?

They appreciate passion in others. It doesn’t have to be something big, like Autumn’s love for theatre, Lucy’s desire to unmask the face of reality itself, or Donnacha’s love of flying, because they also recognise Henry’s insatiable hunger for discovering the good in people, and how their boss Jake carefully manages his staff despite the fact that coffee shop manager was never his dream or ideal job.

94. Does your oc rely more on a logical or emotional mindset? What situations would this be the opposite?

A bit of both, in that they would consider other people’s emotions and try to find a logical way to satisfy everyone’s needs (or as many people’s needs as possible). They might lean more heavily on logic if Payton themself was the only person involved and they had nothing else to go on.

96. Describe your oc in three words. What three words would they use to describe themselves?

My words: comfortable, endearing, and unforgettable. Their own words: hard-working, approachable, and (a little) annoying.

98. Is your oc the type to have a lot of fairly good friends, have a small group of close friends, have one or two best friends, or have no friends at all? Who are they closest to?

In school, they had no close friends, aside from their (then) girlfriend, mainly because they never felt like they fit into any of the cliques that kids tend to form. But they were still someone that classmates would occasionally talk to, they would still be invited to major parties, and would always find someone to sit with if they were in need of company. Aside from Autumn, they would say that Lucy is their closest friend, but after living with Henry and Donnacha for almost two years too, they would be extremely devastated if they lost them.

100. Does your character ever swear? How often? How vulgar is their swearing?

Payton doesn’t swear, which is pretty fucking unusual for one of my OCs, huh? (See what I did?)

#ask game #ask meme #Payton #OC Payton #thank you Milo!#OC stuff

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fallinnflower · 5 years ago

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hear the sea

joshua x reader (siren!au)

a/n: thanks @kunsdear for making sure this got written after i messaged her the plot, because i have a bad habit of not finishing things. inspired by the iconic shot from the “fear” mv seen above.

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You’ve always felt drawn to the ocean. It’s hard to say why — you’re not particularly fond of water, nor are you an avid swimmer. And yet when a storm is brewing the sky and sea into a gray-green, frothing mess, you’ll be the last person to leave the shoreline and the first to scour it after the rain passes.

It used to be you and your cousins who would run down to the beach, with pails for castles and shells. When you were young, you’d race them to the sandbars and fight for the best goggles so you could see all the fish. You were more adventurous then, before you knew the dangers that lurked there. The sea was cloudy on the day it betrayed you, and when your uncle placed you back on shore you watched the blood from the mysterious cut on your foot stain the sand, and a fear gripped your young heart that even as an adult you couldn’t shake.

And so you stay away from the water. You steal the treasures the ocean spits up in its vulnerable moments, and put the trophies on your shelves. But you can’t shake the fear as you walk the shore alone, salt in your hair and that call still ringing in your ears.

You’re stubborn, it’s a fact, yet you can’t help but wonder how long you’ll be able to resist that persistent song.

There’s a storm rolling in, and Joshua is more excited than he should be.

It’s been a long time since there’s been a storm that’s lasted all night, but the one rolling in is looking fantastic — at least, according to what Minghao says, and his predictions haven’t been wrong in years. Joshua keeps swimming towards the surface to check the sky, and Jeonghan keeps teasing him for his impatience, but he just can’t help it! He likes being able to walk on land for a bit without dying of dehydration, and storms like this give him that freedom. There’s something powerful about looking out over the ocean from the shore and knowing that he and his brothers rule it. It gives him a bit of a rush.

And he won’t tell his brothers this, but there’s another reason he’s so excited for the storm. For years, every time a storm crests above this particular shore, Joshua has felt a strange pull in his chest. He’s never had the time to fully investigate, but with the maelstrom about to come through he’s hoping to get some answers. There must be something waiting out there for him, he knows it, can feel it way down in his bones.

So as the first drops of rain kiss the waves, he strides onto the shore.

He sees you mere moments after he emerges from the cave where he and Jeonghan store clothing for their various escapades. Although most of their pranks are played on unsuspecting fishermen, they’ve made a few shoreline appearances before.

You’re walking down the beach wearing a large, gray sweatshirt, with the hood pulled up to protect yourself from some of the cold, stinging wind. You have a tote bag slung over one shoulder, and a single bluetooth earbud in one ear. Joshua is horribly confused.

He thinks you’re beautiful. He feels that pull.

He follows it.

You know you probably shouldn’t be out right now, because the radar is showing a pretty long and intense storm, but you can’t help it. Your cousin just got engaged and your house has been so loud for the whole day, you just needed to get out for a bit.

Plus, you just installed a new bookshelf in your room, and you’re absolutely itching to get some new shells and coral bits for it.

Joshua returns home uncharacteristically sullen, and, after much prodding from Jeonghan, he can’t help but to let it all out.

“She resisted the call?” Jeonghan echoes, once he’s finished, and Joshua throws his hands up.

“I don’t know if she even heard it! Is there something wrong with me?” Jeonghan taps a slender finger against his lips, a familiar smirk growing on his lips.

“Well—” Joshua shoots him a sharp look, and Jeonghan relents with a slight chuckle before rising from his lounging position. He rests a hand on Joshua’s shoulder, his expression serious but his eyes glittering with mischief.

“I think we have our next target, hm?” He asks, playfully jostling Josh’s shoulder. Joshua feels a strange knot forming in his stomach at Jeonghan’s words, but he shrugs it off with a smile. After all, it’s not like either of them want to hurt you — it’s just a matter of pride, really.

But then why does he feel so anxious?

“Maybe,” Jeonghan muses, lying back on the sand next to Joshua, the waves lapping up along their legs and torsos. “We really have lost our touch.” His face is fixed into a pout, and Joshua can’t help but let out a laugh despite the nervous tension twisting his stomach into knots.

Not only had you resisted Joshua’s call, but you’d now managed to evade Jeonghan’s, too — and the calls of siren princes were nothing to sneeze at. Their ancestors had lured many, many people into the depths, so it was surprising that you had somehow not even noticed their songs. (Other people had, to be sure. An entire gaggle of college students on break had come bounding into the water almost as soon as he and Jeonghan had begun — so what was so special about you?)

What had begun as what he assumed was simply an outlier case had suddenly become a personal challenge. Who were you to deny the call of a siren prince? If he wanted you in the water, then that’s where you should be! And yet…

And yet he and Jeonghan had both watched you turn tail and walk back towards town the moment the sun began to peek through the clouds above the waters. No matter how much they sang, even with Joshua playing the stupid guitar they had packed away in the cove, you’d barely even spared them a glance. At least other people had the sense to at least applaud them for their song; some even tipped them.

Joshua narrows his eyes at the blue sky, hearing the waves jostle the change in his pocket. He has no use for human money, but he couldn’t very well give it back now. Jeonghan, beside him, has ceased worrying and fallen asleep, but Joshua can’t seem to relax, can’t seem to take his mind off of you and the challenge that you now pose. His heart picks up speed in his chest. He can’t remember the last time he felt so determined, so excited — so, he decides, he’s going to make the most of it.

Step one, Joshua decides, is to learn your behaviors. It feels a little too much like stalking prey, though, and Joshua is very much a pacifist, so he’s very quick to switch his strategy to befriending you. After all, more than this personal challenge he still feels drawn to you, and he’s desperate to understand why.

Not to sound rude, but Joshua can’t seem to pinpoint anything special about you. You’re pretty, as humans go, but you certainly don’t draw attention to yourself and don’t appear to be very outgoing. It only makes you more of a mystery to Joshua, and he isn’t exactly the most patient person in the world when it comes to problem-solving.

He takes note of when you come to the beach, and find that it actually makes this much, much easier for him. For example: you like to come to the shore before and after storms, when the humidity index is high. This is ideal for Joshua because then he doesn’t have to guzzle water in a very… inhuman way just to keep from suffocating. You also like the ocean at night, when it’s cooler and water doesn’t evaporate from his skin and make it scaly so easily. All in all, very convenient.

