#ugly cute guppies

[lmadsadness]

oughhhh weird fuckedup guppies

[pipsqueaks89934]

Yandere Merman x Marine biologist

Warnings: mention of having kids, kidnapping, broken bones, chubby reader

(it's not mentioned but his name is Wade)

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I was splashing around in the water as I observed the fish in an odd way I took the glass dry and I had to collect water samples and trap the guppy inside, but once I closed the lid, I felt something big tackle me making me black out. When I woke up I was in a cave with the only way out being to swim underwater.

How did I get here?

“What were you doing in my territory?” I heard someone ask from a part of the cave I hadn't seen before.

“I’m so sorry, I didn't know, I promise I won't do it again!” I said quickly while bowing my head.

“Good thing I'm nice,” he said while swimming closer to me. “You'll be my mate for the rest of your life.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked while moving further away from him.

“It's getting close to mating season and I need a mate and all the mermaids are either stuck up or ugly,” he explained as he grabbed my leg and pulled me to him. “But you’re cute and nice, not to mention chubby the perfect size to carry my offspring to ensure they're well nourished.”

“Children?” I asked while looking at him with fear.

“Yes,” he responded while tugging at my swimsuit. “But I can't give you my children with this fabric in the way.”

“Get away from me!” I said as I tried to kick him off me.

He ended up twisting my ankle until you could hear a crack, making me scream in pain.

“You’re making this harder than it needs to be!” He said as he ripped off my swimsuit.

“S..stop…” I cried while looking at my broken ankle.

“You are acting like a kid!” he said to me before leaving the little cave.

What has my life come to? How am I supposed to escape?

[reareaotaku]

Pretty Fish

Summary: Why does Haru love fish so much? And why did he think saying you look like a fish was a compliment? [Mean] Haruka 'Haru' Nanase x Reader I kind of lost myself on this one tbh. Sorry :(

It kind of just left his mouth without him even thinking about it. He didn't mean anything bad about it; he meant it as a compliment, but it seemed you didn't see it that way.

"You look like a Goldfish."

You look at him, absolutely silent, not knowing what to say. Haru doesn't say anything else; Genuinely he just said it offhandly.

"What?"

He looks up at you, tilting in his head, "You look like a Goldfish?"

"Why would you say that?"

He hums, his face distorting in confusion, "Because you look like a Goldfish?"

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You step closer, crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

Haru quickly picked up on that you were upset and his eyes darted around the room. "Um... Yes?"

"Goldfish aren't pretty-"

"I think they are pretty."

You frown and Haru sinks into his seat, not knowing where this conversation was going. You realized maybe you were overreacting, but why a fish? Why not a koala or a panda fox? That would be understandable, but a fish? Though you should have expected that from Haruka.

"But a fish?"

"I like fish."

You roll your eyes, "How would you like if I compared you to a fish?"

"Nice."

You frown, but you start to laugh. It was so stupid because you knew Haru meant no harm by it, but it was just so weird. You had never been compared to a fish, but it was so Haru. Haru looked at you a little concerned, but you waved him off.

"I'm sorry. Goldfish are ugly though."

"Not all."

"You'd know that, wouldn't you? You know what, you look like a guppy."

"Do I?"

"Yeah... Yeah you do. In a cute way."

"Of course. Always."

You smile, feeling a little foolish for your earlier comment. You should have been honored that the fish-lover man would compare you to something he loves so much, but if he ever said you looked like a goldfish again, you'd probably gut the jerk.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yan Azul meeting Crewle daughter when they where children, as the family are out at a beach trip , daughter is out collecting shells till she hears something and see what it is and see child Azul crying at the rocky area as he calling himself ugly ( poorbabyIwannahughimbecause ofthebullyingasIcanrelate )

" your not ugly, I think you're cute " daughter said behind a rock she was climbing, spooking him as being seen

He thinks she's lying till she told him her insecurity telling him " If it makes you feel better I been called dirty blood because I'm half fae with beastmen background, but granny said not to listen to them because they are bad puppies and don't know the value of inner beauty and strength and because they are too insecure about themselves.... My name (name)! " Smiling all happily to him as she is too much of a cinnonon roll for her own good as a child

Aww thats so sweet

Every beach vacation you look for your octopus friend to shyly peek out from his hiding rock 

You’re his crush since forever

And trust and believe he’s going to try and pursue you now that he’s had his glow-up

+100 points if the tweels get in on it

Like closer to your junior years they’ll start wanting to see what's got their octo-boss so worked out

When you find them lingering nearby until you call them over

“Well aren’t you two cuties!”

