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#(.under the sea: ooc)

ignisregina · 9 months

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Make Clown Go Away

1 Install uBlock Origin.

2 Right click on the clown. Click Block Element...

3 Click Create.

Clown gone.

#(.under the sea: ooc)#(.psa)

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therestingplaceof · 9 days

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You found 'Toolbox' while diving in the cove!

Open 'Toolbox'?

[ No ]

[ Yes ] ◀◀

Obtained! Mallet Obtained! Chisel Obtained! Pliers Obtained! Blueprints

Read 'Blueprints'?

[ No ]

[ Yes ] ◀◀

" (Image depicts a redesign for a cave, with tile flooring, floating lights, and shelves full of artwork that looks like mosaics)

To remove water from certain areas of the cave, we will need block off the area with a wall of some sort and then pump the water out. This only needs to be done if we want to have human guests, which I doubt.

The lamps can be made from angler fish, which I'm aware might be hard to get. Unless we can find another cave with different iridescent material?

Anyway, we'll need more plaster to place the tiles down, since the rock floor is too hard to manually make space for them. And then, we can add a touch of flora around the cave to make it more homey, I guess?

Seraphim and The Lady should handle this project, since I couldn't actually check the structural integrity of the cave. It's obviously good enough to stay open without anyone disturbing it, but putting in shelves might disrupt that. "

#under the sea logs #world building #character building #rpg style #the architect speaks #ooc: im very aware that's a fishing box lol #fallout 76 does not have a lot of assets i can use and this one looked so cool T_T #this post is sorta null lore-wise but i just wanted to make an official description of the cave the main body lives in

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myjustice · 6 months

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If Furina happened to see Disney films. Which musical would be her favorite? And/or favorite song?

this is such a funny question because she was based off of the original tale of the little mermaid & she would in fact be very weak for the little mermaid disney movie. part of your world would touch her in ways that are too personal & in parts of her heart that are currently dormant within her as she navigates through herself & figures herself out.

under the sea is also a bop to her lkjhgf.

#vaultingfist #ooc. ( ready...action! )#hc. ( don't look at me... )#she will dance to under the sea #thank you for asking! <33

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unchartedwatcrs · 1 year

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welcome to UNCHARTEDWATCRS an advanced lit, 18+ mutuals-only roleplay blog for PRINCE ERIC of Disney's THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023). Ran by Tay (they/them) ... also found on @alatibule

Please read through my rules before interacting! Extremely OC & crossover friendly. This blog is multi-ship and open to all fandoms.

google doc | bio | memes

🌊＊₊˚.🐚✩｡

#[ UNDER THE SEA ; ooc post ]#pinned post #tlm rp #the little mermaid rp #disney rp #prince eric rp #crossover rp

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duunswitch · 1 year

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tag drop

ooc;; out of magic

main;; stars will never fall

hcs;;

worldbuilding;; this is our moment in history

divine concepts au;; under arid skyˌ with silk veils we weave a rainbow

wonderland au;; your heart's been ticking down

xiv au;; dark eyed dreamersˌ a dangerous pair

unsundered au;; my heart's an artifice

leanne/naz;; dream with meˌ by the sea

vanile; well i never saw you coming but i'm putting your heart back together

leanne/undertaker;; mixin' fireworks and gasoline

leanne/vash;; moon walk me home (reusignus)

pokemon au;; have a snickers

leanne/vash;; as your hands tremble against the autumn winds (flosalatus)

#ooc;; out of magic #main;; stars will never fall #hcs;;#worldbuilding;; this is our moment in history #divine concepts au;; under arid skyˌ with silk veils we weave a rainbow #wonderland au;; your heart's been ticking down #xiv au;; dark eyed dreamersˌ a dangerous pair #unsundered au;; my heart's an artifice #leanne/naz;; dream with meˌ by the sea #vanile; well i never saw you coming but i'm putting your heart back together #leanne/undertaker;; mixin' fireworks and gasoline #drabble #leanne/vash;; moon walk me home (reusignus)#leanne/vash;; as your hands tremble against the autumn winds (flosalatus)#pokemon au;; have a snickers #pirate au;; stormy seas

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therestingplaceof · 13 days

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Deep Below The Sea....

Where creatures beyond human comprehension lay..

Lives a fractured being, longing to be repaired.

. . ..

Start Game?

