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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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LONELY WATERS

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: even if you resided in the fishing district you only ever got close to the water for swimming late at night. it was your favourite time of the day, but it leaves you open and vulnerable to predators and people, the water won’t save you. silly girl, don’t you remember? finnick odairs a champion swimmer.

warnings: nude swimming, nc voyeurism, stalking, scaring someone, inappropriate touching, chasing in waters, threatening and manipulation?? false misconceptions about victors, nc kissing and implied sexual intimacy and technically kidnapping?? (not forever) passing out from exhaustion due to sexual relations

a/n: THE VOICES 👹👹 italics is your thoughts!!! not proofread!

the water was cold, just how you liked it.

you’d been taking care of your cousin davine who’d literally put a hole in her finger trying to spin around the finnick odair’s trident since it was on display in a local gallery. but she’d overestimated her strength, let go of it whilst it was still in the air and it sliced her good. you met her outside as you’d been getting groceries and scolded her the whole way to the hospital.

“are you crazy? did you honestly think you could handle such a weapon on a whim? why the hell would you want to hold it anyways it’s just a trident.” you investigated as she whined and moaned, “why wouldn’t i want to y/n? it’s finnick! i just didn’t know it’d be that difficult.” you sighed as you halted her walking, bending down to look up at her, “i know it seems super cool okay. but the things he went through? the reason he has that trident? not cool. don’t idolise the games and the victors. the games are barbaric and those poor victors live their lives because the capitol lets them. i don’t want you anywhere near them okay? they’re dangerous.”

davine shook her head, “how? they’re just victors, they had to kill to win the games you know that y/n.” you sighed again, “they’re not dangerous because of the games they’re dangerous because of their time in the capitol. they care about themselves, after the hunger games they’ll probably do anything to keep themselves safe. act nice to us, earn our trust and support i- it doesn’t matter, just try not to go around him okay?”

finnick was watching you from the balcony as you explained your worries to davine. now now, who’d gone and told you all those lies? he wasn’t dangerous, as long as you were on his good side.

honey, he’d show you dangerous.

as you took off your dress you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you, so you stopped. your head zipped around , trying to look for a glimpse, a person, an animal, something. but you couldn’t see anything. and that should’ve been your first sign. someone that you could hear but not see.

as you lowered yourself into the water you felt at ease. the water was the one place you were by yourself. you thought you were. everyday had you, and everyone, surrounded by people all day. but here? peace.

“isn’t it dangerous at this time of night honey?” finnick emphasised as your hands shot up to cover your top half. “don’t hide now, i was enjoying the view.” you couldn’t believe your eyes, finnick odair, in the flesh. god the screens didn’t do him justice. i get it davine, why you wanted to hold the trident. his eyes were so green.

“w-what are you doing here?” finnick tilted his head as he crossed his arms, still on the land, “can’t i come down here? if i knew it was reserved i wouldn’t have come, but it isn’t, and i can do as i please. you never know who’s around sweetheart, not the best idea to come out alone.” you didn’t even notice that he was slowly taking off his own clothes till he was walking your way. “i swim here every night. no one’s ever here.” he was in the water now, and you’d begun to slowly back away, the water engulfing you slowly. chest, shoulders, neck. “well that’s going to change, don’t you wanna swim with me?” you shook your head as he mimicked you, shaking his head slowly, “no? you gonna stop me?” he was making his way towards you, cutting through the water like glass.

you were hyperventilating and your mind was foggy. you obviously weren’t thinking properly since instead of swimming towards the shore you swam further out. you could hear his laugh as you began to swim, “do you really think you can swim away from me? the place in which i excel? i’ve chased down tributes in water, fit, healthy and much more athletic than you. trust me, you’ll tire yourself out before you get any further.” but you didn’t listen, all you could do was try.

the rocks were large and created a huge wall, it was a rocky area of the beach which you were using as refuge from finnick. if there was one thing you never expected it was this, being chased by finnick odair through opens waters for- what, exactly? you had no clue.

you’d mistakenly began to relax, thinking you’d lost him when you dove under the water but the unrelenting pressure on your ankle had you wailing as you were yanked under the water. your eyesight was muffled and muggy, but you knew who’d dragged you under. finnick swam back to the surface, his hands right around you.

“should’ve listened to me.” he smiled, perfect teeth on show, barely puffed out, where as you felt as if your heart was going to burst from exhaustion and fatigue or plain fright. “now, i’m going to make sure, you remember me, remember what i’m going to do, and will continue to do.” you were sure his face was going to haunt you, everywhere you went. every time you saw a trident, even a damn fork. blonde hair and green eyes would send you spiralling every time you plucked them out from a crowd.

your tears were hot and streaming as you felt his hands roam, lower and lower. the rocks cut you as he pushed you into them, manipulating you into the positions he wished for. your body was so cold but his presence was like fire, his hands were warm and undeniable as they grabbed and kneaded at soft skin. his kisses were unrelenting and you were sure he’d leave a trail of bruises all over you in his wake.

you’d passed out at some point of the night, you were in the water, then on the rocks, then on the land yet you woke up in an unfamiliar home. maybe someone found you laying on the ground, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d left you there, naked and ruined.

what were you going to do? if he approached you in public? in private? in your home? who in panem would believe your truth? that finnick odair, the capitols darling was capable of such unbelievable, vile actions. they’d probably turn it around you. he’d let them.

at least he’s not here. you thought to yourself, you could do your best to avoid him. it’s not like there aren’t plenty of women, gorgeous girls that could take his attention. he’d probably picked out another girl to go after, to charm and take the normal way.

your thoughts had taken you away from the present, the present being you laying besides someone. their muscular arm draped over your waist, the sheets covered your and his bare body. “had a good sleep did you?” finnick murmured into your neck as you froze up.

no no no no no. please no.

“yes honey. you’re here with me. now let me hold you.” he whispered as he pulled you into his chest, cautious of your patched up cuts. everything hurt. your shoulders, arms, thighs. your hands traced over the bite marks, the skin all over you, tainted.

just wishing for lonely waters in which you could relax led to you be trapped in his arms. and he sure as hell wasn’t letting you go. not when you brung him so much pleasure, yeah, he’d be using you for a while, if not forever.

if only you’d been nicer.

#dark!finnick odair x reader #dark!finnick odair x fem!reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick odair imagine #hunger games x reader #finnick odair x female reader #finnick odair x fem!reader

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beansprean · 1 year

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Izzyhuahua is the most insanely accurate characterization yet. Thank you @batsarebetterthanpeople for your post.

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Ed, in a modern black tee shirt and jeans, walks in a door that dings when he opens it. He has a square shaped cloth shoulder bag strapped over his chest that is decorated with skulls and embroidered with "Izzy" at the top. Popping up from inside is a dark brown long haired Chihuahua with white on his muzzle, spots on his head that look like angry eyebrows, and a spot on his cheek that looks like an x. 1b. Ed from the back as he holds up dog Izzy with both hands, saying, "you're gonna have to sedate him." Lucius, dressed as a vet tech in peach scrubs and a red kerchief, holds out his hands to take him with a smirk, responding dismissively, "Haha, don't worry! Dr. Bonnet can handle this little guy." Izzy growls softly. 1c. 10 minutes later. Lucius reappears, hair missed, clothes torn, and a bloody bandage around his left pointer finger. He holds out a form on a clipboard and says, "Yeah, we're gonna need to sedate him."

2a. Close up on Stede, dressed in teal scrubs with a stethoscope around his neck, on a bubbly yellow background. He looks up, eyes widening and cheeks turning red, mouth soft as he fumbles through an introduction, "Hello, I'm Dr. ...uh.... Stede..." 2b. Reverse close up of Ed in a similar state, staring lovestruck and blushing as he responds dazedly, "...Ed..." 2c. Close up on Izzy as he furiously launches himself upwards, growling and snarling! Offscreen, Ed screams, "Ahh, fuck, Izzy, no!!" and Stede shrieks, "Oh God!!" and calls for Lucius.

3a. Later, Izzy is now out cold on an examination table, snoring and tongue sticking out but somehow still looking angry. Text nearby points to him and says "extra extra drugs". Ed and Stede stand on either side of the table, Ed gently petting Izzy's back with a smile as he explains, "He has a lot of separation anxiety... I'd just like him to stop biting people, haha." Stede, arms crossed, looks down skeptically at the dog and just replies, "Right." He thinks to himself, 'Diagnosis: complete asshole.' 3b. Ed looks down, blushing a bit, and continues, "Makes dating kinda tough, heh." Stede immediately perks up but tries to keep it casual, looking everywhere but Ed and sweating at his temple. "oh?" he ventures carefully. "You're single, then?" Ed sighs, replying, "Yeah. Iz here has run off my last two boyfriends." 3c. Ed looks up at the ceiling, playing ignorance, and taps his chin facetiously, wondering aloud, "But maybe if I found someone good with animals...who understood-" Stede, looking sweaty and panicked, interrupts him at top volume with "Do you want to have dinner with me?!" 3d. Stede drops his tomato red face into his hands, mumbling, "I'm sorry, that was so unprofessional..." Ed just beams at him from the other side of the table, clearly having gotten the invite he was fishing for. On the table, Izzy starts to twitch and wake, one angry eye cracking open.

4a. Stede and Ed on a black leather loveseat in Ed's home, mismatched candles the only source of light on either side of them and music drifting sensuously from a speaker. Both are clearly dressed for a date, Stede in a button up and khakis and Ed in a purple henley and gray trousers. They are leaning close, knees interlaced, Ed's hand on Stede's thigh and the other cupping his cheek, Stede with one hand stretched on the back of the couch and the other expertly cupping a wine glass. Their faces are an inch apart, eyes closed, about to have their first kiss. 4b. There is a happy "yip!" as Izzy suddenly jumps up into Ed's lap and places his little paws on his chest, breaking the moment and causing Ed and Stede to jerk back from each other in surprise. 4c. Ed laughs and wraps his hands around the little dog, hearts floating up as he coos, "Aww, Izzy! Did you need some attention?" Unnoticed by Ed, Izzy turns to look at Stede over his shoulder to aim what can only be called a triumphant smirk at him. Stede jerks in surprise and looks immediately offended and angry. /end ID

#ofmd #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #mlm #Izzy hands #izzyhuahua #our flag means death #my art #fanart #image described

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weirdmarioenemies · 4 months

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Name: Mino

Debut: Tetris Worlds

While researching for last week's post, I discovered something amazing. Something I haven't been able to stop thinking about. No matter what, my mind always comes back to

Tetris Lore

Now, I'm not going to act like Tetris has an overarching story, or that the story of one game is at all relevant to the other games. Tetris Worlds is just one game, and its story is self-contained. But the fact that this Tetris game has a story at all is really incredible!