Except for the fact that Joshua doesn’t really know how to befriend humans. Just sea creatures. However, he notices that you always seem to be looking for shells, and seem to be quite particular about it — and if Joshua has any resource at his disposal, it’s shells.

So he spends the next few days gathering the best he can find and then thinking of the best way to casually approach you with his offering. You’re human, he’s royalty, it can’t be that hard.

You return to the beach after a storm on a Wednesday, and Joshua is a little embarrassed with how excited he is as he dons his human clothes and takes to the beach. In his pocket is a beautiful, perfectly intact conch shell, with a faint rosy color to it. As he runs a thumb over it with his hands in his pockets, he feels confident; this can’t possibly go wrong.

He approaches you. You don’t notice. He clears his throat, very gently, and you look up at him with a positively blank expression.

And then you just… keep staring at him, and he keeps staring at you, smiling so he doesn’t look intimidating. Eventually, though, your expression closes off into one of concern, and he feels his chest constrict a little.

“Can I help you?” You ask, and it feels like the world stops for a moment. Why does your voice sound so pretty?

“Yes!” He exclaims, causing you to wince slightly at his sudden, loud tone. He clears his throat before continuing, “Actually, I saw that you were collecting shells, and I thought you might like this one I found.” He produces his perfect shell from his pocket, smiling his most princely smile, and watching carefully for any change in your demeanor. Your eyes flit from the shell in his hand to his own, and he’s thoroughly confused when your brows scrunch even closer together.

“What did you say your name was?” You ask, and he can’t help but grin wider, feeling as though his plan is working.

“Joshua.” You nod, slowly.

“Right, Joshua.” You readjust the bag on your shoulder and point to the shell in his outstretched hand. “There’s still a conch in there. Just so you know.”

Suddenly, and with extreme force, it strikes Joshua that he is not good at this. He brings the shell back towards his face, chuckling awkwardly when he sees that there is, indeed, a conch still inside. Oh my god. He moves to shove it back in his pocket, ready to turn tail and head back home, but you reach out your hand and stop him. He swears he feels sparks run up his arms when your fingers brush his while you grab the conch — your expression, however, doesn’t change at all, and he wonders if he’s just imagining things. As the waves roll up the shore, you reach down by the water and set the conch in the sand, allowing it to be dragged away by the undertow. Joshua tells himself to give the conch a lift back home as an apology for almost killing it.

“Sorry about that,�� he says, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze.

“You should apologize to the conch, not me.” Joshua feels his heart stop when you say that, turning to you with wide eyes. Do you know? How?

But instead of finding you with some wicked expression, he finds you smiling playfully at him, and he realizes you’re trying to joke with him. He laughs, mostly out of relief, and then crouches down by the waves.

“Sorry, Mr. Conch,” he says, playfully, and he can’t help but grin when he hears you giggling behind him.

“I appreciate the gesture, Joshua,” you say, then glance up at the sky. The clouds have begun to clear, and already it feels degrees hotter than when he had first arrived. “I should get going. Nice meeting you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

You’re a good few yards away from him when he realizes he’s missed the most crucial step in becoming your friend, and frantically calls out to you:

“Wait!” You turn, looking concerned again, the wind whipping through your hair. “I didn’t get your name!” You cup your hands around your mouth and call back to him,

“Y/N!” You give him a beaming smile that makes his heart flutter before turning back up the beach and disappearing into the nearby parking lot. Joshua can’t help but grin as he heads back to the familiar cave, humming to himself. Maybe he isn’t so bad at this after all.

Joshua comes to find you every time you’re on the beach, always helping you scour for the best shells and telling you jokes. Sometimes, he plays you songs on his guitar, and he blushes cutely every time you tell him you like his singing.

Joshua is falling deeper and deeper, though he’s trying to convince himself that isn’t true. While at first his interest in you had been rather clinical, his focus has now shifted to you as a person. He wants to know you, what makes you tick, why you come to the beach but you’re never wearing a swimsuit and the sun isn’t shining.

It’s on a cloudy but rainless day he decides to try and test his pull again. Maybe now that you know him, seem to trust him a bit more, you’ll follow through. He starts off humming some song he’d heard on a radio the other day, and you join in, singing softly when he doesn’t know the right lyrics. He tries to ignore the skip of his heartbeat when he hears your voice, the way his breath catches when you let him take your hand and dance around the beach. It isn’t the first time he’s done something silly with you when nobody is around, but it’s the first time you’ve looked so happy, and the only time he’s ever heard you sing.

He remembers his objective and raises his voice slightly as he begins to pull you towards the shoreline. You oblige, smiling broadly and letting him spin you through the sand. His heart races as he feels the water against his ankles—

You freeze, the waves just barely lapping at your toes. Your expression is devoid of any of the happiness he had seen in it, though your hand is still in his. Joshua lets his singing trail off into awkward laughter,

“Come on, Y/N, it’s not that cold.” You don’t react to his joke until he tugs at your hand, sending you stumbling forward onto your knees. Joshua catches you before you can faceplant in the water, though as he lifts you up to stand with him you begin thrashing in his arms, splashing him with seawater as you do. He tells you to calm down, still feeling rather lighthearted and thinking you just want to play around.

“Let go,” you say. “Let me go, Joshua!” He keeps laughing, consumed by a strange sense of relief, holding you fast in his arms. It feels right to have your presence in the water beside him, and it’s as though the waves sing around you with the energy you put off. He feels even more drawn to you, having you here with him.

“I said let me go!” You scream as you push him forcefully away. Joshua stumbles back, falling into the water as you hurriedly back away from the water. He gets a good look at your face from where he’s sitting in the water, and he doesn’t like what he sees.

There are tears in your eyes when you look at him. Your hands are shaking. Joshua feels his chest constrict, a lead weight in his stomach.

“S-sorry, I—” You shake your head, as if trying to get a hold of yourself. Joshua’s mood only plummets further when you take another step away. “It’s so stupid. I’m sorry. I need to go.”

He can feel the fear rolling off of you in waves, and he wonders how he didn’t notice it before when he was holding you in his arms. He isn’t the guilty type, never has been, but as you run up the beach and away from him he feels almost sick with shame.

You don’t come back to the beach with the next storm. Or the next one, or the next. But Joshua still waits.

It shocks him one night, after not seeing you for well over a week, to feel your presence in the water again. It’s not unusual for Joshua to feel a human presence in the water, but it is unusual for him to feel yours. He practically feels flooded with concern, racing towards the source of it — towards you.

He’s relieved, at first, to find himself approaching a rather sizable and well-lit boat. He can see you standing there, your dress sparkling in the sun’s dying rays, looking nervous. It makes his heart sink to see you so beautiful and yet so distressed, and he wonders why your family, who surely must know about your fear of the ocean, has brought you out so far.

Even though nothing appears wrong, Joshua can’t help but want to stay nearby. It shocks him how much he’s missed you, and somehow seeing you has only amplified that loneliness. He wishes he could go sing a stupid song and make you smile, seeing the way you’ve tucked into yourself on the boat.

A group of people he can only assume are your family members draw near you. He can hear the laughter even from this distance, and he can see the bottles of beer they hold in their hands. You laugh, too, but it’s awkward at best. He feels his mouth twist into a frown as he decides to draw just a little closer.

You eye the waves warily while your cousins rave about how beautiful the sunset looks. Objectively, yes, the colors are beautiful, but you’re too nervous to appreciate it. Everyone around you has been drinking, celebrating your cousin’s engagement, and you can’t help but think about how far away from shore you are. It sends a shiver up your spine, and you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself.

