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hisui-dreamer · 9 months

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his cleaner shrimp

Pairing: Floyd Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: you had only meant to help him once, but he attached himself to you straight away

Tags: fluff, comfort, humour(?), Floyd calls you shrimpy, mentions of blood, Floyd and Jade fought, bot proofread

Word count: 1.5k+

Notes: more floyd fluff! this fic was originally angst can u believe it anyways i was inspired to do a classic shoujo manga scene hehe

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'I did nothin' wrong!' Floyd thought to himself.

In the shadowed back alley, Floyd sat curled up against the wall, his emotions roiling like a stormy sea after a heated confrontation with Jade. Anger still boiled within him, but the sting of his injuries dampened his spirit.

His left cheek was swollen and discolored, a vivid shade of purple and blue, with a raw, angry red spot where Jade's knuckles had landed with force. A small cut near his eyebrow oozed blood, giving his face a gritty and battle-worn appearance. His knuckles were bruised and bloodied as well, the skin was broken in places from the forceful punches he had thrown.

He nursed his wounded pride, nursing his bruised ego, and found solace in the alleyway alone, away from prying eyes. If anyone had dared to even look at him funny, they would be met with a fierce glare from his mismatched eyes, as if daring them to challenge him to a second fight.

But it seemed his glare wasn't intimidating enough, as your shadow started approaching him, prompting him to look up from the floor. You were a small thing in Floyd's eyes, not the best target for a fight, and definitely easy to throw around.

'Pshh... Just small fry...' he thought as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Uhh, hey there," you said hesitantly, holding out a plastic bag Floyd could only assume contained first aid supplies from the red symbols. "I couldn't help but notice you're hurt. Your injuries might get infected if you leave them untreated."

Floyd's initial gruffness wavered slightly as he glanced at you, surprised by your concern. But he didn't want anyone's pity or help, especially not from a stranger. "I don't need any help from small fry like you," he retorted, trying to sound tough and dismissive. "I'm not that weak."

Still, you continued taking steps closer, kneeling down next to him to stare directly into his eyes. "Even strong people can get infections, you know," you said, a wry smile playing on your lips. "It'll hurt more then, so it's better to have it treated now."

Floyd hesitated, torn between his pride and the growing realization that he did need help. Perhaps it was the adrenaline passing, but he could feel his bloodied hand throbbing in sharp pain. He cast a hesitant glance in your direction, taking in the softness and understanding in your face. In that moment, he decided to let his guard down, just for a little bit.

"Fine, whatever," he mumbled, begrudgingly extending his injured hand toward you.

Your touch was gentle and sure, and as you cleaned the wounds and applied antiseptic, you made sure to warn him of the incoming sting, though he seemed unaffected by it all. Despite his efforts to stay aloof, Floyd found himself feeling strangely comforted by your presence. As you continued to patch him up, he felt a warmth spreading through his body, a soft and fuzzy feeling that he couldn't explain. He wondered if that was the infection you had warned him about, but it didn't feel bad or painful; instead, it felt like a balm for his tired soul.

With your curiosity getting the better of you, you couldn't help but ask about the cause of the fight.

"So, what happened?"

Floyd looked at you, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, he hesitated. However, the trust he had found in your compassion made him open up.

"Shrimpy's curious, huh..." he replied with a small smile. "Okay, I'll tell ya, but only cuz you're Shrimpy."

You blinked at the peculiar nickname, amused and intrigued. "Shrimpy? Is that... me?"

He nodded happily, a hint of mischief in his eyes. You couldn't help but smile wryly at the odd choice of nickname.

"I had a fight with my brother," Floyd finally admitted, his smile fading into a pout.

"It's Jade's fault!" he yelled, his frustration evident in his voice. "He kept using those weird ingredients in his cooking, even though I hate 'em! I kept tellin' him, but he didn't even listen."

He paused, his voice turning quieter as he continued, "So I broke one of his terrariums to make him stop, but he got really angry..."

You listened attentively, humming as you carefully cleaned the wound on his face. "And so you two fought... I understand how that could be frustrating," you said softly. "You know, cooking takes a lot of time and effort... I'm sure your brother just wanted you to enjoy it like he does."

Floyd glanced at you, his mismatched eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. He couldn't ignore the gut feeling that maybe you were right.

"Yeah, maybe he did," he conceded, a hint of contemplation in his voice. "But it's still annoying he doesn't listen to me."

You nodded, understanding his frustrations. "Of course, it's not nice that Jade disregarded your feelings," you replied gently. "But you should respect his feelings too. Breaking his terrarium wasn't the right way to handle it."

Your words struck a chord with Floyd, and he felt a pang of remorse for his impulsive actions. He knew better than anyone else how much time and effort Jade devoted to caring for his cherished terrariums, often staying up late into the night to tend to them.

"Aww man... Shrimpy's right," he muttered, feeling the weight of his mistake. "Jeez, what do I do now?"

You offered a reassuring smile, glad that his anger had dissipated. "It's never too late to make things right. The best place to start is always an apology," you suggested. "There, all done," you murmured as you finished placing an island dressing bandage on his face, a smile forming on your face at the job well done.

Floyd, meanwhile, stared at you in a daze, your close proximity allowing him to notice all the little details on your face. He felt his cheeks warm as a gentle affection slowly bubbled inside him. Your genuine care and gentle touch had triggered something deep within him, and he found himself feeling drawn to your presence.

"Floyd!" a familiar voice broke him out of his daze. "There you are!"

Jade stood at the front of the alley, slightly panting as if he had been rushing around. You nudged Floyd gently, having recognized that the man must be his brother, and gave him a reassuring nod.

Floyd glanced at his brother, momentarily torn between his pride and guilt. But he took a deep breath and stepped forward, his voice steady as he said, "Jade, sorry... I shouldn't have broken your terrarium, and it was wrong..." He confessed. "But I don't want to eat any of those weird things again!" he exclaimed with a pout.

Jade's initial surprise gave way to a soft smile, appreciating Floyd's rare willingness to apologize and make amends.

"I understand, Floyd," Jade replied, his tone more understanding now. "And I apologise as well. I should have listened to you and respected your preferences."

Floyd's pout softened as he realized that his brother was willing to meet him halfway. "Really?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

Jade nodded. "Yes, really. Though I do not wish to, I will stop using mushrooms for your meals."

"Wait..." you blurted, turning to look at Floyd. "This whole time, the weird ingredients you've been talking about are mushrooms?"

At he nodded furiously, your incredulous expression only intensified. "But mushrooms are so delicious! Why would you hate them?"

Before Floyd could even start to complain, Jade approached you and clasped both of you hands, his eyes alit with surprise and excitement. "I'm delighted to meet a fellow mushroom lover! Would you like to join me on a mushroom foraging trip in the mountains?"

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. As you tried to muster up a response, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you backward to meet his sturdy chest. It was Floyd, and you could feel his warmth and presence enveloping you, his chin resting on top of your head, his hair tickling your forehead.

"No way! Go get your own Shrimpy! This one's mine!" Floyd exclaimed, his arms tightening around you possessively to prove his point.

Jade's lips spread into a wide smile, his sharp teeth showing playfully. "Now now, Floyd, I do believe you've broken a precious terrarium of mine," he hummed as he tapped his chin thoughtfully. "It's only fair that you give me something for reparations."

"Nuh-uh! As if I'd let you steal my Shrimpy!" Floyd said. In a fluid motion, he picked you up and started running off with you, while you scrambled to hold on tight to him.

You couldn't help but squeal as the unexpected playfulness unfolded. "W-wait! Floyd! Put me down!"

"Nope! You're my cleaner Shrimpy now! I'm not lettin' you go!" Floyd declared, his voice lighthearted and full of joy.

Maybe you should have been more concerned by his words, but you found yourself so captivated by his joyful and innocent laugh, that you couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles with him.