What would you expect from a Tetris game with a story? Maybe something like, the Tetriminos are all best friends living in Block World, but one day, wuh woh! There's a Bad Guy who's a sphere who hates cubes or something! Luckily, with the power of our friendship and Tetris skills, we can teach him a lesson and banish him once more... or perhaps make a new friend? :)

Please watch the introductory cutscene of Tetris Worlds.

These are the Minos! Minos, in this canon, are a species of cycloptic cubes with fascinating cycloptic faces on their forward-facing faces. I absolutely adore them already. And wouldn't you know it, their sun is going supernova and they are all going to die if they can't evacuate their planet in time. HUH???

This story is so fascinating! I am SO happy that someone came up with this when tasked with making a story for a Tetris game. There was a creative vision, and it appears to be fully realized in this short but unforgettable intro to what could have easily been just another Tetris game!

You get to have a Mino as an avatar! This could be YOU! You can make them wear a funny hat as they hover and squash and stretch on the sidelines while you play Tetris!

The game's manual explains even more about the Minos, most notably that they are MECHANICAL! These things just keep getting better! Living, cycloptic cubes, with an entire futuristic society, and they're machines. The manual also feels the need to remind us that they were probably made by organic beings, as "most" mechanical beings are. And I find that suspiciously specific...

Look at this fish! This mechanical, cycloptic Mino fish. This was not in the Xbox version's intro, but it was in the PS2 one! For whatever reason, the two had unique animation in their intros, despite using the same voiceover. This fish is shown emerging from water onto land, where it beholds the Tetrions, the sacred and powerful portals in which the game of Tetris takes place. The visual of a fish coming onto land is such in-your-face evolution imagery that I am ENTIRELY convinced that these fish were ancestors of the Minos who would later form civilization! Natural, evolving robots!

...and then this intro goes on to depict the Minos as having TWO eyes. Yeah ok. Sure. I will confidently declare these binocular blockheads as non-canon based on everything else we've seen, ESPECIALLY because the actual gameplay even depicts cycloptic Minos!

Some of them seem to be established characters. This is Izabela. Hi Izabela!

Are you on the edge of your seat, hoping our friends the Minos survive? They do! Savvy Tetris skills allow them to activate the Tetrions (which were left behind by an ancient space-faring civilization. In case you were wondering) and teleport to other planets. Minos live! Hooray. And now you know the Tetris Lore, and can think about it constantly like I do!

Lastly, I made this little image of the Mino leader from Worlds, in the style of a Tetris Friends avatar! I like to think some cross-promotional avatars could have been added if Worlds came out during the lifespan of Tetris Friends. I can only hope that at least someone at The Tetris Company remembers this incarnation of the Minos, and that they could possibly appear in a game once more!

#mino #tetris #tetris worlds #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

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sailor-aviator · 5 months

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Sleeping With the Fishes

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: From a young age, the animal kingdom had fascinated you, and maybe that's why you chose to pursue that passion. You quickly became a force within the field, becoming the leading expert on ape social structures, which is how you found yourself on an expedition into the African jungles searching for a troop of gorillas. What you weren't expecting, however, was to run into the local wild man on one of your excursions... (Tarzan!AU)

Trigger Warnings: Language, Dead animals, Injury to self, Reader is a bit of an idiot, Baboons, Bradley not understanding boundaries, The boys make fun of Boots. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: He's finally here! What do you guys think?? This blog is 18+ ONLY! As always, reblogs and comments are welcomed and encouraged!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where all of my stories and drabbles are posted! If you would like to be added to the Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw tag list, please click the link below!

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You woke up to the sound of yelling coming from the boys’ tent. You scrambled out of the sheets, barely pulling on a pair of shorts over your underwear before running out of the tent and towards the camp. All three men were standing outside the tent, looking uneasily at each other.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, a little out of breath from your run. “What happened?”

“Well,” Bob started, glancing over at Jake as the blond ran a hand through his hair.

“Wild man left a goddamn fish in my bed,” he snapped, glaring disdainfully into the tent.

“He what?” You questioned, pushing past them to look in through the opening. Sure enough, a large, bloody fish sat atop the usually pristine sheets. You grimaced, backing up to stand with the others. “What kind of fish is that?”

“What?” Jake hollered, looking at you incredulously. “Who gives a shit? There’s a fish in my bed, Boots!”

“Do you think he’s threatening you?” Javy asked thoughtfully, stroking the length of his jaw as he eyed the fish. Jake turned to look at him, a surprised look on his face as if the thought only just crossed his mind. He looked back at the fish with pursed lips.

“Bradley isn’t like that,” Bob assured, placing a gentle hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”

“There’s a fish in my bed,” Jake gritted out, waving wildly towards the tent. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Quit being such a baby about your gift,” you scowled. Jake began to splutter, face going red as he fought to form a coherent thought. At that same moment Ice and Maverick came walking up from where they had been fixing dinner.

“What’s going on?” Maverick asked, glancing around at your little group. Jake pointed a finger into the tent, taking deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The two older men pushed past you and Javy to peer into the tent, their eyebrows shooting up their foreheads at the sight.

“Huh,” Maverick laughed out. “He must have seen you working with the plants this past week.”

Jake stared at him for a second, blinking slowly as he processed what the brunette just said.

“Pardon?”

“He sees me growing some of the food here,” Maverick explained, gesturing towards the small patch of land he had set aside to grow some vegetables for the camp. “I use fish from the river to help fertilize the crops. He helps me with it sometimes, in fact. He must have thought you’d want some fish to help with your research.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” you sighed. Jake stared at you, an unreadable expression that slowly morphed into one of distraught.

“But,” he murmured, waving uselessly back at the fish, “my bed? Why?”

“Now that is a bit of a mystery, I’ll admit,” Maverick hummed, staring confusedly at the bed. Ice rolled his eyes.

“Is it though?” He muttered, giving you a knowing look. You shifted uncomfortably. Surely he wasn’t implying…

“Boots, we’re going to have to take a raincheck on going down to the waterfall,” Jake sighed, looking at you now.

“What?” You frowned. “No way! It won’t take you that long to clean up! We can just go after!”

“This is going to take me forever to clean up,” he argued, shaking his head. “No, we’ll just go tomorrow or something.”

“Jake, if I have to spend one more day in this godforsaken camp, I’m going to lose my mind,” you scowled. “I’ll just go on ahead and you can meet me when you’re finished. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a terrible idea,” he frowned. “The jungle is dangerous, Boots. God only knows what’s out there waiting to snatch you up.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” you snapped, glaring at him. “I’m just as capable as the rest of you. I can take care of myself. Javy, tell him.”

Javy sucked in a breath, eyes darting between the two of you as you waited for him to say something.

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable getting in the middle-”

“Useless,” you hissed, turning back to Jake. “Jake Seresin, I am a capable woman who can take care of herself. I’ve done this plenty of times before when you aren’t here to infantilize me.”

He mulled over your words, glancing at the others before sighing.

“Fine,” he relented, “but don’t go too far, okay? I’ll join you when I’m finished with this. Hopefully, it won’t take me too long.”

You smiled in victory, turning to head back to your tent and get ready. It didn’t take you long, just changing into a fresh set of clothes and filling up your canteen with water before grabbing your backpack. You were just about to leave camp and head towards the falls when Maverick stopped you.

“I packed you some lunch,” he said, handing you an old container. You took it from him, smiling gratefully as you shoved it into your backpack.

“I’m guessing there’s something else you wanted to say to me?” You asked, earning a chuckle.

“Just,” he hesitated, shoving his hands in his pockets as he gazed into the jungle, “be careful. I didn’t want to say anything in front of Jake, but Bob and I spotted a leopard by the river not too long ago. It’s possible it’s moved out of the area, but I wanted to let you know just in case. Just stay vigilant.”

“Yeah, I will,” you smiled, readjusting the strap on your shoulder.

“I’m sure Bradley will be keeping an eye on you too,” he added. “You should be fine.”

“Thanks, Mav,” you nodded, turning and heading into the jungle before you.

The sun shone brightly, some of the rays penetrating through the canopy above. It was strange being out in the wilderness by yourself, the strange new noises keeping you slightly on edge as you continued to trek through the leaves. You took another swig from your canteen, the cool liquid easing the unsettling warmness that surrounded you. You tried in vain to wipe away the sweat accumulating on your forehead, letting out a frustrated sigh and grunt of disgust when you just ended up smearing more sweat onto your face. You shoved the canteen back into your pack, stopping when you heard a chattering sound coming from up above.

You looked skyward, seeing a couple of baboons racing along the trees. You grabbed blindly for your notebook, eager to jot down some notes and sketches of the creatures for Ice and Bob to go over when you returned. You trotted after them, now digging in your bag for a pen as you continued after them. The baboons noticed you, chattering at each other loudly as they took you in. Seeming to taunt you, they waved their arms at you, tilting their heads as if to say “can’t catch me.” You huffed out a chuckle, twisting and turning through the trees as you chased them. You were so caught up in trying to jot down some notes that you didn’t notice the dip in the ground or the tree root that arched out of the dirt beneath you. You fell with a panicked yelp, hitting your head on another one of the large roots, the world going dark around you.

You weren’t sure how long you had been out, probably not too long since the sun still beat down through the canopy. You touched the sore spot on your head, wincing at the slight sting, but sighing with relief when you checked your fingers and found no blood.

The baboons were still shrieking and chattering above you, almost as if they were laughing at your unfortunate predicament, and you cast an errant glare upwards at them. Damn monkeys.

An ache rippled up your leg from your ankle, and you bit your lip as you shuffled back to lean against one of the trees, hoping against all odds that you hadn’t done anything too bad to it.

Your head pounded, a wave of dizziness running through you that was most certainly not helped by the intense humidity and heat of the jungle. You let out a groan as you experimentally moved your ankle, hissing when a jolt of pain ran up your leg. Yeah, definitely sprained. You huffed out a sigh, leaning your head against the trunk of the tree.

The cacophony of noises did little to ease your aching head, and you wished you had waited for Jake to finish cleaning his bed like he had insisted. Now you were stuck out in the jungle, hoping and praying someone would find you before something else did.

You groaned at the thought of what Jake would say if he could see you now. That smarmy look he’d give you as he looked you over. The “I told you so” that would follow. You would never hear the end of it, but a chilling thought ran through you. The guys had to find you before Jake could be his insufferable self, and as far as they knew, you would be down by the waterfall. How far away were you? You scolded yourself for straying away from the trail markers that had been laid out. How was anyone supposed to find you now? You sniffled, biting back the tears that threatened to spill over.

You checked your canteen, grimacing at the sound of the half empty container. Setting it down with a thud you gazed at the canopy above, wiping the sweat from your brow. It could be hours before someone realized you were missing. You hoped sooner.

