#theres water on the other side too and if they go across that they can access the rest of the farm

[reptileofdoom]

me, redoing the animal pen so it's bigger and out of the way: oh it's good that the water forms a natural barrier, i can use less fences :)

my ducks on the first day of spring:

[invisibleoctopus]

starting to think im a bard of void instead of being a knowledge class. i have the whole bardic crisis thing (oct 13 2013. sunday) the whole opposite aspect thing before that (Gifted Kid TM where part of my personality was bring smart. is very lightcore) and just how i seem to destroy everything i touch.

my aversion to lying and how terrible i am at it because its on a physical level in my body and i have to script it in advance (yes this is mostly autism) and not liking to keep secrets and being a blabbermouth. destroying void.

destroyed by void. getting FADED with weed. self isolation and most of my time being spent gaming or on the computer/phone. my awful terrible recurring dreams (dreams are void) that i have a fucking tag for. but the horrors have become almost mundane with how repetitive they are in my dreams and thats why i dont call them nightmares

[raisin-writes]

one piece men hcs: period sex

featuring the blorbos of my choice- law, bartolomeo, bellamy, corazon, and doflamingo

warnings: blood (obviously), narsty boys (looking directly at barto), smut, period eating

nsfw under the cut, minors dni 🫵👁️👁️💢

Law:

• im sorry babe, he may be a doctor and he may not be squeamish about touching peoples organs and blood, but he will not go down on you on your period 😔 (coward).

• hes kinda weird about period sex, he'll do it if you ask him super sweetly and look at him with those big pathetic puppy eyes, and he'll sigh dramatically and agree to it, but he really doesnt like doing it on the bed, he prefers the bathroom where its easiest to clean.

• usually he's kind enough to finger fuck you when you ask for it, but hes quick to pull his hand out of your pants and run to the sink to wash his hands off before shooing you to bed with a peck on the forehead. hes a busy man, hes got work to do.

• when he does have time, though, he'll make sure to take proper care of you afterwards.

• he'll offer to bring you water, a snack, pain meds, a towel, a hot pack, hell he'll even carry you to the shower if your legs are too shaky to stand on and clean you off with a gentleness so rarely seen from a man like him.

Bartolomeo:

• NASTY BOY ALERT 🚨🚨🚨

• you dont even need to ask, he'll be able to smell a hint of blood from across the room and hunt you down like a shark.

• begs you to let him eat you out while on his knees, massaging and pawing at your thighs.

• "c'mon sweetheart, i just wanna help ya~"

• VERY enthusiastic eater, if he could stick his tongue up any further into you he would.

• likes when you sit on his face so he can feel the blood and cum dribble down the sides of his face.

• as he's fingering you, he'll suddenly pull his bloody hand up to his lips and suck the liquid off each digit before shoving them back inside you to do it again with a big cocky grin.

• hes fucking ravenous.

• fucks you like an animal and likes watching you coat his cock in red multiple times.

• truthfully, there might not be much blood left to leak out of you by the time hes done with you.

• dont worry, he'll make sure theres plenty of cum to leak out instead.

• hes super super sweet afterwards.

• "im so sorry, i didnt think i'd get so carried away there," he'll scratch the back of his head sheepishly.

• acts like a mother hen while he cleans you up so youre all nice and pretty again- hes usually pretty good about cleaning up after himself when it involves you.

• gets sad and confused when you vehemently refuse to give him a big wet kiss afterwards.

Bellamy:

• another nasty boy, but its more of a theatrical thing.

• hes fine with licking other peoples blood off his face, this isnt much different to him.

• he does play it up for you a bit (and the invisible audience in his head, he has to look cool for them always).

• makes a big show of lapping it up while locking eyes with you.

• the wide, wolfish grin on his face while his tongue swipes over the stray blood dripping off his lower lip makes you whine.

• he'll finger you whenever you ask even when you arent menstruating, it makes no difference to him, he just likes seeing you come undone on his hand.

• will let you dry hump his towel-covered thigh if hes too busy with something like a log or a paint manual (hes a study-at-the-last-possible-minute kinda guy).

• he'll fuck you however you need him to.

• want him to put you in a mating press and make you squirt all over his stomach?

• no problem.

• need something slow and tender like sitting in his lap while he gently rocks into you?

• he can do that too.

• hes a man that aims to please, and will almost never turn down the opportunity to stuff you full of himself.

• surprisingly decent at aftercare.

• he'll make sure youre mostly clean and get some water for you both before he stuffs you under his arm like a teddy bear to cuddle.

Corazon:

• hes surprised when you first ask to have sex with him on your period.

• he didnt think he would be very into it at first but the seemingly deeper intimacy of it...

• and the way youre so much more weak and pliant for him when youre like this... it does something to him.

• something clicks in him that hes gotta take care of you.

• only you.

• he's reluctant to eat you out, but he'll do it while looking up at you to make sure youre enjoying it.

• hes careful with foreplay and even more careful with the main event.

• the tenderness of the moment will probably make him cry, he feels so connected to you like this.

• doesnt even let himself savor his own release (if he even cums at all, your pleasure is so much more important in this moment) before he trips over himself to get you snacks and water and pain meds and anything he could possibly think to make you more comfortable.

• make sure to cuddle him tight and give him a big thank you kiss for all his hard work.

• he might cry again, hes just so full of love right now.

Doflamingo:

• on one hand, he thinks its kinda dirty and filthy.

• but on the other hand... hes kinda into the dirty and filthy aspect.

• he doesnt eat you out, but if you really beg him, he'll make his string clone do it while he holds you.

• even if its not the real doffy, his tongue alone makes you melt into a puddle on the mattress.

• as soon as you've cum enough for his liking, he'll shove the clone out of the way and get to work on stretching you open for himself.

• hes not very comforting, but he'll make sure youre more than satisfied so long as he gets satisfaction too.

• is decent enough to let you adjust to him but his patience does have a limit, so hurry up and relax for him already, hes got other things he needs to get done today.

• hes not as gentle as you want him to be, but he'll get you to the finish line even if you cant keep his pace.

• having you so sensitive and compliant for him like this makes him all the more cocky (unfortunately).

• heavy on the teasing dirty talk.

• "so weak and helpless for me, pet... what would you even do without me here to take care of you?"

• always makes you cum hard on his cock; if you squirt, all the better for his ego.

• he has to admit, something stirs in his gut when he sees your blood dripping out alongside his cum.

• not very hands-on with the aftercare portion; it truthfully wigs him out being that vulnerable, even if its you.

• he'll send a maid in to help you clean up with anything that you might need or ask for.

• what really surprises you is the pretty bouquet that comes in along with the other aftercare items.

• ...

• it doesnt happen very often, but he'll stay to cuddle with you for a little bit before the maid comes if you manage to grab him before he leaves- you dont even have to say anything for him to know what you want.

• he supposes he can indulge you sometimes.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

your transfem friend recommended a clinic to get your bottom surgery done at. she says its cheap, not gatekeepery, and the results are good, even if the doctors a little skeevy. youre at the address she gave you and are wondering how exactly your murder will go down. the door is on a third floor landing accessible only from a fire escape out of a back alley in the worst part of town youve ever seen. you knock three times and the door is answered by a ratty-looking woman with a severe slouch smoking something that doesnt smell like nicotine and doesnt smell like marijuana. her wavy blonde hair is unkempt. shes wearing an oversized grey hoodie that hasnt been washed in some time. you can identify blood on the left sleeve and vomit across much of her side, as well as other, more mysterious stains. you cant tell if shes wearing anything underneath the hoodie. the inside of the apartment - because it is, very clearly, her apartment - has a smell that you cant place but, if pressed, would probably call sweat, though you know that description is lacking something.

dr davis, you ask. she smiles wide, and her teeth are shockingly good for the state the rest of her is in. just call me riley, she says. never did get a degree.

she ushers you inside and sits you down on a sofa almost as stained as her hoodie. can i get you a drink she asks. a drink, you repeat, dazed. she says yeah. she says she has diet coke, beer, vodka, and coffee. says she used to keep tea around for a friend of a friend but she hasnt come by in a few years and the leaves are probably losing flavor by now. you say just waters fine. she shrugs and says your funeral. she comes back from the kitchen and sweeps some stuff off the coffee table. you see a stray scalpel, a roll of gauze bandages, a soda cup from taco bell, and various crumpled papers amongst the rubbish that she knocks aside before setting down your glass of water. she has a beer in her own hand and pops the cap off with her teeth, though the motion isnt quite how youre used to seeing people do it. she takes a big gulp before she keeps talking.

so what do you want your pussy to look like, she asks. you splutter a bit. she says you are the one who needed their bits redone right. you flush and say yeah thats me. she nods and says right so what do you want. you struggle to give a good answer and she starts asking questions. depth? width? color? clit size? you give your answers falteringly. she starts asking about labia. oh, you dont want dentata, do you, she says. that costs extra. you say you dont know what that means. she says dont worry about it. hey do you wanna get pregnant? you splutter again. not now she clarifies. well i can get you pregnant now too if you want that. doesnt even have to be human i think i have some horse sperm around here if you want. i just meant like ever in the future. you say you dont know. she says okay shell leave it out for now but come back if you ever want her to put the womb in. youre too stunned to reply.

she says oh do you want to keep your dick, i can do that. you say you thought they needed the tissue from the penis in order to make the vaginal lining. she laughs and takes another gulp from her beer. she says so is that a no. you say you guess you hadnt thought about it. she says she can reschedule if you need to think, no rush. you say no i guess i dont want it anymore. she nods and says come back if you change your mind.

she says ok, i think i can start operating now if youre ready. you say okay and she tells you to lie on your back and strip naked. you follow her instructions. youre still not sure if youre going to die today or not. she pulls on a big pair of rubber gloves. not latex medical gloves, they're yellow dishwashing gloves. she grabs a small jar of what looks like petroleum jelly off a shelf nearby. you cant help but notice that theres also lube, condoms, saran wrap, and a bottle of honey on the same shelf. you dont ask. she starts vigorously rubbing the jelly into your skin from the belly button down. everywhere it touches you instantly go numb. she keeps talking while she works. a lot of it is her telling stories about "her amy." you cant tell if amy is a sister, wife, or pet. she might be all three.

she reaches up to grab an empty syringe off the top shelf. when she stretches you notice shes naked under the hoodie. you look away bashfully. she doesnt seem to notice.

she fills the syringe with liquid from a bucket in the closet. the liquid is neon green. she injects it into your inner upper thigh. you are now certain you're going to die today, but you cannot make a break for it with your legs numbed, so you wait.

she says okay this is the part where a lot of people get squeamish so look away if you think you might get sick. she pulls out a set of knives. some of them look like dentistry tools, some of them are medical scalpels, and some of them are kitchen knives. you look away. she starts humming to herself while she works. the tune is pop goes the weasel.

hey, she calls out to you from between your legs, how many nerves do you want in your clit? you say uh i dont know, whats a normal amount. she says about ten thousand give or take two thousand in either direction. you say ten thousand sounds fine. she doesnt respond, just goes back to humming. its a different tune. shes humming old macdonald now.

she gets up a couple times to grab new drinks. you say should you be drinking during an operation? she says dont worry i know what im doing. besides i never took the hippocratic oath. she laughs at that, the sound somewhere between a giggle and a cackle. you don't think its that funny. she resumes her work.

this time shes humming the alphabet song. you ask how old are you anyway? she says somewhere between 12 and 47. then she laughs again. you decide to stop asking questions.

four beers, two diet cokes, three unidentifiable cigarettes, and five hours later, she stands up and announces shes done. she wipes her brow without taking the glove off, smearing unidentifiable bodily fluids across her forehead. she jabs another syringe into your other thigh and the feeling returns to your lower body. you're a little sore but other than that you feel great. she wheels over a full length mirror and tells you to take a look. its perfect. youre everything youve ever dreamed you would be. you cant describe how euphoric it feels to see a vagina, your vagina, between your legs. you thank her tearfully. she smiles awkwardly. of course, shes saying.

how much do i owe you you ask. she shrugs. iunno, a hundred bucks? im not in it for the money. you pay her the hundred bucks and leave quickly. you barely remember to get dressed again before heading out. you have never seen Riley again.