[ Yes ] ◀◀

[ Yes ]

// OOC:

Welcome to my main blog! (I also run @karmaisahumanbeing + @idontknowstudios-writes) This place is entirely taken up by lore around my character "Rev" (he/it), a collective of identities all trying to prove their worth to themselves.

Asks are open! Whether it be to RP or to simply ask questions about Rev, you can do whatever. We're desperate. OCs are welcome, Character RP Blogs are welcome, normal blogs are welcome, ANYONE!!

If you've come to find out more about a specific identity that's contacted you (eg. The Architect, The Jester), I'm sending you to the Character Directory! There, you can find "found artifacts", or mementos/diary entries belonging to specific characters. Underneath is more precise information and character sheets given by the "Seraphim", or the self appointed mod. (via "Seraphim's Voice logs")

If you want to experience the full story of "Rev" through the eyes of an obsessed MC, I recommend you START HERE !! This post is the first of a line of "main story" posts that are intended to be enjoyed in between /or while reading "Artifact" posts.

With that aside, "Waterlogged Scroll" (found through starter post) has a short list of rules there, but for the sake of everyone seeing them:

-no reality checks pretty please :3

-my ask box will not tolerate anything explicit (extreme gore, or anything overtly sexual)

-blog rating should be maintained to be PG-13

-dms are open, but see 1st and 2nd rule for guidelines

-this blog is run by a system. some characters are modded by only one person, some are not.

Navigation:

#daily logs = mild lore stuff, in a daily blogging style

#seraphim's headmate logs = voice log style, character sheets

#(character name) speaks = specific character lore/dialogue

I'm going to try very hard not to have many other ooc posts other than this one, so if you have any questions you want the me, the mod Yin, to answer then please dm me!

if you have questions you want answered in character, send an ask and please specify which character! Otherwise, I'll probably choose at random lol. (eg. "what's your favourite colour, Jester?" "Do you eat strawberries? (For The Jester)")

Thank you for reading all of that,

signing off,

- Yin.

#under the sea logs #blog intro #well its part of it at least #visual novel style #or rather #rpg style #?#ask blog #ask me anything #ooc post #oc rp #rp blog #send asks #asks open #new rp

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slautertm · 1 month

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nothing will be funnier to me than the spotify dj playing what if tomorrow comes and count down ending not with what if tomorrow- but instead playing the overture of the little mermaid

#get ready hatcherfield you’re going under the sea #also good morning sending you all the best day #{ OOC }

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a11sunday · 1 month

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STATISTICAL CHARACTER PERSONALITY TEST ♡ take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5 - 10 results from the complete matches list that you feel resonate with your character the most.

clarisse mcclellan - fahrenheit 451

fox mulder - the x-files

patrick jane - the mentalist

iroh - atla

jean grey - xmen

dr. ellie sattler - jurassic park

marianne sheridan - normal people

violet baudelaire - asoue

beverly katz - hannibal

ender wiggin - ender's game

as req. by : @eleutheriya < 33

penelope garcia - criminal minds

sam obisanya - ted lasso

barry allen - the flash

angela montenegro - bones

will turner - potc

dory - finding nemo

charles boyle - b99

tina belcher - bob's burgers

connell waldron - normal people

lilo pelekai - lilo and stitch

#and mine is under the cut ahaha #*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ* ⸻ take me out to sea with you ! a desire to live ( nico robin ).#*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ* ⸻ member of the sogeking fanclub ( ooc ).#dash games.#( queue. )

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praeteritus-memories · 7 months

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(Okay, full stop as a major history nerd, but this update's archon quest reminds me SO much of the French revolution in a lot of ways.)

(The way Furina is blamed for doing nothing despite trying the best she can in her situation, the clear implications that Focalors was decapitated by the hydro guillotine, holding a trial for her inactions and disaster striking the nation? OHOHOH IT GIVES ME SUCH INTERESTING PARALELLS.

Marie Antionette and Furina parallels were something I've really been picking up on this story quest and I'm LOVING it!)

#｡･:*:･ﾟ♬ how i became the sea ; ooc #I don't tag spoilers so my thoughts are under read more!!!