Another wave of emotion rushed over you, and this time you allowed yourself to let a few tears slip down your cheeks. How could you be so foolish?

The sound of rustling foliage drew your attention across the small clearing, your heart rate picking up at the sound. Your thoughts raced back to what Maverick had told you before you left the camp. Bob and I spotted a leopard by the river not too long ago. Inwardly groaning, you lamented about your situation, hoping that whatever was hiding in the foliage wasn’t a giant cat. You stayed as still as possible, praying for whatever it was to continue on. From the sounds of it, whatever it was, was huge, and it was getting closer.

You gripped your canteen in your hand, ready to throw it at whatever came out of the dense leaves. It wouldn’t do any lasting damage, but perhaps it would daze the creature long enough for you to scramble away and towards help. Surely Jake was done by now? How long had you been out here?

You bit back a shriek as the leaves parted to reveal...a man?

He was tall—huge really, and so unfairly handsome. Tanned skin stretched across bulging muscles, caramel brown hair curling at the top of his head. It was his eyes though, that captured your attention. Deep, mesmerizing honey-colored eyes that stared at you intensely, as if trying to make sense of you.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked, voice tight as he crouched down, inching closer to you with slow moments. "Where did you come from?"

He didn't answer as he crept closer, his movements almost like that of the apes you observed during your travels. His hand reached towards you, his knuckles brushing against the tips of your fingers. You jerked your hand back, regarding him wearily.

"Human?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Me?" You spluttered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Of course I'm a human! What did you think I was?"

His eyes narrowed at you, his lips pressing into a thin line as he seemed to consider you.

"Not like any human I have seen," he spoke, his English seemingly broken. "What kind?"

It took you a second to figure out what he was asking you.

"I'm a woman," you told him, a sense of unease filling you. Was this the man that Ice and Mav had told you about? What was his name again? Bradley, right?

“Seen you at the camp,” he continued, watching you for a moment. “Smell good.”

Your cheeks warmed even further at the comment, and you cleared your throat before shifting where you sat, wincing as the movement jostled your ankle. Bradley glanced down at the swollen appendage, frowning at the redness that seeped to the surface.

“Hurt?” He asked, leaning forward, his face so close to yours. You swallowed thickly, eyes roving over his face and hesitating on his lips. The facial hair that sat atop it wasn’t a bad look on him, quite the contrary actually, and for a second you wondered what it would be like to feel it on the skin of your thighs as he-

You blinked rapidly, trying desperately to clear the depraved thoughts from your head. You chalked it up to the combination of the African heat and the fact you hadn’t been laid in God only knows how long. You cleared your throat and briefly met his gaze before looking away.

“Yes,” you answered him, cursing at the shakiness of your voice. “I think I hurt my ankle when I fell. Do you think you could go back to the camp and tell the others where I am?”

Bradley frowned at you before shaking his head.

“Boots hurt,” he rumbled. “Can’t leave here.”

“Then how do you expect the others to—hey!”

You yelped when Bradley slid one large hand under your knees, the other coming up to rest on your back as he lifted you off the ground. You scrambled to find purchase, finally wrapping your arms around his neck, eyes widening when he turned to look at you, face so close, your noses were practically touching. You tried desperately not to think of the hard curves of muscle you were being held against, willing yourself to think about anything else.

“This is,” you began, swallowing thickly as you stared into his eyes, “this is not the most practical way of doing this.”

He stared at you for a moment, blinking at you in confusion.

“Practical?”

“You know,” you mumbled, tearing your eyes away from him, “the best way to do this.”

He frowned at that, giving you a challenging look as his grip on you tightened. You gasped as he held you closer, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

“Can you walk?”

“What?” You blinked. He chuckled, bringing his face even closer to yours which was not helping you form a coherent sentence.

“Can you walk?” He repeated, the corners of his lips tugging up just a hair. You processed his question, scowling at him once you realized he was messing with you.

“No,” you huffed, meeting his gaze with a glare. He gave you a smirk as he turned and started walking through the jungle.

“You don’t have to be so smug, you know,” you grumbled, relaxing a little when you felt confident that he wouldn’t drop you. He hummed, the smirk still painted on his face as he continued on.

“So you know what smug means, but not practical?” You groused. Bradley spared you a look before turning his attention back to where he was walking.

“Ice calls Maverick smug,” he supplied. You hummed, but didn’t say anything else as the two of you carried on.

“Boots?” Bob asked as you and Bradley appeared from the jungle. He was standing by the fire pit, a confused look on his face as if he couldn’t quite figure out what it was he was looking at. Jake and Javy glanced up at the sound of your name, the blond scrambling to his feet when he saw you in the arms of the wild man.

“What happened?” He asked, crossing the distance to come stand beside you. Bradley let out what could only be described as a growl as he swung you away, fixing Jake with a glare. Jake gaped at him, jaw slack. “What the hell-”

“Bradley?”

All of you turned to see Ice and Maverick walking up from the other side of the camp, looks of concern as they glanced between you and the man whose arms you were still currently in.

“I, uh,” you stammered, glancing around at everyone. “I fell.”

“You fell?” Jake asked accusingly, already eyeing your swollen ankle.

“I was following some baboons,” you admitted, refusing to meet his gaze. You could already feel the accusatory look he was giving you. “I was taking notes, and I tripped over some tree roots. Bradley found me and brought me back here.”

“You were supposed to go straight to the river,” Jake accused.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You strayed off the path, didn’t you?”

“Jake-”

“Dammit, Boots,” he growled, running a hand over his face. “You could have been seriously hurt!”

“Speaking of,” Ice interrupted, moving forward to examine your ankle. “Let’s get you looked at. Bradley, would you mind setting her over here?”

Bradley looked over at the bench that Ice gestured to, pausing for a moment before walking over. He plopped down, situating you on his lap, his arms still wrapped around your middle. You let out an indignant squeak, glaring when both Javy, Jake, and Bob snickered, trying to cover them up with coughs.

“Looks like wild man is already attached,” Javy quipped, earning another glare.

“Why don’t you come over here and say that,” you snapped, feeling the heat on your cheeks grow even warmer. Ice looked like he was struggling not to laugh as he crouched in front of you, and you just barely caught the smirk that Maverick had on his face. You winced as Ice began his examination, biting your lip from the pain. You felt Bradley’s arms tighten around you, and you gripped onto his arm a little tighter to keep from crying out at the red hot spike of pain that shot up from your ankle.

“Looks like you sprained it,” Ice finally announced. You let out a groan, leaning back into Bradley as you rolled your eyes.

“Just my luck,” you grumbled. “How long am I stuck here for?”

“I’d say at least four,” he surmised. “Maybe six if you don’t keep off of it.”

“Looks like wild man will just have to carry her around everywhere,” Javy snickered, Bob and Jake joining in with him.

“Would you be quiet?” You growled. “This is going to be a nightmare!”

“Serves you right,” Jake smirked, that smarmy look you hated already on his face. “You should have waited for me.”

“I hate you,” you mumbled, crossing your arms with a huff. Ice chuckled, moving to stand.

“Bradley, would you mind bringing Boots to the medical tent for me? I should have a bandage for her to wear.”

You scrambled once again as Bradley lifted you, clinging to his shoulders as he began to walk after Ice across the camp. The three boys were barely holding in their laughter as they watched you, breaking out into fits of giggles as you flipped them off.

Bradley was none the wiser as he held you, his hold gentle as he took care to not jostle you too much. You supposed the next couple of weeks wouldn’t be so bad.

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three--rings · 1 year

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Immortal Life

Hey guys, here to recommend a video game. This one was recced to me by....someone on here. Sorry I can't remember who it was, but it's been a solid month or so and that post wasn't tagged (cause I was complaining about another game.)

Immortal Life is a Steam game in early access currently. It's a farming sim set in a cultivation sect. Yeah, that's right, it's Stardew Valley but Xianxia!

There's my little farm (all photos in this post are from my game).

The premise is that you are restoring a cultivation sect that was destroyed in a tragedy. So in addition to farming to provide food and to sell for $, you are gathering resources to rebuild the sect building by building.

As it goes on, you are trying to attract lecturers to improve your cultivation and "level up" your skills.

As you can see, the art is really pretty, and when combined with incredibly soothing traditional music, it's so freaking relaxing.

The setting is equally aesthetic, with a variety of shops and NPCs. All dialogue is in Chinese with well done English subtitles. I've only found a couple of typos so far in the game.

In addition to standard farming, fishing (more Animal Crossing style than SDV), and dungeon crawling, there's also crafting with wood and bamboo, and a pretty fun cooking minigame.

The dungeon crawling is fun, with cultivation based ranged and spell attacks rather than simple sword slashing.

So far it's pretty well-developed. I've been playing a LOT of early access games in the last year and this one is pretty polished and has a lot of content already. (I haven't run into any end of content yet after 15 hours.) It's a lot more complete than say Coral Island is so far, for example.

Anyway, I'm having an absolute blast with this game. I recommend it to any fans of this genre of game, but it's ESPECIALLY nice to experience being in danmei fandom and having a lot of familiarity with the setting and cultural touchstones.

It's a Chinese-made game, so it's made for an audience who understand what cultivation is. It's not explained or dumbed down for an English audience. I don't know if it would be really confusing for someone totally unfamiliar with the Xianxia genre, but the game is clear enough in walking you through the actual game tasks.

I haven't gotten far enough to really be able to speak to how the relationships develop or any romance options. So far, just getting tiny bits of approval is a little bit of a chore. But that's how it goes.

So I think it's very worth checking out. Full price is $19.99, I got it in the recent Steam sale for a little less.

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nycbabyjoey · 6 months

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Jinkies!

NSFW 18+ Only

Contains ABDL Content

"Jeepers," Daphne exclaimed as she approached the run-down spooky building. "This place is giving me the willies."

"No one said solving this mystery would be for the faint of heart," Velma replied. "But a series of spooky disappearances in a historically haunted town just before Halloween is nothing we can't handle."

Velma and Daphne stood shoulder to shoulder outside the Mystery Machine with their flashlights armed. Mystery Incorporated had gotten a tip a few days ago about tourists going missing in the Halloween destination town of Yawning Creek, Massachusetts.

"The town gets an influx of tourism around Halloween because of the Legend of Yawning Creek," Velma had explained to the gang.

"Zoinks!" Shaggy quivered. "Is that, like, the story where that scary monster hypnotizes people to walk in the creek where they're, like, never heard from again?!"

"The very same," Velma had responded, ambivalent to Shaggy's usual fright towards any mystery that came across their desks.

It was part of the dynamic that had lead to Mystery Incorporated's overwhelming success rate of solving mysteries over the past couple of years and made them world-renowned crime stoppers. Velma was the brains behind the group, analyzing details, collecting clues, and piecing it all together to unmask the supposed "monster" as just another average person with a grievance. Daphne brought the beauty, which allowed her to get accustomed with people, discover their motives, get kidnapped... only sometimes, and help the crew trap the culprit.