[rockermybuddie]

A night out

Eddie Diaz x Fem!reader

A/n: writting this because i cant stop fantasizing about this man so maybe if i write everything down my brain will calm itself.

Summary: The last time you had sex was over two years ago with your ex-boyfriend. Sure you pleasure yourself pretty much every night but its not the same as an actual human.

In desperate need you decide to go out to a bar and see what you can find.

Little did you know who you will end the night with.

Tw: Alcohol, Smut

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You walk into your apartment building and hit the button to the elevator. Thank goodness theres no one else because you are ready to get to your apartment, for personal reasons.

Everything at work got on your nerves today no matter what. The ticking of the clock, people having too loud of a keyboard so all you heard was typing all around you, accidentally knocking over a cup of water on your desk.

Everything was just too much.

As soon as you opened your door you threw your bag on the kitchen counter and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Accidentally hitting the corner of the table, just perfectly at your hip you let out a curse but also a small whine.

“Ugh, whatever.” You mumble as you pleasure yourself on the tables corner.

After a day like today you need something to distract yourself.

——-

Once you took your shower you put on some comfortable clothes and made dinner.

Its only 7pm so the night is still young and you dont have work tomorrow.

You sat on the couch watching some rom-com that was already playing as you find yourself rolling your eyes and switching the channel when the two characters started having sex.

Really? Jealous of two Tv show characters getting more than you? Pathetic.

Your eyes moved down to the time on the cable box and it read 7:45pm. The bar right down the street opens in fifteen minutes.

“Fuck it.” You say getting up from the spot on the couch.

You put your dirty plate in the sink and walk into the bedroom opening the closet door.

“Hmmmm” you hum as you look at your options.

Need something that wont flash anyone when you dance but need something that shows just enough but too much because you dont want people to know how desperate you are.

“This will work.” You aay to yourself as you change into the sparkly red spaghetti strapped dress.

It covers your whole body, just stopping to the middle of your thighs. Shows off your soft shoulders and the top of your boobs sit just right.

With a quick curl of the end of your hair and some quick makeup you’re out the door at 8:10pm.

——-

When you arrive at the bar theres not too many people there yet, a group in each corner and few stragglers at the bar.

You take a seat at the bar and order yourself a drink as you wait for whoever basically.

Its going on ten now and you’re about ready to just get up and go back home when someone walks up next to you to order a drink.

“Whiskey, neat please.” The deep voice says.

You look over to your right and see a strong arm resting on the bar top. You move your eyes up and see a clean shaven face and soft brown hair just falling a little to the side on top.

The man looks over at you and just that sent a shiver of heat through your body. The deep brown eyes glancing at you.

You look at the navy blue shirt hes wearing and see that it says LAFD.

“Are you a firefighter?” You ask him, stupidly but you need something to make a conversation.

“I am.” He says, you can tell his eyes glance down at your chest but quickly makes their way back up to your face. “Heres your drink sir.” The bartender slid his drink across the counter to him.

Your mind and mouth fight with each other, hes about to leave say something but dont say something stupid.

“Do you want to have sex?” You blurt out. Shit. Maybe you have drank too much too soon.

Your mouth won the fight with your brain.

The man froze, drink halfway to his mouth just staring at? The wall? The floor? You?

“I-i-i-i’m sorry. I think i’ve had too much to drink.” You say extremely embarrassed, you know your cheeks are flushed you can feel it.

The man downs his drink and asks for another. Still not answering your question but maybe its better if he doesn’t answer it.

Actually its probably for the best he doesn’t answer it.

When he gets his new drink he gives you a nod and walks away quickly.

You watch as he joins a group of people, three men and three women. Probably other firefighters and he’s probably telling them what just happened.

You quickly get up an rush to the bathroom, you can feel eyes on you and its making you feel worse than you already do.

——-

As you wash your hands taking a look at yourself in the mirror you cant help but think of how much of mess you are right now.

In life and right now.

You touch up your make up before leaving the bathroom, with still a little bit of hope still left in you you’re not ready to give up the goal of the night just yet.

Even though its probably best if you just go home and pleasure yourself after asking a man, a freaking firefighter, to have sex with you when he hadn’t even had a drink yet.

As you open the bathroom door while putting your lipstick back in your purse you bump into a soft wall.

“Sorry” you apologize without looking at the said wall.

When your alcohol filled brain processes what just happened you realize walls aren’t soft. You turn around and see the man from the bar standing there.

“Oh. Its you.” You say, crap. “Sorry that sounded mean. You probably think i-” you begin to go on about something, you dont even know but was cut off when the man closed the distance between you all and kissed you.

“Whats your name?” You break away to ask. “Eddie.” He replies quickly as he pushes you back against the wall.

His mouth adventuring yours as his hands slide up your side.

“Lets go to my place its just down the street.” You say grabbing his hand before it reaches its destination.

You grab his hand and drag him out of the bar behind you. You hear someone yell “get it Eddie!” Assuming it was one of the other firefighters he was with.

———-

As the two of you awkwardly waited for the elevator you could feel yourself already wet and in need of this man inside you.

“How long does this elevator take?” Eddie asked, hes half tempted to pick you up over his shoulder and carry you up the stairs.

“Usually not this long.” You answer noticing it is taking longer than usual. “What floor do you live on?” He asks.

“Third-ah!” You let out when he all of a sudden lifts you up with ease over his shoulder and opens the door to stairs taking two at a time.

Hes a firefighter he does this all the time.

When he opened the door you heard the ding of the elevator but this, this was hot.

“Apartment 12B3” you tell him. He turns so you can unlock the door.

When the door opens he turns around cautious not to bump you into the wall. He shuts the door with his foot.

“Found it!” Eddies says when he finds your bedroom. He makes it there in three big steps and kicks the door shut as he lays you on the bed.

You shimmy your way up on the bed as Eddie takes off his shirt. Your eyes glued to his broad shoulders, his strong chest, his abs, oh god his abs.

Your weakness when it comes to men.

“You’re so…. Strong.” You say as he places each hand on the bed next to you.

“And you’re beautiful sweetheart.” His voice his deep and gentle. A soft hand travels up your side as his mouth devours yours.

Eddies hand slips underneath your dress as he lifts it up off over you revealing your body to him.

He looks at your breasts as they lay perfectly plump like a pillow, the curves of your hips and the small pump of your belly.

He couldn’t wait to get inside of you.

One hand placed on the bed for balance as his other hand explores your body as his mouth makes its way around your neck and boobs.

His fingers slip into your underwear as he pulls them down and you kick your ankles as the underwear hits the floor.

“You’re so wet.” Eddie says as his fingers explore your folds.

A small whimped escapes your mouth as he inserts one of his fingers into you.

Eddie smiles as he watches your eyes flutter shut and your hips react everytime he moves his finger in you.

“You want another sweetheart?” He asks. Not being able to talk you shake your head yes.

Eddie inserts another finger in you as he takes off his pants. You hear his pants hit the floor as he takes in one of your breasts into his mouth.

“Eddie.” You run your fingers through his hair, its soft and silky.

Eddie looks up at you making direct eye contact with you as he takes his fingers out of you and licks them off one by one.

“You taste amazing sweetheart.” He says. He moves to where he’s hovering over you.

You can see the bulge in his under, you can feel it as he lowers himself as he takes your mouth back into his.

The two of you make out with the tease of him against you. You move your hands from his back to his boxers.

He doesn’t stop you, he wants this just as bad as you do. He helps you take them off the rest of the way as they get tossed to the side.

He looks at you as asking if this okay, with a simple nod and soft smile his head moves down giving you a softer kiss as his hips move down closer to yours.

You feel the tip of him then feel him whole inside of you. A small moan escapes as you claw at his back. Eddie thrusts his hips against you at a nice steady pace.

“Damn it… you feel so good.” Eddies grunts out against your lips. “Faster.” You beg.

Eddie starts moving faster as he puts a hand on too of your head to help keep you in place.

You feel yourself finish as he pulls out and finishes on your belly.

“Good job sweetheart, we finished together.” Eddie says. “Wheres your towels?” He asks.

You point your finger towards your bathroom as watch as he walks over to grab a towel.

Eddie wipes you off and cleans himself off.

He climbs into bed next to you as you melt your way into his arms.

“Aftercare.” You mumble.

Soon you are in the warmth of your bed and Eddies strong firefighter arms.

This is what you needed.

Now will this happen again? You hope so.

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A/n: i hope you liked the story. I don’t do much character x reader like this so forgive me if its not good lol. Might make more i dont know.

I did a quick glance over for any mistypes so apologies if i mississ any!