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#for anyone who doesn't know #moray eels have symbiotic relationships with shrimps #so they'll have a cleaner shrimp that'll clean their teeth #while the eels protect them #so i was inspired by that haha #twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland floyd #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

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breathlesslink · 7 months

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Chapter Nine — New Phase

t.o.c ; << | >>

Link could have been back earlier, but he needed a minute.

Nothing could have prepared him for the Divine Beast. He expected fighting, but puzzles? He didn't think he'd also have to use his brain instead of just his brawn, but that made some sense since the shrines were also predominately puzzles.

The small underlings of Ganon's weren't difficult. Just little sentries, designed to look like mini guardians. The creature of malice that had defeated Mipha, however, was different.

She called it 'Waterblight Ganon', a small manifestation of his power sent to destroy the Champions and claim the beasts as his own like he did the other Ancient technologies. Link could see how a monster like that would be difficult to beat.

After Vah Ruta traveled her way to a spot to aim her beam at Hyrule Castle, Link took a break.

He sat on the grass next to the Beast, staying there long after Mipha's spirit had disappeared.

His chest felt heavy. Grief was already a strange emotion— he'd known that from when he lost his parents. But to grieve someone you don't remember meeting? He didn't even know what he was grieving. Mipha was apparently a close friend, consoling him on the days when Zelda became a bit too much to handle.

He remembered her, but only a bit. He knew that he knew her. He knew that they were close, but that was it. To learn that she had crafted the Zora Armor he wore because she wanted to marry him—

The Zora Armor.

You would think it looked so cool. He had to get back and show you. He knew you would love to hear about what happened.

Link groaned and stretched, sore from the fighting and dreading the trek back to the Domain. But he was excited too, to see you again and tell you about everything that happened.

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A delicious smell wafted through the openings of the inn as you and Kodah worked tirelessly over the cooking pot, countless servings of seafood paella being churned out as word of Vah Ruta's defeat began to spread.

Zora's noticed her return to her original place high above the Kingdom hours ago, but Link had yet to come back. You tried to ignore the anxiety that rested deep in your stomach and focus on the dinner in front of you, but you couldn't help but watch the front of the Domain as you helped serve the Zora citizens their feast.

"Staring isn't going to make him magically appear, you know." Kodah teased. You rolled your eyes.

"I'm just a little worried. Vah Ruta has been fine for a few hours now. What if he's so injured that he can't make it back?"

"I think you're full of blubber." Kodah scooped another serving of paella for a Zora in line. "You of all people know that he's supposed to defeat Ganon. Do you really think he'd let something like this get him so easily?"

Considering he almost died before, maybe.

But you didn't want to say that, so instead you shrugged, tossing in another batch of shrimp to the pot.

"I put my full faith in him. But he's still Hylian at the end of the day. He's mortal. Might not be dead, but he could be hurt."

"You say you don't doubt me, but it sure sounds like you do."

There was a beat of silence as you processed the third voice that joined the conversation, and then your ladle fell to the ground.

You whipped around, unable to contain the smoke that stretched across your face as you rushed towards Link. He had a grin of his own, but it quickly faded into a look of surprise as you practically tackled him to the ground in a tight hug. Link took the brunt of the fall as you landed on top of him, but if it hurt he didn't show it. Instead he hugged you back, his arms sliding around your waist and squeezing. His cheek rested on your head.

"What took you so long! Are you okay?" You pulled away only a few inches to inspect him, but seeing as though he seemed fine you returned to your spot under his chin.

"Just needed a breather. Solving a bunch of puzzles and fighting an entity that's just a mini Ganon takes a lot out of you.

"And I bet the puzzles were harder than the fight." You snorted.

"That's just rude." Link playfully shoved you off of him, sticking his nose in the air. He didn't deny it. "What is that smell? I'm starving."

As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. You laughed and stood up, offering your hand to him. Link took it and hoisted himself up, the task a bit more difficult with how tired he was.

"Kodah and I made a huge seafood paella dinner for everyone to celebrate. We made sure to make enough for you when you came back."

"Oh my goddess, really?" Link's mouth watered as he watched you scoop a serving for him. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me."

You slightly flushed, but ignored his comment in favor of making your own plate and informing Kodah of your departure to eat with Link. You led him to a more secluded area, away from the crowds, figuring that he'd had enough of the socialization for a while. You certainly had.

You watched as Link took a tentative bite of the paella before diving in. You couldn't help but laugh. "You're gonna choke if you don't slow down."

"You go do the shit I did and then tell me that again."

"I would, but you said I'm not allowed." You joked, playfully pouting.

Link rolled his eyes. "Right. And after experiencing it, my rule still stands. If anything, it stands even stronger."

"Really? It was that bad, huh?"

"Uh, some parts were." He put down his utensils for a second. "It's draining, that's for sure. I, uh, saw the old Champion."

"Mipha?" Sidon had given you the rundown after returning from Link.

"Yeah. I remembered her. It sucked, but in like a different way than usual." You stayed silent, so he continued. "Like, obviously I knew her and was close with her. So I should be grieving her death, right? Except, I'm not because I don't remember her. So I only feel guilty now, because I feel like I should feel worse about it and that makes me feel even worse but in a different way. And it doesn't make any sense but—"

Link's rambling was cut off as you laid your hand on his. His eyes shot up to meet yours, the calming aura reflecting in them helping to soothe him a bit.

"Link, your circumstances are one in a million. There's a lot of things that should have happened, or ways that things should be, but guess what? It didn't happen. You've got to navigate an entirely new life— you're still in the same body as 100 years ago, but everything is different now. The land, the times, even you seem more different than how you described how you used to be. You told me that you never talked, but now you're so talkative.

Maybe 100 years ago you'd grieve properly, but even then is there even a right way to grieve? Everyone handles it differently. You feel guilty for not remembering her, right?"

Link nodded, averting his eyes in shame. You squeezed his hand.

"From what you do remember, do you think she'd want you to be sad about it? Or do you think she'd want you to just think about the happy times you can remember?"

"Definitely the happy times." He had a far-away look in his eyes, probably playing the few memories he does have of Mipha in his head. "She was always about being strong and looking on the bright side."

"And she believed that you fit her mindset so similarly that she wanted to marry you! You, of all people. Marriage material? I don't know about that—"

"Hey! I'll let you know I'd make a perfect husband." Link huffed and sent a grin your way. "It's not like I would've married her anyways. When I remember her, I get the feeling that I loved her as more of a sister than anything. I didn't even know about the Armer being made."

"And what cool armor it is." You laughed.

You'd brought up the marriage subtly, wanting to get Link's input on it without him teasing you for caring so much. When Sidon told you of Mipha's story, you questioned whether Link returned her feelings or not. You hated to admit, but you were definitely a little jealous. Not in a romantic way, of course.

In more of a "You're my first friend in a very long time and I don't want anyone else to have your attention" kind of way. Yeah. You had one more question to curb your jealous curiosity for the day, though.

"If not Mipha, what about Zelda? Isn't it like a fairy tale come true for a princess and her knight to fall in love?"

"No," Link laughed and shook his head, as if it was some absurd idea. "Zelda hated me up until a few days before Ganon attacked, I'm pretty sure. Plus, she was into some other knight at the castle. That's another reason why she was so mad that I was her knight and he wasn't."

"Oh come on." You felt better, but now you just wanted to tease. "There's no way a guy like you wasn't drowning in women."

Link flushed, and you bit back a laugh. "N-no! I told you, I didn't even talk to anyone! I was so focused on being a knight, and then being the Champion, I didn't have time for anything else."

"You for sure had women eyeing you. There's no way you didn't. You're too handsome for that."

Link continued to flush. He'd mentioned many times before that in the past, the burden of protecting Hyrule kept him stoic and quiet, but you had to tease him. His social skills were never entirely up to par.