“Lighten up, Y/N!” One of your cousins says, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Here, come on, have some beer. You’ll feel better.” The thought of drinking any alcohol makes your stomach twist into knots, and you shake your head. Your cousin, undeterred, shoves the bottle closer to your face, and when you still refuse he playfully jostles you. The boat engine roars to life, the yacht begins to creep forward, and your idiot cousin stumbles and sends you over the edge of the boat — the very shallow ledge you’d been eyeing all night and been hoping to avoid. Your screams are swallowed by the waves, by the sounds and wake of the engine that makes the fabric of your dress tangle around your legs. You thrash wildly, terrified, as the sky continues to darken. The boat’s engine continues to roar, propelling your family forward, and you can’t hear anything other than your own pounding heart and the water as you frantically try to stay afloat.

The water is cold, and your dress is too long, and it’s hard to breathe. For a moment, looking up at the purple sky, you see a single star and think it’s a pinprick of heaven. You’re going to die.

You realize, in the midst of your struggling, that a pair of arms is suddenly wrapped around your waist, holding you up. You turn and find Joshua’s face close to your own, your noses almost touching — and you immediately bury your face in his shoulder, his name leaving your lips in a whimper. You can’t tell if the salty taste on your lips is just from the ocean or from the tears you can’t seem to stop, but you can’t think enough to care. Joshua holds you steady amidst the waves as you cry, gently trying to calm you down, and you notice as he assures you you’ll be safe soon that your view of his back appears oddly blue.

Joshua ducks below the water and swims towards the boat, which has now stalled. Your family is gathered around a lifeboat, trying to untie it, as he brings you to the edge. It almost physically pains him, the way you seem so afraid to let go of him, but he gently guides your hands to the railing of the boat’s ladder, helping you up onto the deck. You continue to cry, and your whole body trembles — Joshua finds he wants nothing more than to climb aboard with you and sing until you fall peacefully asleep, but he knows he can’t exactly explain away his current complexion and webbed feet to your family. He tries to slip away, but your cold, trembling hand latches onto his one last time, your wide eyes meeting his as the water dripping off of the ends of your hair and your dress create a puddle around you. You seem terrified, too terrified to even let him go, but Joshua catches a glimpse of the state of his hands, all glittery blue and webbed and almost translucent, as your family begins to surge towards you. He gives your fingers one last squeeze, offering you a half smile as he lets himself drop below the waves and out of sight.

He tails the boat until he sees you walking on land once more, then allows himself to go back home.

When he gets there, he immediately heads to the large library located in the palace, and redoubles his search for answers — just why is he so drawn to you?

Your parents immediately rush you home and into a warm shower, unable to tell if your shivering is from fear or cold or a combination of the two. Your mother makes you tea and throws your favorite blanket in the dryer, so it’s nice and hot when you get out of the bathroom. They tell you to get some sleep, but you find your mind wide awake even in the dark of your room.

While you were showering, you began to come back to your senses — and with your senses came a multitude of questions, mostly about Joshua. Your eyes drift from your window to your shelves of seashells, to the ones he had given you over the weeks, and you feel your chest squeeze a little. You hadn’t really known how to face him after you had shoved him down into the waves, feeling embarrassed and upset by the whole situation — but that didn’t mean you hadn’t wanted to see him. Josh had somehow wheedled his way into your life, becoming a more integral part of it than you had even realized yourself, and you found yourself missing him and his silly songs and stupid jokes more than you would care to admit.

And then, tonight, you had seen him again in the most improbable circumstances. Just how was he so far out in open water, and why did he disappear from view so quickly when your family arrived? And he swam so quickly, so silently… his skin seemed so pale, almost shining…

The questions flood your mind, keeping you awake until you physically can’t keep your eyes open any longer. You’re grateful that your family lets you sleep in the next day, because you’re awake to see the dawn before you come to the conclusion that you need to see Joshua again, and soon.

It’s evening when you decide to walk down to the beach. The temperature has dropped considerably, so most people aren’t wandering along the shore anymore; you arrive as the sun begins to dip below the horizon line and the wind begins to truly pick up.

It hadn’t occurred to you until you’re sitting on the sand alone that you have no way to reach Joshua, no way to know if he’ll actually be here, and yet you feel assured that he’ll show up nonetheless.

He does, only a few minutes later, as the sky begins to turn orange. He approaches you slowly, cautiously, his hair sparkling with water and his brows knit gently together. As if he belongs there, he takes the seat beside you, and for a long moment neither of you speak — you stare out at the sun setting on the ocean, and Joshua watches you carefully, feeling his heart in his throat. When you finally do speak, you still don’t quite look at him.

“Joshua… just who are you, exactly?” You ask, meekly, staring down at your feet buried in the sand rather than looking at him despite feeling his eyes on you.

“I’m Joshua, of course.” His tone is light but careful, and you let out a short huff.

“I’m serious,” you say. “Last night, how did you just happen to be in the middle of the open ocean to save me, and then just disappear?” You let the wind blow your hair into your eyes, still not ready to look at Josh. Despite this, he reaches out to tuck the strands behind your ear. You swear you feel a tremble in his hand as he does it, and he knows that he is shaking — what he’s about to tell you is still new to him, too, and he still isn’t quite adjusted to it, so he can’t even imagine how you’ll react.

“If you really want to know,” he says, slowly, trying to sound calm, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body next to yours. “Then I’ll tell you. But you have to promise to listen until the end.” Although the implication of his words scares you, you can’t help but nod. You came here for answers, and you don’t want to leave without them.

(Or, frankly, without some understanding between you and Joshua, because after the time you spent away from him you realized you don’t really want that to happen ever again.)

So he tells you. And even if you wanted to get up and leave, you feel rooted to the spot. Neither of you look away from the ocean as he talks, watching the starry waves lapping at the shore. Joshua’s voice has the rhythm of the ocean in it, you think. It’s soothing.

“If you’re a siren,” you start, finally turning to him. “Then shouldn’t you want to hurt me, or something? Isn’t that what siren do?” Joshua sighs, and you wonder why you aren’t even remotely frightened by all this when you think maybe you should be. But, as you look at Joshua and the way his brow furrows, the way he draws patterns in the sand to soothe his nerves, you realize you could never really be afraid of him no matter what he tells you because he’s Joshua. The same Joshua who apologized to a conch and sings to you when you seem upset.

The same Joshua who saved your life only last night, when he could have just let you drown.

“That’s… the more complicated part.”

“More complicated?” You reply, attempting to lighten the mood. He chuckles lowly at that, glancing at you for a moment, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him blush before now. Your acceptance of the situation seems to comfort him somewhat, as the crease between his brows smooths. He lets out a long, slow breath before he speaks.

“Sometimes, apparently, members of the royal family… bond with someone. They think it has to do with preserving bloodlines, or something like that, but you have basically a— um, a mate—”

“Joshua.” He pauses and turns to you. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?” Even though it’s getting quite dark, you can tell your question makes him blush even more furiously. You wish it was daylight because you’re sure it’s adorable.

“Um. Yeah, basically.” You turn back towards the sea, feeling your own cheeks turning red, and nod once. Even though you asked the question, you hadn’t really expected such a simple answer, and yet with how overwhelming the situation is as a whole, that simplicity brings you some solace. Somehow, despite it all, you feel calm with Joshua beside you. You look out over the wide, dark expanse of water, and for the first time in years you don’t feel fear. After all, if Joshua comes from the sea, it couldn’t possibly be so bad as you once thought, could it?

You feel his shoulder brush against yours, and accompanying it are butterflies taking flight in your stomach. You may not be in love with Joshua, but you can’t deny that you feel drawn to him — that when you’re around him, you have the feeling that everything is going to be alright; even when you were almost drowning, as soon as you saw him you knew you were safe.

You may not be in love with him now, you think, but you certainly could be.

After a moment that feels much longer than it was, you shift your gaze from the water to Joshua — patient, wonderful Joshua, who looks at you with fondness and concern, and who waits for you to make the next move. You can practically feel anxiety rolling off of him in waves, and so you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Okay,” you say, smiling and leaning your head onto his shoulder. “I can work with that.”