[kindred-spirit-93]

life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel

remember how i said i had studying to do and would be back after finishing? guess what didnt happen lol.

disclaimer for me yapping and little to no sentence structure lol

--

had just had a really nice moment with my dad and brother as we ate lil cakes lol. carrot, strawberry and a slice of tiramisu.

after which i went to my room to resume work, papers across my desk and pen atop my notebook, all awaiting my return.

next thing i know i knocked over my (thankfully cold) mint tea all over my desk and onto the carpet.

my brain switches off as it so often does in moments of shock and disbelief. all i can hear is the damp sound liquid usually makes when fabric breaks its fall (flow?),

and something behind my eyes snaps. i sigh. theres no use crying over spilt tea as they say.

i try to rescue what i can but my endeavour proves to be futile. open the window to prop my soaked notebook and lecture notes in all their botched inky glory. its raining

i want to laugh till i cry. this is the funniest thing that could have happened im surprised i didnt see it coming. and today of all days. shame on me really

i mustve broken something in my brain at some point because for whatever reason my first reaction to most things regardless of appropriateness of the situation is the fatal urge to laugh. does the laughter fill a void that shouldnt be there? am i distracting myself from whatever ails me? whos to say.

oh well. no (serious) harm done. probably cant get any worse

as usual i spoke far too soon.

while flipping over the notebook to see if the other side was dry or if it had met the watery demise of its brethren, it slipped from my hand and fell with a splat onto the still-dripping-on-the-carpet tea. restoring balance and to the universe no doubt

i really cant be too happy huh

taking an old tshirt from the pile of laundry on my bed dating back to the carboniferous period, i mop the tea and it mocks me.

i resist the crazed smile

in the kitchen to fetch a sponge a cloth and a tupperware to fill with soapy water. and of course we dont have dish washing liquid, why would we.

another sigh. very little fazes me, i know my luck too well now to expect anything less. collateral damage is always a given.

my rule of thumb is if something can theoretically go wrong (thank u overthinking & hs statistics) it probably will. so make peace with it now instead of mourning it later.

less feelings that way. feelings can hurt. and id just rather not.

i consider bleach (momentarily, as a joke. to loosen the tension in my head. doesnt go too well.) so i opt for hand soap.

honourable mentions: shower gel, toothpaste, olive oil, tears, 17 in 1 coffee extract shampoo that doesnt smell like coffee. tap water.

the good news is that i gained like 3 and a half minutes of cardio and core engagement. and the approval of my grandmother for my scrubbing technique.

shed win diamond plated gold if competitive cleanliness was to ever become a thing. i take after her (strongly). a champion of sorts. her successor.

as i wait for my papers to dry, thoughts to settle, and the will to continue, i type this out in the hopes of killing to birbs with one stone.

or in my case knocking over two cups with my phone. or something

practice to stretch my dormant writing muscles (and return blood flow to my fingers. the window is still open and its 9 out), and share a funny story with the chance it makes someone laugh.

the worst part is they dont even smell like mint.

[b1asho]

2 things.

1. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE your wings of fire headcannon designs, they are so amazing.

2. This is a bit of constructive criticism here, I feel that your IceWings wings are just a bit too small. I understand that you said that they swoop in on their prey, so the smaller wings make sense, but the wings kind of need to be a teensy bit bigger in order for them to cross the snowy landscape of their kingdom nonstop.

But hey, this is your choice, don't do it if you don't want to, I'm just putting my personal thoughts about this in you ask box.

Thanks! My wof designs are kind of a first pass, but I don't really have much interest in developing them a whole lot more the way I do with my aliens. The most I'd do is maybe give them clothes at some point, its been on my mind for a while.

However, here's a look into my thought process on them to maybe explain why they are the way they are:

I agree with you on the wings thing, but I largely imagine them as using flight for hunting rather than travel (plus i chose the wing size based on vibes, vibes that i will now explain). their territories are vast, much like skywings, but theyre cooperative hunters who can utilize their spread out network of individuals and teamwork to find and take down prey rather than having to soar around as much on their own (an energy-expenditure hack thats allowed them to last so long in the more barren cold regions). It should be noted that i think that their world has megafauna/other weirdly op animals alongside the dragons, pressured to evolve that way by their large and lethal predators (since normally big predators mean even bigger and more dangerous prey, like lions vs water buffalo). During a typical hunt, theres usually runner scouts/people on the ground who locate a herd and then signal to the few circling in the sky to initiate the hunt by dive-bombing to get them moving and separate the weak members. Sometimes, if the animal theyre after is small and not a lot of a threat, the flier will stay on/try to pin or even kill the target after swooping in so that the ground pack members can more easily swarm and get it. If not, then the runners will follow and land any bites on the target that they can but they're mostly there to keep the target exposed and moving towards more fliers or into an easier strike location so that the fliers can land another hit. Pretty much, if its not an instant kill from the sky, its then an endurance contest wherein the Icewings usually win using their running proweress and ice breath. this is why they've kept that wing shape and size, to stay in a middle ground of terrestrial vs flying instead of going all the way on either side like a skywing (pretty much only flies) or mudwing (can't really fly). Nightwings are kind of the opposite, where they use flight for travel/tracking down their now-dead prey after only a short skirmish on the ground (which is why they've got sorta soaring wings like vultures)

As a result, when icewings need to move across the long distances, they'd probably just mix bursts of high speed flying and then running, because they have crazy endurance on the ground. Larger wings would make running harder and they'd lose heat faster from the thin limbs and membrane, but maybe there's some subspecies out there with feathers on their larger wings alongside their fur-scales (like an arctic wolf and gray wolf type thing)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey so I just stumbled across your page and saw your requests are open and I was wondering if I could put something in. I was wondering if I could request a Vaggie x Reader with anxiety head cannon, about how/ what would Vaggie do to help out her S/O? If your not comfortable writing this I completely understand.

Thanks for being an INCREDIBLE author.

Side note, make sure you take care of yourself, eat and make sure you drink plenty of water!

Vaggie x anxious!reader

Bro I am literally so itchy rn I am going NUTS

Sorry if this is a little short, vaggies a little!! Hard for me to pin down right too me thinks

And ueueje thank you !! I'm still recovering a bit from a burn out but the appreciation is.. appreciated!

Honestly? I dont think vaggie would handle anxiety well, not for her and not for others. It's not that she finds it an inconvenience or a burden or anything like that. She just feels so stressed trying to find a way to soothe your mind. She does try, that's for sure! Very blunt and straight forward with asking what helps you cope and function, will ask when you're in a good state of mind so the two of you can have a productive conversation

She tends to ask if you're okay when you're very clearly not okay

But hey, confirmation is nice..!

Takes you to a secluded area if you need a quiet space away from everyone else. If it's in the hotel she takes you to your room, somewhere familiar. If it's in a public space she tries to find a empty and quiet place for you to ground yourself... speaking of, she's going to try to help ground you! She gets the order of senses mixed up sometimes, though... what do you mean you have to identity five smells!

She does get better over time, though! So at least theres that!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hai ariiiiii :3 guess whos SICK . me . im sick

ANYWAY thinking abt sugubooboo taking care of u while sick ,,,,,,,,

u kno when u get that feeling ur gonna b sick in the morning the night b4 it all hits ? i think sugu picks up on that after u blow ur nose one 2 many times n he asks if ur okay

ur not. obviously . so he heats up some nice peppermint tea, and something my mom does when im sick is take some honey, mix it w ginger powder + some other stuff thats good 4 ur throat and make me eat a spoonful of it [its gross as HELLLL i hate it but i feel a lil better afterwards] then tucks u in2 bed [later after uve fallen asleep he calls out of work for tomorrow, he REFUSES to leave u alone + sick]

the next morning ur properly Sick and suguru wakes u up w breakfast in bed, all warm foods infused with clove, mint, ginger, and sets a few packs of tissues next 2 the bed

after uve eaten he lays in bed w u 4 a bit, kissing your head and fiddling w ur hands. eventually u ask abt work, he said he called out 4 both u n him.

he trusts u 2 take a shower on ur own, but when u get out hes holding a towel and wraps u in it immediately then just hovers around u as u do ur morning routine, making sure youre okay n not abt 2 like . pass out or smthn

once ur dressed and fully cocooned in the bed once again, suguru pours out some cold medicine 4 u and hands u water once that NASTY liquid slides down ur throat. he gives u a lil candy as a palate cleanser tho, hes not mean

i think after that u just fall in and out of sleep 4 teh rest of the day until u get hungry again or need another dose of medicine. sometimes u wake up 2 suguru humming and playing w ur hair while he reads a book, sometimes he joins u and takes a nap w u. the only time u wake up alone is when its lunch or dinner n hes in the kitchen making smthn spicy 2 open ur sinuses

everytime u take a dose of medicine, he kisses you on the lips then pushes a glass of water in one hand n some candy in the other. hed probably mumble 'good job' or smthn like that in2 the top of ur head as he cuddles u while ur trying 2 get the taste out of ur mouth

he does NOT care if u sneeze n get snot all over him, puke on him if u have a stomach bug, cough in his face, or r generally disheveled. u could never disgust him.

if its sunny out, hell offer 2 take u outside just 4 a lil bit. if u dont think u can walk hes gonna pick u up. no complaining u NEED that sun, hell argue while sliding the patio door open

youll sit out 4 a bit, soaking up the sunshine then when u want 2 go back 2 bed hell carry u back and gently tuck u in2 bed

if ur 2 weak 2 even blow ur nose, hes holding the tissue 2 ur nose n waiting 4 u 2 blow. the chapstick might b all the way across the room n ur savior ends up being suguru and his long legs. the temp in the house is 2 hot? hes turning the a/c down and all the fans r coming 2 ur room bcuz he knows how slow the heating n cooling takes 2 change.

also everytime he walks in2 the room, hes asking how r u? do u need anything? does anything hurt too much? and he probably has smthn 4 u 2 do so ur not on ur phone all day [guess . guess who was on their phone all day . ME]

at the very end of the day, hes got u curled up in his lap on the bed, INCREDIBLY comfortable, and theres some movie on the tv in the bedroom. like juno or some other feel good indie movie. sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries. since its past dinner time, he gives u lil candied ginger pieces 2 help w ur throat n other snacks 2 go w the movie.

eventually u fall asleep in his arms in the middle of the movie, smothered in warmth on all sides.

OKAY . WOW . moving on, HOW WAS UR DAY ARI ??? tell me abt that book ur reading rn !! u seem very enthusiastic abt it, id luv 2 know y ^_^ ! [personally my day was . ouchie . and ive got a book abt decolonialism checked out from the library rn :3]

ASHLEY !!!!!!!!! i’m answering this kinda late i hope your cold is gone by now 😔😔😔

BUT . GODDDDDDDDDD ARE YOU OUT TO KILL ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭 BE HONEST . how did you know sugu sickfics are my greatest weakness………… (i actually have . a whole fic just like this that i wrote a year ago or so 😭😭 YOU MADE ME WANNA GO BACK N READ IT HHHH this is very bad for my weak suguloving heart….) I’M JUST. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAYY. you keep serving me meals on a silver platter n i’m just?!?!! eating gratefully …. thank you……

NO BC YOU’RE SOOOOO RIGHT YOU’RE SO OBJECTIVELY CORRECT :((((((( HE’S. THE SWEETEST. the best bf around !!!!!! he’s so good at caring for you when you’re sick…. sniffle……. AND OFCCCC HE’D PICK UP ON IT INSTANTLY TOO. his sixth sense is so crazy accurate when it comes to his baby </33333 and wahhh him making you tea and tucking you in and calling in sick for you 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants you to feel better……

WAKING YOU UP . W BREAKFAST IN BED. WHAT IF I CRYYYYY THIS CONCEPT IS SO DEAR TO MY HEART ASHLEY ….. and him just. hovering around you. i feel like he would stand outside the bathroom while you shower just in case you were to fall over or smth…….. he’s so caring :(((( and wrapping you up in a towel…… cocooning you into bed. sniffle. i need him to baby me sooooo bad it’s not a want it’s a need …… he rlly would stay by your side the Whole time………… cooks for you and tends to you and makes sure you’re okay . he’s so good. i feel like he kind of really loves it too….. he doesn’t love that you’re sick BUT . he loves being allowed to take care of you :’3 loves making you feel better.