"Stop messing with me." He finally let go of your hand and grabbed his utensils again to finish the paella. "What did you do when I was gone?"

You looked at your plate for a split second, trying to make a decision on what to say. Link would be so upset if you fought a monster alone, but you would like to think he'd also be proud.

You remembered moments before the fight, when the Yiga member taunted you from the trees. He beckoned you back to Gerudo under potentially false promises of knowing your brother's location.

"I just healed. Rested and went on a walk or two to keep my muscles from getting stiff."

"That's it?" Link didn't sound convinced. "Very unlike you to actually listen to Doctor's orders."

"Yeah, well," You paused for a second, trying to think of literally anything to defend yourself. Sometimes, telling the truth is the best lie you could create. "I just didn't want to hold you back from any more of the journey, so I wanted to get better as soon as possible."

Nobody ever said it had to be the truth of the current situation.

"Oh please," Link waved his hand, "I'd carry you on my back across Hyrule if I had to."

You didn't have a solid response to that and you were nearly certain Link was unaware of the feeling he just gave you in the pit of your stomach. You needed to change the subject.

"How long do you think it'll be until we reach Gerudo?"

"I was planning on hitting Elden next since its closer. Any reason why?"

Bad change of subject.

"Uh, I just miss my family there a bit. But if we're going to Elden first, I can wait. No worries."

You wouldn't show that it was indeed major worries, but perhaps when Link was off fighting the Divine Beast on Death Mountain you could scout another Yiga soldier and make them give you more information. It didn't feel right doing all of this behind his back, but you were feeling more and more desperate to reach Hiro with every passing moment, especially now that you knew your next move.

You always worked best alone during the little missions that the Yiga had sent you out on. It was taking all of your self-restraint to not just up and leave now to find Hiro, but you also felt a sense of responsibility towards Link. Like it was your own personal mission to protect him from the Yiga and any other threat that may come to him during his mission.

You knew the minute you realized who he was that your old way of life would no longer work. You needed to adapt and find new ways to solve your issues in your new phase of life.

Your new phase with Link by your side.

#botw link #breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #link x reader #daruk #fanfic #revali #urbosa #mipha #zelda #botw link x reader #loz link x reader #botw #botw x reader #loz #loz x reader

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peachypinksoul · 2 years

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In her arms pt. 3

Characters: Ganyu, Hu Tao, Kokomi, Yoimiya, Keqing, Lumine, Ningguang ×gn! reader

Genre: Fluff

Walking through a busy street filled with noise, you can't help but notice a blue-haired girl barely keeping her eyes open from constant fatigue. As you get closer, you'll recognize her as Ganyu, who is once again trying to take on as many responsibilities as possible that are too difficult to perform in one day. Using all your charisma and charm, you convince her to take a short break from work. Having found a quiet meadow near the city, you decide to lie down right on the grass, enjoying the smell of flowers growing nearby. Snuggling closer to you, she puts her head on your shoulder while you gently take her hand in yours, interlacing your fingers in a strong lock. So you enjoy time alone with each other, away from all the problems and responsibilities.

This never-discouraged girl always finds a new way to play a trick on you, and you never stop falling for her innocent pranks. So this time you couldn't hold back a startled cry when Hu Tao sneaked up to you to put her hand on your shoulder and whisper an innocent "Boo" in your ear. You were about to throw off her hand to show your displeasure with such jokes, when she suddenly clung to you with her whole body, wrapping her arms around your waist, after which she apologized in a low voice for scaring you so much. After standing there for a couple of minutes, she pulls away, leaving a barely noticeable kiss on your earlobe.

Despite her attempts to listen carefully to your story about what happened during the day, Kokomi simply cannot resist the tiredness that had been growing for all day. With difficulty keeping her eyelids open, she tries to get into the essence of the sentence you just said. This girl has to spend a lot of time away from you, so at least the remaining time before going to bed she tries to devote to you. But after just a minute you look at her and notice how sweetly she is snoring on your shoulder, throwing her arm over you. You smile when you see how beautiful her sleeping expression is: so innocent that you want to take all the work on yourself, just to give her some time to rest. Throwing a blanket over the two of you, you soon fall asleep too.

Every time you meet, Yoimiya is as happy, as if you haven't seen each other for ages. And as soon as she sees you in the crowd of passers-by, she waves her hand at you and runs towards to quickly get in your cozy and warm embrace. With your arms wide open, you catch her on the run and spin with her, forgetting about all the people around. Holding tightly on to your neck, she gives in to emotions and does not hold back laughter from happiness to be with you. Only when you see a wide smile on her face, you involuntarily start laughing in response. Having lowered her to the ground, she immediately takes you by the hand, taking you to the city center, along the way telling how many interesting things happened while she was away.

This hardworking girl just can't tear herself away from work for a second, which is why you don't see each other as often as you would like. Because of it almost every day you drag Keqing out from her desk under the pretext of having lunch together. On the way out of town, she asks where you are actually taking her, because you have already passed by all the available restaurants in Li Yue. To which you just smile mysteriously. After walking a little more, you come out to an incredibly beautiful place that you found in advance for a picnic. Having spread the blanket, you take out her favorite hand-cooked shrimp balls. After lunch, you will have a long warm hug before she has to leave again.

Every day you spend together, traveling around Teyvat in search of her brother. After all, you once promised Lumine to help find him at all costs. And although there are a lot of fun adventures on your way, truly interesting and unusual people becoming your friends, you see that she does not forget for a moment about the purpose of her journey. Therefore, when the stars begin to appear on the sky and both of you are left alone, you can't help but notice what a sad expression her face takes on when she peers into the night sky. Coming closer, you throw your jacket over her fragile shoulders so that she does not freeze, and offer your hugs. After thinking for a second, she moves closer, hiding her face on your chest. You slowly sort through the strands of her hair, giving her the opportunity to cry out, so after that she can continue her search again with confidence in her own abilities.

For quite a long time of your communication, you could not dare to hug her, because in your eyes Ningguang looked like such a luxurious, but inaccessible woman. However, that's exactly what attracted you to her: refined manners, elegance and at the same time cunning in negotiating, her imperious voice that sent goosebumps all over your body. And then one evening, when two of you were having dinner at the Glaze Pavilion once again, you heard beautiful music coming from the street. Deciding that this was the right moment, you invited her to a slow dance. To your surprise, the woman agreed. She put her hands on your shoulders, and you gently took her by the waist, starting to move smoothly. After a while, she puts her head on your shoulder, thanking you for your determination and sincerity, because she has been missing spontaneous moments in her life for so long.

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #kokomi x reader #kokomi x you #hu tao x you #hu tao x reader #ningguang x you #ningguang x reader #lumine x you #lumine x reader #keqing x you #keqing x reader #ganyu x reader #ganyu x you #yoimiya x you #yoimiya x reader

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dark-elf-writes · 10 months

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Sharing the sharingan

What if The Uchiha, The Hyuga, and Kakashi all die during Pain’s attack and end up at Sakumo’s limbo-campfire together?

Maybe they all die one by one with kakashi last because they’d be damned if they didn’t do everything physically possible to keep him safe. They just absolutely refuse to meet their sensei again with the knowledge they let his kid get killed while they were still kicking.

Them showing up one by one at the campfire and Sakumo smiling oh so sadly because while he wanted to see his family again, he never wanted it to be so soon. Not like this.

Sakumo getting immediately dog piled by all three of his kids once they’re all there. Just knocked to the floor and nuzzled into because yeah they’re adults but they all lost him too early and grew up too weird to give a shit about appearances now.

The Uchiha and The Hyuga immediately launching into a full blown bragging session about Kakashi’s accomplishments (both shinobi and otherwise. They personally think him beating Gai is far more impressive than his multi page spread in the Bingo book since they have them too but oh well).