The others contributed as well, but it was Velma and Daphne's strong chemistry that landed the two of them here in front of the abandoned building, following a lead they had picked up from the town historian about the disappearances.

Who could've done it? Was it Mayor Bushwell in an effort to stir even more tourism to Yawning Creek in a sick ploy for reelection? Could it be Sheriff Walker, frustrated at the surge of Halloween mischief that the town's spooky origins attracted? Or maybe even the town historian himself, Old Man Jenkins, sending the girls on a wild goose chase so that they didn't catch on to his scheme to show people the true horrors of the town's capitalized-upon history?

The pair hoped that the answers to where these missing people were could be found here - the abandoned Yawning Creek Daycare Center. It was certainly a peculiar crime scene, Velma thought. But she couldn't afford to leave one stone unturned.

"Let's split up," Daphne suggested.

"Good idea," Velma said. "That way, we can cover more ground. Try not to get kidnapped again."

"Hardy-har," Daphne mocked back.

The two went their separate ways once inside the daycare. Velma went right at the reception area and Daphne turned left.

Velma opened the door to discover a large classroom setting that she suspected could fit nearly twenty students. It was quite a big space for a preschool classroom, fitted with shared tables for all the students, a play area with a chest stuffed full of toys like firetrucks and building blocks, and a reading carpet with shelves of childrens' books behind it. Velma always had an interest in reading, even at that young age. She reminisced about sitting criss-cross applesauce on the carpet and listening to her teacher reading The Rainbow Fish for the class, stopping after each page to show all the pictures.

Velma snapped out of her nostalgic thoughts. It was all very nice, but what did any of this have to do with the missing townspeople? A vengeful mother seeking revenge for the city's decreasing options for childcare? Seems farfetched, Velma figured. I have to look for more clues.

As she made a quick motion to reinspect the classroom, Velma accidentally stumbled on an old-fashioned Farm Animal Noises Wheel, which made a sustained "Mooo!" sound, as she fell to the ground. She caught herself on her two hands and her glasses flew off, sliding across the floor to an unknown destination.

"Oh no, my glasses!" Velma bemoaned. "I can't see a thing without my glasses!"

Velma began crawling on all floors around the Pre-K classroom, attempting to feel out for her spectacles. As she felt around, she grabbed something that felt like a small wooden box. She pulled it close to her face so she could make it out with her poor vision. It was a shape-sorter toy! The one where you had to fit the different shaped pegs in the correct holes. Velma used to love them when she was a tyke! Testing her geometrical knowledge and sharpening her brain was a treat to her at that age.

Velma indulged in her nostalgia by picking up one of the square pegs and placing it in the... wait, which hole did it go in again? Velma sat on the playmat, dumbfounded as she was unable to think of the correct option. She was a genius, after all! After a moment, she tried to jam it through a circle-shaped hole, but it didn't work. She went back to her train of confusion, not noticing as a stream of drool flowed from the side of her mouth onto her bright, orange sweater.

Suddenly, Velma's vision returned as a pair of foreign hands placed her glasses onto her face for her.

"Don't worry," the person said. "You don't have to worry about thinking anymore."

Meanwhile, Daphne searched what appeared to be the infant care area. There were large changing tables and shelves full of fresh diapers. Daphne gagged at the thought of having to change diapers. Gross!

Daphne was not the one to get her hands dirty, literally or metaphorically. Even for Mystery Inc., she wasn't the one collecting clues or putting all the puzzle pieces together; that was Velma. Daphne had the people skills to balance out Velma's analytical mind.

In this abandoned daycare, those skills may not have come in handy as much, Daphne thought to herself. There was no one here and even if they're were toddlers abound, she doubted it would make for rousing conversation.

It was these isolated situations where Daphne usually found herself being kidnapped - a typical damsel in distress. But, Daphne knew she was more than that and so she was sure to be checking every corner for anyone or anything that may be lurking.

She made her way towards a sleeping area where the little ones could be tucked in for naptime. However, a realization hit Daphne - these cribs weren't that little. In fact, they were pretty large! Large enough for Daphne herself to fit in. That must be a clue, Daphne figured. She had found a clue! And not gotten kidnapped! She almost couldn't wait to go share with Velma.

Unfortunately, Daphne celebrated far too early as, all of a sudden, a pair of ropes sprung out from amidst the darkness and wrapped themselves around Daphne's hands and feet, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Eep!" Daphne shouted as she hit the cushioned floor. With a thud, Daphne began to scream, "Velmaahhh-" Her cries for help were cut short by a piece of thick, black tape that came out of nowhere and covered up her mouth.

Daphne thrashed around on the ground while her yells were muffled.

"That's a lovely outfit," a voice said from the darkness, causing Daphne to pause in fear. "But I think it's time for a change."

Daphne's eyes widened as her clothes were magically ripped off her body one by one. First, her iconic long-sleeved purple dress flew forward after tearing at the back. She felt her bra magically unclasp at the back before it flew off into the darkness, followed by her panties. She was left completely exposed by the undressing, which ended with her lime-green scarf being pulled from her neck.

Daphne screamed as the invisible force yanked on her hair, pulling her to an upright sitting position. She tried moving her head around to escape the magic's grasp, but she was helpless as it began tying and knotting her hair. Daphne couldn't make out what it was doing until the pulling stopped and two pigtails fell down on either side of her head.

Suddenly, Daphne found herself laid with her back flat against the floor again as the mysterious force grabbed her feet and pushed them up towards her head, laying her ass bare for anyone who came through the door. She felt as something was slipped under it, but she was unable to lift her head high enough to make out what it was. It felt a little like medical exam table paper on Daphne's butt, but it was thicker. Daphne squealed as her legs were dropped and the rope binding them was undone so that the strange object could be folded up in between her legs. As it was fastened together on either side of her hips, Daphne realized what it was - it was a large diaper!

Finally, the rope that was shackling Daphne's hands and the muzzle that was constricting her mouth fell to the ground. "WHAT THE FU-" Daphne shrieked with tears in her eyes, but as her mouth was open a large pink pacifier flew inside, silencing her once again.

The magic force dragged Daphne by the legs out of the sleeping area and back towards the daycare. Daphne desperately dug her nails into the carpet in an attempt to fight back, but the force was too strong and she wailed as her body was tugged back through the door.

Once she was through the door and the force let go, she turned her body over and immediately spotted Velma. Daphne would have ordinarily been humiliated with her situation - this was certainly the worst kidnapping she had found herself in yet - but she realized Velma was also dressed like a giant baby! Her orange jumper and glasses were missing, leaving her in only a diaper and pigtails. Velma had no pacifier though; in fact, she drooled from her mouth with a vacant expression in her eyes. "Dafdee!" Velma celebrated with her arms raised high in the air at the sight of her friend Daphne.

"Velma?" Daphne managed past her pacifier. "Wha happen'd to-"

Daphne's inquiry was cut short as a figure came out of the darkness behind Velma. "Forn?" Daphne managed.

It was Thorn, the friendly rocker witch from Oakhaven. "Surprised, Daphne?"

"Forn, wha aw you doin'?" Daphne lisped her way through.

Thorn used her magic to pull Daphne's pacifier into her hand at a speed so fast it made an audible pop exiting Daphne's mouth.

"Sorry baby, I didn't quite catch that," Thorn teased. "Try annunciating."

"Thorn!" Daphne yelled in frustration. "Why'd you dress us like babies? We're your friends!"

"Fwiends! Fwiends!" Velma cheered, mindlessly clapping her hands together while bouncing up and down on her padded bottom.

"Friends?" Thorn questioned in disgust. "Ugh, classic Daphne. So sure that everyone must absolutely love you! We did get along long enough to stop The Witch's Ghost, entirely thanks to me! But I'm guessing you don't even remember what you said to me after that, do you?"

Daphne shook her head.

"Really? When I asked to join Mystery, Inc.?" Thorn recalled. "You and Velma laughed in my face, saying that there wasn't room for another girl on the team. You guys boasted about how you had the 'brains' and the 'looks' covered and that I had neither to offer. You told me to go run along and play with my 'little band.'"

Daphne was stunned. "Thorn, that's not how we meant it. You took it the wrong way! Besides, you lead innocent visitors to their demise just because of some stupid vendetta against us?"

Thorn cackled. "Nobody's missing!" she revealed. "See, if you and Velma were as clever as you think you are, you would have investigated to see if anyone had gone missing instead of blindly believing some anonymous tip!"

"That was you?!" Daphne realized, eyes wide. Thorn nodded her head with a grin.

"So now you're going to transform me into some mindless bimbo like her?" Daphne cried, gesturing towards Velma who was unintelligibly making noises with her mouth like "buhbuhbuh" while rolling around on the floor in her diaper.

Thorn laughed again. "Oh Daphne, don't give yourself so much credit. I took away Velma's 'brains', but you - you already have about a grade school reading level. There's barely any 'brains' to take! No, you were the 'looks,' weren't you? Always loving your cute little outfits and believing that being the team slut was actually important to solving mysteries! You'll be in only one outfit from now on - your diaper. My spell makes it so you can't wear anything else. And you won't be able to remove it yourself."

Daphne fumed, both at the accusation that she was stupid and at the prospect of toddling around in thick diapers for the rest of her life! She pulled at the tapes, trying to rip them off to no avail.

"It's not a total loss," Thorn mocked. "You'll still be able to accessorize! They make lots of cute diapers with fairy princesses or unicorns or mermaids on them! We'll see how many men are fawning over you in that getup! I'm sure Fred will find it so hot when you tug on his ascot and ask him to change your stinky diaper!"

Tears ran down Daphne's face. "You can't do this! You ca-" Daphne was once again interrupted by the large pacifier flying into her mouth.

"That's better," Thorn said. "Now, one last spell."

Thorn snapped her fingers and Daphne immediately felt her stomach rumble. She grasped it, clenching every muscle in her body to block what was about to happen. She heard a fart escape Velma's diaper, followed by a giggle. Her counterpart was blissfully content with the spell's effects and didn't fight them, audibly unloading a mess in the backseat of her diaper. Daphne's face turned red from strain, praying to avoid the same fate. But at long last, Daphne couldn't take it and destroyed her diaper, filling it from front to back with liquid mush.

"Oh, how cute!" Thorn derided. "It smells like you babies left me two clues! Now, you two are going to change each others' dirty diapers after a quick game of 'humpies'. Then, I'll bring you two back to Shaggy and Fred where we'll introduce them to the newest member of Mystery, Inc. - me! My crime-solving intuition suspects that there may be a spot for a girl on the team after all. Even if that spot involves changing diapers and warming up bottles for this dynamic diaper duo!"