ALSOOO him kissing you and praising you whenever you take your medicine T_T oughhhhhhhh one kiss on the forehead + ”good girl/boy” from him and i would be OUT like a light. collapsed. fainted. he would be so good at coaxing you into taking it ……… ANDDDDD the part abt you never disgusting him. SO true. you could never ever disgust him he just wants you to be okay…….. forcing you out into the sunlight………… asking if you need anything……………. making sure you aren’t bored…………………. ohhhhh he’s 2 perfect we need to put him down.

sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries.

AND THEN . YOU TOP IT OFF WITH THIS. ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ THIS MADE ME MELT….. i’m so…………. i have so many thoughts abt this. sugu would LOVE a clingy s/o but i keep specifically thinking of him w an s/o who’s shy w physical affection.,,,, and how he’d react when they get sick and suddenly get all cuddly . 🥺 he would love it so much. kisses you all over and holds you soooo tight and he’s just!!!!! so enamored!!!!!!!!! you’re like a lil koala. he loves you. sob.

WAHHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE ABSOLUTE MEAL MY BELOVED i’m not exaggerating btw this is gonna feed my sugu thoughts for weeks to come…… AND MY DAY WAS GOOD!!!! i’m sorry to hear your day was ouchie </3 i hope it’s all better now!!! pls make sure to rest and eat properly <33 it’s what sugu would want for you!!!!!

AND . THE BOOK. YES. it’s called giovanni’s room by james baldwin and it’s sooooo <33333 yeah. it’s so good. i LOVE baldwin’s prose so much??????? and the story is just . AUGH. i’m still not finished but i’m so obsessed. it’s basically abt a closeted guy in like … the 1800s-1900s? who goes on vacation in paris while his girlfriend is in spain. and he meets this rlly mysterious charming italan barman called giovanni……….. the book is abt their relationship + their own experiences w homosexuality + their tragic ending (it’s revealed at the very beginning of the book that giovanni will meet his end by the guillotine)…..

so it’s just . yeah. it’s such a gorgeous book :’3 and just so . idk. raw? visceral?? i love giovanni a lot. and more than anything i loves james baldwin <333 i’m planning to buy another of his books too!!!! it’s called tell me how long the train’s been gone :3 I RLLY RECOMMEND BOTH OF THEM!!! i hope the book you just got ends up being good too <33

[showfallmediamaintenance]

[Video transcript begin.] 

[The recording begins as many have, from the shirt pocket. Upper torso height. The video shows Edgar’s room in the apartment, there are objects strewn across the floor, and overall it is a mess. Edgar slowly moves to the door, unlocking it. He pauses, staring out at the main area of the apartment. He’s startled out of it by a loud knock, and a few odd noises at his front door. He picks up the pace and opens the door.] 

[The person on the other side is a man, who has broken horns and leaves in his long black hair, panting where he stands half crouched in the doorway, pupils like needles in his rust red eyes, with tear streaks on his face and thick pink axolotl like tail lashing behind him. The noises seem to be coming from him, like some sort of reptile mixed with mammal rattling.]

[The two stay silent for a few seconds.]

Edgar: Um. Hey. 

??: You're Edgar, right? I haven’t knocked on the wrong fucking door, the Rose person only said there was a wheelchair, not the number.

[ The voice identified, despite the heavy growl under the words, identifies the speaker to be Jasprix. ]

E: Yeah, no, that’s me. Don’t worry.

J: I have a few worries, can’t really not do that right now, but thanks. Glad I didn’t find some other fuck.

[Jasprix disappears from the camera view, presumably into a full crouch from the uncomfortable looking position he had been holding before, his voice comes from below.]

J: Fucking... hate night and the woods. Can’t see in the dark. It was terrible getting here. 

E: I– Yeah, I’ve tried going through the woods at night, too. It sucks. It’s a miracle you were able to get here at all.

[A rattling hiss comes in response to that, and the brief sight of the tail appearing at the bottom of the screen.]

J: Let me in. 

[Without another word, Edgar steps backwards out of the doorway. Allowing Jasprix in.]

E: Be careful, there’s a bit of broken glass on the floor.

J: I see that, my hands won’t get cut, don’t worry. Not that it matters, it’d heal back quickly regardless. 

E: Huh. Well… Do you need anything? 

J: Wanted to not be in my fucking room, or home at all, right now. You have a bathroom or something?

E: Yeah, I’ve got a bathroom. It’s that room right there.

[The view turns as Edgar points to one of the open doors. He turns back after a few seconds.]

J: Great. 

[Theres some scuttling past Edgar, and more crocodile like hissing, as Jasprix went to where Edgar pointed. The door creaks as Jasprix goes past it, then a few seconds later the bath head shower turns on.]

[It takes a few moments, before the water turns off and something makes a splash as it goes in.] 

[Edgar moves to stand next to the bathroom door, facing away from it.]

E: I’m, uh, I’m really sorry. 

J: He was your friend before he was anything to me, I could have probably done something though, so. Sorry I fucked up with everything.

[Jasprix’s voice sounds slightly muffled and strange, like he’s speaking through something with some effort, but the tone is clear in its distress and sadness, even through the mournful sounding whine in his throat.]

E: Bud, if you’re a fuck-up, I don’t even know what that makes me. You did what you could. Everyone has their limits. 

J: Hmm, I wanna kill that rat. You know I’m not naked right, you can fucking look at me. 

[He chuckles.]

E: I just needed something to lean on, standing is a little rough at the moment. 

[ The noises pause for a second, water quietly sloshing in its place, before they start again, quieter.]

J: ...Yeah, I get that. Promise not to splash you, if you decide to sit on the floor or something.

E: Hm, I don’t know why I didn’t just do that in the first place. Thanks.

[Edgar sits on the bathroom floor, crossing his legs. He is angled slightly towards the tub.]

[Jasprix is nearly fully submerged in the water, his head just barely hovering over to glare out from the water and speak, the gills open on his neck visible and flexing with his breathing and when he speaks. Possibly the cause of his change in speech. He’s curled up otherwise, tail held under his chin with arms around it and legs drawn to his chest.]

J: Guess you don’t believe in bad luck, if you broke whatever that glass thing was.

E: Luck doesn’t really have a meaning to me anymore, it used to, but after all of this? I don’t think there’s any force at play behind these things.

J: I don’t think I’ve ever believed in it either. Less now then before. Shit first time getting to meet you though, but at least you're not doing some stupid shit that I could have met you doing instead. 

E: If I’m going to be honest, I was considering having a drink or two. I’m glad I didn’t, though. 

J: If you want to, I could watch you. Just do it here, or something. I can’t drink, so watching you and stopping you from going too far is at least something. Don’t have fuck all else planned besides sulking here.

E: Eh, it seems like it’d be a bad time to have any alcohol. I don’t know why, but I feel like it would just be a bad choice.

J: Probably. Guess there's nothing to do but talk then. Might not help much, but unless you got something like tv or some shit to distract us with, it's all we seem to have here.

E: TV usually doesn’t work as a distraction for me. Hm. Do you need someone to talk to? Or would you like to be left alone?

[Jasprix stares at him for a few seconds, seeming to consider as his eyes glance over him, then he deflates slightly, ears drooping down into the water as his head dips in a moment before he lifts back up to speak.]

J: Maybe just leave me alone for a while here, I guess. Don’t... do anything stupid when you aren’t in here. I will fucking get out of this tub if I have to, don’t think I won't. 

E: Alright, got it. I’ll be in the living room. Don’t be afraid to ask for anything.

[Edgar stands up, and moves out of the bathroom.]

J: See you in the morning, Edgar. 

E: Yep, see you.

[He sits down on the couch and sighs, before reaching for the remote.] 

[Transcript end.]

[robotslenderman]

Today sucked.

Final report: Driving was way more stressful than anticipated. Tbh I think it was more the car than the UK roads; if I was driving my mother’s car I think I would have been stressed but fine, but that car is like an extension of my own limbs when I’m in it and I wear it like a second skin; I know its quirks, its exact dimensions, what it can do and what it’s capable of and how it moves. I can get it easily into and out of such tight spaces and make quick dashes and tight squeezes when other people balk.

Trying to compensate for the dramatic change of conditions I’m used to by relying on that muscle memory and instincts of how my mum’s car works was failing so that only stressed me out far more.

It was a smart car. This bugged the shit out of me because smart cars don’t respond quickly to sudden acceleration from a stop - the engines turn off when the cars idle, which adds a second of response time. So there were a couple of times where I had space or time to make a dash across traffic, but only if the car responded quickly - so I’d try to go across, the car wouldn’t go, then by the time it started it was too dangerous to go ahead so I’d balk. This happened THREE TIMES at my first right hand turn and I was dangerously inched into traffic from the aborted attempts but visibility was bad and it was too dangerous to really go, but if it kept happening then I’d have REALLY been in danger.

That’s just one example but there were quite a few; trying to make quick defensive merges was another. I’d turn on the windscreen wipers instead and the “WTF?” that ensued was distracting at a time I shouldn’t have been distracted.

Got better towards the end but I’ve never been so fucking stressed out in my life. I was so thrown that my driving instincts were scrambling trying to figure out what still worked and what didn’t. I ended up spending some time overtaking people on the dual carriageway and the repetition of the blinker-mirror-headcheck-merge manoeuvre back and forth grounded me a bit because THAT still worked. When I remembered what side the blinker was on, anyway.

And then I was sick by the time I made it back to the hotel. :/ I think my stomach is super delicate when travelling- when I went to the US I was sick then, too. But my first night I was sick after drinking the London tapwater and eating Maccas chips (hadn’t eaten anything else all arvo so it was one of those, but London tapwater is safe and Maccas is too big to take chances on food poisoning, surely?), and today I’m quite sure it was the pub I stopped at.

I don’t think theres anything wrong with the water/chips/pub food, but it seems like my immune system is just hyper reactive right now. I mean, fuck, my mask got me sick on the plane - my mask scrunched up my nose and I’m sure it irritated it, because I was sneezing and sniffling but an hour after I took the mask off it was gone. Symptoms also died down a bit when I wasn’t constantly adjusting it and did my best to leave it alone. On the way back I’ll wear a different kind of mask.

Feeling better physically but still not great. Have had to cancel some things I’ve really looked forward to. :/ Hoping to get refunds but if not I’m hoping my travel insurance will cover them. One involves driving here in the dark (and I’m not doing that unless I’m at 100%) and the other is very active. Tomorrow, instead, I will sleep in a bit and then explore the town I’m in.