Kakashi retaliating by talking about their extensive list of accomplishments (ie the weirdly specific but very useful self help books, the highly successful erotica novels, the universal fear of all Jonin, and the legion of devoted kids they managed to build )

Sakumo being very bemused because he really thought this reunion would be a lot more…apologetic? Philosophical? Because while he certainly apologized to them all and they accepted it, everything moved past it pretty quickly. According to them they’d “slap his guilt-ridden brain out of his ears if he tried to leave them again” but didn’t actually mind his decision on the mission? When he asked about it the Hyuga huffed because “come on sensei, really? You think we helped raise your pup thinking you made the wrong choice on that mission? You have us the wolf summons for a reason, didn’t you?”

Kakashi, now possessing the spirit of a little brother instead of an only child, absolutely delighting in watching them both get scruffed like unruly pups when the stories start flowing and some less than advisable actions come to light.

Microwaving this in my head because anncnsjskdjdnshush

I always planned on at least one of them dying in the Pain attack because of the angst but the thought of all three of them dying has me feeling emotions only known to shrimp.

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The Hyuga dies first. Impaled by a chakra rod and exhausting his chakra to give his family, his pack, even the slightest chance. The last thing he hears is the Uchiha’s roar of fury as everything goes dark.

The Uchiha dies next, shoving Kakashi out of the way of a sure kill blow before throwing himself forward, determined to draw blood if it’s the last thing he does. He tells Kakashi to take Choji and run. He wakes up with a campfire in the distance and silence all around him.

Kakashi dies last, exhausted body unable to maintain the sharingan even a second longer. He’s no natural dojutsu user. Was never meant for the constant drain. He makes sure Choji gets out and prays it’s enough that even one do the kids makes it out of this shit show alive.

(He dies grateful that Naruto is gone. That Minato’s son would live even if Kakashi was no longer there to help raise him.)

The three of them find the campfire around the same time. The Hyuga laughs so hard he would have definitely pulled something if he was still alive when he realized who was there waiting for them.

The only real family other than each other and Kakashi that he and the Uchiha had ever known.

Sakumo looks sad (and a bit concerned that the Hyuga is going to figure out how to die a second time) but that’s as nothing compared to his shellshocked expression once after the Hyuga gathers himself he’s tackled by his three very much bigger pups all yapping over each other and laughing and crying. He wonders if this was what it would have been like in a perfect world where all of them lived. He wonders if they feel the missing weight of his final pup (the one that turned from them) just as keenly as he does.

As much as it hurts to see the light come for his pups he’s so fucking glad they get to live another day, get to break the cycle of the Hatakes (because they are all Hatakes no matter what clans two of them were born into) dying young.

#the elf talks #naruto #sharing the sharingan #tw death

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whitney-alysse-young-blog · 6 months

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AN EVENING AT THE LAKE

Whitney Alysse Young

I walk in dim moonlight and gaze into the shallow glistening water of my favorite lake, admiring my reflection through its shimmering ripples. My shoulder length auburn hair flutters as a gentle breeze lightly wisps through it. My petite frame carries me silently and gracefully. I have practiced my stride for countless hours during my transition, and my hips sway imperceptibly underneath my fashionable print sundress. I look for a perfect spot and settle for a patch of lush green grass beside the shore. I have always relished the soft spongy texture of lush grass and it squishes between my newly manicured feet with fresh French tips adorning my toes. I shrug off my overnight bag from my feminine alabaster shoulders.

My overnight bag, a purse of sorts was given to me by my Mom. She made it by hand - khaki suede leather with dainty tassels, dotted with various brightly colored sequins that now reflect the dim moonlight. I fondly remember the day she gave it to me. She gave it to me soon after I came out, a token that symbolized both sadness over the loss of her son, and joy that she had gained a daughter. I love my bag's stylish look and appreciate the painstaking hours it took for her to make; most of all I cherish the symbolism of acceptance by my mother as her daughter - the fact that she viewed me as Whitney and that my male self was all but a distant memory. As I reminisce I feel a torrent of emotions, and tears well in my eyes. She was so happy that day. WE were so happy, and the warm embrace we shared provided me with a sense of validation that I was female and always have been.

My shoulders that held my bag, purse...whatever you want to call it...were once attached to muscular arms that have since evolved into their now slender form, replaced with a thin layer of fat underneath my skin like most other women possess. The thin extra layer has now enveloped my entire body, even hiding my once visible abdomen after years of feminizing hormone therapy. My face, once chiseled and angular has become softer, more rounded and feminine.

I kneel down and retrieve a beautiful lioness print fleece throw blanket from my bag. She has piercing eyes that always seem to beckon me. I gently spread my throw on the ground. I am Whitney now both on the inside and the outside. It was one year ago today that I had gender affirming surgery. So for all intents and purposes today is my birthday! Surgery is not a cure all. I have the same likes and dislikes, the same idiosyncrasies, but it has helped me cope with my everyday battles with the cold, cruel world - battles that I was unable to face before.

I smile and lie down on my throw gazing at twinkling stars and dim moonlight. I am finally happy that my mind is now in perfect alignment with my body. I look about furtively and ensure that nobody is watching before I remove my sundress, leaving me wearing only my pale shrimp colored bra and matching silk panties. I feel vulnerable as most women would even though I am sure I'm alone. We have always been told that we are the weaker sex. "The 'weaker' sex", I mutter. "it's such an archaic term as if women are not supposed to be strong". Our vulnerability is not a sign of weakness as much as it is a keen sense of awareness of things both seen and unseen - women's intuition if you will. I view my vulnerability as a strength, not a weakness.

I gaze lovingly at my bra and my breasts through the sheer lace fabric. I adore what hormone replacement therapy has done with my body. My breasts are not overly large. I never opted for implants because I never really felt they were necessary for my smaller frame. Besides, I like them! They are…well, they are perky! I feel a warm yearning deep within my tummy like a tiny match, and I watch with fascination as my nipples react. They become erect before my very eyes and protrude underneath my bra's sheer fabric, a product of the cool breeze intermingled with my growing feeling of desire.

I stare at my feminine body, a genuinely female form that finally matches my mind, my soul, my very feminine essence. I watch myself breathe, my tummy rising and falling methodically and my belly button piercing rises and falls in unison. My piercing has a surgical steel base with a cute little dragonfly that dangles at the end, one of many that I now own. I had my belly button pierced the day after the stitching was removed from my newly formed vagina last year - a symbol of rebirth like a Phoenix rising from the ashes.

The intensity of the little match inside grows within me. I stare at my flat front and feel just a trace of familiar wetness deep within my core. I feel blessed. Most transgender girls are unable to experience such a sensation, but when my mood is just right, I feel its erotic warmth, not as much as most women, but still plainly evident. I gently place my hand on my new vagina still awestruck that I have one now. The thin fabric of my panties is the only barrier that separates my hand from my vagina and I begin to caress it softly. My thighs part slightly so I can gain better access. It is much more natural for me to touch myself now, and I do not feel as clumsy as I once did right after my surgery.

My other hand roams freely about my body with soft, gentle caresses until it reaches one of my breasts, which I lovingly cup in my palm. I deftly remove my bra and slip off my panties. I am taking a huge risk now, but it enhances my desire. I gently graze my palms over my sensitive nipples, lightly pinching them from time to time. The sensation elicits a jolt of sexual pleasure along a direct conduit to my vagina.

I stare at my new vagina in awe. I whisper incredulously, "I have a pussy now!" It's still pretty hard to fathom. I gingerly touch my clitoris and a jolt of electricity courses through my body. Last year I would have been grasping my penis, but thankfully it no longer exists. Its only remnant is my now throbbing little button. My pleasure is much more fulfilling now, more passionate, more passive, and definitely more feminine! I am now consumed by an intense fire that burns brightly within me, but I am in no hurry to release like I was when I had the body of a male. I relax and just let go. I have all night.