Then they’re all collectively racing to invite you to the Monstro Lounge 

“A pleasure to see you, again (Y/n)! Care to join me for a drink at the lounge?”

“Ne~ne Princess Beakfish, aren’t you bored hanging around these guppies? Let’s go do something fun!”

“It's been a while since we’ve last spoken.”

“Of course since my last beach vacation. You look well, Zully.”

“T-thanks.”

[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

[killerchickadee]

1. My guppies had babies! Teeny tiny! But I was going to clean the tank today so now I'm like... uh

2. I'm window shopping for cat stuff (emotionally I'm SO READY but financially I'm not there yet) and... why are cat trees all so goddamn ugly? The few "cute" ones I can find are stupid expensive and also "cute" isn't my aesthetic. I want something that looks nice that a kitty can climb and sit on. Also I'm worried about dropping a lot of money on something my future potential cat won't even use. I have a great ledge on my window that will be a great cat spot once I get a shelf for my plants. But my apartment is tiny so I feel like I need to have something for a cat to climb on. But UGLY.

3. My pants just gave up the ghost. Another pair of jeans defeated by the chub rub.

4. I'm trying to clean cause it's my Only Day Off and I'm slowly making progress but keep getting distracted by ripped jeans and cat supplies and baby fish (and horrible cramps)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Letter 4: 🦈 Dancing with Danger 🦈

A letter arrives in the mail. It’s crumpled, with various black splotches littering the page--as though someone was too impatient to wait for the ink to dry before starting to scrawl the next sentence. Oddly enough, the paper is also dusted with what appears to be... crumbs and flavored powder from chips. Was the writer eating while they were penning this?

A hastily wrapped parcel comes with the letter. Upon unwrapping it, you’re greeted with the most ugly looking keychain accessory you’ve ever seen. It sort of resembles a shrimp in its shape, its form patched together with various patterns that don’t go together at all: paisleys, plaids, polka dots, cheetah spots, zebra stripes, holographic print... The shrimp lacks a uniform gaze, with one googly eye being noticeably larger than the other, and its stitched smile is lopsided.

***Spoilers for chapters 3, 4, and 5!***

Hiii, Koebi-chan!

Now’s about the time of year when we say our thanks! ... is what Azul told me. I dunno why I gotta write it down, though! It’d be much quicker to tell you in person! That way, I can also make sure that you stick around to hear all of it. Lots of guppies try to run away when I just wanna talk to them! I don’t mind. Sometimes chasing them’s just as fun as holding them down is~

How are Kani-chan, Saba-chan, and Rakko-chan doing? Are they up for making more deals with Octavinelle? It was waaay less work at the Mostro Lounge with them helping out. Watching the anemone bounce on their heads while we bossed them around was cute~ Azarashi-chan made for a nice, fluffy dish cloth, too! You guys should fill in for me at the Mostro Lounge. Or!! I could skip my shift and just play with all of you instead~ Let’s go swimming together, or play tag in the water! I promise I’ll be really gentle this time!

Azul tells me that I throw too many fits, and that I’m hard to calm down when I get upset. But you know what I think? He’s just as bad--but I stick with him cuz it keeps things interesting~ You never know what he’s cooking up next! That’s why... I’m happy that you brought him back to us. It looks like I’ll get to enjoy bullying Azul again, thanks to Koebi-chan’s squad!

He doesn’t like to show it, but Azul’s actually squishy! Like, reallllly squishy! Jade and I always used to poke him and prank him just to see how he’d react actually, we still do that. Azul doesn’t cry as much anymore, so maybe that crybaby octopus I knew grew up a bit. That time was the first in a while that he broke down... so I made sure to give him a good squeeze to remind him not to scare us like that again~

Come to think of it, Koebi-chan scared us during winter break. You crashed right into the Mostro Lounge! Boy, was Azul angry and not with me or Jade for once... but in a way, I’m glad you did show up. That was the start of our Scarabia adventure!