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paulgrobe · 5 years ago

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Not Corrupted Justice related at all but i just reread @missholoska 's Underswap MH - Classicswap - Undertale meetups and decided to think of how meetups between my personal Swap take and theirs would play out

PGB!Underswap Temmie - USMH Chara

Since PGB!Underswap has a Chara - Asriel swap Chara is now a Temmie plush (also why the 2 Asriel's can't meet)

Probably wouldn't be much different from USMH's Temmie encounter tbh, the 2 Tems are pretty similair

When PGBSwap Chara would go god mode in front of USMH Chara things would get crazy tho, too crazy for the human brain to comprehend. Maybe

Alt: PGBSwap Temmie - USMH Temmie

Both are pulling up a similair facade so they quickly would realize the other is doing the same as them and drop it

They definitely would be interested in each other's origins, seeing as one was a monster and one a human during life

Totally would fight over the RESET option if they meet before Frisk/Chara fall down

Either that or WORLD DOMINATION

PGBSwap Asgore - Dandelion

The 2 definitely would have a cup of tea together and would talk about the best ways to garden no doubt

Dandelion probably would be shocked when hearing about PGBSwap Toriel's response towards Chara after Asriel died instead of her (my Chara's female can't see her any other way) this version of Toriel's kinda mean

PGBSwap Mettablook - USMH Hapstablook

Lot of discomfort from Hapsta's side PGBSwap Mettablook has quite the intense personality for a ghost

"Please keep your gossips out of my snail farm thanks"

"No i don't want to be in your talkshow"

PGBSwap Mettablook would try way to much to get that other him in the spotlight

PGBSwap Papyrus - Noodle

Artistic masterpieces will be born! PGBSwap Papyrus is an artist after all, he definitely would make a painting of the other him's lab scenanigans

New! Paintings made with dangerous lab chemicals! (Ok maybe this isn't such a good idea after all the canvas is becoming liquid)

PGBSwap Sans - Neptune

PGBSwap Sans would try to recruit the other him for his currently one-man pirate crew his standing on bones make him great lookout

Meanwhile Neptune would be like "should i report the fact there's a pirate me roaming around stealing pencils and paperclips to the guard?"

Also definitely puns. LOTS OF PUNS

Even with a great lookout PGBSwap Sans will not find his treasure again

PGBSwap Alphys - Axe

PGBSwap Alphys would be caught so off guard she forgets her entire cool and stoic act and starts acting like her UT self again

Axe would get reminded of her Undyne way too much with the science-y appproach to combat of the other version of her, especially how half of her weapons are explosives

Meanwhile PGBSwap Alphys would be very impressed by Axe's axe she needs one in her life rather yesterday than now

Also anime talk of course can't have an Alphys meetup without it

PGBSwap Undyne - Sci-Fi

The 2 fish scientist would get along quickly do to both being less intense Undyne's, Sci-Fi having bits of UT Alphys in her personality and PGBSwap Undyne having trained to be more calm, being the CEO of a big corporation

Also PGBSwap Undyne would definitely try to work on a fake eye that actually functions in exchange for the recipe of Sci-Fi's explosive spears

Also anime talk just like with the Alphyses

PGBSwap Napstaton - USMH Napstabot

Napstaton would absolutely want his EX form to be more like the one Napstabot has

But he doesn't want to disappoint Undyne so he ain't requesting her to have it replace the ones of her design he currently has even though he isn't comfortable with it

But after True Pacifist he definitely would ask!

Napstabot would definitely find Napstaton's Dapper (base) Form the cutest thing you can't convince me otherwise, who wouldn't love a little round robot as short as Frisk/Chara with a Dapperblook hat as head (man i wish i had a picture right now)

PGBSwap Toriel - Orchid

Orchid wouldn't like PGBSwap Toriel that much no doubt

After all PGBSwap Toriel blaming Chara for Asriel's death while it was his decision to sacrifice himself to protect his sibling is not a good thing in the slightest

Although she's glad the other version of her regrets the bad things she did in the past so they can have a pie together without fighting

#underswap mh

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gg-astrology · 5 years ago

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just for fun, who would bts be in avatar the last airbender 👀

,,,, oh my god,,,,, listen so i’ve read baruna’s ‘tea house special’ (yoonkook) fic on ao3…. as the characters, I don’t know but yoongi as toph!!!! hobi as sokka or ty lee, jin as the moon princess or earth bending guy who got captured + simultaneously started a rebellion, jimin as the kiyoshi warrior, namjoon as the owl that owns the library, jungkook (sorry) jungkook as azula or aang!! taehyung as aang as well?? no one’s cool enough to be katara except jimin but im in love with jimin as a kiyoshi warrior...

But here’s what I think they’ll be if they’re just themselves:

Namjoon - From Earth Kingdom (possibly underground tournament fighting prodigy OR an official in the council not part of the Dai Li OR ruling an earth city outside of Ba Sing Se OR the guardian of the Library in the middle of the desert!!!)

Jin - Northern Water Tribe (he’s just.. like.. he’d thrive)

Yoongi - Fire Nation (sleek militaristic uniformed yoongi mmm not to mention i kind of have this idea that there’s wifi across different island in the Fire nation?? So)

Hoseok - I honestly have no idea but I think either a Fire Nation (think about academia yoonseok where they grew up together!!) or Earth Kingdom but definitely in Ba Sing Se bc he’s too kush for the outer Earth cities I think? Head-canon wise he joined the circuit like Ty Lee and discover himself + enjoy his life somewhere!!

Jimin - Northern Water Tribe OR Kyoshi Warrior!!!!

Taehyung - Avatar OR Air Nomad

Jungkook - Avatar OR Northern Water Tribe OR Fire nation w/ yoonseok

I got really excited and wrote alot so I’ll put a read more!!! 💖🖤❄️💖🖤❄️💖🖤❄️ thank u so much for asking I love this so much and I love the boys + the avatar series!!!! So this is like.. right up my alley!!! 💖🖤❄️💖🖤❄️💖🖤❄️💖🖤❄️💖🖤❄️

The thing is Northern Water Tribe gives off a very specific culture and life style that I think.. I’m unsure whether I’d place Jimin in Northern or Southern because on one hand… I think he’d strive well in the Northern system/city life (traditional, conservative) and on the other hand, I think he’d like the tight-knit community of the South but I’m worried he’d be lonely living down there cause it’s kind of isolated??

Namjoon may think he’s fiery and all that but to be honest, if he’s placed in Fire Nation he would definitely cause some kind of coup so.. I don’t think he’d get far without being found out or some kind of repercussion happening and the consequences of that is severe in Fire Nation.. Thus why he went directly to the Earth Nation where he can still thrive but with all that’s happening in a big city like Ba Sing Se, his activities can have a little more room to breath??

Yoongi… there’s no words, I think he’s a city boy through and through. The Fire Nation is pretty city-like. Especially with social groups, culture, vacation spots. I think as long as he has wifi he’d be good.

Jin would thrive best in the Northern Water tribe (and JK) bc 1. it’s really really pretty and 2. He seems to enjoy the easy going life but like, there’s still a city feel to it. 3. Freedom to go fishing whenever he wants and just be in the wilderness for a while - big city sometimes is a little too hectic?? So the freedom to just go camping or adventuring looks nice on him.

If Hoseok is in Ba Sing Se.. I’m convinced he’d start an academy so probably one of the inner part of the city. Where the council lives, and he can open a little boujee academia there. But if not, then the Fire Nation and being part of a tight-knit group of friend is a nice idea. Or he could join the circuit like Ty Lee and just travel!! I have a thought that he’ll end up discovering the poison swamp one day or just exploring the world!!