I continue to lightly massage my throbbing little button and a tiny but audible gasp escapes from my full, glossy lips. My fleshly desire begins to grow exponentially when I gently plunge my finger into my quim's folds causing my back to arch instinctively. I allow my finger to remain inside me for a moment savoring its fullness. I slowly withdraw my finger and am met with a barren empty feeling that I ignore - for now. I tentatively touch my finger to my tongue and I taste my pussy juices. The familiar heady and slightly pungent, but strangely sweet taste of my sex overloads my already heightened sensory perception.

I slowly plunge my finger inside me once again and withdraw it until it is nearly out and plunge it back in. In-out-in-out...over and over. God, it feels so...so...nice, so...so - oh it is impossible to describe the pleasure I feel with mere words! I mew softly and caress my sensitive little button with my thumb, continuing to finger my vagina with one hand; I softly caress my nipples with the other. My movements become a little more methodical, more feverish now and I spread my legs wide open to full missionary position a passive position of submission in of itself. I bend my knees as if I am in imaginary stirrups at my gynecologist's office, only now I am examining myself.

I shudder and thrust my hips to meet the onslaught of me pleasuring myself. I moan uncontrollably as the delicious pressure of my impending orgasm approaches like a freight train hurtling down the tracks. My body can take no more and I am pushed over the brink. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me like the ripples in the lake that gently lap the shore. As my orgasm fades into the night, I sit up. My legs are still quivering and they feel like rubber, preventing me from standing to get dressed again. I am content to just sit for a moment under dim moonlight and twinkling stars in my little patch of lush grass beside my favorite lake. I am a woman who is completely in touch with my feminine energy. I am a female in mind, body, and soul...[to be continued?]

(This is my first attempt to write transgender erotic fiction, any genre of fiction for that matter. Constructive criticism and suggestions on how I can improve my writing skills are always welcome. In fact they are encouraged, but those who offer derisive or hate-filled criticism will be blocked.)

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orangetintedglasses · 1 year

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Finale: Kotov Syndrome

The silence that hung between them for a few long, terrible moments was tense and heavy; Vash watched as his brother's eyes filled with fear for a split second, then quickly boiled over into betrayal and rage.

"You'd dare point that coward's tool at me? After I let you keep it?" Nai nearly spat the words out, his voice penetrating the silence the same way a rock crashed through a window, making Vash's shoulders twitch. His stance remained firm despite it, eyes locked onto the other Plant's, his firearm steady and unwavering in it's position. No desire to shoot him, just... keep him there and buy everyone enough time to get out of the city.

And buy himself some time to think of an actual plan...

"... it truly hurts to see you like this, Vash." Nai said, that softness returning to his tone, almost a coo. It made his chest ache. "Those monsters have been exacerbating your sickness. They're using you--"

"QUIET!" he snarled, the sound tearing out of him faster than he could process. Vash grit his teeth and felt himself force the barrel of the gun against Nai's forehead before quickly withdrawing it, taking a step back and settling on just aiming the firearm at him, now. He'd never been this angry before.

"YOU'RE the one who's using me, Nai! This whole time, I've--" God, he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about any of it-- "--I've been hurting people! I've hurt EVERYONE I care about because of you...!"

"Anyone you've 'hurt' was hurt because they interfered with your recovery, Vash." Nai replied, looking unimpressed. "It was their own fault for--"

"It was YOUR FAULT!" another crackle of energy between his teeth, this time igniting the patterns on his skin. Wisps of energy lifted from the delicate lines on the right side of his face-- wisps that took on a feathered shape that made Nai's eyes widen, face contorting with disgust.

"Look at what they've done to you..."

"STOP!" Vash's hands were trembling, now, emotions and borrowed power both rumbling in his chest like the beginnings of a storm. He squeezed his eyes shut-- he had to end this! Whatever needed to happen next, he had to do it-- and if that involved killing his brother, h-he-- no. No, he couldn't kill him, even... even after all of this. He couldn't do it, there had to be another way--

A hand suddenly touching his cheek yanked Vash out of his thoughts, eyes popping open to see Nai in close proximity. One hand on his face, the other on his shoulder, in... some cruel mockery of comfort? Or was it real? Nai's expression felt like a mask of calm and understanding more than anything, but despite that, Vash stilled under the touch-- a spark of hope fluttering in his chest, brought tears to his eyes...

"Nai..."

Thmp.

... his breath caught in his throat, and warmth blossomed at the small of his back.

Thmp. Thmp!THMP!THMP!

White-hot pain exploded in rapid-fire bursts, one by one up the trail of his spine, like fireworks.

"My poor baby brother... even after all of this, you still need me to do everything for you..." Nai cooed, pulling Vash closer to him as something else flooded his body. That familiar feeling, cold and all encompassing... spreading out from where bladed vines had buried themselves in his back. He shouldn't have let his guard down.

He shouldn't have let his guard down.

Vash would try and struggle against the connection, shrimping back and away as far as he could-- the renewed energy from Vet would be more than enough to help him fight him off --but one last vine pierced all the way through his shoulder, wrapping around his collarbone in the most literal way imaginable as Nai tightened his hold around him, blood spattered on his face.

"Don't worry, Vash. We'll fix this."

The cold spread up, up, up... blurring his mind and his senses, making him weak at the knees and lean heavily into his twin.

"I'll just have to help speed things along..."

The blades dug in further, twisted in deeper, and Vash felt himself scream.

#well that's newsworthy;; ( canon blog drabble )#( this ends on a fade to black because there's more exchange that happens )#( which I will write as a oneshot in Docs down the line )#( but for now: MYSTERY )#( one more post to go: lil sumup of July exploding )#( then it's *over* guys )#event: rewrite successful ( COMPLETE )

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katealpha · 2 years

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Raya Headcanons

• Sisu was resurrected from death, but she now has a chronic pain in her chest that stings when she’s near Namaari, or if she thinks about what happened.

•Sisu was allowed to keep all of her sibling’s magic after the dragons were freed as a reward for her help in uniting Kumandra. Now she’s spends half the time in her human form with Raya, while being one of the strongest of all dragons.

•While living in Heart’s Palace with Raya, Sisu was basically was spoiled by all the servants and chefs that admired her, and as a result she ended up not being as slim as she was during the events of the movie in a few month’s time. She doesn’t mind having a slight potbelly though, as she feels like it fits her bubbly personality.

•Sisu’s favorite food is Congee and her favorite drink is Dragonleaf Tea, with shrimp on the side. Her most eaten food is ham and catfish.

•Boun’s family was so proud of how he survived during the Druun outbreak that they allowed him to continue running his business with a little help. Month’s later and word has spread that some of the best food in Kumandra comes from Tail, which is hardly a coincidence.

•Namaari, even after being forgiven by Sisu, held an incredible level of guilt inside for what she did. After the celebrations ended, she distanced herself from everyone, including her mother who was rather resentful of her daughter after what happened. Namaari would end up casting her crossbow into the river, and began to pursue mediation, trying to find the best way to start forgiving herself for her rash actions.

• Noi’s mother became aware of her daughter’s talents with the Ongis and decided to occasionally let her pull off a con when needed to help them with money issues. They were never caught in the act.

•Benja would come to recognize Sisu as a mother figure for Raya, and a much needed one. While he had mostly moved on from his wife’s tragic passing during childbirth, he still hated that Raya never had another woman in her life, and he was glad that it finally came in the form of the dragon he and Raya practically worshiped.

•Through the use of magic, male dragons can become pregnant and reproduce in the sand fashion as female dragons. It involves using magic and a rather delicate ritual that only dragons can perform. Shortly after he was freed, Jagan took it upon himself to make sure there were more dragons to help defend Kumandra. 10 months later, Jagan was ready to have 3 dragon pups and his baby shower was the biggest celebration in Kumandra since the Druun was defeated.