We were like secret agents breaking in and making off with secret treasure even if I had to do the boring job this time and be distraction for Umihebi-kun! I kinda wish Azul let me borrow a deep voice for longer... It was funny seeing your face when you heard me for the first time! I wanted to see how the professors and the other guppies would react, too!

Rakko-chan cried a lot when we rescued Umihebi-kun. I wonder why? Even though Umihebi-kun backstabbed him and lied and tried to take everything from him, Rakko-chan was still so happy to get him back. Maybe he’s just too nice. Maybe cuz the desert isn’t a fish eat fish world like the sea is.

... But maybe ... just maybe... if I look back on it... I can see a little of Azul in him. And then... I can understand Rakko-chan’s feelings. Just a little bit.

Enough about that sad stuff, though!!

I’m so glad I ditched selling those stupid drinks at the cultural festival! (Can you believe Azul got mad at me for that?) I got to see Beta-chan-senpai and all the others dance on that big stage! Watching everyone up there made me wanna jump up and dance, too! Maybe I’ll join next time. Azul can be my manager, and Jade can be the water boy! Your job is to cheer for me from the audience~ Be sure to clap and shout extra loud when I snag the win for NRC, okay?

Ahah. I’m never bored when I’m around you guys. Koebi’s never bored either, right? Cuz wherever danger is, Koani-chan’ never too far behind!

Let’s hang out real soon! ... Oh, and here’s a closing Azul nagged me to include one!:

Sending lots of squeezes,

🦈 Floyd Leech 🦈

[sweetcinnamonrolls]

A Familiar Place Part 5

Iris: "HISSES" "attacks the gang" TAKE THIS!

Torrent: "dodges" "punches him in the face"

Iris growled and scratched Torrent's arm

Zips zapped him with his electric powers.

Iris retaliates with a tail fin slap to his face

Zips falls back into an experiment tube, making it crash to the ground.

Iris: THAT'S MY LIFE'S WORTH YOU CRETIN!! "Lunges for Zips but gets pulled back by tank"

Tank: "tosses him away" BACK OFF YOU CREEP!

Zips: "groans" "sees a two headed guppy in his face" AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Experiment: "screams back" "swims away into the vents"

Zips: "freaks out" Oh my COD! OmycodOmycodOmycod!

Tide: Shhhhhh, it's ok. "Comforts him"

Iris: Enough! You four will not interfere with my plans!

Torrent: Four? There are five of us.

Iris: Then...where's? "BANG!!" "Falls to the floor dead"

Echo: Here I am. "Holding a bloody steel pipe"

Zips: Is he..?

Echo: Yes, he's dead. I broke his skull and brain.

Bellus: "sniffs"

Echo: "swims to the incubator and pulls out bellus" Shhhhhh, its ok you're safe now.

Bellus: "sniffs" "whimpers"

Echo: What's the matter?

Zips: Hey guys I found this old dusty box full of tapes!

Torrent: Tapes?

Zips: Yeah, box says property of Doctor. E.

Bellus: Eckel! "Swims to the box" Eckel! Eckel!

Zips: You saying the E stands for a guy named eckel?

Bellus: "nods"

Zips: Well here's a little camera so let's play the tapes.

He puts in one of the taps and what appears is a baby blue haired nurse shark in a doctor's coat.

Video: This is Doctor eckel. This documentary will be detected to the process of Experiment 2586. This is day one. "Points the camera at a tiny bean shaped thing" of the preemie stage. "Chuckles" He's my little bean.

Zips: Hey that guy kinda looks like you Doc.

Echo: A little bit...yeah...

Eckel: Day 35 Look how big he's grown "shows a slightly bigger preemie that looks almost like a guppy" he's so cute.

Iris: That thing is f**king ugly. You must be blind.

Eckel: Ugh. Ha ha iris you are SO funny. "shakes his head"

Echo: this guy seems a LOT better than Iris.

Zips: Yes, a much better doctor.