I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids and your Patreon!

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softlyspector · 8 months

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Bonus - Honeyed headcanons

Honeyed takes up far too much room in my mind, so here are some thoughts and headcanons (? is this the right word when its your own story? These are all canon events actually).

wc: ~700

Joel eventually gets a tattoo that Honey designs for him. You worry a lot that he doesn't actually like it, it's not actually good, etc. and tell him repeatedly that he does not have to get your silly little drawing tattooed. He tells you it is good, he does like it, and even if it were silly he has a tiny dinosaur tattooed on his shoulder, and it can't get much worse than that. You defend the tiny dinosaur, but Joel notices you seem reassured, finally. Ellie is the one to tattoo it.

You meet Tommy accidentally when he drives up from Austin and comes inside without so much as a knock. He finds you reading on the living room couch, and his only reaction is to smile and say "Oh, hey, you must be her," before he introduces himself. You spend the rest of the day thinking about that emphasis on her. It somehow never occurred to Honey that Joel talks about her.

Joel's main creative outlet becomes designing tattoos for you, even ones he knows you'd never get but thinks you'd like anyway, along with writing/finding songs for his daughters. Eventually you design something together.

Honey tries to teach Joel how to knit and it does not go that well. You try not teach him how to cross stitch next and it goes even worse. Still, you keep the first circle he finishes by himself.

I talked about this in another post but Joel turns into an iPad baby when you and the girls get him one. It takes him awhile to get used to it but once he does that’s it for him. He uses it for anything and everything, glasses perched on his nose.

Joel only stops grumbling about going gray after you tell him you like it, and find it really attractive.

Joel and Honey go fishing a lot. Usually you don’t talk during. You always go in the early morning to avoid the heat. It’s a nice excuse to stand close together, shoulders touching. Joel doesn’t try to mansplain fishing to you and you like to watch his hands while he reels the line in so it’s peaceful.

Honey eventually finds out Joel plays guitar. You have to beg him to play for you. It’s the one thing he’s ever really said no to you about. You try not to poke him about it too much, since you don’t know why he won’t. You do tease him about it a little.

Eventually he does play for you. One evening you’re on his porch and it’s dark and he just does it. Goes inside and gets the guitar, tunes it, and plays. After that he complies with any request to play any time you give it.

He refuses to sing to you. You suspect that’s reserved for children and animals and his daughters.

Joel and Honey are bad at seeing the value in their own work and creations. But together you manage it better because you each know how the other feels about the denial of the other's skills.

Joel can’t cook, you’re not so good at it either, so you eat a lot of things that can be baked, a lot of breakfast foods, and you go to Flu’s quite a lot.

You like it when Joel makes coffee for you at home in the morning. Joel likes it when you bring it to him from the shop in town.

After Joel kisses you for the first time, he notices you touch him a lot more. Just incidental little touches - brushing your hand along his shoulders and back, sliding your knuckles along his and linking your pointer fingers together.

One day, you come to him with something you found online. Exposure therapy. You explain that it's a way to try to combat touch aversion. And it breaks his heart. "There ain't anything wrong with you," he says. And you nod and say, a little embarrassed at his reaction, that you want to touch him. "You can want to touch me. Doesn't mean you have to touch everybody."

So, you do. And Joel let's you lead, at least most of the time.

It's only many, many years later that you find out that first painting of the doe with the bees hovering around her ears is you. It's only then that Joel tells you that, to him, deer symbolize you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #honeyed fic

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oddballwriter · 8 months

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i have a request for Steven Grant x Witch!Reader. They live in the same floor and never saw each other, but her cat decides one day to go out the window and sneak into Steven's apartment, the poor man was terrified when he got home and found a cat trying to eat Gus...

After he returns the cat, the reader its so grateful that starts baking him cookies, giving him "special" teas so he can manage to sleep some nights. I don't have more ideas for this, but i wanted lots of fluff:(

xoxoxo

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Summary: Coming home to a random cat trying to eat his fish is something, for sure. And it turns out their owner is something too, but he actually kind of likes it.

Warnings: One use of Y/N. Reader has a collection of little bones and other stuff. None that I actually know of.

Author’s Snip: This request was nice but for some reason my brain just couldn't find the confidence and energy. If this sucks, anon, I'm sorry. And also this is not proof read.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Coming home to a cat swashing it's paw around in Gus' tank it the last thing Steven wanted to come across after a rough day at the gift shop caused by both Donna and his lack of proper sleep the night before. But it did startle him out of his groggy state as he rushed over to the tank to keep the animal from making his fish its dinner.

After a moment of wrestling it into his arms and getting a few scratches from the feline, he managed to get them tucked safely under his arm. Now Steven had time to think, "How did you get in here, huh?" he asked looking towards the cat and around his flat.

He noticed that his window was open, most likely having left it open for the sake of fresh air and he just forgot to close it when he left for work. Steven defiantly didn't live on the ground floor so it wouldn't cross his mind that someone could come in through it, but he guesses that a wandering cat could get to it just fine.

"Alright, you little burglar. How about we find out how to get you home. Wherever that is." Steven said as he held the cat in front of him to look at them.

They were a black cat with yellow eyes that didn't look all too pleased with having been caught. They were actually very lovely looking with how sleek their fur looked and the vibrant yellow in their eyes. Steven noticed a collar that blended in with the darkness of their fur that had the standard little tag. The name Sabrina was carved into the metal on one side, the other said the name of the same apartment complex that they were in.

"Okay, Sabrina -lovely name for you by the say- finding your home should be easy since you live here." Steven said to the cat before thinking a bit longer, "Somewhere." he added.

Steven's first thought was that if Sabrina managed to get into his flat then her owner lived on the same floor since she could have walked along the rim of the building till she came across Steven's window. So he went door to door knocking on each of the tenants' door and asking "Is this your cat?".

It took quite a while and a few faces, with them all saying no.

It wasn't until he got to the door closest to the end of the fall on the other side that he finally got something. He knocked on your door and saw you on the other end. "I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. But by any chance is this your cat?" Steven asks as he holds up the fur ball.

Your eyes widen a bit before you speak. "That is my cat, yes. That I have been looking for for fifteen minutes." you confirm as you hold out your arms to take the cat from him. "I came home earlier and found her trying to catch my fish. She must've came through my window." Steven explains. You sigh, "I am so sorry about that. I have a little window open in my apartment that I thought she couldn't get through. Turns out she's an escape artist." you explain for your end.

"I used to let her roam around the block but she's been naughty recently and been brining back dead birds she caught." you say.

You catch a glance at Steven's hands and notice the scratches. "Oh no. Looks like she wasn't easy to catch either." you worry. "Here. Come in. Let me get you something as a thank you." you invite as you move deeper into your flat. "Oh. No no. It's nothing really. It wasn't too much trouble." Steven politely declined, not wanting to intrude on being in your space. "I insist. You look like you could need something." you remark. Steven, for whatever reason, took you up on your offer and came inside, closing the door behind him. That's when he actually managed to drink in the look of your home.

Steven always figured that the flats looked like each other and had the same layout with the differences in their looks being their owners and how they decorated. And you have made your flat really look like something. The whole place spelt of nice herbs and incense, not strong and over powering, but just enough that it still had that earthy smell that soothed. You have shelves and stands that had a plethora of things like crystals, books, candles, and trinkets, and the occasional jar of... something. One was full of little bones. There were even a few filled with various things like herbs, charms, and other things, all seals with wax. There were some plants strewn about, mostly vine-like or more herbs. On the walls were various tapestries that showed different thinks like whimsical symbols, runes, circles, and cosmic thinks like stars, the sun, the moon, and consolations along with dried flowers. Of course there was furniture, he took a seat on your couch in the living room which was full of things that also matched that look and feel of the place. A lot of patchwork and quilted designs with throw pillows and blankets.

He was busy taking in so much of your place that he hadn't noticed you moving about in your kitchen. It wasn't until you spoke up that he snapped out of it.

"I don't have any coffee so I hope you like tea." you say. "Tea's perfectly fine." Steven smiles. "Is there anything you like specifically?" you ask as you grab a kettle and some mugs. "Um... I could go for something citrusy. If that's not too much to ask." he sheepishly requests. You nod in understanding and get to making the tea. In the mean time Steven looks around from his spot a little more. He notices on the coffee table that theres some more candles and little pieces of decor.

"You have a lovely place." Steven compliments, earning a thank you from you. "How long have you lived here?" Steven asks. "A few years now." you answer as you walk over towards the living room and set down a few things like a container of sugar and a plate of treats.

"I'm surprised I've never seen you. I met a good bunch of the people on this floor." you comments. "Guess we just never crossed path until now." you shrug. "Bit unfortunate that it had to be through my cat almost eating your fish." you add. "I'm Y/N, by the way." you state with Steven telling you his name in return.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about each other. Like hobbies and work. Of course Steven just had to ask about all your things, which lead to a tea leaf and tarot reading. The tarot was something about him getting bored with his day to day life but that things will become eventful soon and his life will change. As for the tea leaves, according to you, signaled that he had a big journey ahead of him.

Somehow, his sleep issues came up, to which you got all excited and told him "I have just that thing." and rushed back into your kitchen. When you came bake you had a little bag full of tea and told him that it was a homemade tea that helps with sleep and to just make a cup or two in the case that he can't sleep. If it were anyone else, Steven would have, politely, refused a bag of mystery herb that was claimed to be tea, he also wouldn't have just gone into a strangers house, but you were nice and didn't seem to have any ill intent in your actions.

After that, you and Steven were somewhat close friends and had begun to see each other in passing more frequently. Maybe Steven's even thought of asking you out to lunch sometime.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 6. just one bite

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.

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smau + (1.2k) written work

warnings: cursing as usual, mentions of throwing up. uhh y/n's daddy issues. mentions of choking n biting (still not the fun kind :( )

“LoOK! I fucking hate this stupid pick me ass elephant. Like how selfish can you be, you little bitch!” You grumble for the nth time since starting Barbie as the Island Princess.

“Are you really beefing with an animated elephant right now Y/N?” Jungwon smiles down at your aggravated face. Narrowing your eyes, you sit up from where you had been leaning against Jungwon, turning to give him a sharp look, “And are you really choosing to defend this annoying Miley Cyrus look-alike animated elephant Jungwon?”

“No, no of course I’m not. You’re right she’s being very selfish and a terrible friend” Jungwon says placatingly, pulling you back down to where you had been laying in his arms. You try your best to ignore the small soothing circles his fingers are tracing on your waist and cross your arms with a huff. “I can sense your patronizing tone Yang Jungwon, I see where your loyalties lie.”

Jungwon simply snickers, pinching your cheek playfully, “Y/N I’ve been watching Barbie movies with you for the past five hours, you can’t be mad at me.”