•Raya did indeed have “feelings” towards Namaari, and they didn’t go away after all was said and done. Eventually, Raya began to visit Fang on a somewhat frequent basis, until Namaari finally opened up about her guilt. After that, they felt closer than ever once they finally expressed their feelings, and finally agreed to start seeing each other more often.

•Tong, despite being happy to be with his family and people again, was harrowed by his experiences with the Druun. However he turned his trauma inti curiosity, and began to search the lands of spine for answers about how the Druun came to be, receiving help from even Pengu himself. He hasn’t found out much, but he has found clear evidence that there’s more to the Druun than Sisu initially thought herself. Truths that many citizens of Kumandra weren’t ready to hear which went way back to the beginning of Kumandra’s founding over a thousand years ago.

•Sisu holds a lot of guilt in her as well following the events that led to Raya’s victory. Reflecting on her stubborn naivety, she realized that perhaps Raya was right about more than she had thought, and that she put a lot of people in danger because of it. One night, she approached Raya and gave an almost out of nowhere, sincere apology, which ended in the emotional dragon to break down after calling herself stupid. But luckily her siblings and Raya were there to help her move past it all.

•Virana’s transgressions didn’t go without consequence. After finding out what happened six years prior, and her intentions to take the credit for freeing the dragons for her own self interests, one certain dragon paid her a discreet visit. Within the next three hours, Virana stepped down from her position as Chief and formed a senate that would be in charge of making decisions.

•Pengu’s ability to control water on an immaculate level, as well as change the weather to a drastic degree makes him one of if not the single most powerful of the dragons after Sisu and a select few other dragons with abilities like controlling shadows and reading others minds.

•In her human form, Pranee is a very skilled fighter, most skilled with fan blades and daggers. She was heavily involved with the conflict that caused the Druun to first appear, and she was very happy to train Raya some new sparring moves.

•Ambaa is the youngest and most introverted of the Datu family. Her glowing powers help her to stand out, but she prefers to maibly be one her own or with her closer friends and family most of the time. She is also deathly afraid of confrontational situations because she’s afraid the Druun might come back at the first argument.

•Tuk Tuk didn’t change at all. He still loves dumplings and rolls around with Raya every morning.

I hope you liked these random headcanons of mine that take place post Raya and the Last Dragon! These were a lot of fun to write about!

#disney #animated movies #raya and the last dragon #raya sisu #sisu the dragon #raya #namaari #headcanon

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dervkurt · 1 year

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xiao goes to applebee's

crossposting this from AO3 to here to spread the gospel

you take xiao, the conqueror of demons, to applebee's so that he can be xiao, also the conqueror of applebee's

you take xiao to applebee's after a rough day of trying to convince him to do so. you had to practically beg him, saying applebee's didn't have any bees, just food. he asks what kind of food. you say food he's never even thought of. that does not quell his worries at all

he has never heard of applebee's in his long lifetime. that is to be expected, as applebee's is sadly not in teyvat. you have to go there in a dream or some shit because applebee's is yet to be constructed in teyvat

so here you are now, 'friends' if you can even call each other that. he's terrible at expressing emotions, but maybe that's why you're so attached to him. that's why you picked applebee's, because you knew he needed a change of pace. you'd known him for what is a speck of his life, but what feels to be forever in yours

he's shy, cold, arrogant, angsty. he pushes you away at every opportunity, but still, you stick around him. that probably annoys him, you think, but whatever. the conqueror of demons simply cannot miss out on conquering this applebee's

you gently guide him into the applebee's and the thick smell of steak and oil washes over you. he scrunches his nose in what you think is disgust and you cast him a knowing glance. "it tastes really good, i wouldn't have picked it otherwise"

"mortals are so... unpredictable," he hisses, and you nod.

xiao glares at you through narrowed eyes as you walk him over to the receptionist or whatever. he's tense, so tense that you wish you'd taken him to a bath and body works instead. maybe you'll take him there next time.

you ramble off your order and he sits there like a deer in the headlights. when you finish your order, you cast him a glance. "xiao?" your voice is quiet, uneven, tense. he simply grunts in response. "fuck it, we'll just share a meal, thanks"

you lead him to a table, away from the crowd that you could've sworn just plopped into existence (just author things). he sits across from you, the table a feeble bering land bridge on the verge of being covered by ocean and separating you two fully, a glare written across your face.

"i don't know what this is all about, but it better be good," he hisses. "i don't have time to indulge in mortal pleasures"

"yet here you are." you sigh and note down how tense his posture is. really, dude? this is an applebee's. loosen up.

you can't just sit there with your arms crossed like that, you protest silently in your mind. dude, please, the waiter's coming.

and just like that, there's platters of food. applebee's specialties. you catch a glimpse of his eyes widening, but just like that, it's over in an instant. you dig right into those fuckers as he watches on in silence

"what... is this..." he mutters. the feast before the adeptus is apparently unsettling to him.

"applebee's." you grab a lemon, squeeze it onto a crispy piece of shrimp, and point it at him. "i want you to enjoy this, xiao, but-"

he snatches the shrimp from your hands and just like that, it's gone. he's eaten it. thank fuck, you were worried the man was going to watch you eat the platters of food all by yourself. he averts his gaze and rests his chin on his gloved hand, brow knitted.

"was it... good?" you ask softly. his eyes snap to yours and you nearly died right then and there because of how intense his gaze is

"yes." sharp, blunt, he's planted a knife into your heart, and oh boy does it feel good. you push the platter of shrimps to him and he wastes no time in getting to them

"wait-" he freezes, shrimp inches from his mouth, and what could be annoyance paints his face. you point at the lemon and a look of realization dawns on your face. "uh... they taste good with lemon on them. that's how i eat them anyways. you can dip them in whatever the fuck you want and they'd probably taste good"

"hm, i see."

it's a long while before you near the end of the platters. your heart is beating, fast and hard, and you have to fight against the urge to just. stare at him. god, he's so pretty. what the fuck. your heart must've been a demon because fuck did he conquer that. you just wanna lace your fingers with his and tell him it'll be alright, applebee's is free in dreams, you're beautiful, dude.

when the last of the food is gone, you lean back into the booth's comfortable backing, and pray your cheeks aren't as flushed as you think they are. god, it's so embarrassing, you don't ever want to wake up or leave the applebee's. it's too perfect. he's too perfect.

and so, your breath catches in your throat and you sigh. he darts his eyes up and you fight back a smile. "i... really enjoyed today," you choke out. "i hope this was a good way to spend time in the mortal world. i really do hope teyvat gets a chain of applebee's and soon."

he pauses, thinking. you suddenly feel small in your place and want to shrivel up and die. god, the things this angsty man does to you. "me too. it... was good, but do not think this will become routine."

"i don't think i could take anyone else to applebee's." the words fall out of your mouth and his shift in expression is the only thing that makes you aware you even said that

"you... i don't see what you mean."

you want to disappear from the face of the applebee's. he's eyeing you now with a look of confusion? hostility?

"i mean that you're probably the only one i'd enjoy eating applebee's with. or... uh, at any place for that matter. i... it's hard to explain."

god your body is flushed with embarrassment. you're going to have to go into exile after this one. he stares at you and closes his eyes and ponders. "i see. you're the one who drags me away from my duties. it can't be helped."

you stare at him, unblinking. "uh...?"

his eyes snap up to meet yours. "take me to applebee's. again."