Eckel: day 75 My little experiment has yet to open his eyes. "Points to a fully grown guppy with its eyes closed"

Zips: Awwwww!

Eckel: Day 112 Experiment 2586 has finally opened his eyes and is allowed outside his incubator! "Points to a fully grown bellus"

Bellus: Eckel! "Giggles"

Eckel: I even taught him my name. Only took an hour. He's smarter than we thought. I'm sure their going to love him as soon as we start testing.

Echo: Testing?

Tide: testing? For what?

Torrent: No idea, play the next one.

Zips: it stops with this one. "Puts the tape in"

Eckel: "pants" Hey this is doctor eckel and... I'm afraid this is my last documentary. For I am in a real pickle right now.

???: ECKEL! OPEN THE DOOR!! OPEN! THE DOOR!

Eckel: The little guy didn't succeed in the tests. He failed them miserably. They sentenced him to death.

Tide: "gasps" Oh no!

Eckel: I-I can't let them do this. I have to set him free. "The video ends"

Echo:.....

Tide: He...he set bellus free.

Zips: Well then he should still be here right? Where is he.

??: "hoarse" He's...gone.

"They turn around and see a half alive iris looking at them"

Iris: I had that weak doctor sentenced to death after disobeying. He's gone. "Laughs weakly then officially dies"

Tide: Creep.

Tank: hey guys, I think I found a closet "swims to a door and opens it, he Swims inside and pulls out a white coat that has a nametag labeled eckel" a coat?

Bellus: "swims to tank and takes the coat" "looks at the nametag and starts crying" "hugging the coat"

They all felt bad for Bellus. They group hugged him as he cried.

30 minutes later.

They made it back home.

Echo: Are you going to be ok, bellus?

Bellus: "nods"

Echo: I'm sorry about your friend. He looked like he was a good man.

Bellus: Mhm. He was da best.

Echo: Now I understand why you called me eckel. You missed your friend.

Bellus: Mhm. "Nods"

Echo: Well I'm sure he'd be happy knowing you found a home and a family who loves you.

Bellus: "smiles"

They hug as they swam into the EDM castle.

But someone was watching over them. Smiling as he watches them leave while hugging. They swim away knowing their little friend was safe.

???: I'll see you soon...my beautiful creation.

Sharktrolls belong to @sparklijam

[antiquatcd]

you won’t believe who i just saw walking down main street! JESSICA PARKER KENNEDY! what do you mean that’s just LEAH “LEE” MCCOY ? who is SHE? a 32-year-old MECHANIC…interesting. and the CISFEMALE is + INVENTIVE & + PERSISTENT, but i should watch out for when they are - ABRASIVE & - EASILY-RILED? will do.

y’all already know it’s guppy, but finn is being put aside for the time being because i have lost my muse for him. it sucks, and i already miss him, but i know that if i take a break i’ll be back to writing him soon. but, for now, i have lee here. she’s super spunky, sweet, and i hope you’ll like her as much as finn. keep reading to learn more about her!

BIOGRAPHY ( IF YOU’RE NOT INTO SPARKNOTES )

regina george, “big red,” taylor vaughan, alison dilaurentis, chris hargensen, and so many other head bitches in charge give teens in their fictional universes nightmares. they inflict pain wherever they go, from the mental gymnastics they pull or physical pranks that go way too far. their little black books are full of secrets that could ruin you with a single text message. you might even fear them becoming real, and for a few cape hazeliens she manifested as leah mccoy.

the queen bee in stilettos was always leah mccoy. her presence in a room caused a halting silence, her voice could command a crowd, and the snap of her fingers could summon simple items. she was fierce and ruthless, even a bit careless when it came to her use of power. even if she wasn’t the richest kid in the cape hazel area, leah went through middle school and high school putting wannabes in places of power, and crushing those who tried to take her place.

prom princess junior year, president of three service clubs, assistant to the principal. it seemed there was nothing in school leah couldn’t do. outside of school, her work with the local parks committee to clean up the cape hazel wilderness granted her over a thousand hours of community service (okay, so maybe she had someone else do the work for her while she texted her boyfriends, but that was just a small detail).

she had a yearbook superlative almost every year: most likely to take over the world. most likely to find out they’re the princess of a small monarchy. most likely to reach the stars.

all lies, the yearbook committee was pressured into writing these titles by her and her groupies.

real friends? who needs them? certainly not someone like leah, who had enough ambition to replace any other want or need for human connection. even when her parents tried to reach out, she ignored them thinking they were just another obstacle in her way. of course she loved them, but she didn’t have to like them. they took care of her, and she was sure that she would be able to pay them back for room and board later in her life.