“We’re in my house, on my bed,eating my snacks. I think I have more than a right to be mad at you. Plus you owe me after telling my entire timeline that I smell like Velveeta cheese, you asshole,” you gripe, poking his chest accusingly.

“Did I lie? At least I’m here taking one for the team, cuddling you despite the smell. I’m doing you a service really,” Jungwon teases cheekily. You gasp indignantly, trying to wiggle out of his arms but Jungwon just tightens his grasp on you, shaking you both with the tremors of his laughter as you fail to break out of your cage.

Tired out, you yield, resting your head against his shoulder in surrender. A comfortable silence falls over the pair of you, only the faint sounds from the forgotten movie playing from your laptop. “I do not smell like Velveeta” you whine quietly.

“No you don’t, but I had to keep your twitter dms empty somehow.” Jungwon chuckles, pushing your hair out of your face. “Come on, what do I have to do to gain your forgiveness, hm?”

Jungwon gets a feeling he’s going to regret granting you this opportunity once he sees the conniving smirk spread across your lips.

“Well since you’re offering so nicely, Sunghoon was telling me about how cute you were in highschool and about your famous baby pictures. I wanna see, now please.” You beam up at Jungwon smugly.

With a groan, Jungwon fishes his phone out from his bag and unlocks it, handing it over to you. You cheer in response and immediately begin scrolling through his photo gallery. It’s hard to resist the urge to react to the numerous tempting selfies and pictures you pass by so you don’t, letting compliments and ‘damn you look good here’s fall freely from your lips. Jungwon rewards your praises with a bashful smile, burying his face in your pillows when he gets too flustered.

As you move further up into Jungwon’s gallery you note how his cheeks fill out more and how big and sparkly his eyes looked on his baby face. “Jungwon you were so fucking cute I want to gobble you up oh my god.”

Jungwon rolls over to look at you in amusement, “I thought you still thought I was cute?” he challenges with a tilt of his head.

You wave him off dismissively, “Yeah you're like, cute in an attractive way now but THIS? You were so baby girl, oh my god I want to keep you in my pocket.” You quickly send yourself your favorite pictures, ignoring Jungwon’s feeble protests.

“Alright, that’s enough of me, let me see some of your childhood pictures too, I wanna see tiny Y/N.” Jungwon pinches your side, waiting for your response expectantly.

You rub the back of your neck in contemplation before picking up the neglected laptop and quickly typing in the search, pulling up some old articles. You turn the screen towards Jungwon who watches you curiously.

“Here. I don’t have a lot of childhood pictures, my dad wasn’t really around and my nannies obviously didn’t care about me enough to take any. But I do have these old photos from the occasional competition or recital.” Jungwon’s gaze softens, and he observes the screen silently, taking in your small frame and the stiff smile on your face despite the large trophy in your hand.

“You play the piano? And the violin?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Yeah, I-uh would try really hard at a bunch of different things. Singing, instruments, ballet, even archery. I thought that maybe I’d be able to win over my dad if I was really impressive or something. Clearly it didn’t work, lame, I know,” you admit sheepishly.

“It’s not lame and it is very impressive Y/N, you must’ve worked really hard. I’m proud of you,” Jungwon says firmly. You stare back at him wide-eyed, struggling to swallow the lump that quickly formed at the back of your throat.

“Thanks,” you answer hoarsely and Jungwon nods in approval, facing the screen again to analyze your picture closer.

“You really were cute and tiny, it’s a crime there aren't more pictures of you to see. Why does this dude next to you look so familiar?” Jungwon mumbles absent mindedly.

“You can probably ask my friends for pictures of me in highschool,” you say, leaning in to look at who Jungwon was pointing out, “Oh, that’s Na Jaemin, you know him?”

“The Na Jaemin? Yeah, he’s always trending on the news, something about his company or volunteer work or donating to a charity. There’s no way that guy’s actually real, Sunoo thinks he’s a hiding a secret evil double life,” Jungwon scoffs with a roll of his eyes.

You throw your head back in a guffaw, “Yeah it’s pretty unbelievable but Jaemin’s actually that nice in real life. He’s more Chenle’s friend than mine but he’s always been like that since we were young.”

Jungwon hums in contemplation, noting the golden streaks casting a soft glow across the room and glances out the window at the darkening sky. “I should probably be getting home, I have some homework I need to finish before tomorrow.”

Slumping in disappointment you nod reluctantly, climbing out of bed and extending a hand to Jungwon to pull him up. He gratefully takes it and you walk him to the door, leaning against the wall as he pulls on his shoes. He straightens up and ruffles your hair, “Alright, I’ll see you soon okay Y/N?”

You smile up at him teasingly, “ Aren’t you forgetting something Jungwon?” He stares blankly at you in confusion, before hesitantly pulling you into a hug and pecking your cheek, “Bye?” he tries.

You burst into laughter, stunned by how he had reached the conclusion that a kiss is what you wanted. You pull out Jungwon’s phone from your back pocket and hand it to him, “This is what I meant, but thanks for that Wonnie.”

Jungwon flushes, hiding his face behind his hands and you giggle further at his mortification and choked out apology. Before you can let your nerves get the best of you, you tug Jungwon down by the collar of his shirt, planting a swift kiss of your own on his dimpled cheek.

“Bye Jungwon!” you call out cheerfully, promptly shutting the door on his face. On the other side Jungwon laughs, dragging a hand down his burning face. Staring at the spot where you stood, he shakes his head in disbelief before turning and heading home.

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a/n: jungwon is so clingy w his members, one of his love languages is defo physical touch and it makes me want to cry. next chapter will be all smau (gasps) and the one after that will be hella writing jasd. anyways fuck tika all my homies hate that stupid elephant and I'm seeing NCT DREAM THIS WEEKEND!!1!! screamssss

special thx to my subak for encouraging my delusions and helping w this chapter <3

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Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #209

Brought to you by a marine biologist with different fish, same name...

CLICK HERE FOR THE AC FISH EXPLAINED MASTERPOST!

So, today we will cover the Silver Arowana, and I know what you’re thinking - gee, that sounds familiar. Didn’t we already cover the Arowana way back in like 2020 or whatever? And, yes, we did, but it was a different species, and I’m here to be wildly accurate and complete in my coverage of all the fish and aquatic friends in this franchise, so here we go!

The Silver Arowana first appeared in AC Pocket Camp in June 2021 for Fishing Tourney 39 that featured fish named after precious stones or metals - so that tourney also included the Black Ruby Barb we covered just a few entries ago. The Silver Arowana is a mostly tropical species, native to South American rivers. So, it’s pretty cool ACPC released it in the summer. Makes sense.

Anyway, so we all know that there is a species of Arowana in AC New Horizons - I covered it already and found that one was the Super Red color morph of the Asian Arowana. Both the Asian and Silver Arowanas belong to the same Family of fish - the Osteoglossidae, or the bony tongues. The name is derived from a sharp, toothed bone at the bottom of the mouth that can grind against teeth at the roof of the mouth. The family is tiny, comprised of just the arowanas and arapaimas, for which there are only about 14 species. The arowanas are divided into two Genus - the Scleropages, which is where the Asian Arowana comes from, and Osteoglossum, which today’s Silver Arowana (Osteoglossum bicirrhosum) resides.

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There are two species in Genus Osteoglossum. They are both more ribbon-like, rather than bulky like other arowanas. If you look at the fish side-by-side, you’ll see they have like, the same face but totally different tail ends.

The Silver Arowana also has the funny nickname of “water monkey” because of its habit of jumping out of the water to catch flying prey. Yes - flying prey, like bats, birds, and flying insects, have been found in the stomachs of large specimens. That’s pretty rare though - the silver arowana usually hunts for smaller fish, crustaceans and other aquatic prey that float on or near the surface. You can really tell that this fish hangs out at the surface - its back is very straight and flat and that mouth is pointed almost entirely vertically to suck in prey from below. They also have two short barbels on their lower jaw to feel the vibrations of things landing on the surface. So, yeah, I think this is one of the very few predators we’ve covered that is most adapted to surface hunting like this!

And there you have it! Fascinating stuff, no?

#silver arowana #arowana #fish #freshwater #animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #acpc #science in video games #animal crossing fish explained

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One Piece And Favourite Video Games

Straw Hats:

Luffy - 1, 2, Switch, Eye Toy, and games with motion controls - the faster the better

Zoro - Nioh, Ghost of Tsushima, Sekiro Shadows Die Twice - he loves something with katanas and as high a difficulty as possible

Nami - Payday, Thief, Hitman - stealth but ones where you either get bank or murder people in elaborate ways, as well as Sea of Thieves and she gets the whole crew in on playing

Usopp - he's huge on FPS games, mainly ones that are a power fantasy like Halo, Gears of War, but also loves Sniper Elite games and Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor. The out of left field one though is Risen 2 as he gets to be a captain of his own crew

Sanji - I'll say now he hates Cooking Mama although he's really good at it - he loves Dance Dance Revolution, SIFU, those weird free Steam dating sims, but also loves fishing minigames

Chopper - any and all farming type sims like Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, and if he plays an RPG he can never be mean to anyone and reloads hours of game to make sure he's made the kindest choices

Robin - No Man's Sky, Tomb Raider games, she gets lost in big games to try and find those one of a kind weapons and gear to store in her in-game house - for example Bethsoft RPGs and making her house a museum

Franky - Cyberpunk 2077, The Turing Test etc as can be expected, but also plays a load of Sims titles as it reminds him of his Franky Family, he also plays online games with them where he can

Jinbe - he barely plays any games and has to have a lot explained to him, but he plays alongside others, likes the Buzz quiz games as it tests his knowledge, plays some Mario Kart, and wildly dominates at fighting games but no one knows how or why, even him.

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Hanhawk!Sanji with the crew after he joins. Drawing fish between cooking and taking care of the chores. He starts dating Luffy(of course he does) and they keep it to themselves mostly because the Merry is small and he isn't exactly keen on someone walking in on them. He draws his crew on lazy days and the dishes he makes. The fish and animals he finds. His mom got him into drawing for a good reason so he's going to use it by God.

Sanji enjoying his new friends and being around people his age, even if the mossball makes him frustrated. Everything is still going according to Canon and Sanji knows the two who raised him are from the new world and spent enough time there to not be surprised at what's happening, also they're warlords so like, it's normal. For them it's normal. Sanji knows how to use haki and does, especially when it comes to finding Zoro, his armament can be hit or miss depending on if he remembers it.

Then Sabaody happens and Sanji reads the news about his parents helping Luffy and while he's thankful, he is so fucking thankful. But it was supposed to be the crew. It was supposed to be him. He already has that feeling of being a disappointment for a lot of reasons(giving up swords, his parents not being together because of him, Germa, Judge) so this just compounds on it. He just vows to get stronger and be there in the future. So he does. He learns to skywalk and the attack cuisine and goes through the bridal arts training. He gets stronger and taller.