Jimin as a Kyoshi Warrior honestly makes me giddy and i have goosebumps just thinking about it!!! Because he’s TOUGH and this is very traditional and he’d thrive so much with the structure it gives him!!!

Taehyung honestly I wouldn’t want to place him anywhere else.. air nomad sounds awesome especially with the sky bison that he!!!! animals!!! buddies!!! best bud!!!!! also he can pull his pranks and have his brotheren in the temples (this is like, before everyone gets wiped out) but otherwise, i’d think of him as most like aang in a way?? the pacifist idea, taehyung is SUCH a pacifist even through he’s chaotic as well.

JK as the avatar as well bc boy would want to explore perhaps!!! travel the world, see people, meet all the members and just grow into himself. Imagine him singing from the balcony or wishing a fantasy life in his day-dream. Him being avatar would fulfill some of his fantasies but also the pressure of being avatar?? Idk… JK i also see being in the fire nation with yoonseok as well, so either on Jin’s side in the Northern tribe or Yoonseok in the Fire nation!!

#avatar #aang #bts #bts headcannon #bts hc #bts avatar cross over #anon #asks

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pinkcake · 5 years ago

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Annie and elliott pls :)

aaahh i’m so excited! ♡♡♡ sorry i’m so late, i had an important exam to finish ~ now time for annelliott cuteness! 🌷🌻🌹🧚🏻‍♀️💞🧜🏻‍♂️🌹🌻🌷

how they first met: annie met elliott last out of everybody in town… even the wizard she met before elliott! he was busy writing in his beach cabin in the spring when she arrived, so it took almost the whole season until she was able to meet him… in a very unusual way! while trying to improve her fishing skill, a strong and very large fish latched on and almost pulled annie into the water, but elliott had come out for fresh air just in time to grab her and pull her back to shore. annie lost her training rod, but she didn’t mind much when she saw the handsome man with a halo of sunlight around him asking her if she was alright. “i’m okay! thank you for helping me. i’m annie, i moved onto lavender farm!” she bounced on her toes, brushing off her green dress. elliott thought this girl with her auburn hair in two ponytails was absolutely enchanting — in other words, he thought she was cute. something about her drew him in… both felt a connection, a common ground they couldn’t explain. composing himself, he reached out his hand and introduced himself.

where their first date was: in the secret woods! annie loves to go there because it reminds her of her former home in her fairy hollow, and elliott had never been there as he always preferred to stay near the familiarity of his ocean. they wore slime charmer rings and collected mushrooms and fiddlehead ferns, then played in the hot springs ~

when they had their first kiss: on the maiden voyage of elliott’s rowboat, after confessing their feelings!

who cooks: it depends on what it is! annie makes wonderful salads, jams, whole grain breads, pies… she’s a true gatherer, but is a bit clueless otherwise. elliott had picked up culinary skills learning to make fish dishes and soups on the stove, but he can’t be trusted with baking… he’ll burn everything (if he manages to figure out how the oven works)!

who proposed: “i know i’m not much good at anything, i don’t have much to offer as a wife, but i’m going to get better at it because there’s someone i want to take care of now.” annie had said, pulling out the mermaid’s pendant wrapped up in a small bag of her favorite english rose petals. “… a friend told me i should give this to you… that it would tell you everything i feel. does it?” elliott was wide-eyed and stunned, staring down at the little pouch in her ivory hands as she waited for an answer. a mermaid’s pendant — significant to humans, and even more so to merfolk. his eyes welled up at how cute she was, and he could do nothing but bring her into a tight embrace. “yes. i understand everything. let’s get married then, annie.”

the dominant one: oh boy… i’m not sure! i don’t think i’ve played annie enough to know that for sure… i think they are the most innocent of all of my farmer/npc couples. in personality, annie is very child-like in many ways but very head-strong and convicted, whereas elliott is more elusive and mature but he’s observant and passive… both are pacifists who disagree with war and neither are controlling. in the bedroom, well… i’ll just have to spend more time playing annie to figure that out *wink*

their favorite pass time together: reading books! annie loves fairytales (because she has absolutely no clue what they have to do with fairies, most of the time, and when they do, she always says “we’re nothing like that!”) and the reason elliott fell in love with the land is the stories it tells. they share everything they’ve learned about humans and even make up their own stories when doing chores together!

who kissed who first: elliott kissed annie!

who is the flirt: isn’t this obvious… elliott of course, he is a natural born prince charming!

who is the romantic: they match so well because they both are hopeless romantics. they love being in love and they love having their breath taken away by the beauty of the world and those around them… they live life thinking everything is beautiful, even when it’s hard, and they find that especially within each other. going out on picnic dates, visiting the bathhouse, looking for seashells during sunsets… they make time for these little things and cherish them.

who wakes up first: annie does! she doesn’t require as much sleep as people and thrives in the sunlight, whereas elliott requires more sleep and thrives in more shady or damp conditions.

who comforts who the most: i think elliott tends more towards melancholy, whereas annie is much more sanguine. she’s his little farm fairy who comes home and gives him hugs and forehead kisses to cheer him up and encourage him… he feels a lot of self-doubt and even gets homesick at times, but annie always says, “i’m here for you, my rose, whatever you wanna do. look how far you’ve come! everything i do i can do because you make me believe i can. so believe in yourself, too, and know that i will always love you more than anything.”

the cuddler: annie… oh my god. she loves small spaces and being cozy, and that includes getting hugs and cuddles from her Tall boyfriend/husband!

the big spoon: ^^ once again, elliott is the cocoon haha! (sometimes annie will spider-monkey around her man though… usually when he’s sick or sad, and it’s a very funny yet adorable sight)

#annie x elliott #farmer annie #my stardew #📖

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cosmotalia · 5 years ago

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Gemonym

Gemonyms are the primary inhabitants of Brink, or rather, the extensive cave systems under Brink. Each has some form of gem on their body which grants them unique abilities, such as telepathy and their own elemental abilities. They owe their existence to a large pantheon which they have a close relationship with, performing many rituals and festivals in their honor.

Basic Information

Anatomy and Morphology

Gemonyms are small creatures with a resemblance to rabbits or jereboas. They possess large eyes and ears in which to help them navigate in pitch black spaces. Their fur tends to be medium-length with a long mane along the head, reaching down their neck. Their body sits upright with long digitgrade feet and smaller forelimbs. Their tails tend to be of medium length but can be longer or shorter. All gemonyms possess some form of gem on their bodies.

Sensory Capabilities

All gemonyms, thanks to their gems, have telepathy abilities which allow them to communicate with one another. These abilities only extend between gemonyms, suggesting the sole purpose is to keep in contact in the cave systems.

Gemonyms also have echolocation abilities. Using clicks, they can gain detailed views of the space around them, albeit in black and white.

Dietary needs and habits

Gemonyms are omnivorous, eating most insects, fish and mushrooms. They grow a certain gem-like fruit in areas of glowing mushrooms that they consider a delicacy.

Biological Cycle

As Brink gets very cold in the winter, their fur grows out and becomes somewhat shaggy.

Civilization and Culture

Beauty Ideals

Gemonyms with very clean and polished gems are seen as very beautiful, whereas those who don’t keep their gemstone nice are seen as lazy.

Courtship Ideals

Just as everything else in their culture, courtship is dominated by complicated rituals. Courtship is initiated by one gemonym giving the other a gift and asking their permission to go on with the courtship. If accepted, they will accept the gift. If turned down, then the initiator will instead be obligated to keep the gift for a few weeks before needing to give it away.

The courtship can last months with each other giving gifts and spending time with another. When a decision is made to bond, they will go out at night and perform a ritual that involves asking the other if they would want to be bonded forever, both underground, aboveground, in this life and in the next. If they agree, then they go back to the group and announce their intent.

When they get officially “bonded”, their group celebrates with a feast and party. This includes many blessings and prayers to the gods so the relationship prevails.