( DEATH TW )

that “later” never came, or at least she was too late to fulfill what she thought was filial duty.

in her senior year, right in the prime of her rule, her father suffered a stroke. spending nights in the hospital after his brain hemorrhaged left her too tired to maintain her queendom at school. her mother was tired, too, tired of her daughter acting like their little family didn’t exist.

suddenly leah became a proponent in the household, taking up a part-time just to keep them afloat while hospital bills came rolling in. on days when she would return to school, her “friends” would ask where she’d been and the lies would come tumbling forth from her lips. anything to hold onto that last bit of control she had.

there looked like there was no hope for her father. together, her and her mother watched him slip away as the doctors unhooked all the machinery. leah hadn’t ever cried before, or she didn’t remember crying. but, for the first time, she felt tears rush down her cheeks.

maybe she needed to cry before she could feel anything else but that rage and ambition burning through her soul. after that wave of tears washed through her, she felt something else. something more.

( END OF TW )

graduation had come around, and she’d stopped wearing the heels that were once a staple in her wardrobe. she’d stopped going to the salon every few weeks to touch up her perfect locks. mainly, she’d stopped squeezing the last bit of power she had, letting it trickle through her fingers. she walked across the stage with the rest of her peers, but the name “leah mccoy” no longer struck fear into the other students’ hearts. now she was just another name on the roster, another kid going somewhere, anywhere after high school.

who was leah mccoy? she didn’t know anymore, but her mother did. her mother still saw a girl with ambition and a future, even if leah couldn’t see it herself.

leah doesn’t even remember why she chose trade school. senior year was so hard, maybe trade schools were the only ones that accepted her. whatever the case, she moved down to bangor, maine to attend the eastern maine community college with her major in automotive technology. her dad had always asked her to help him in the garage, but she never listened. now, she felt like she owed it to him to try.

in a few years, she’d moved back to cape hazel ready to embark on a new chapter in her life. forget leah, “lee” had a better ring to it. forget high school, she was past all of that. all she wanted was a quiet life working with cars.

QUICK FACTS ( FOR ALL MY SPARKNOTES FANS )

she used to be the head bitch in charge, and if anyone brings that up she gets real embarrassed.

looks young for her age, so a lot of people underestimate her to be honest. (sidenote: i found out jessica kennedy parker is 34 and lost my mind)

her favorite food is vanilla cake with lots of frosting (okay, so maybe that isn’t a true food, but she thinks it’s delicious)

a whiz with cars. she can usually figure out what the issue is if you just describe it. she didn’t think she’d ever be this into mechanics, but look at her now.

lives with her mama (she rents the basement, it’s like her own little apartment).

loves jean jackets and chokers! she can’t believe that in high school all she wore were those ugly juicy couture outfits and kitten heels with pleated skirts.

call her leah and be prepared to get elbowed in the throat. she hates her full name, now she just goes by lee.

big time gay. if you’ve ever seen haunting of hill house she is kinda like theo crain tbh, like goes to the underground to schmooze cute tourists. she’s got commitment issues, though.

doesn’t like apologizing, it’s hard to get the words sorry out.

hates the following: most savory foods, the color orange, reading, when people use their “parent voice,” and her mother’s greenbean casserole.

loves cape hazel a lot and never plans on moving. she’s only been out of the state twice, and that was to go to massachusetts to visit a cousin or someone in the family (she doesn’t remember, and she never saw them again).