The crew reunites and still everything is the same. Luffy still loves the idea of sneaking around because it's like playing spies despite the fact they could go sleep in his room. They could do a lot of things in his room. Luffy just loves playing spies too much and Sanji is absolutely weak for the captain. Still everything is normal for the crew as they continue on.

When WCI happens Luffy convinces Nami to marry him and Sanji as they sale to Wano. She's confused, very confused but does it. Sanji then explains to her they've been together since he basically joined the crew and they weren't necessarily hiding it but the Merry was so small and Luffy loves sneaking around like it's a game so they just kept going like that. Sanji thanks her by making her favorite treat and she smiles happily.

Wano happens and Sanji wonders as they leave if his parents are looking at his bounty and wonder why it's not as high as the others and why his last name is back to 'Vinsmoke' when it should be either Mihawk or Hancock. The crew bids their goodbyes to the other crews as they sail on. Eventually they're teaming with the Cross Guild on Karai Bari and while Boa isn't on the poster she is there. After she got away from the Marines and Teach and that whole thing anyway, after the dissolution of the warlord system.

Boa is swooning for Luffy when they arrive and Mihawk is hiding his annoyance but Sanji is rolling his eyes. They're negotiating their attack on Teach and what they could provide to each other to come to an agreement when Usopp looks at Luffy and his whining that he's bored and just wants to fight.

"What is your future spouse going to do with you?" Usopp sighs.

"Future pouts?" Luffy ask.

"'Spouse', like husband or wife." Chopper clarifies.

"I'm already married?" Luffy answers in a questioning tone.

"You never told anyone because you're you, Luffy." Nami sighs.

"Oh, woops." Luffy laughs as Sanji sighs.

"That's also my fault, I assumed he would tell everyone because he's Luffy." Sanji explains as the meeting room goes ballistic. Luffy laughs as he climbs Sanji and Mihawk looks to Boa.

"Well now that you're both married you can stop acting like that." Mihawk chides his wife.

"Are we not going to talk about the fact our son is married?" Boa asks him incredulously.

"I think we need to have several conversations with our son and his newfound husband and their crew." Mihawk answers as he stacks the paperwork and Crocodile joins into the chaotic yelling at the new information, Buggy leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling.

"That's what you were talking about Marineford." The clown says blankly as the chaos rages on.

#hanhawk!sanji #black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #dracule mihawk x boa hancock #mihawk x boa #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #boa one piece #boa hancock #sanlu #lusan #luffy x sanji #sanji x luffy #strawhat pirates #cross guild

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Hi hi can I request the reader making Will Graham play animal crossing and minecraft with them? I think that man would love them especially the fishing in AC!! If you write lil headcanons for this thank you!!! :)

╰┈➤ Synopsis: On his day off, Will finally decides to ask what ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ game it is you’ve been playing on your device.

⠀⠀⠀✎ Note: Yay i love animal crossing!! of course <3⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Please excuse how long this has taken me, I’ve just ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ completed my college course and when this was sent I ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀had exams and assignments I was focusing on, I ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀appreciate the patience (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ)🩷

no TWs, safe headcanons:)

“What is that you’re playing on your…thing?” Will asks, he’d arrived home moments ago from taking the dogs out for a walk, and when he came in he saw you laying down on the sofa, switch held above you, as sounds from Animal Crossing blared out from the handheld device.

You sit up and tilt the switch towards him, as he sits down on the sofa next to you, hands held together pinching his fingers as he usually does. He observes the game closely as you explain to him the mechanics of animal crossing.

“So like, the sims?” Will asks, confused when you let out a little laugh.

No, Will. Not like the sims.

You explain to him that you control your own island along with Tom and Isabel, and you have your own villagers and you can customise how you want your island to look. Will nods along, not too interested.

That is, until you bring up fishing and fossil finding.

Will points out a dark shadow in the water, at which point you excitedly tell him you can fish in the game and discover different kinds of sea creatures.

Will watches intently as you pull out your hefty fishing rod, cast it into the water, and spam the A button repeatedly when the fish hooks itself onto the rod. His eyes widen in admiration as your character pulls out a large, green-ish fish from your islands waters.

“I caught a Sea Bass! No, Wait…It’s at least a C+!” You read out from the screen, as your character proudly presents the sea bass to you and your detective boyfriend. Will let’s out a chuckle and quickly puts his head in his hands. “So stupid”, he jokingly scoffs, in response to the poor fish joke.

“Okay, you try.” You say as you push the switch into Wills hands. He takes a minute to adjust to the controls, running around and switching equipment until he finally lands back on the fishing rod. He wanders around the islands streams until he sees a small shadow.

“How do I do it??” He asks, looking over at you, as you guide him on what buttons to press. Eventually he figures it out and casts his rod into the waters, spamming the A button until the watery beast is tamed and pulled out by your character.

“I caught a goldfish. It’s worth it’s weight in fish.” Will nods at the screen before turning his head to look at you. “And they say that every time?” He asks, jokingly uninterested as you playfully push him.

Will then, like the true boomer he has hidden deep within him, accidentally presses the home button and exits out the game. Hes about to hand the switch back to you before he spies a different game.

“Minecraft.” He says. “And what is that?”

You take the switch back from him, save your animal crossing game and switch to minecraft. You take a few minutes explaining this game to him, about the building, mining, farming, and the fishing. Will takes much more of an interest this time, seemingly wanting to play and attempt to build and mine something.

You take notice in his interest and exit out the game and into the profile settings. “Look” you say with a sweet smile, “Ill make you a profile here, and, if i’m not using my switch, you can log in and play any game here.”

“Sounds good!” Will replies, nodding. Once the profile has been completed he gently takes the switch from your hands. “And what is this called again?” He asks, pointing down to it.

“A Nintendo Switch” you laugh.

“Hmmm.” will replies, clicking on the animal crossing game. “Why don’t we say it’s my turn with the Nintendo switch for now?” he asks, with a sly smile, before turning the tv on for you to watch.

“Ill fix us dinner when it’s your turn again” He compromises, with a kiss to your forehead

#nbc will graham #will graham headcanons #will graham #will graham x reader #nbc hannibal

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When does a trait become an animal trait, and not a human one?

This is a conversation I had with a really good friend of mine in the community. And i thought it would be a good topic to discuss! This is purely how I personally differentiate a human trait from an animal one. You are welcome to think differently and share your own opinions on the matter!

//When I mention humans, I also consider close human ancestors.//

So... how does a trait differentiate between being human or animal? Well, that all depends on the extent OF that trait, desire or behaviour.

For example, humans can experience the desire to eat meat, vegetation, insects, eggs, fish and other foods. Raw OR cooked. So. When does that desire extend towards animals? Well, if you desire to eat meat, straight from the animal with your mouth. Bones, guts, skin, flesh, and all. Then that would definitely be more animal than human. Its not necessarily the lack of utensils or rawness of the meat. But rather how, where and what you eat from the animal. Humans don't typically desire to kill the animal with their barehands/mouths and then devour each part straight from the carcass. Perhaps our ancestors from MILLIONS AND MILLIONS of years ago. But not a typical human being alone.

As for vegetation, if you desire to graze on grass, chew twigs and bark, or eat leaves all day, it would more likely be animal than human. Humans may eat or drink wheatgrass, they may desire vegetables raw and fresh from the garden, or edible and tasty plants out in nature. Vegatables and edible plants could be questionable and hard to distinguish. But there is still an extent that is crossed when it comes to knowing if its human or animal.

Hunting is done by humans and animals. But animals are the only ones who would do so with their teeth and claws. Rather than guns, knives, or even hands, like human would. Hunting depends especially on HOW you desire to hunt. Thats what'll help you distinguish the difference.

Climbing trees could be for both. But only animals would desire to make nests on them, or scratch the bark with their claws, or swing from branch to branch... sure apes, a close enough species to humans, do this. And some could argue humans want to as well. It all depends on the collection of behaviours that make up your identity.

Another example could be living in a den. Many humans lived in small den-like homes throughout history. You've got igloos, huts, tents, tepees, wigwams, roundhouses. All small dwellings that could explain the desire to live in small spaces. But it becomes an animal trait if you desire to have nothing more than a dirt den in the roots of trees, or tunnels beneath the earth. No bed, no kitchen, no blankets, no shelves, no nothing.

So, in short, if you need to know if a behaviour, trait or urge is animal or human, ask yourself these questions below;

• How far does this behaviour extend? Does it go past what a human would typically experience?

• How do I wish to do this action? Is it more like a human, or an animal?

• How do humans/animals experience this behaviour differently?

• Did ancestors of humans do this? (As it can be residual instinct that early humans have, thats been carried throughout our evolution. In the same way domestic dogs still experience wolf instinct, or cats like their feline ancestors.)

• And if a behaviour is as human as it is animal, you can confirm which it is, if it goes along with a variety of other animal traits. Basically, looking at all the traits collectively to see if it fits with the rest.

If you have anything to add, feel free to do so! 🌿

#alterhuman #otherkin #therian #therians #therianthrope #therianthropy #coyote therian #bear therian #wolf therian

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swtstrwbrris · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 when you're ready ; nanase haruka 𓆩♡𓆪

request: hello! I hope you're doing good!! I'm not sure if I'm doing this right ... I love your work and writing style and I wanna request a soft Haruka nanase fluff, please? where the reader takes care of him when he's sick and he realises that tbh he's really loved and cared for, or something along the lines of that.

summary: neither you or haru were someone who expressed much through words, so the thought that you were dating each other amazed you at times. Regardless, you found other ways to express you admiration for him, even if he struggled to return the feelings. It finally hit him how much love you've been showering him and he wanted to let you know, just how much he was thankful of being loved by someone like you.

pairing: time skip!haruka nanase x female!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff

warning: reader shows motherly figure

a/n: I was listening to When you're ready by Shawn Mendes and suddenly got inspired to write something similar. From all the dramas and anime I've seen, the male is almost always the one expressing their devotion and willingness to wait for the female to express or return their feelings, but what if, the roles are switched?

"So you're telling me," You opened your door, being greeted by the Kisumi with his cheerful, innocents smile. "you got into a snow fight?" Crossing you arms, you could see Haru hiding behind Kisumi's figure, avoiding your angered eyes.

"It was a just a friendly snowball fight to bring back out childhood days." The bright male shrugged his shoulders, not finding a problem.

You leaned at the door frame. "But I asked Haru to help me get some vegetables for dinner?"