(Some good news: the Wales water tastes much better than London’s. I’m so dehydrated because I was having trouble stomaching even the bottled water so I’m drinking a lot now lol.)

[voidwritesstuff]

Long Way To The Truth

Summary: once in Oregon,Lucas comes across an old friend.

Cw: hurt/confort, Lucas has a fear of needles,mentuons of human experimentation,lmk if I missed any.

♡Chapter 7: Oregon

Light enters through the small Windows of the white van. Warm and nice sunlight that heats up his sleeping bag, it makes him turn to the side and let out a sigh deeply laced with comfort.

When was the last time he felt so...safe?

For a moment he thinks he can get away with sleeping in, like he can just relax and let life go by. His eyes flutter Open to see the small alarm clock hes got,fallen over probably by one of his one too Many movements while asleep.

Lifting it up,he checks the time, It reads "6:30" am. But he knows theres like a two hour difference,Between his home state and this one.

He simply retracts his hand and tucks it underneath his pillow, to then close his eyes to sleep just a few more hours. After the days hes been having, its better if he just allows himself a moment of the closest thing hes got to a domestic comfort. Itll help him in the long run anyway...

Its not always he decides to sleep a few hours in, with the sun in his hair and a soft breeze just pushing the clouds on the big blue Sky above. Wether he admits it or not,he Needed rest,a break from his hectic routine.

Lucas was exhausted, he just needed a moment for himself. He needs to feel like himself again. And Hes been so caught up in ,Well- Not dying or getting thrown in jail or a ditch, that his body is making the desicion for him.

His body feels like a piece of metal being pulled by the worlds strongest, biggest,magnet. His bones are made of lead and his nerves are just jumbled,tied up wires.

Who cares if he sleeps in? So whats one more day of travel? Its all the same to him,he figures he can wait,he can catch up on sleep and clear his head.

But by the time he wakes up,at 10:30 or so, he feels a lot better. A lot better.

Eventually he does get out of the sleeping bag, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes with a loud yawn. He throws on his flannel and his boots- he reaches for one of his thermos since he could use a coffee right now.

Thankfully,the remaining water is enough for exactly one cup of coffee. He grabs a platic mug and simply whips up a quick breakfast.

--Please tell me I havent ran out of jerky--He mutters reaching out to one of his backpacks. He rummages though the contents,just the basic deodorant,change of underwear, toothbrush, a shirt-- Aha! Gotcha

He snatches a half empty bag of dry beef Jerky like finding it was a herculean task. And like a kid in a candy store he eats it, sat there on his sleeping bag like hes having breakfast in bed.

Lucas revels in the warmth of the van,provided by the sun that hits the metal roof above his head. Its just a nice,quiet morning.

When hes done, he makes his way to the drivers Seat and turns on the engine. It comes to life with a roar and he starts drumming on the steeringwheel as he pulls into the somewhat empty road infront of him.

Soon the radio accompanies his thoughts, god he loves music- The soft melodies and the quick paced,high energy rythm are enough to get him on a better mood.

As very tough as he liked to show himself to be,Lucas was a simple Man- When his neurotic brain decided to chill out that is.

Music was his escape,his comfort- Just like he had always had a thing for electronics, his first love was always going to be music. Maybe thats why he chose to be a radioman...

He reaches the town of Forlorn Hiraeth, being greeted with long pastures with farm animals, small houses of brick and some with Plaster. And as he drives into the town proper, he notices something...

The streets have a bit of fog, difusing the light from the sun, the roads are a bit cracked with greenery growing out of it- Dandelions and other weeds Sit there bathed in celestial warmth.

Around him the houses are a mix of modern 90s architecture with vestiges of old 60s homes, its a weird mix of appartments and family houses with porches,yards And even a small parking lot for a supermarket.

--Should re-stock on rations--He mutters to himself,pulling into the parking lot. It doesnt take him long to find a spot and leave the van.

With his eyes settling on the old supernarket,its quite wide and a little ornate with that midcentury modern style. The Windows are long,almost reaching the ceiling- It gives him a clear line of sight into the supermarket which hes thankful for. It eases his mind knowing he can see quite a lot of the inside.

Above him a long roof overhangs from the entrance, its really simple and honestly quite nostalgic- There used to be one supermaket like this in the town he grew up with. Then it was demolished And converted into an appartment building.

The Doors slide Open as he enters, he once again takes off his ballcap before even crossing the threshold.

He shouldve made a list-Too late now.

But its a bit disorienting sometimes, for some reason he keeps getting the aisles wrong- he confuses them with those that were in that old grocery store from his home.

--goddamn-- He whispers to himself, shaking off his thoughts and going to Grab a few canned goods that should last him about 2 weeks.

A few cans of peas,corns, beans(his favorite brand being Bush's Baked Beans), some chili and olives. And then he realizes he shouldve grabbed a cart and so he does that- He feels a little silly but he can allow himself this...dont gotta be perfect,right?

He goes to Grab a few bottles of water, some beef jerky and just as hes passing one of the aisles, he stops.

Before him he sees his younger self on an aisle that had alcohol on it, behind him is...Alphonso.

"Can I pleeeease have a beer?" A young Lucas asked the Man behind him.

"Dont be stupid,youre not 21 Years old"

"C'mon! Im going off to fight I think I derserve  a beer"

Alphonso sighed,nodding"Are you sure you dont want your first beer to be with your old Man?"

Lucas just shrugged"Whats tradition anyway?"

The older Man chuckled" Suit yourself,but if im getting your first beer,im taking you somewhere nice. Not store bought" he beamed at his friend who is jumping around like a spring chicken"its on me, of course"

--Young Man-- Says a woman behind him,elderly-- are you alright?

--Wha-?--He turns to see the old woman behind him,no taller than 5'4, olive skin filled with aging lines and wrinkles.

《I seem to recognize your face

Haunting, familiar yet

I can't seem to place it》comes from the radio equipment installed in the palce ,the song played by Pearl Jam but its not like Lucas has enough mental clarity to notice.

Her brown,hooded eyes look at him concerned,her long black hair tied in a half bun.--you seem..out of it?

Lucas clears his throat--Hah, yes. Sorry- lost in thought -- he sees her blink at him for a moment--Why?

--Nothing you just reminded me of someone --She answered,waving it off--apologies

《Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name

Lifetimes are catching up with me》

--ah dont worry- Truth is im not that busy--He replied-- thanks for the concern Ma'am

The womans eyes fall to his dogtags that are poking a bit from his flannel, but shes  quick to nodd back and excuse herself,walking away.

《All these changes taking place

I wish I'd seen the place

But no one's ever taken me》

Lucas sighs,pushing away his thoughts. He better not linger just in case, he was taking his time but he wasnt going to catch a bullet for it.

Soon he gets everything he needs and goes to the check out,as he waits for the cashier to pass everything through the scanner he hears a conversation between another cashier and an elderly woman.

--Its good to see you again Ms.zhao--Says a younger Man.--How is everything?

--Lonely sometimes,With Dexter's anniversary coming up and all-- he recognizes the voice, its the same woman who spoke to him-- Im planning to visit the cementery soon

--Well ive heard the green house is going on a sale soon,perhaps you could get some flowers there?

Ms.Zhao sounded...happy at the idea--Oh, that'd be splendid. Thank you,Rex

Lucas turns to see the old woman leave,trying to get a glimpse at her bicep for something- But shes wearing a red cardigan. "Shit" he thinks before paying for his things.

He leaves soon after,looking for the woman he just saw exit the store. But nothing finds him...

The last name made something in his head rattle, and as he packs his groceries into his van, his mind wanders...

Why did he know that last name? Why did the woman looked at him with recognition- or something close to it.

It makes him even more confused when he realizes that he instictively went to check the old womans bicep- He was looking for a tattoo, a specific one.

"No,it cant be Jane- Jane isnt from Oregon, Shes from Colorado. Did- why would she move?" He thinks,sat there at the wheel of his van.

And then his stomach rumbles and he sighs. Yeah,no use in thinking with an empty stomach.

《Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away》 the radio plays as he drives to a Dinner,the only dinner in the small town.

Once there he does his usual, he parks and while looking at the entrance from his van he just thinks.  The only Jane he knew was Jane Zhao, a nurse from the camp he was stationed at- a woman in her 30s, Chinese-American, kind and sassy.

She gave him shit for being scared of needles, he remembers only knowing her through Alphonso though... she had lost someone too-Her best friend, something Sullivan. Jane was more of an acquaintance to him,tough hes sure Alphonso told her all about his protegé young mister Cole.

Alphonso could never shut up about how proud he was of Lucas. He was a Soccer dad through and through

The bell above him rings as he steps, the Sixties exterior with its Open Windows and large rooves clash with the soft pinks,baby blues and light yellows of the inside, with those large bars that appear in greaser movies and that "Golden Age" posters and decor.

He sits at the edge of the bar, ordering a simple meal to eat and just listening to the music coming from the TV.

With the previous experience a few days back, Being in this restaurant made him a bit on edge. Especially with the TV channel being tuned into MTV.

《I swear, I recognize your breath

Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising

Me, you wouldn't recall for I'm not my former

It's hard when you're stuck upon the shelf》

But thats not whats eating at his mind, he taps on the pristine surface of the bar.

"Even if that was Jane, theres no way- She wouldnt recognize me, its been fourty years almost...I changed...I think" he thinks,going to reach for his dogtags. One is his,the other is Wheelers

--Here you go,sir-- Says a waitress with the nametag "Iris".

--huh?-Oh,Thanks-- he answers, turning to look down at the Plate of food.

God,the whole ambience feels so nostalgic, he grew up in places that looked like this- but some things are off,not the same layout, or equipment...

But the cutlery, the shiny steel,the big plates...even the glasses...

Is...is he getting homesick?

Homesick for the past?

Lucas sighs a little annoyed, Last thing he needs is to dig himself deeper down into old memories. He eats,quietly wondering about  that old woman, was it Jane? If she was would she remember him?

《My God it's been so long

Never dreamed you'd return

But now here you are and here I am》

When hes done, still in silent contemplation, he simply waves over the same waitress that handed him the food.

--Yes,what is it?

--Im uh- not really from around 'ere--He answers, refusing to meet her eye out of awkwardness. A part of him felt stupid for asking this--Say- I met Ms.Zhao- she wasnt an army nurse was she?

--She was,actually-- Iris answered,a little puzzled--Why?

He blinks a few times--I think she worked in my platoon,do you have any idea where I can find her?

The waitress thinks for a moment, looking off into space for a few seconds. Long,eternal seconds...

--i think she visits San Myra's park at night--Iris answered.

Lucas breathes out a sigh of relief-- Thanks, heres uh- a tip. For the help -- he pays what he owes and leaves a few 10 dolar bills.

And before she can say anything, he gets up and leaves. He really cant talk to people...