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yueebby · 2 months

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2 + 1 — gojo satoru

synopsis. two times megumi thinks gojo is a lost cause and one time he approves of the white haired idiot

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, ooc, misogyny (from the clan heads), he is so pathetic for his wife (nauseating!), slight yandere behavior, violence, in megumi’s pov, not proofread eep

notes. can you tell i've been obsessed with the apothecary diaries? >< also how long has it been since i've posted a fic? anyways... enjoy!

fushiguro megumi has always wondered how that blue eyed idiot managed to marry you. he must have resorted to underhanded tactics; or at least that's what the sea urchin suspects. though he's never voiced it, the question has bothered him since the day he first encountered the both of you.

nobara clicks her tongue. “this is borderline creepy.” her orange eyes are filled with nothing short of distaste.

“there’s more too,” megumi’s voice responded, carefully flipping the page. the delicate artifact in his hand is something that he should have not touched. perhaps he should have wrapped it with a talisman and destroyed it while he had the chance.

it was too late for that anyway, because not even a second later, gojo satoru bursts through the shoji doors of the classroom.

with eyes blown wide as if they were caught committing a crime (they were), the first years who had pulled three seats up to a singular desk stare at him. satoru's eyes widen behind his blindfold as he catches sight of the object of their focus.

there lies in the middle of the wooden desk was the physics textbook that all first year jujutsu tech students were required to read. however, this wasn’t just any plain old textbook. it was gojo satoru’s former textbook. brimmed with doodles of their beloved [name] sensei and gojo himself when they were back in highschool.

any free space that was not filled with words were taken up by drawings of you inside of hearts and sometimes a depiction of a chibi version of the two of you.

a true testament to gojo satoru’s pining and devotion to you.

“sensei, we can explain–” yuji attempts to explain himself but gojo holds up a hand to silence the boy.

unlike you, megumi finds it a lot more challenging to read the white haired sorcerer’s expression with the blindfold on. he wonders if his punishment will be a painful beating disguised as a sparring session (megumi will run to you, who will scare gojo into backing down). you have that effect on him.

it seems like the heavens have answered megumi’s prayers because gojo satoru doesn’t seem to harbor any anger at his shocking revelation.

“i can’t believe you guys found this old thing.” satoru dismisses his students’ personal space by leaning closely to observe the pages. the black haired boy makes a noise of disapproval, but was quickly cut off by his benefactor. “megumi, be grateful that i’m in a good mood today.” he doesn’t elaborate the ominous message, rather choosing to hum happily as he studies his own drawings.

megumi is smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

“i never took you to be the pathetic type,” kugisaki continues to flip through the pages of the textbook. yuji nods furiously, as if to agree to her observation.

“you seriously never noticed?” megumi mutters under his breath.

gojo places a strong hand on megumi’s back, a languid smile on his face, “it was only natural, considering the lengths i had to go through to win her over.” he ignores the way megumi gasps for air.

“seriously?” itadori asks in disbelief.

“seriously.” gojo confirms wholeheartedly.

megumi shudders, recollecting memories of times before gojo tied you down for good.

2009

“sorry i’m late!” gojo bursts through the dingy apartment door with a convenience store bag in his arm. he was breathing heavily, an indication that he had run to the apartment. an uninterested seven year old megumi doesn’t bother leaving his place on the couch to greet his benefactor.

“they’re in the kitchen,” he says in his monotone voice, eyes never leaving the book that you had just gifted him.

“they?” gojo walks up to megumi to ruffle his hair aggressively. he receives a hiss in return.

“tsumiki and [name]?” the black haired kid says it like it was obvious. his sentence is accompanied with an eyeroll.

at the mention of your name, gojo immediately perks up. megumi imagines that if he were a cat, his ears would be swiveling and his nose twitching, attuned to pick up any trace of your presence. he had just learned that from the nonfiction book in his lap.

“[name]?! here? now?” gojo’s eyebrows are raised all the way to his forehead. the white haired sorcerer immediately started fixing his uniform and hair. megumi thinks it was comical. he was a lost cause.

the snarky look on his face is quickly wiped off when he sees gojo leaning down, mouth wide open.

“oi brat, check my breath,” gojo opens his mouth wide for megumi to check. the black haired kid shrivels up into the couch the further gojo leans down. megumi considers summoning his newly discovered jujutsu technique, hoping to avoid his fate.

“—toru? what are you doing?” your voice, like a divine intervention, stops gojo from sending megumi to the depths of despair. a sigh of relief escapes his lips.

now it was his turn to watch gojo squirm. the older male’s face contorts to an awkward smile and all of a sudden gojo is reduced to nothing but a mess.