#you take xiao to an applebees #uhhh he's an angsty fuck #god i fucking love him #genshin impact #xiao #xiao x reader #i am not very into genshin anymore but

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daisychainsandbowties · 1 year

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What did your url come from?

the daisy chains part is from when i was around 11, i think. watching my best friend take all the flowers i’d picked in his garden - fighting the chickens for them - & mostly they were daisies. it’s those & dandelions that grow wild on lawns between spring & summer, and the big blowballs which you are not meant to pick up because it spreads the weeds. we were sitting cross-legged on his trampoline and i was too rough to deal with the delicate stems but i watched him twist and tie them into a chain, eyes flicking up to me while i explained, impotently, that i was not a girl. a tomboy, i figured, though another friend told me once that tomboys wore black skinny jeans with chains on them & i didn’t want to rattle when i moved.

he listened and when i was finished he picked up a crown of daisy chains & put it on my head and said ‘i christen you as a boy’ & it was not how things worked. it was more of a reference to crowns of thorns and Golgotha. god why hath thou forsaken me? but i wore it very delicately and brought it home and displayed it to myself in my window. it stayed there until it stained the windowsill in an uneven ampersand of rot.

the bow ties thing was probably from the time i wasn’t allowed to wear a suit at my aunt’s wedding. because she bought me a chocolate-brown bridesmaid dress, and everyone felt a great lack of sympathy for the fact that i wanted a suit you could use the word charcoal to describe, with a bow tie which i think was not the knot for the occasion. but anyway, the wedding passed like an ill omen & i went back to the hotel room & ripped it a little i think taking it off & flinging my body into a football jersey. & no one ever taught me to put on a tie or tell the difference between a bowtie & anything else, so i had to teach myself.

so yeah that’s the url pretty much. daisy chains and bowties make me feel, as we say, the shrimp emotions

#something something catholic school boys with made-up names club #thanks for the ask!#anon

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dragonsapphic · 1 year

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cw: drugs / psychedelics

Probably gonna be a long post. Wanted to go over my three experiences using psychedelic mushrooms so far! 🍄💖

🔴 My first trip (little less than 2g) started off a bit uncomfortable, with this sort of rocking back and forth motion like I'm on a boat. I knew from having used weed heavily that I should "give in" to this feeling, so I kinda just closed my eyes and relaxed and tried to allow it to take me. I was sitting there convinced for awhile that I was going to vomit, but that didn't happen.

Once the sickness feeling passed, I was a bit antsy to do something so I decided to play some Overwatch 2. People being trolls or angry didn't really affect me as much as usual, and I kinda just tried to chat and spread good vibes. Eventually I noticed the game looked super "spread out," like the distance between everything seemed much longer than normal. My characters' hands in view felt the same.

That's about when colors started looking REALLY vivid and awesome. I stopped the game and started really enjoying looking at colorful things, like a rainbow worm thing, and a trippy canvas piece I have of my OC, which I discovered is really reactive under a UV light. I became VERY appreciative of art and spent a lot of time just admiring my enamel pin collection or other art pieces. I watched the "Shrimplicity" channel on YouTube, which is just a video of some shrimps with LoFi music... Pretty good.

Spent some time being very introspective, examining myself and the way I respond to things. I felt genuinely bad for people who spend their time getting mad at games and not having the chance to examine themselves like this, but in a calm and accepting way. Overall it felt like a literal vacation from my own mind and physical form, and it seemed to last much longer than it actually did, perhaps even days.

🔴 My second trip wasn't as long or interesting. It was about a week later, I took 2g. I tried taking a bath while tripping and discovered I just did not like it; the water just felt cold to me no matter what, and I felt bored and not particularly interested in anything. I mostly just watched a video of some squids and smoked a bit of weed. It was calm and nice, but also mellow and largely uneventful. I felt in one key moment that the mushrooms "assured me" it would be okay to try tripping again whenever I'd like.

🔴 Third trip, I took 3g. This was only a few days after the previous trip, certainly not ideal, but I trusted the feeling I had when I felt the mushrooms assure me I could try again. Oh my God. I got so high. I wasn't only seeing colors vividly, but shifting colors dramatically, so everything colorful just seemed to have a lazy RGB filter applied to it. There were other texture-y filtures over my vision at times as well.

I had the overwhelmingly strong feeling that there was some kind of entity with me-- the mushroom entity I guess, almost like a god. I really did grasp the concept of religion more than I ever had at this point. The mushroom entity had answers to questions for me that I should not have had the answer to for myself. It seemed to want to look after me, to care for me and make sure I didn't feel alone. I felt very highly sensitive to any touch, as well as the emotions of others. I watched this random driving footage in different cities and I felt like I was looking at buildings for the first time in a totally different mentality, it was pretty wild.

I stayed high for quite awhile and spend a looong time talking with my s/o about different philosophies and worldviews, going from one topic to the next quite quickly if I decided I didn't want to talk about something anymore. It was a really freeing feeling.

Unfortunately I needed to go to sleep for work at this point and was still much more high than I'd expected to get. I tried laying down but closing my eyes was comical; I would clearly see all kinds of random kaleidoscope trippy shit clear in my vision. I had some ambiance playing and it ticked me off. The fan blowing ticked me off. Eventually my s/o had to sleep somewhere else because I just was not going to get to sleep with any sounds in the room at all.

Next day I felt normal. Overall though, REALLY enjoying the experience so far. It's been interesting for me because I have a lot of wildly mysterious shit locked in my psyche and this allows me to explore it and other concepts in such a new way.

Nice job reading all that lol.

#personal #drugs//

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celestialpotat0 · 2 months

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Shorebirds

My favorite place to get lobster rolls, the bread is toasty, full of fat and flavor, warm. Thick, large chunks of lobster fill the sandwich with a subtle sweetness. We were sitting outside chatting for a while, so the drawn butter solidified, and I was not able to pour the no-longer-liquid butter onto the lobster roll. The potato chips were satisfyingly thick and substantial yet ultra crispy. Lan was so kind as to buy the lobster roll meal for me.

I had to go home to start packing in order to catch a flight that departed in a few hours, but the irresponsible, procrastinating (dominant) side of me wanted to head to the bay shoreline first. Lan kept asking if I was sure because we didn’t have to and she didn’t want me to rush before my flight, but I insisted that I wanted to. Lan and I walked along the shoreline and watched some of the shorebirds. It had been rainy recently but the skies decided to finally clear up that day. Crisp day in the heart of winter in the San Francisco Bay Area, cool but not cold.

One of my favorite birds that hangs out in the bay is the willet; they are plain gray-colored and abundant. However, once in a while you can catch a sight of them in flight, when they reveal underneath their spread wings a bold black and white wing pattern that’s absolutely stunning. It’s a beautiful contrast that is only apparent when they show a side of them underneath the surface.

I admired a truly gorgeous snowy egret pretty close to me and watched it walk around on the rocks for a while. I was so excited when I saw an osprey dive toward the water and pick up a fish and fly away with it. There were northern shovelers everywhere in the water as well.

One of the redeeming qualities about the Bay Area is that getting to the shore of the bay is so close and easy, and there are always a plethora of birds everywhere there to marvel at. We watched plane after plane land at SFO. We chatted for a while with an elderly woman with whom we crossed paths; she was birdwatching for fun and is involved with the Sequoia Audubon Society. I got a card from her and may try to go on a trip with them.

Glad that I decided to take a detour to stroll somewhat aimlessly by the water before going home to pack and going to the airport. A short period free of the mental and emotional clutter that seems to occupy me regularly.

Probably one of the things that made me most happy in terms of cooking lately is also extremely simple: heating oil in a hot skillet, adding spicy 豆瓣酱 (really, any chili instead will also do), garlic, scallions, and LOTS of ginger until fragrant. Just that simple flavor combination alone brought me so much pure joy, maybe because of the nostalgia of growing up eating that. Ate so many good homemade meals lately such as duck and red wine ragu simmered for hours and left overnight before eating, miso-glazed black cod, tiramisu, dan dan mian with its fermented ingredients and salty preserved vegetables, shrimp in Creole sauce, etc. but the simple ginger/garlic/scallion/chili in oil combination just hits different. Comfort in a familiar staple.