So with all that in his mind,he goes to ask around for the park hes looking for. Its pretty much in the center of the town so off he drives there.

Its a long wait, he tries to occupy himself with cleaning out his guns, his radio equipment and going to walk around the neighboorhood against his better judgement.

That 50s/60s architecture cant stop haunting him, but its not quite spot on. Some things are off,the colors,the shapes of the rooves and the crash of modern 90s architecture.

He finds himself digging into old memories, the Games he used to play with his dogs, the robotics competition he used to partake in...

Memories of the few pleaseant times while deployed, inner Jokes with his buddies that made him Snicker to himself, dumb little anecdotes and fun Shenanigans.

In hindsight he does pity Alphonso, he had to wrangle a bunch of teenager and a few rowdy "adults" every single Day of his life. He wonders if he ever got stress white hairs from everything- But at least to his credit, he took things in stride And with a big grin and a sassy comeback.

God,he does miss his old pal.

As happy hour begins to push,he goes to a small bar for at least one drink,something to entretain himself.

He sits there at the counter with a few other folk that talk to themselves. Lucas is happy to nurse his beer alone, taking in that 60 and 70s decor that fill the place with life and character.

Theres even an old jukebox and he indulges in a little throw back. He goes up to it and slides a coin in,choosing the song "Aint no mountain high enough" By Marving Gaye and Tammi Terrel.

Within the old machine he can see cogs whirre up,parts move and slide into place. The vinyl, an actual vynil,being grabbed by this claw like thing and being put on a platform with a needle.

It settles into place with a small click and he returns to his spot to simply enjoy the music that starts pouring in.

He turns to his left side to see the other Converse,but instead he sees the side profile of Alphonso.

"I do wonder why you choose me over yer old man" Wheeler asked,half joking and the other half serious.

"Dont-dont worry about it" Answers a young Lucas with his black curly hair all short" Short hair sucks"

The older Man chuckled,the sound so hearty and genuine "I told you- dont be a cry baby about it- itll grow back"

"But my long hair Man! It gave me all my charm!"

Alphonso laughed loudly" Hah! Kid c'mon, theres more t'ya"

"Oh old one give me some of yer wisdom!" The younger Man teased,making a grand display with a wide grin.

"Wise? Yes, Old? Go fuck yerself" Wheeler answered, taking a long sip of his beer" Ya have a good heart,kiddo" the bottle is set on the counter with a soft knock,his eyes are set on the interior of the bottle,spinning it with his fingers "perseviring,Smart, brave. Kind, sweet..."

Lucas remains silent as he usually does when his unofficial dad talks. His eyes glued on the older Man, leaning in a little to hear him better.

"You care for everyone you come across, and hell yer fathers have the emotional awareness of a pea- And you are so much better than them" the older Man sighs" youre the best of all of us,dont forget that- Even when i-" he makes a pause,conteplating something before correcting himself  " when some of Us kick the bucket"

"You talk like yer not coming back" the younger Man chuckled,feeling a little unconfortable at the idea of his best buddy not returning.

"Just old Man ramblings,kid-" he refuses to meet his gaze, his brows furrowed with deep concern that goes unnoticed by his companio.

"Hah,you just said youre not old"

"Maybe I am just starting to lose it" Wheeler says with a quick smirk, he rises his beer" for a better future?"

Lucas grins" and to good Friends"

Their bottles clink and-

--You done with that one,buddy?--Says the barkeeper infront of him.

--Sorry- i yes-- Lucas hands the empty bottle and adds--How much do I owe you?

He pays and finds himself already at night, he walks back to San Myra's park and waits sitting on a bench in silence.Thumb tracing the name on one of his dogtags "Alphonso Wheeler"

Not soon after he sees Ms.Zhao walk past him,up to a statue of a young soldier being held by Saint Nicholas of Myra.

Lucas is quick to follow the old woman and when she looks to her side he asks--Ms.Zhao?

--Oh hey its you--She answers--Yes, its me- What are you doing he-

--I was told you were an army medic,for Vietnam--He starts,the words just coming out like waterfalls,like hes desperate,lost child trying to find an adult to rely on--You tended To Captain Alphonso Wheeler from Alpha Company, a few times actually- Im-

--Lucas--Zhao finishes with a surprised,If not bittersweet look on her face--Lucas Cole

His eyes widen,his heart fills with hope--Jane?

--Ill be damned--She breathes out.

Finally,Someone he knows that isnt dead.

--Well,shit-- he breathes out.

--Dont just stand there,you Crud muffin! Give me a hug--Jane pulls him into a tight embrace. He has to bend over to hug her back,he smiles and burrows his face on the crook of her neck.

Tears pick at the corner of his eyes,he squeezes her a little with a wide grin.

Around them the air is silent,mist creeping from the corners, the streets a little barren. Beside them the saint holds the young soldier,reuniting Him God in peace, with Grace.

--You havent changed a thing --She added,pulling Back with a smile-- Still tall and lanky, that wild black hair and that deer in headlights look!

Lucas feels his face darken--Hey! I grew out of deer in headlights look a long time ago

She snorts--Hah! You did,now you look like a wet cat now

--Hey!!--He yells, flustered.--You and Al' always found a way to make fun of me! Not fair

--Life aint fair,kiddo-- Jane chuckled-- Jesus, you got taller?

--Or maybe you just shrunk--He teased back.

Jane has the Audacity to look impressed-- Finally biting back? About damn time

Lucas groans with annoyance,holding his face in his hands-- Jesus christ!

The old woman cackles,hearty,boisterous,loud and so genuine-- its like im seeing my grandson! Ha--she leans on the display plaque that details the story of saint Nicholas of Myra--Speaking of kids,any of your own? A hot wife? Orrrr husband?

His face grows Darker with blush, suddenly very aware of his personal connections-- No- Not really- for neither. Not yet anyway

Jane raised a brow-- huh..!--He looks at her a little insulted at her disbelief-- Thought you'd have people making line at your door,after all Wheeler told me how full of yourself you were when you were a kid

--I- well- I was 19! Of course I was full of myself-- He said,leaning on the small metal fence that met at the sides of the display plaque.

--well you were really,really full of yourself. Like- a lot

--Okay,okay,Point made,Jane--He looks at the statue,the young soldier- barely in teenhood with dirt on his face and an innocent grin.

He hears the shuffling of cloth,then then a groan of annoyance--Ah shit,got a light?

Lucas turns to see Jane with a cigarette in her mouth--Those things Will kill you

The old woman rolls her eyes-- tell me something I dont know- Do you have a light yes or no?

A soft sigh leaves him and he grabs a lighter from his back pocket. He keeps to himself that the lighter used to belong to Wheeler and flips it Open, soon she lights up her cig And looks at the saint statue.

--i...I heard about Wheeler-- she said quietly,as if hoping he didnt hear.

But his eyes fall to the young soldier and sighs-- course ya did

--I know you suspected that there was foul play involved--She said,exhaling smoke--You were the talk of the ward...

--Because there was,Jane--Lucas replied--Thats why I'm here, im...chasing after this one lead..Its one hell of a long story

She nodds--persevering...just Like Wheeler told me you were-- She takes a drag from her cig--I'd call you bullheaded . Couldnt you just...take a plane?

He shrugs-- Cant pay me to board a plane.. not with those goverment spooks chasing me

--What did you get into,Lucas?--Jane asked,her tone akin to one of a scolding mother.

--Its a long story...

The older woman rubs her eyes,being mindful of her red eyeshadow-- Ill regret telling you this...but I was offered a position not a few days into the ward back at 'Nam, to monitor enemy soldiers exposed to a biochemical weapon...

He snaps his head to look at her--Agen-- He stops,looking around for a brief moment before returning his gaze to her-- Alpha Romeo . Why didnt you-

--I didnt know the symptoms...I refused. It was inhumane! I didnt want to be part of it. But then I was told of the state you were in, and I just...knew -- the older woman's eyes fall to the young soldier statue-- I didnt tell you because I thought itll help you leave it alone...that you'd convince yourself with a lie and...and leave in peace. I mean you were almost like Wheeler's son, and I guess I saw myself as an Aunt, I wanted a peaceful life for you, Kid-

--Dont- Dont call me that-- His voice sounds stern,angry. But it soon breaks down,shaky-- please...

She turns and coos,going to hugh him with one arm as he tries to hold back tears--its not your fault-

--How would you know?

Lucas wipes off his tears angrily, he feels like a child again,lost in that muddly jungle, disoriented...

Jane shakes off her cardigan, dropping it on the floor,she shows her tattoo on her bicep. Its a faded red heart with a cross, the name "Dexter Sullivan" written on it.

--My best friend got shot--She starts, not meeting the Mans gaze-- many times...Then, he was brought to the ward, I was on call and I tried to save his life- Keep pressure on the wounds, I ran to the bloodbank to get transfusions ready. Hell,we shared bloodtypes so I just went and gave him my blood until the doctors could get everything ready

The radioman turns to the older woman, with his eyes misty and red and feeling...Moved.

--When that didnt work, I tried to Stitch the wounds myself- But in the end...he died--Her voice cracks and now its her who has to fight the tears--I spent so,so Many years blaming myself, the doctors kept telling me we were overrun with wounded, that I just afforded him a few seconds of life,allowing him to see that I was trying so damn hard. He died knowing I cared for him

--Oh my god,Jane-

--When he died I was broken. I hated myself,i felt stupid,useless, so guilty--she says, anger in ver voice-- I wouldve wished death took me instead, but as I aged I realized... he died with me around,he died knowing he was cared for,loved...it wasnt my own malpraxis that Killed him- He was already on deaths door when he got there--She continues-- I was a nurse- a damn good one, but he was bleeding out. I did all I could...

--Alphonso- He died in my arms--He added, sniffing--Shot clean through the head by-- he coughs out a sob-- By me- we got sprayed by well- you know what... theres not a day where I dont regret calling for air support, where I wish I was taken and not him

--You werent in sound mind...

--I know-- he replied--But I pulled the trigger, im the reason hes dead...

Jane takes a drag from her cig and offers one to him--Cmon, I saw you smoke a few times

He rolled his eyes, grabbing one and lightning it up soon after- The bitter taste of nicotine in his mouth that soon fills with smoke as he inhales.

《When you were young and your heart

Was an open book

You used to say live and let live

(You know you did)

(You know you did)

(You know you did)》One of the nearby houses blooms witt music. Neither mind,its good to have something to drift their attention away from the pain.

--Im here to chase down these fuckers,im going to expose them all--Lucas growls with a vibrant,youthfull anger in his voice.-- Im going to avenge Wheeler and anyone who died at the hands of the chemical

--Putting the world on your shoulders...Hah,I know the feel -- her voice softens as he takes another drag of the cigarrette.