“don’t worry about it darling!” gojo slowly turns around to face you. “agh—?!”

megumi has to peek around satoru’s big frame to see what elicited such a response from the man.

he’s met with a wave of underwhelming familiarity. there you stand, clad in a frilly apron with a wooden spoon in hand, the essence of domesticity incarnate. the soft glow of the warm kitchen lights dances around you, casting a warm aura that seems to envelop the room.

“welcome home, satoru.” you give him your signature closed eye smile. “i mean, you probably don’t consider it your home but—“

you’re cut off by satoru banging his head on the nearest wall repeatedly. he’s muttering something under his breath that you don’t hear.

to his dismay, megumi's keen ears catch every syllable. satoru's voice, though hushed, carries a hint of longing, "what an angel," he whispers, his words laced with adoration. "just marry me already."

unamused, he watches while you try to desperately pry gojo from his strange outburst.

a lost cause indeed.

2009

in that very year, megumi learns that gojo’s efforts to win your affection had yielded no progress. it had become increasingly apparent that his frequent visits to megumi and tsumiki's humble home were motivated to immerse himself in the semblance of domesticity that your presence offered. megumi almost pitied the man, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew you deserve someone more sensible.

[name]

[nameeeee]

i’m dying.

and it’s your fault t^t

[name] ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

excuse me?

i’ll have you know that i worked the hardest that i have ever worked to finish all of my paperwork so i could see you tonight… only to find out from megumi that you’re on a date?!!?

i feel like my chest is caving in.

i’m going to throw up.

[name] ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

oh this is what you’re interrupting my date for?

i’m going to be sick.

please tell me, is he hotter than me? wealthier? funnier?

megumi quickly looks away from gojo’s phone screen when the white haired male slams it shut and mutters under his breath a couple of curses. he’s pretty sure half of them were death threats. honestly, couldn't you have attracted someone with more dignity?

“change of plans,” gojo claps his hands together. “movie night’s off.”

“what?” megumi protests, confusion etched in his features.

“our beloved [name] is getting swept off of her feet. you wouldn’t want that to happen, right?” gojo continues, his tone light but his gaze sharp as it bores into megumi's soul. something unpleasant coils in the pit of his stomach.

megumi feels a chill run down his spine, his mind racing with the implications of gojo's words. if you choose to date this new guy, he realizes, you won't need him or gojo anymore. and that thought terrifies him. it pains megumi to feed into gojo's delusions.

but he can’t let this unnamed suitor steal you away.

a wolfish grin makes its way to gojo’s mouth when he realizes that he’s won.

“what's the plan?”

2016

it was only years later that megumi had seen the true monster that lurks inside of gojo satoru.

on a hot summer evening, amidst a gathering of esteemed clan heads, he and satoru found themselves in a traditional chamber. while the finer details of the meeting escape his memory, the image of the room that altered his perception of gojo satoru is etched in his mind indefinitely. the wooden walls, adorned with subtle yet elegant designs, speak volumes about the room’s significance as a venue for the most influential members of jujutsu society.

throughout the meeting, he finds himself driving in and out of focus, content to let his mentor represent the gojo clan. however, his attention is abruptly seized by a particular remark that cuts through the haze of his thoughts.

“how’s that whore of yours, gojo?” a clan head jeered, clearly drunk on the sake that was constantly refilled by the servant on the side. his flushed complexion is scarcely discernible thanks to the dim glow emanating from the few lanterns scattered around the room.

there was only one person he could have been referring to: you. underneath the wooden table, his fingers tightened painfully into fists. pretentious bastards, megumi thinks.

another geezer rubbed his beard thoughtfully, “she has a nice body. perfect to be a concubine, but i would marry a more submissive woman.”

megumi's gaze stealthily darts towards gojo, seated beside him.

he’s startled to find the white-haired man wears a wide grin that belies a hidden truth. unseen by the elders before them, lurking beneath gojo's outward expression, is a manic gleam in his eyes—a revelation that sends a shiver down megumi's spine.

“i’d hold my tongue if i were you.” gojo satoru’s voice was dripping with venom. he sounded downright murderous.