"Oh... He didn't mention anything about that when I asked him." You mentally face palmed. Some times you wonder if you're dealing with a child or young adult when it comes to Kisumi. "He told me he's finding the tree of doom." You froze, trying to make sense of what the salmon pink haired just said. Before you could question him further, he turned around to face Haru, where your eyes almost jumped out of its sockets. He was standing there, shirtless.

"So let me explain what happened." Kisumi read your expression but before he was able to start. You grabbed Haru's arm, pulling him back instead. "Or Haru could do the explaining." You closed the door on Kisumi, yelling a goodbye and thanks as you continued to dragged your nearly frozen lover to the bathroom, running the warm bathwater. His hand was freezing but he remained quiet. He took in your figure, swishing your hand in the water, trying to get the right temperature. You were cooking dinner and wanted to add some vegetables and include some fiber but when you opened his fridge, it there was only fish, canned fish, frozen fish or, well, more fish. You kindly asked if Haru could quickly run to the store to grab some broccoli, which he hesitated at first but gave in, knowing that you've been trying to get him to consume more veggies for his health.

You were more open and vocal compared to Haru which was surprising when he accepted your feeling upon your confession. You were someone that wasn't afraid to speak up, to say what's on your mind and in particular, to let Haru know how much you loved him. Haru was someone who was the complete opposite of you but you didn't mind that from him. You understood his quiet and stoic nature yet regardless, you found yourself falling head over heads for how passionate about his goal and his drive for success. You wanted to do nothing more but to support him and let him know what no matter what happens, you'll always be by his side. Though deep down inside, sometimes you wished that Haru would be more expression or affective but you pushed away that selfish desire, trying to cherish what you have now, and letting Haru decide when he's ready to step out of his comfort zone.

Haru secretly admired your strong mentality and how you carried yourself. You never failed to impress him with the things you do and how determined you are when you have your mind set on things or towards the people you truly cherish and love. Haru had to admit, he was sometimes jealous of you. Jealous of how you can say whatever is on your mind and to his surprised, he sometimes wondered, why did you choose to date him, of all people? But he doesn't dare to ask. Haru was beyond thankful to have you in his life. You never pushed him out his limits or made him change who his is. You’ve always been supporting him, encouraging him to do the best he can be, and no matter what happens, he was always number one in your heart. He tries very hard to be more expressive towards you but unfortunately, all the times he's been practicing in the mirror just isn't enough for him to express it in person as he always end up backing our last minute. You have reminded him multiple times, assuring him that there wasn't any need to push himself to do the things he weren't comfortable with and he wouldn't be more in love with how understanding you are however, it didn't feel right. It didn't feel right that you were always the one giving, and he was only receiving. It didn't feel right that it almost felt one-sided and it most definitely didn't feel right that if Haru didn't say what he's been wanting to say for so long, one day, you might just slip off his fingers.

"Here, the water is at the perfect temperature for you." You swirled your hand in the water, feeling the warmth. You shook off the excess water before wiping it on your apron. Haru quietly steps in, letting out a relieved sigh as he sinks in, closing his lids. You kneeled outside the tub beside him, observing his features and just how handsome he looked. You couldn't help but to trace your fingers over his features, as his eyes slowly open to meet yours. "Haru..." You whispered, his motions underwater almost overlapping your voice. He takes a hold of your wrist, nuzzling his damp cheek against it.

"I'm sorry-"

You cut off his apology. "Trees of doom? Really? Last week you called them veggie farts." You questioned with a soft chuckle. "Haru, you really need to fix this undressing habit of yours. Especially in the winter, when it's like -20C outside! You're going to get sick!" You started your nag. Haru couldn't help but to softly smile at your furrowed brows when you expressed your worries.

"Y/N." He tried to get your attention. "I'm not going to get sick." He reassured.

"If I hadn't dragged you back into the house any faster, you'll freeze up into ice!" You pouted.

"Kisumi started it." He went on explaining how he saw Kisumi and Makoto together to buy gifts for Makoto's younger siblings. In your part, you would say Haru just jealous but you kept quiet, knowing you won't hear the end of it from him. "So yeah, Kisumi provoked me."

You giggled at his angered expression. He truly does cherish the people he loves you thought to yourself. "But that doesn't mean you have to strip half naked." You try to prove your point. "Playing in the snow half naked is just out of the question!" You stood up about to head out back into the kitchen when he got a hold of your arm.

"I told you to not worry." He gave you a peck on the forehead. His lips were still cold. "I'm not going to get sick."

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You carried a bowl of warm water, placing it on the nightstand as you dipped a towel, twisting away the excess water before gently wiping away the sweat on your feverish lover. "What a surprised. I'm always swimming in cold water and all, how did I caught a cold now?" He had his lids closed as you wiped across his forehead. His voice was soft and weak.

"I'm not surprised. Just a little disappointed." He didn't have to open his eyes to already know the expression you had on your face. Your face was filled with worry the moment you noticed Haru shivering, even after stealing your blankets. "At least your fever is coming down" He tiredly lets out a hum. You kneeled down beside the bed, resting your head on your arm as you stared at his face, wincing time to time from muscle soreness. When Haru gets sick, his whole body almost shuts down. You felt his hand moving, searching for yours as you intertwined your fingers in his, kissing the top of his hand. "You know how worried I get when you're sick Haru." You rubbed your thumb against his skin.

"I know..." He slowly fluttered his eyes opened, turning to face you. His lips were paled and his eyes were filled of tiredness. "I'm sorry, Y/N." You reached for head, gently patting his head.

"Try getting some sleep, alright? I'm going to make some congee for you." You stood up, snuggling him in before you quietly closed the door, heading to the kitchen to start making his meal. Kisumi called to apologize and to check up on Haru to see if he's alright since he also caught a cold. You called his coach to let him know Haru's condition and that he'll need a few days off to recover.

You added to vegetables into the boiling pot before opening the cabinets to see if there's any medication left and too your surprised, you were all out. Tippy toeing back into your shared room, you quietly changed into some warmer clothing before walking back out, quickly glancing at Haru who was peacefully sleeping. You opened the door to a gust of wind and snow blowing into the house. You totally forgot about the snowstorm today but Haru's health was your priority.

You hurried to the convivence store to grab some medication along with snacks that Haru liked before heading home when the smell of something burning alarmed you. You forgot to turn off the stove before you left. You dropped your bag and ran over to the stove, turning off the heat and removing the lid before it overflows when you suddenly felt a shock of pain on your palm. You burnt yourself from the pot lid. Dropped the lid, forgetting that Haru was possibly still sleeping and ran your hand under water, hissing at the contact with the water. You mixed the congee, letting out a sigh that it wasn't burnt. Removing your jacket you went to get the first aid kit to apply some ointment onto your palm before wrapping it. It had a tingling sensation but you needed to make sure Haru eats and takes his medicine. You sliced up some fruit before placing them on a tray, heading to his room when you saw him in the hallway.

"Did something happen?" Haru's complexion looked a lot better after sleeping. His eyes travelled to the tray your holding.

"Oh, it's nothing. Let's go back to the room so you can eat and sleep after."

"I'll eat in the living room. I'm feeling a lot better after sleeping." He takes the tray from you, carrying it to the coffee table before taking a seat on the floor, you sitting beside him. He started eating, letting out a smile as your cooking never fails to impress him. "It's really good."

"Eat more then." You smiled, unconsciously running your hands through his hair. He stops and turns to you.

"What happened to your hand?" He takes a hold of your wrist, eyes widen at they covered palm. You tried pulling it back but his grip was too strong, even for someone who's sick.

"I just burnt myself a little when I was cooking, it's nothing." You tried to reassure him but it doesn't look like it got to him.

"Did you go out?" You followed his eyes behind you to the bag you abandon on the floor when you went to save the congee. "Where did you go in this weather?"

"We were out of medicine so I went to go get some at the convivence store." You stood up to get the bag, taking out the medicine

"Didn't you hear about the snowstorm today?" You looked up to his furrowed brows. "There was even a warning."

"Don't you worry. When it comes to the both of us, you know who dresses more accordingly to the weather." He knew he couldn't disagree, because you were always reminding him to bring a jacket when it's chilly or an umbrella when it rained. "I needed to get you medicine, that's why."

"You could've waited until the storm passes."

"When you're running with a fever and in pain? You know I'll never let that happen." His head dropped in defeat, feeling a little disappointed that you went out in such a horrible weather just to get medication. "Haru, you know how much you mean to me." You held his cheeks, lifting his face so you could look into his ocean blue eyes. "It doesn't matter what time of day, what weather condition, or whatever the problem is, you are always my number one priority." It then hits him. Just how much you cared for him. How much you treasure and adore him. The realization finally comes to Haru, and his heart couldn't stop glowing with love.

"Thank you." He softly smiles. You could feel his cheeks heating up as you automatically felt his forehead.

"Oh no, is your fever coming back again?!" You started to panic but Haru gently places his hand on your lap, trying to get you to calm down.

"Y/N..." He looked to the side, trying to organize his thoughts. "I... You are my number one priority also." You froze, trying to recollect what he just said.

Nervously laughing you gently slapped his shoulder. "Ok Haru, I think this fever is really getting you to. I'm going to get some water so you can eat your medicine. You turn to stand up before landing back on the ground. Haru's arms wrapped you as felt his warmth on your back. Your heart was pounding from his intimate actions. This was definitely something he would not do. Something way out of his comfort zone. "Haru? Are you okay?"

He rests his chin on your shoulder. "You've always been patient with me." You slowly nodded. "You also never failed to let me know how much you love me." His grip around you waist tightens. "If only you knew the amount of times I've tried to do the same." You fingers lightly touch his arm. "I know you told me that you'll wait for when I'm ready. And after all this time, I finally realized something for myself." You quietly waited for him to finished, knowing that he's organizing his thoughts. "I've come to realize just how much I am in love with you."

"Haru you don't-"

"No, Y/N. You don't understand how much I've been wanting to let you know. The amount of times I whispered it to you when you're asleep yet I still can't say it to you face to face frustrated it. The fact that whenever you told me you loved me, I hated myself for not being able to tell you I felt the same." You could hear his voice shaking and turned to face him, gently rubbing his shoulder. He slowly inched closer to your face. "I imagine myself looking to you in the eyes, deeply in love and finally letting all my feelings out for you." You couldn't help but to smile. Maybe this fever of his has him feeling more brave. "Thank you for waiting all this time, Y/N. I love you." He rests his hand on the side of your face, slowly bringing your face closer to his. His eyes staring down at your lips.

As much as you didn't want to ruin this sweet memorable moment, you covered his lips with your palm. "Take your medication and recover." You smirked as his face reddens up from embarrassment. "Then I'll let you finish what you wanted to do." You leaned up to kiss his forehead. "And promise me, no more stripping half naked." He chuckles, nodding his head obediently. You opened your arms for him to gladly fall and snuggle into.

"No matter how long. I'll always be patiently waiting for you."

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