[anabantoid]

Beyond the Betta

I want to preface this: I loved bettas, at one point when I was about 15 I had well over a dozen bettas. Nothing could stop me, especially when Minibow 5’s were constantly on sale. I still like bettas, I think they have a ton of personality and they’re really fun, engaging fish that are incredibly accessible and are pretty cheap to set up. The unfortunate thing is that bettas are sick, they’re overpriced genetic disasters which can be a grab bag of problems. Bettas ten years ago aren’t the same bettas we have now, we have so many different varieties in such a short span of time, all due to inbreeding offspring to parent or offspring to offspring in order to preserve, expand upon, or replicate a desirable trait that sprung up from the genetic mish mash that bettas are. I still assert that non-dragon scale plakats, normal veils and crown tails are some of the healthier bettas you can get.

Now, I am NOT saying that you’re a bad person for having a betta of whatever variety, healthy or not. I am not telling you to get rid of your betta or to never ever get a betta again. You can have your bettas, you can get future bettas. This isn’t an article that’s telling you to get rid of your bettas. I know that everyone leaps to that conclusion any time I or others make posts critical of modern bettas and their ���designer’ varieties.

But the thing is, you don’t always need to go back to bettas. You can expand your horizons and choose healthier fish in tanks that people normally just leave for bettas. All of these fish have their own charms and quirks, and while some might not have the same pizazz that you expect from bettas, they’re still worthy of appreciation.

The tanks I’m using go from 10 gallons through to 20 longs, which are the most common sized tanks I see people here in the fishblr community keep their bettas in. These are just the minimums, you can always keep your fish or inverts in larger tanks! The tank sizes are simply launching pads, or for you to repurpose an existing tank you already have but have no inhabitants for yet. Keep in mind that 5 gallon tanks are teeny, they’re only 16x8x10, which is too small for me to comfortably suggest to house stock in. Price wise, you’re getting more bang for your buck if you purchase a 10 or a 20 long, especially if you take advantage of the dollar per gallon sales that Petco, Petsmart and Pet Supplies Plus have throughout the year. They’re almost never ending, right after one store has the event going, another pops up. So you have the opportunity throughout many months of the year to get a decently sized tank for relatively little money, and these smaller tanks are light enough that basic furniture in your bedroom can support them, so you don’t need to worry about finding pricey stands.

NOTE: I’ll be mostly linking to Seriously Fish, and a few others, but don’t just rely on those links for all your care needs. Explore!

NOTE VOL 2: I have updated this list and removed the category for 5 gallon tanks, as I no longer feel comfortable making suggestions for tanks this size. 

Let’s move on to the lists!

TEN GALLONS:

Hara jerdoni: anchor cat, Asian stone cat. These little cats can be shy and are most active at night. The fun thing about these guys is that they are so unique, but are not impossible to find, and you can make your own teeny biotope-ish tank. Dwarf shrimp: everyone knows these guys, neocardina or cardina, they’re fun, yet sometimes pricey, little inverts. Thai micro crabs: another little invert, these guys are really unique and charming but they can be shy and like to hide during the day.

Pea puffer: probably the closest in terms of rambunctiousness and personality to bettas, these little puffers are curious, clever and quickly become little delights in your home. If you can handle live feeding of white worms or black worms, I highly suggest these little puffers.

Scarlet badis: Well known but frequently overlooked, scarlet badis are beautiful little gems that would make wonderful little specimens in any tank.

Heterandria formosa: the least killifish, these shy little guys aren’t actually killis but are related to guppies and endlers! They’re very hardy and very easy to breed and make excellent beginner livebearers if you don’t wanna go the more common endler or guppy route if you’re interested in starting up a little breeding project. Note: be mindful of your stocking with livebearers, your tank can be overcrowded quickly.

Neoheterandria elegans: the tiger teddy, another micro livebearer, these are a less forgiving than the least killi, but no less rewarding to keep. If you maintain clean and perfect water conditions then you’ll have no problems keeping these cuties. Note: be mindful of your stocking with livebearers, your tank can be overcrowded quickly.

Endlers: now we’re getting a teensy bit bigger, endlers are gaining popularity in recent years and it’s easy to see why, they’re as hardy and easy to breed as guppies but half the size! And they come in an array of stunning and unique colors and patterns. Note: be mindful of your stocking with livebearers, your tank can be overcrowded quickly.