Relationship and family ideals

Gender has no impact on relationships as gemonyms tends to not put much mind to it. However, it is not ideal for them to have preferences and this is accepted.

Children are raised communally, as gemonym communities tend to be tightly-knit. The act of abandoning a child is seen as heinous, as there will always be those who accept them.

Average technological level

Gemonyms have a rather different society compared to Saturnians. They more often imbue their tools with magic and use it much more liberally. They use metal and gemstones in their tools. Weapons are nearly unheard of but not completely absent. They often last long, due to how rarely they’re used.

They use magic in nearly all aspects of life and those who have specific powers tend to be put in specific roles (ie. a fire-aligned gemonym being a blacksmith).

Customs, Rituals and Traditions

The culture is primarily pacifistic and always tries to resolve problems peacefully. This is often done through gifts or meetings where the parties share their resources and find a solution. In instances where this is not possible, ritual duels can happen in which both parties nominate a fighter. It is the goal to do the least damage as possible.

As the culture is pacifistic, it is very rare that actual battle happens but is possible. In this instance, the group undergoes a ritual in which they mourn the fact they must go to battle and ask forgiveness from the gods. They also symbolically “shed” their pacifism. Very few know what the ritual entails as its so rare.

After battle, rituals are done to symbolically put their pacifism back on. There is long periods of mourning and sadness, mourning a number of things such as the fact they had to battle, those they fought, and other things lost. They also do acts of kindness for each other to “renew” themselves.

Gemonym culture is dominated by ritual and custom. Most big events, such as two creatures bonded or the birth of a child, are celebrated with feasts and parties.

Rituals are done often to the gods, asking for prosperity and safety. Each god has a day of celebration which is celebrated with a feast and various rituals. For example, the fire goddess Rubine has a feast that consists of warm foods and rituals asking for a warm and early spring. Even the most mundane of actions can followed up by small rituals, just as lighting a torch for safe passage from Rubine.

Gemonym culture has an abundance of myths and legends, detailing the exploits of their various gods and the heroes they appoint. They have a tendency to make them up as well but no one acknowledges them as made up so its impossible to tell what is true or not.

#worldbuilding #fantasy #fantasy world #fauna #gemonym #brink

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kleenexwoman · 5 years ago

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ONCE UPON A TIME IN OLD SCANDINAVIA

Men meet in meadhalls for more than meat and food. Friend and foe, Christian and heathen, all drink and eat side by side and share sips of Odin’s tipple. Aziraphale liked it because it made men mellow, and Crowley liked it because it could make men run mad. He advised Aziraphale against the fermented shark, and filled his flask with the mead-mistress’s gift. This brew was sweet, with spices instead of hops. It tasted like the honey Aziraphale had lapped from Crowley’s fingers in a Roman oyster bar. Demon and angel in the skins of man agreed to travel together.

Denmark was damp, but the path was flat over pastures and gentle rivers. Aziraphale was much more relaxed than a Christian missionary usually would have been in the company of a spice trader.

“You’re really not with the Vikings?” Aziraphale asked, as soon as they were out of earshot of any humans.

“No, no. Someone else’s lot. Not that I have a problem with church-sacking, I’ve just been on assignment in the East. Messing with some prophet’s scribe, sowing doubt into the hearts of believers...the uszh.”

“Sounds right up your cowpath.” Aziraphale miracled a fresh cowpat away from his boot. “What brings you out here, then? Last I remembered, you didn’t like the damp.”

Crowley grimaced. “Gabriel showed up. Don’t like running into him.”

“I don’t blame you--oh!” Aziraphale stumbled and swayed.

Crowley caught him and helped him to his feet. “Alright, angel?”

“My ears popped. Ooh, that’s unpleasant.” Aziraphale clung to Crowley. Crowley discreetly tasted the air. It had the ozone scent of a storm combined with an odd mushroomy funk that gave him an electric little shiver. He turned his head for a whiff of the angel’s skin. Roses and sandalwood, Aziraphale’s natural odor--nothing else, and nobody else.

“Health and happiness to you, good men, health and happiness.” A wizened old man tapped his way up the path, stick held out before him on the road. One eye squinted beneath the broad brim of his hat.

“Er, health and happiness, brother,” Aziraphale replied. Crowley raised a hand in annoyed greeting.

“Got any grub you could share with a tired old traveler?” the old one asked as he levered himself slowly onto a rock. “Haven’t eaten all day, and these old bones aren’t what they used to be.”

“We were just about to stop for lunch ourselves. We’ll be happy to share.” Aziraphale didn’t take his eyes off the old man, even as they sat. Crowley sprawled in the soft grass. The angel opened his knapsack and passed out the loaves and fishes. He’d made little sandwiches on dark crusty rye bread with smoked herring and that thick Danish butter that tasted like cheese. “Eat all you like. I’ve got more.”

Crowley passed the mead around. The wanderer’s eye lit up when he tasted what was within. “Now that’s the stuff.” He took another long pull, and then one that defied physics. “This ain’t hooked up to the sea or nothing, is it?”

“Nah, no nasty tricks. I just like having as much to drink as I want,” Crowley said. The wanderer grunted his approval and passed the skin to Aziraphale.

A raven approached and gave a grave caw. “Hello, Brother Raven.” Aziraphale threw it a chunk of herring. Crowley watched him. He didn’t notice the other raven sneaking up on his sandwich until it was no longer in his mouth.

“You b--”

“I have more, Crowley,” Aziraphale interrupted him pointedly, “be nice to the birds.” It sounded like an order, and it sounded more strained than the angel’s usual gentle chiding.

“--eautiful creature, enjoy that.” The mead made its way back to Crowley, who drank deep.

Cool wind ruffled the grass, grey clouds darkened the sun. Thunder rumbled in the distance and resolved into footsteps. “I see you’ve found friends, Dad.” The new arrival was all barrel chest and beard, strawberry-blonde braids and a wide smile. “Beat me up the hill, he did. Don’t fall for his frailty. He’s as spry as anything.”

“Thanks for the lunch, boys. You’re good people.” The old man let his son help him from the ground. He grasped his staff and pounded it on the ground, once. Now it was not a simple walking stick, but a sharp spear with a wicked point and runes of power writ in the wood. “But I’m still gonna have to ask ya to leave my worshipers right the fuck alone.”

“I just got here,” Crowley said. “Honest.”

Aziraphale swallowed hard and gathered his things up, slowly and deliberately. He would have liked to be a pacifist if his job didn’t occasionally preclude the possibility, but he was far from an idiot. He kept a small angelic dagger in his pack as well as a normal knife for cutting bread and the like. He listened to local myths with an earnest ear, and had managed to talk many monks into preserving them for posterity. “I’d rather not fight, if that’s all right with you.” His hand curled around the blessed blade. It wouldn’t kill a god, but it would give him a chance to get a few licks in if things went really cowpat-shaped.

The beefcake in braids twirled his elaborate hammer idly. “I like a good fight sometimes.”

Lightning struck a nearby pine tree. A branch blazed downwards and fell on the road. Aziraphale felt hot breath on his neck and an impossibly cold blade on his throat. “Got your Tweet, bro,” the newcomer drawled.

Crowley whipped off his sunglasses. His slitted yellow eyes met the knife-wielder’s slitted green eyes, and he spread his hood. Everyone’s hand tightened on their weapon. The wind whistled an Enrico Morricone tune.

Two mouths snarled, twin sets of fangs dripping with poison. Crowley lunged first. Loki’s body shimmered with scales and he struck. Aziraphale got to the ground and grabbed the knife the god had dropped. The snakes writhed around each other frantically, twisting and hissing in wild knots.

Aziraphale found himself on the ground in front of Odin and Thor, clutching two knives. “Once again,” he said, “I don’t want to fight, I really don’t--”

“Father!” A dark-haired man joined them, face long and stern. He bore absolutely no resemblance to the pale ginger gods among them. Aziraphale did a double take. He looked like Her. Had She…? “You called for my help?”