"i'm right, am i not? we can share her if you'd like- name the price." the drunkard continues loudly.

megumi senses an instinctive wave of primal dread washing over him, compelling him with an urgent, almost instinctual need to flee or die.

before he can move a muscle, the flames that surround the room flicker before extinguishing in succession by an unknown force. the metallic stench of blood fills the air and all he can hear is the sound of flesh mutilating and bones crushing accompanied by the painful shouts of the men that once sat in front of him. he doesn’t have to see it with his own eyes to be able to sense gojo’s strong curse residue that suffocates the room.

“stand up megumi. we’re leaving.” his voice carries a feral edge, leaving no room for objection.

on their way out of the compound, the two don’t utter a word at what had just transpired.

megumi's gaze remains fixed on the ground beneath his feet, the images of the recent events swirling in his mind, leaving him unsettled and shaken. with each step, he grapples with the unsettling realization that beneath gojo satoru's charismatic facade lies a darker, more sinister nature.

the strongest sorcerer of today, riled up by the mere mention of your name.

megumi supposes he doesn’t feel much remorse for those clan heads anyway. he was never the type to mourn over people he didn’t know dying. especially not people who he knew would live on to do evil. it doesn’t help that they were blatantly disrespecting you. perhaps he could sympathize with the monster inside of gojo.

oblivious to the turmoil that stirs inside of megumi, gojo starts to smile.

“i know what you’re going to say,” gojo hums happily. “gojo sensei, you’re so cool! i approve of you marrying my beloved [name]! kyaa~’” he makes a pathetic attempt to imitate megumi.

the black haired boy grunts. he was going to say something along the lines of his approval for his benefactor, but all desires of flattering the white haired sorcerer disappeared.

gojo watches the black haired boy intently before tutting.

“not that it matters.” megumi is startled to hear how his voice dropped an octave. “i was always going to marry [name] and i’ll be damned to let anyone stop me.”

2018 – present day

after satiating his students with tales from his pining days, your husband comes home often clingier than normal (is that even possible?). the moment satoru enters your home, his arms envelop you, caging you in his hold.

you can't help but giggle as his hair brushes against the side of your neck, his embrace pulling you in close, as if he's inhaling your presence. his muscles flex when you attempt to slip away, keeping you in his tight embrace.

“sato– what is going on?!”

“is it a crime to show my wife some love?” he kisses your neck. when his flurry of kisses stop, he resorts to absorbing all of your features with those cerulean eyes of his.

you don’t bother pushing him away again, choosing to thread your fingers through his soft hair. even after all these years, you will never not feel the effect of satoru’s eyes on you.

“i was telling my first years about you today,” he says softly.

you smile, “is that so?”

he pushes his nose into your neck again, nodding.

“you’re so good to them,” you whisper. despite the initial shock behind satoru choosing to pursue education, you’re extremely proud of how far he’s come.

“mhm,” satoru inhales. “i’d be good to our little ones too.” one of his hands sneak to your stomach.

you delicately guide his face away from your form, your fingers tenderly urging him to meet your gaze. "is there something you want to tell me?" you inquire softly, your eyes reflecting the warmth of your affection.

satoru's smirk deepens, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "perhaps," he murmurs, his touch light as he guides you towards the bedroom. without hesitation, you yield to his lead, eager at his sudden intimate gesture.

from outside your home, three first year students stand, waiting for their sensei’s cue to enter.

“do you think he’s forgotten about us?” yuji furrows his eyebrows, hands full of grocery bags that were going to be prepared for dinner.

extra notes. had the idea of gojo and megumi crashing your date in my drafts for so long. maybe ill elaborate on it if the ppl want to see :,)

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojou x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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drengar · 1 year

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@mistgrain asked: “Adam’s my favourite brother.” Retaliates Charlotte while crossing her arms over her chest and eyeing her brother seriously.

“I was kidding!”

And there went his bluff. But of course, if anyone was going to know that he was lying it would be here. Or anyone in the family. They all knew who Oliver preferred. Letting out a frustrated sigh, his hands settled on his hips as he glared at her a little. They also knew how he hated his older brother being the “favored” sibling.

“I don’t believe for a moment you prefer him over me,” Oliver grumbled. “He’s a stick in the mud and you know it.” He could say worse but he didn’t want a scolding as well.

#mistgrain #newspaper clippings「 ooc: asks 」#m: oliver #v: main「 oliver 」#[adam vc: my oliver is talking shit sense is tingling...]#[and we both know this is ollie being nice]#[deepdownhisloveshisbigbro]#[...mayjustbeverydeepdown...]#[9 leagues under the sea deep]

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