Pygmy sunfish: sweet, undemanding little natives, these fish are a great way to introduce yourself to fish native in the US.

Sculpins: another little native, they’re sometimes referred to as “ugly” but I find their permanent scowls to be endearing. They’re easy to house and don’t require much else from sand and rocks in terms of decor, so you don’t need to worry about plants.

Taiwanese micro goby: A unique little guy, they’re simple to keep if you neutral pH and soft to mid water, they can be kept similarly to other hillstream gobies such as Rhinogobius nagoye, and they’re non-aggressive so you can house a trio in your tank, more if you get a bigger tank. A great fish if you're looking to create a hillstream tank.

TWENTY GALLONS (long):

Chili rasbora and other boraras: my absolute favorite nano fish, they are absolutely tiny, truly miniaturized fish! They display a great amount of curiosity that you wouldn’t expect from such a small fish, and are honestly one of the best fish I’ve ever kept. They’re great if you’re looking to start up a small biotope tank and want an excuse to add botanicals and do something really fancy.

Pygmy cory, salt and pepper cory, and tail spot cory: the three smallest corydoras in the genus, and the only ones suitable for tanks under 30 gallons! They’re charming and absolutely adorable and probably my three favorite corydoras out there.

Ember tetra: hardy, cute and beautifully colored, these tiny tetras would be perfect in any 20 long, perhaps paired with one of the above species of cory to create a ‘micro community’.

Gold tetra: lesser known but not a small presence, gold tetras actually get their colorations from a symbiotic relationship with a parasite that results in their gold coloring, but with the absence of this parasite they’ll be a stunning silver. They’d be perfect for a small scaled, blackwater tank filled with driftwood and botanicals.

Ruby tetra: very tiny and very pretty, the ruby tetra is a great little fish that would work well in a planted, driftwood filled setup.

Akysis vespa: a very cute, very tiny little cat that prefers cool, soft waters and would be great for a mini hillstream setup! No plants to worry about, just glorious rocks and sand.

Dwarf pencilfish: another cute South American that would pair well with one of the above mentioned corydoras in a mini biotope.

Rainbow darter: personable little natives that will love to hop over to you when they see you approach the tank, these darters are hardy and tolerate the harder waters that the midwest and great plains areas are notorious for having.

Sparkling gourami: a tiny relative of the betta, the sparkling gourami is a shy little jewel of a fish that will thrive in a well planted tank.

Licorice gourami: another small anabantoid, like the sparkling it’ll appreciate a well planted tank and you’ll appreciate its gorgeous colors.

Forktail rainbowfish: while many pseudomugil would be appropriate for this size tank, my favorite is the fork tail. They’re busy little guys and the males put on very amusing little display dances when sparring.

Multiple wild bettas: there are NUMEROUS species of wild betta that can be kept in a 20 gallon tank, if you’re interested I’d suggest sending elemental-kiss an ask.

Many killifish: these would suitably need their own post to cover the vast array of killis there are on the market, and the difference between annual and non-annual, but there are multiple killis that would do just fine in a 20 and spawn well.

Shell dweller cichlids, aka shellies: charming little fellas that exhibit some incredibly amusing behaviors and are easy to breed! Great beginner cichlids.

CPO crayfish: these little dwarves have just as much personality as their full-sized cousins!

There are countless more fish that I may have forgotten or simply left out, but all of these fish would do well in the smaller tanks that we typically keep bettas in. It’s good to move out of your comfort zone and learn how to set up new tanks for different fish with different needs, as setting up the tank and exploring the natural habitats of each fish in your own home is one of the major high points of the hobby. So go ahead, start something new and exciting!

[happyqueenandgrumpydork]

Popper:"Isn't he cute Cora?" *When guppy looked at Cora he turned away from her which upset at her.* "Cute? I call it ugly." *Suddenly Guppy splashed water at her.*

Wonders Of The Deep(Mermaid Au)

*One morning, Popper’s alarm clock went off and he tiredly raised his hand turn it off. Of course when he tried to get up he couldn’t move and slowly opened his eyes.* “I feel like something’s on me.” *Of course he was right, Bloom was sleeping right on top of him.*