“Tyr, you’re just in time for the snake fight. Look at ‘em go.”

“Mmm, they’re not exactly fighting anymore, Dad,” Thor said.

“Oh, for--Loki! Get your ass back here, ya big ergi slut.” Odin traced a sign in the air, and the mad knot of serpents was no more. Two slim ginger men lay on the ground, the green-clad lad with his hand up the other man’s black caftan.

“Takes one to know one, bitch!” Loki hollered from where he was straddling a red-faced Crowley.

Tyr pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose and sighed. Aziraphale knew he should be paying attention to the threat of a real fight or to Crowley’s distress, but that was the same gesture the Almighty had made...well, every time he’d been in Her office trying to explain something, come to think of it.

“I’d appreciate if we could work this out sensibly without having to resort to violence,” Aziraphale tried again.

“I’m willing to negotiate,” Tyr said, then glanced at Odin. “As the representative of Odin, Allfather and King of the Gods, of course. If he agrees.”

“Can you get him to leave that demon alone first?”

“What is he, your thrall?” Thor asked. Loki was holding Crowley’s wrists to the ground.

“More like a blood brother. Don’t make me call in the troops--”

“Don’t make me call in my wife and her girlfriends,” Odin said. “Frigga will kick your ass, and then she’ll kick my ass for interrupting sauna day.”

Aziraphale dropped both daggers. “Give me back the demon and we’ll both leave your territory immediately.”

“Withdraw your troops.”

“I’ll...send word.” Aziraphale’s voice cracked. “Tell him to leave my friend alone, please.” Loki’s tongue toyed with Crowley’s, his teeth dripping poison even in human form. Aziraphale could see the sparks of flame as Loki’s saliva burned Crowley’s lips. Crowley hissed and writhed, cheeks scaled and eyes nearly pure yellow.

“Loki, get the fuck off,” Odin shouted.

“I’m trying!”

“Don’t pull this shit with me, Silvertongue” Tyr growled. The earth shook beneath them all.

Loki’s hands rose, and he stepped away from Crowley. “You never let me have a good time.”

“Your good time usually results in monsters we have to fight later because you don’t pay child support.”

“I wouldn’t be broke if anyone would sacrifice anything but burnt oatmeal and twine ends to me. At least I take the kids out, we spend time together--”

“Riding your son in a horse race you bet on does not count as babysitting!”

Angel and demon got the fuck out of Scandinavia together as the gods argued behind them.

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #norse gods #norse mythlogy #dubcon #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #part of a larger bit i'm working on but i'm not doing anything in chronological or narrative order rn so #loki #thor #odin #tyr

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Autobiograpy by Jayson R. Gomez

I am Jayson R. Gomez , I was born October 13,1999 at Brgy of Mulanay, Quezon Province . We are two siblings in the family . I am the first child . My father’s name Valentine Gomez he’s from Mulanay quezon province and my mother’s name is Editha Rejano and she’s from Mulanay,Quezon province . I took my elementary education at Teodoro Yangco Elementary school located at Dandan St.,Tondo,Manila and highschool at Dr.Juan G. Nolasco Highschool located at Tioco St.,Tondo,Manila. When I was 3 years old we moved to Tondo,Manila to lived permanently .

During weekends, we usually spend our time with bonding or hangout with family and friends . During my high school days I spend my free time playing basketball or playing online games with my friend outside of school . I was a sacristan in school who loved and serve to God everyday . Our school was only a public .

My hobbies are drawing , playing basketball , listening any kinds of music , watching movies and playing billiards . I spend my free time with my friends . when I was a kid I had a lot of dreams that one day I become a pilot or become a captain of the ship but I have a financial problem that’s why I took business administration for my college education .

There a lot of things I like to do , I like to fun with my friends and playing computer online games , I like painting Im essentially interested in creating works, and theres a lot of things I don’t like to is like eating fish that I don’t know what is, I also don’t like people who smoke on front and side of because I don’t like the smell and I have a headache when I smell the smoke of cigarretes .

And right now I shared many some of my personality and tell you some more , my personality is im friendly to anyonelse , and im a joker to class because im also funny i also had a lot of jokes , I love singing also and jamming with my friends , some of my badpoints im quite forgetful and sometimes I had a bad mood well every personality

We lived in manila because my grandfather’s had a poperty in tondo , we use to lived here because its would be a great experience to work and lived in manila. Its easy to find job here because manila is land of many opportunities theres a lot of companies and the education is good as well , mostly that suit to your courses . The difference here and province that’s its hard to commute here because of a heavy traffic happens every day and every night and the bad effect of pollution is very bad in health so its hard to breath . because of traffic mostly ive been late to go to school

Theres a lot of obstacle in life happen some of them I still have , like time management . Im quite forgetful sometimes I memorized words and after a minute I forgot the words that I memorized . And also the biggest obstacle happen in my life is lack of focus , I don’t know why but happens to me sometime but its okay because the greater the obstacle the more glory overcoming it .

For a long time its seemed to me that life was about to begin in real life . But there was always some obstacle in the way . something to be gotten through first. Come unfinished business, time still to be served ,a debt to be paid at last it downed on me that these obstacles were my life

Being a student is not easy, being a student is all about studies , school life requires hardwork and discipline but it can also be fun being devoted student . I have developed a routine of getting up early in the morning . The life of me being a student is a combination of joy and challenges because of the requirements in school that need to be fulfilled , but it is also a place where things can be learned

I am a good person as the youngest child and honest . my family raised me to be a kind, honest and have fear with god . my mother told me that never give up in my dreams and fulfilled my ambition that’s what give me strength that they trusted me and giving my guts to continue exploring things . when I was on high school I thought its easy to live but many problems come so do I do my best to become successful in the future to give my parents give all the sacrifices they gave to me .

My biggest achievements in life is , when I walk with my mother to stage and accept my diploma in front of many people in graduation day . That day is so special and very memorable to me , the day that im very proud of myself , because the achievement that achieve specially being an honored student is very worth it . my parents are very proud of me the joy in their face is joy to me . the achievements , successes or accomplishments we gain in school life years . Those achievements in middle, highschool or college student life that include my personal academic achievements . it may be the greatest the best or the bad but I never forget .

My mother is the best mother of all time she is a cheerful,kind,and beautiful. She is never afraid to speak her mind and can be very convincing when she want to . She sometimes upset a bit too easily , but she is just as quick to forgive and forget. I love my mom for all that she is – even when she’s angry. For all that she has done for me and for all that she’s taught me . My mom has been through a lot throughout the years, but she always kept fighting.She taught me to never lose hope even in the direst of moments, and she showed me how to look for happiness in the small things. She’s been trying to teach me to be more organized as well, but hasn’t succeeded yet. I love her for that too.

My father is quiet, patient and calm, and he has an adorable hit-and-miss sense of humour. I may not always find his jokes that funny, but I love him for trying. Dad almost never gets angry and he is always polite, friendly and nice to everyone. He is not the one to verbalize emotions, but he always shows his feelings through sweet gestures and little surprizes. He is the pacifist in our family and never goes against mom’s wishes, but he runs a large company witha firm hand. I love my father for all these characteristics and for all he’s sacrificed to build a better life for us. He’s worked day and night to ensure we afford good education and have a rich, wonderful childhood, and he has passed up many great opportunities for the benefit of our family. I love dad because he’s taught me that you cannot have it all in life, but with hard work and dedication, you can have what matters most to you.

Mom and dad may be very different people, but they complement each other perfectly. Together, they formed a super-team that was always there – and, thankfully, still is – to provide comfort, nurturing, and support and help me grow as a person. Their complementary personalities bring balance in our family, and each of them steps in whenever they are needed the most. Together, they taught me to believe in myself and have turned me into a fighter. Their care and dedication towards me and each other has served as an example of what healthy relationships should be like, and I love and admire them for that.