《But if this ever changin' world

In which we live in

Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die

Live and let die》

--But Lucas...--Jane continues--Itll eat you alive. The grief- it never ends really,but you can do something about the guilt--She takes his free hand,squeezing it-- Even I havent fully forgiven myself for Dex, but anger and grief makes you bitter- And if youre going after them as hard as I know you Will, you need your mind clear

《What does it matter to ya

When you got a job to do you got to do it well

You got to give the other fella hell》

--I have a job to do,Jane. Itll get done, Even if I dont make it out

--Good lord,Lucas. Youre sounding just like Wheeler now--She says,exhasperated--But dont you want a happy ending? What Will you do when you get your victory?

Lucas sighs,feeling childish again. Jesus, he hasnt thought about it yet--I- I didnt mean to- Do I really sound so....

《You used to say live and let live

(You know you did)

(You know you did)

(You know you did)

But if this ever changin' world

In which we live in

Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die

Live and let die》

--Bitter?--She asks and He nodds-- Yes, you do. I have no doubt Wheeler knew of the chemicals, something seemed off with him

--Yeah...yeah he did sound off--He answers--He sounded so certain that he wouldnt come back, the day he took me out for my first beer-Right before deployment, He told me to never forget I was the best of our Group- Even when they kick the bucket. How wouldve he known?

--It was an army operation,and he was a damn good soldier

--Do you think...he got an offer?

--Most certainly--Jane agreed-- Knowing him he probably said no.

Lucas sighs with relief,messing witt his hair as his head hangs low at the mild scare he got from imagining his best friend working for Mayer, or its predecesor.

At least Wheeler was on the right side of history-- Probably yeah, i- God, this is so insidious

--Make Wheeler a favor,forgive yourself, Will you?--She says, patting his back-- He wouldnt hold it against you,ever. He loved you like a son, he wouldnt want you to suffer,and neither do I

He chuckles-- you know me a lot more than I know you

She smiles with that bittersweet look in her eyes--Yeah,he never shut up about you-You were the great Lucas Cole,promise of his platoon

Lucas snorts--He was big on hyping me up- All the damn time

Jane rolled her eyes--Oh he'd sing only praises about your aim,your kindnes...and all the dumb shit you did

He laughs loudly, taken by surprise. Its a warm,nostalgic laugh--Hah, im sure he did

Silence falls,the wind blows and the mist thickens. Between them they stand there,reunited.

Above them the Sky is starlit and clear, the music from that one house now a mere hum, the street is barren, and theres an air of privacy,of domesticity to this moment of sincerity.

The nurse figures its quite late now,she turns to the Man she sees as her surrogate Nephew and says--Need a place to stay?

--I can sleep in the van-

--Nonsense, itll fuck up your back--Its so weird to hear an old woman curse-- My son has left the nest a long time ago,my husband is well asleep- I can tell him tomorrow

He snorts-- youre too sweet-- he sighs and nodds,he could use a comfy bed--Fine, cmon ill drive you there

At Janes house,Lucas is guided to the barren bedroom of the place. The beds comfortable and warm, and with his heart and soul a little lighter, he can rest.

The house is quiet, the room is small and cozy-It has the outline of his old room back at his family home...it makes Him feel cozy,safe.

Next morning introductions are made,the ex soldier meets his host's husband, Jared Lawson. Both men get along quite well, specially when Jane tells her beloved who Lucas is.

Its nice to have people he sort of knows,he feels...welcomed,at home, and Jane is a great Cook so he gets not only a hearty breakfast but also some snacks for the road.

--You and Wheeler eat like damn starved hogs-- the nurse teased, seeing her guest inhale a Plate of Bacon and eggs.

Sheepishly,Lucas shrugs and keeps eating.

Just as hes ready to leave, his heart aunt stands there with her cream dress,her red cardigan and her crimson bandana holding her black hair in place. She unties it and her hair falls in beautiful Rolling waves.

--lean down ,Lieutenant

‐-Yes ma'am --He says,and leans to eye level. She Gently curls his hair into a bun and ties it with that red bandana.

--Red's a good luck color in China, now you carry a piece of me with you.

He chuckles,feeling his eyes get misty already--Ill come visit once everything is done, maybe ill even bring a hot wife and kids for you to meet

She laughs--You better, I want to be an aunt for Real

--Am I not enough Auntie Jane?--He teased like he was that shit head of a teen he used to be

--Hah! Asshole

They say goodbye with a good tight hug, and Lucas hops into his van and drives off. His spirits risen, his hopes high and his grin wide.

Its good to be reminded that youre not alone in things that feel like bigger than you. Just because his buddies are dead, it doesnt mean theyre gone

Jane is still there.

Wheeler lived on in his heart

Perhaps he can start the work in forgiving himself.

And as he watches the Rolling mountains of Oregon,the beautiful trees and Lakesthat frame the road he goes through, and under that blue skies

He decides to at least try to be Kinder to his mind and soul,and that young soldier that lives within him.

[written-in-my-pages]

Scrapped chapter!

I have a chapter that was supposed to be chapter 14, but I didn't like it and want to share it for everyone else to enjoy as just a little side-thing! Content warnings: panic attacks, cussing. if theres one i missed please lmk Characters mentioned: Dazai, Chuuya, Arahabaki, Mori

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Of all the places Chuuya has woken up in, he never expected one to be in water. He immediately panics and tries to swim to the surface, only to find out--he can breathe? No, this isn't right. Why can he breathe?

Theres no sight of Arahabaki near--even then, his gravity manipulation dosen't work underwater.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaims out loud, before he swims forward and thunks into a glass chamber. Oh, no.

No. no, no,

no, is he back in the lab?

No.

He can't be. It blew up, theres no way--

"Goodness gracious," A voice cuts into Chuuya's thoughts and a smiling Dazai Osamu walks into his feild of view. "Who knew you fish-folk were so. . .rude?" Dazai smiles softly, and Chuuya chokes on the water despite how he's able to breathe perfectly fine. fish-folk?!?

Chuuya looks around the large water tank, eyes widening as he notices a scarlet red fish-like tail with spikes flowing in the water behind him, yet he has legs. He's certainly not a mermaid, so maybe 'fish-folk' would be better terms. His tail holds various white markings, which look like spirals and eyes in certain areas, and as he looks at his arms and thighs, he has scattered scales across those, too. They aren't fully coated in scales, but in the areas that there are scales theres markings on those, too.

"rude?!" Chuuya snaps, looking at Dazai as what he said fully processes. "Oh, says you, i'm trapped in a tank!" Chuuya yells angrily, and Dazai simply frowns.

"You have to stay in there, i apologize deeply." Dazai mumbles, watching Chuuya. "However," He starts, and Chuuya visibly perks up, tail swaying slower amidst the water in the tank.

"I can talk to the man in charge and see if we could allow you out." Dazai pauses. "That is, if you dont end up suffocating from lack of oxygen."

Chuuya seethes, eager to just get out. He feels too trapped, and it reminds him of certain white walls and floors, reminds him of a certain blonde-haired french man, reminds him of a machine wiith tubes connected on it which host a god. Everything he can see in this place besides the tank he's in, reminds him of times he'd much rather forget. A time filled with a numbness Chuuya could never begin to describe in words.

"I dont care if i suffocate. Just let me out." free me, a eight year old voice begs in the back of Chuuya's head let me go home.

"Hmh." Dazai huffs before he walks off, leaving Chuuya with his thoughts, his memories. Everything Chuuya hates about his past surfaces. And he hates it.

Dazai never cared much for all life that was living--especially not humans. He himself wasn't human, so he looked down upon mankind. It was simple, yet oh so complicated. No matter what Universe he lives in, no matter what paralel version of him existed, no matter who he ends up sticking by, he looked down upon. His subordinates in any Universe, his higher-ups, anybody who even so as smiled at him will get a hostile glare in their direction.

Why he was like this, nobody except he and few other people knew.

But, currently, where he stands in front of a ravenette man with fierce blood-colored eyes whom holds the name of death like its a crown, he wishes he could pound his head into the concrete.

Mori Ougai isn't a good person. Dazai knows he never will be, no matter where he goes, what life he leads.

"You are telling me," Mori sighs, leaning backwards in his chair, eyeing Dazai calmly in a way that makes his skin crawl. "You wish to let a possible threat to our facility out?"

"Yes." He says, tone harsh and snappy. He dosen't want to be here, in a room with a man that has done horrible things--such as mutating a large sea beast which lay unmoving in a massive tank, down in the basement of the facility.

"Tch." Mori scoffs, yet Dazai can tell he's thinking about saying no. Truly, if he says no to this, Dazai will just let the sea creature out himself. He saw the look of pain on the creatures face, the way his body stilled at the word of freedom.

"Fine. But it has a limited amount of time out, and you are to use anesthetics if it tries to leave--or kill it." Mori says finally, and Dazai huffs, not at all amused at such words.

With a destination in mind, Dazai leaves the room with no need to listen to Mori's permission of his dismissal. He could care less, really.

He yawns, regretting not having slept for long last night. He couldn't escape the nightmares that plauged his mind. "Why so tired?" a booming voice rattles around Dazai, and he stops in his tracks to stare at the huge tank where a massive sea beast lay unmoving. perhaps Dazai was still in a dream--so he pinches his hand, only to be met with pain. He's very much awake.

"How are you not dead?" Dazai blurts, stepping closer to the tank and staring into the murky green water, dirty from years of not being cleaned. Mori still wanted to keep the tank and the creature held within. perhaps it held value to Mori, or it could sell for a fortune on some black web.

"I'm far from death, mortal." The voice echoes, letting out a laugh that rattles Dazai's entire body as he places a hand to the dusty glass of the tank. "I'm an ancient being. truly, i am considered young." It says, and Dazai can hear the deep intake of breath it takes before speaking once more.

"Mortal," it starts, and Dazai wipes the dust off his hand on his pants before stepping back and crossing his arms. "Bring me my. . .child. I wish to see him."

Dazai pauses, brows furrowed. "Child? I dont know where he'd be, i-"

"You do. You did just ask for his freedom, no?"

Oh.

His neck is suddenly freezing cold, and his skin turns to ice as chills run up his spine. "How do i-- how?" He mumbles, more to himself than the sea beast.

"He can breathe with no water, yet only for an hour. Bring me him. Put him in this tank with me." It demands, and Dazai forces himself to step further away from the tank. He feels like he cant breathe, god why cant he breathe? His limbs are heavy, and he's planted firmly in place as the world spins.

"Oh, goodness. You should go get him before my powers effect you more." A distant voice says, and Dazai can only let out a choked whimper as he nods and forces himself to move. He walks out of the room, into a different area of the basement where far more active tanks reside.

A emptiness seems to burrow itself inside Dazai's mind--something not rare, yet uncommon at most times--and he finds himself silently climbing the ladder to reach the top of the smaller tank which in resides a sea creature that Dazai had admired since he laid eyes on him.