I love my parents because they are my parents, my good friends, my heroes, my role models, my safe haven, my pillars of strength.I am who I am today thanks to them, and I know that their support and affection will play an essential role in what I will become in the future.All I can hope is that, when I have children of my own, I will be half as good a parent as they were to me.

Life is a journey filled with lessons, hardships, heartaches, celebrations and special moments that will ultimately lead us to our destination, our purpose in life. The road will not always be smooth in fact, throughout our travels, we will encounter many challenges. Some of these challenges will test our courage, strengths, weaknesses, and faith. Along the way, we may stumble upon obstacles that will come between the paths that we are destined to take. In order to follow the right path, we must overcome these obstacles. Sometimes these obstacles are really blessings in disguise, only we don't realize that at the time. Along our journey we will be confronted with a lot of obstacles and hurdles that we will have to jump over and pass. What we go through our life and how we react to life situations determines the outcomes of how the rest of our life will be. At times in our life things won't go how we want it to go so we have two choice to either accept the fact that things didn't go the way we want it to go and let it pass or we can learn the lessons being taught by our mistakes, we should just accept the fact that life is not permanent but temporary and we just have to live one day at a time. we should realize that time wait on no man, it does not owe us.

As the only son in the family I was very hardworking person , That is shown through my determination and harkwork because id I didn’t believe myself I wouldn’t try as hard . I was taught to be caring anf thoughtful . I wasn’t taught anything elsa from anyone other than not to trust people .

I worked hard to get to this point of my life and working even harder to get to the successful and graduate part of my life.

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Excuse the typos Character Asks

Character Asks

Choose a character and a question

Characters:

Indy - sorrowful, wealthy writer

Sage - chipper, eccentric barista

Nova - mischievous, astute activist

Charleut - intelligent, sharp lawyer

Claud - sly, wise police officer

Neal - silent, spontaneous movie director

Lora - sassy, correctional actress

Gray - informational, caring talent agent

Gemini - quirky, strong pet store manager

Havin - easy going, comical interior designer

Gwen - shy, analytical banker

Patches - innocent, wild real estate agent

Doc - practical, blunt attorney

Harry - self-absorbed, glutton realtor

Loa - logical, stringent automotive engineer

Chief - philosophical, misunderstood politician

Jack - gentle, follower gardener

Deuce - mysterious, leader chemist

Roy - lying, nerdy bandmate

Olivia - serving, fiery housemaid

Consuela - altruistic firm casino co-owner

Constance - powerful, creepy casino co-owner

Joy - perky, pragmatic talent agent

Mrs. Feathersby - grandmotherly, assertive cafe owner

Dr. Whyte - optimistic, spiritual surgeon

Jensen - passive, generous nurse

Angeliica - feminist, tactical nurse

Stone - unexpected, remorseless police officer

Atticus - conversationalist, innocent bartender

Admiral - disciplined, sexually busy retired veteran

Mr. Peru - soundful, pacifist butler

Daz - impervious,

Fighting urges horned up searching for meaning feeling breathing living God please forgive these flesh feelings keep dealing me a strain in my pants my brain likes to dance I feel afraid sometimes without Lord I pray your Kingdom come evil need be delivered me from i feel bottom of ocean scum always comes with repercussions dumb didally down fiddling these emotions floating to my head crazed dazed in a hazed Hayes estate

Josiah - trustworthy, there landscaper

Doctor Profit - heartless, gassy teacher * Waiting is a new covenant, so wait patiently and you will see the return of Jesus Christ. * The killer of Casanova Hayes * the unexpected english teacher witha bold moustache piercing blue eyes takes brown skin elegant afro hair nice smile a kind voice whispering elegance peaceful harmonies bird talking chest as proud as the cockatoo merciful tattoos of kazoos and coconuts lustful legs that stood high enough to see the tempest shelf in southern creek high water soloist for sure team player and dauntful

Dawn Delaware fifth sister the child Karen Delaware was pregnant when she disappeared that hot day in Australia critic to town if Ostrasizer England smokes cigars piercing red eyes devilish tongue fierce brutality of the hands southpaws swearer of Osvits Germany ta I want to thank you for being my son my Lord my savior my grace mercy My Redeemer what treasure my everything my all amen

George Carl Bigsby - judgmental, prejudice grocery store owner

Z'riya Turner - affable, southern comfort Mexican store owner

Ashlee | Hectic - smarter than you, has to be right confidently beautiful curves radio talk show host producer

Lefwhich Greenfield - destined Turner of the turntables championship Dr. Profits twin cousin cornball hornball

Nessie - grits thrower, angsty photographer

What do you do for a living

Where's your money go most on

Least on

Where do kids come from 5 year old answer

Topic of the day

Wheres your worst kiss from

Best kiss

Who saw you running naked that one day down the street

Is the cat out if the bag secret bonus

Sandwich ir taco

Spaghetti or hamburger

Waffles or pancakes

Listen to music on low listen on high

Destined to live destined to die

Whi gets to watch what they want you or your spouse nobody who wins the argument

Do stacks stack best left to right or right to left

If I were atop a mountain and u wanted you to hold me would you cry ir ask why

If a donkey had a really bad smell but a really great smile would you hug it

Can you kiss an elephant and remember it

What causes reflections looking within or without

Do stalls needto he further apart or many more single bathrooms

West coast hemisphere easy coast hemisphere

If you could live anywhere and why

Rigamortus would you prefer the body seen or sunseen

Truth be told what's your worst secret

Truth be told who do you live the most

Marry me yes or no after three years

Do the stanky leg or the waltz

Fishing or bowling

Dog sitting or cat sitting

Miscues or misshapes

Music or reading

What do you di when you first wake up

Is there anything to wear in here jeams or slacks for gals dresses or pants

Austin texas or Atlanta georgia

Fila or fubu

Red wine or white wine

Questions or answers

Chess or checkers

Pig or cow

People watching or tv watching

Yes person or no person

Balanced or imbalanced

Perfect or flawed

Half full or half empty

Shark or lion

Chicken or egg

Basketball or football

Softball or baseball

Soccer or rugby

Do you stand tall or stand with a hunch

Breathe in breathe out ornbreathe out breathe in

Angry or happy

Sad or content

Joyful or hateful

Peace through war war through peace or peace through peace

Victory or fail

Thumbs up or thumbs down

Do you talk more or listen more

Effortless or thoughtful

Faithful or hardship

Constipation or diarrhea

Jokester or serious

Golf or nascar

Do you believe in ghosts

Do you believe in werewolves

Do you believe in God

Flying ir driving

Stay at family's house for the holidays or at a hotel

Do you walk in with confidence or doubt

Day person or night person

Early to bed early to rise ir stay up late and ahh *stretches* after 12 pm

Wake up with a hangover dude I cant believe we did that or dude I cant believe we did that!

Lefty or righty

Sauce mixed in with the meat or sauce mixed in with the noodles

Bacon cordon bleu or bacon and eggs

Fitzgerald Jones or Fitzgerald Hawkins

What day do you clean your house

Check mail now when you come from home or later

Dinosaurs did they exist

If we could meet a celebrity who would it be

Why them

Where would we go

If we could meet Jesus without dying what would you say to Him

Why

Beach or mountain

Fiasco or calm

Tupac or biggie

Elton John or Michael Bolton

Lois and Clark or lois and clark Kent

venice or Rome

How much would could a woodchuck chuck

If your brothers dad died and your brother was left alone what would you say

Earthquake or sandstorm

Hurricane or fire

Get shot or get stabbed

Art or home economics

Understanding or pigheaded

Left alone or social butterfly

Apples or bananas

#welcome to my world #oc asks #ocs #original character #original characters #character asks #character questions #main character #main characters #character devlopment #writer

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