"hey." The sea creature mumbles, his blue eyes the softest color of the sea and the sky. Dazai's breath catches in his throat and he scoops his arms into the water. "Climb in my arms, please?" He mumbles, watching the sea creature's eyes light in a fiery joy before he moves into Dazai's arms.

"Hmmh." The sea creature hums, content to reside in Dazai's arms for the time being it seems. . . . .

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And that's the end! hope you all enjoyed <3

P.s the ACTUAL chapter 14 is being worked on!! just stay patient and keep your eyes open, everyone!

Reminder to go check out WIMPBMP on A03!!

[jouta-eggboybeloved]

Levi

Levi and his stand. (This is his updated ref/design. Since he had a different design before)

More info under the cut

Levi is someone with missing memories. One day he just woke up underwater in a shipwreck and the ability to breath (around the age of 15). A giant dragon not too far from him.

What happened to for him to get to this point he is unsure. All he knows is he isn't human and theres a giant dragon.

He soons learns that the dragon is called Blue Horizon, and that with less water it gets smaller. He also learns from trying to interact with people that people can't see Blue Horizon.

He learns these fairly quickly as he is trying to figure out who or what he is and where he is.

(Before Levi woke up that day when he forgot everything, he had been on that ship, but when he gained his stand it accidentally destroyed the ship, and not wanting its user to die because of it, it turned Levi into what he is now)

Blue Horizon is nearly always summoned/out, as Blue Horizon helps him move around in the water. A few months of going around in the sea with Blue Horizon he came across another shipwreck, that had "Levi-----" on the side (The full name being Leviathan), which Levi decided to take on as his name.

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Levi with nothing really to do spends most of his time with sharks, hunting along side them, and partly using them as an example on how to survive out at sea. But due to this he hates things such as Orcas. Due to how they treat sharks, and will often go out of his way to fight Orcas, and other things. This includes boats as well, not caring for humans as much due to his limited interaction with them.

When he does go out of the water and may interact with people, normally people just assume he is a cosplayer. So normally leave him alone about his looks. Levi has no idea what a cosplayer is, but as long as these humans aren't attacking him thats fine by him. He doesn't care what they call him.

Being on land is quite hard for him though, as he is so used to the sea its quite hard for him to walk at first but he normally gets the hang of it quickly, but he can never get used to the length of his hair, normally stepping on it or getting it caught on something. With his large sleeves he can't really do much with his hands either.

Once Levi started to go out on land more he met stand users, over time coming to understand Blue Horizon as one of these "fighting ghosts". But normally when he meets these users it normally ends in fights. During fights Levi may ditch his coat, as the sleeves make it hard to do anything with his hands. But he normally comes back for his coat.

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A few years go by and Levi is around 19-22 years old, though he never really knew his age to begin with. Nor did he ever really care about it since it never really did much for him.

But in this time he ends up meeting Jouta when he was up on land, and he started a fight with him, seeing Jouta's stand. Thinking Jouta would want to fight him anyway since thats all what the stand users hes met wanted to do.

He ended up luring Jouta to the sea as they fought, so he could use Blue Horizon at their full size. But Jouta still had the upperhand due to his battle knowledge and despite now fighting in the water was able to use his stand to surf on the water, and also use it to grab onto Blue Horizon to either pull himself along or to know where the stand was. in the water.

Jouta ended up winning the fight, but didn't kill Levi, instead wanted Levi to get a meal with him. A simple friendly thing. Levi couldn't really understand, but the concept of free food made him go, and since he could never really buy food for himself it felt like the first time he ever had 'human food' to him. Jouta ended up explaining himself and why he was doing it. Talking about how he wasn't human, and like how he (Levi) isn't human either. Jouta was so confused on how Levi can be so unbothered walking around with the humans.

In which Levi just said he didn't care what people thought of him, that it's not his problem what they thought of him.

Jouta couldn't really begin to even have that mindset, because of his fears about himself. Even though he looks more human than Levi does. Jouta being jealous of Levi's mindset.

They became frenemies. They would normally fight when running into each other, Jouta winning the fights normally, then they would get food after. A sort of way for them both to let out energy or anger about their situations.

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Levi is around the age of 19-22, and is 5,7. He spends 80% of his life now in the water, and time spent on land is normally along the water, or following a water source he can smell.

He is someone who doesn't really care about what others thinks on him, but can also get mad super easily. But thats normally caused by others actions towards him or the things around him.

Levi tends to not care about much going on around him when it comes to humans, seeing a lot of things as meaningless. "Like why would you work a job just for money for food?? I have no money, and I just catch my food. I'm doing fine."

Levi mainly uses Jouta to let his anger out during their fights, and knows he normally gets a meal out of it for just talking to Jouta. A sort of way to try to understand each other. Levi just can't really understand why Jouta worries about so many things, and normally just tells Jouta that these things aren't worth his (Jouta's) time.

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Stand's music reference "SG Lewis - Blue"

Blue Horizon is a stand that can fit in someones hand, but when in water it will get bigger. When placed in the sea it is huge and its appearance changes too.

His stand is also sentient, and acts pathetic when its small, but wise and intimidating when large.

When it is both large and small it can shoot high pressured water from its mouth. When its small Levi normally lets it wrap around on his hand, so he can use it as a sort of gun/arm cannon.

Due to the stands size when in the ocean it can manipulate the waves/water current/flow. This can sink ships and such. And in worse cases can even cause small tsunamis if the stand is close enough to land when doing these things.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Thank you (again) to @fangirlwriting-stories for the tag!!! I love these :D

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

61!  

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

573,015

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Sanders Sides at the moment - I usually only really write for one fandom at a time, haha. Though technically hell's belles too? Because of the crossover?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

I hate that I wrote for the bnha fandom - my lovely tss fics have been entirely outshined (if you go and find these fics I will personally steal every left sock you own.).

These are all My Hero Fics, please go give my TSS fics some kudos and love before I cry.

5 -Cuddles at Midnight, with 529

4 - Objective : Initiate Hitoshi Shinso, with 566

3 - The Adopt A Hero Foundation, with 852

2 -New Beginnings, with 3187

1 - Not Cut Out For Heroics, with 7851.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! I always try to, at least on all my SaSi fics, I don't really respond to comments on the bnha fics anymore unless someone says something particularly interesting because I can't stand to look at them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write angsty endings, really :/ please correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think I've ever written anything with a particularly sad ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Also pretty hard to choose because theres so many dndjkxkdd dnjdjxsk possibly 'Across Land and Water'?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have only got hate comments like a couple of times and every time they were really fucking pathetic. So... Take that as you will, lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't, but I'd really like to, if I can ever work myself up to it haha. There's not enough monsterfucking in the tss fandom when there's more than enough opportunities.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't usually write crossovers, In my brain I don't see the point in rewriting the story of one thing but with the characters of another?

But! I love fandom fusions, which I guess is a subcategory of crossover? Which is just, when I add the characters of one fandom into the setting of the other, keeping the original's storyline and characters the same.

I've only actually written one of these - my hell's belles crossover/fusion! Which I love very much!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, haha, I have found some of my art on Pinterest though.

(where the fudgecakes is question 12??)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've written a few things with @viola-halogen , none of them have ever seen the light of day lol (as far as I remember?), but they were all incredibly fun. I also used to rewrite angsty fic endings (with permission from the authors) with two other people who were both very awesome. Those are still on wattpad somewhere.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly don't have one? Not an all time favourite. It always depends on what fandom I'm in? So currently it's Prinxiety, or Roceit, or Anaroceit. When I was in the bnha fandom it was tododeku. Etc.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Most of them?

I'm honestly so sad I don't think I'll ever finish Crown Princes and Butterfly Wings. I'll probably never 'finish' my New Year's AU, and there's been so many wips sat in my doc for almost a year that I don't think I'll finish :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

This is so hard to answer, I'm having a bit of a 'i hate everything I'm doing' moment rn, cndjdksks - I love writing dialogue, and I love character design/backstory creation and AU worldbuilding.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Executing the plot I came with. Sticking to my fucking plans (the fics are always worse when I improvise xndjkdks)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I feel like it can be done well? And it's always cool - at least if the author provides some kind of translation so I can actually still follow the fic.

I don't do it personally because I don't know any other languages and feel like I'd probably offend someone if I Google translated it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically? Either the Rainbow Magic book series or this one mermaid kids book series I don't quite remember the name of. When I was really little. My first fanfic that I knew was fanfic was Aphmau.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Ribbons and Rainstorms, by a mile. Go read it if you haven't, I love it so much!!!!

Tagging: @viola-halogen (If you want to, just because I already tagged you in this post lol), , @naminethewriter, @edupunkn00b, @prodigal-explorer <3

[thegeminisage]

lol this newspaper quest. princess zelda was kidnapped?! you don't say!!

"the carved out heart" of what i assume is dueling peaks...i almost gave up on finding the cave and then i spotted it near the top of the mountain! it says south cave tho so there's probably a north cave too :/

yeah no nvm theres just a bubbulfrog in here

found another across the way. you can actually hear raindrops hitting link's glider........asmr chills!!!

.......oh

theres a sick ass triangle drawing on the ceiling here. i'm sure i'm meant to ascend lol

oh, maybe not? i can't go up...

theres GOT to be more to this cave. i dont even see a bubbulfrog!!

did the other one have a drawing on the ceiling...?

FOUND THE FROG. there was an offshoot i missed

i'm just gonna look this up lol its killing me

DROP EVERYTHING SHOOTING STAR

GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! thankfully near a fast travel point

i saw another fall but it landed in the water :(

weirdly enough even though they seem to have fucked dragon farming in this game they added more? star drops? but i bet theyre less predictable tho. fuck you too nintendo lol

ok, apparently i need to find the top of the mountain...im just gonna use the skyview tower lol

oh my god zelda in her regular hylian clothes is literally in this cage lol. i know it''s obviously a yiga disguise but thats wild

side bar even tho master kohga is the most fun i've had ever i haaaate how cartoonishly inept the yiga clan is...like don't get me wrong it's extremely funny and i do laugh and yk we love to have fun! but it also takes weight off of the serious backstory of the sheikah and the tragedy surrounding them...in a game which already does them a massive disservice...

oh wow my game glitched.........

the yigas i was fighting all died except one, and he vanished but didnt come back, and it wont let me leave the area?? so i'm just stuck unless i reload a save :/

ok, reloaded and got it lol. guess thats what i get for not updating <3

LMAOOOOOO penn like why would the yiga care about YOU? he still thinks i just have the same name as the famous swordsman

ok, im gonna go back to hateno. i want my fucking...travel medallion and shit >:(

got everything except the last travel medallion!! gonna do some sidequests and korok seeds my belothed

holy shit this cave goes all the way to the lanayru mountain range??

look, frankly, if i wanted to be in the lanayru mountain range i wouldn't have come to hateno, but whatever ig

YOOOO my attack up legs...worth it!!

back to good old hateno. jesus

ok i got all my korok seeds here!! tomorrow kakariko lol