I’ve been exercising a lot in February, and it feels so rewarding when I’m surprised by how not tired or fatigued I am now when doing exercises that I definitely remember feeling lots of pain from in the past.

Life is way too short. I’m just trying to bring positivity to others, as well as treasure the people in my life who are so giving of their time, friendship, love, and care to me. I should be happy for opportunities to help others.

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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Congratulations on 1k followers! My favorite character is prince Dazai Osamu from the kingdom of Bungou Stray Dogs. My favorite couples activity is bookstore dates and the time stamp is 10:30 am. Thank you!

[10:30am] — Bookstore Date

↳ 【Dazai Osamu】

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ᴀ/ɴ: thanks love! hope you like this <3 ALSO I KNOW ITS BEEN A WEEK SINCE I POSTED AMD I APOLOGIZE because in short some shit is fucked up 😶 pardon my use of profanity

While emptiness was what filled him, Dazai read; he read until his eyes were sore. Because when everything alive is dull, we seek the comfort in the imagination of others and our own, hence why books are here.

Books were the passion of many but for Dazai it was merely a form of feeble entertainment. He never cared too much about it nor did he fill his mind with it; it was never that successful in filling the void anyways.

But you, you loved books; they were a portal to a completely different world. One that you explored in it the wonders and ideas of others and to live the moment with the people in the story and one that interested you beyond belief; the emotions, the events, the characters and everything in between enchanted you.

So when you both found out that books were a common interest for each other, book dates were a must; you could cancel every other date due to work but you guys would still have your book date.

Today was the day.

After week filled with cases and problems, you finally a had a day to yourselves; you guys enter the awaited bookstore hand in hand. The old clerk smiled at the both of you knowingly and fondly as she returned to the tasks at hand muttering about young love and its wonders.

The smell of books was spreading around you as each of you eagerly chooses a book of their choice and settles excitedly but somehow without making too much noise next to the other on the couch.

Despite knowing that quietness is what is wanted from you guys, both of you can’t help but let out small giggles as you open the books; you both lean on each other for support, happily and contently humming.

Time passes as you guys read, occasionally showing each other interesting lines and events from your own book; of course, it won’t be complete without Dazai throwing some flirty comments here and there and of course jokes.

“Hey love, this character is going to take out the trash; I never knew you were in stories—OW OW OW I AM SORRY!”

“Silence!”

“…Sorry ma’am.”

Cue your giggling after he got scolded by the other clerk.

Another part of your book dates is after finishing a book you proceed to share your opinions and most interesting events; it basically consists of listening to each other intently and engaging animatedly in a conversation you die to have everyday.

“I can’t wait to tell you about this book, love; the main character reminds me of you. I love that.”

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i-would-die-for-jonmartin · 2 years

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Man i was listening to the mechanisms’ swan song yesterday at work and thought abt jonmartin (as i do) and the finale and. immediately had to drop everything bc some rewrite lyrics came to me and i had to jot them down‚‚‚ and then (once I got home) i had to finish the rest of the song‚‚‚‚ so now i have the entire song and man i thought i had felt every emotion possible about the finale but here i am‚ having shrimp emotions

(Now with audio of me singing it!)

Endless torment. The apocalypse rages on. The world has been turned into a never-ending hellscape of suffering. The unknowable beings that once resided outside this reality now feast on humanity’s collective terror. At the center of this new world stands the tower that watches over it all. In it‚ the Archivist stands over the body of the man who used him as a tool to bring about this horrible change. He’s about to use his newfound godlike power to euthanize the whole planet when his lover Martin walks in‚ horrified. In that instant‚ they each reflect on the events that led them here.

Oh‚ do you remember‚ when we first met? I was transferred to the archives‚ and accidentally let that dog inside! You were so surprised!

Oh‚ do you remember‚ when we first met… I was nervous about my new position, and took my issues‚ out on you… you didn’t deserve that‚ I’m so sorry I was a massive prick...

The apocalypse is on (There’s so much terror around here)

I can’t listen to your Statements‚ Jon (The entire world’s living in fear)

I don’t know how we’ll fix this mess (I’m not sure that it’s possible, dear)

Just have to wait and see, I guess…

Do you remember‚ when you thought I’d died? I was in that goddamn six month coma‚ and you joined Peter‚ you were all alone…

Oh‚ do you remember‚ when he banished me‚ and you dove into the Lonely‚ and then you found me‚ and you pulled me out! Then you swore we’d never be apart!

I don’t consent to do this plan (If the fears move on, then we’ll have won)

I’m the Pupil now, not just a man! (Oh my god Jon, what have you done?!)

It’s okay Martin, please don’t cry (I told them to start the plan now!)

If you stay here, then you will die (I won’t leave you.)

The Archivist is torn. His mind cannot abide the thought of the Fears being spread, cannot stand for anyone to suffer as he has‚ but his heart cannot bear to watch his lover die. He hands Martin the knife‚ and tells him to cut the tether. With tears in both their eyes, they kiss one last time. They don’t know what will come next‚ but they hold on to the hope that whatever it is, they will face it together. One way or another.

[outro instrumental]

#my post #jmart #jonmartin #the magnus archives #tma #the mechanisms #the mechs #im stupid proud of this it was tough to come up w some of it but HHHHHH EMOTION……

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staggeringsmite · 2 years

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Psssssst hi arlowe. First off, amazing campaign you're running, it's been super entertaining to hear about and so id love to pick your brain a little bit if you're cool with that. I've been dying to ask, what are the ashari like in ehas? It's been mentioned that thi and aierdyn left the earth ashari to go on an aramente, but not what that dangerous mission is, so I don't even know if that's something the rest of the party knows yet or not.? Also, what the heck is a secha consort? 👀👀👀

hi jen!! thank you for keeping up w our silly little (emotional, potentially lethal, "shrimp cruelty" menaceful) overall rollercoaster of a campaign thus far <33

AND FOR THE LORE QUESTIONS!!! for reference in terms of ashari and calamity lore, the bones of what one might know from a certain ttrpg show and dm are there but i've chopped it all up and done what i want to with the concepts and history of Oyoia because some of it was bad and boring and i don't like it and also i wanted to <3 who's gonna stop me <3

i promise the tangent i'm about to go on is relevant. mostly. this got long <3

knowledge of extraplanar cosmology is only culturally understood through myth -- the plane that oyoia is on has been shunted out of the great wheel alongside the four elemental planes -- basically no connection to other planes such as the feywild, somewhat accessible travel to the different planes of elemental chaos at the locations the ashari tend to which are spread across the world

the earth ashari and the blooming scar/scar of life which they tend are located on the continent of ehas where the campaign thus far primarily takes place. ehas was decimated by a long civil war in recent history, leaving two significant areas of the map practically uninhabitable to humanoids due to caustic and reckless magic use (which feeds into the culturally low magic/disdain and fear of magic present in the social aspect of the campaign) -- these being: the frigid bog (which is still highly dangerous but passable through as the party has successfully done, if you kind of know what you're doing) and the wastemarsh

the earth ashari and the blooming scar are located pretty centrally in the area that is now the wastemarsh. the wastemarsh is, think magically radioactive. during the war with the sundering of this area, many earth ashari were displaced, fleeing to other areass of ehas, oyoia, or through the scar of life into the plane of elemental earth, and many more died. the scar itself sustained damage enough to where the majority of the earth ashari's resources have gone into keeping it barely a flicker and have not had access through to the other side since the war ended (it has been. a long time. enough for thi and aierdyn to grow up with their parents having grown up in these conditions, possibly their grandparents too. which is why they've set out to do something about it). the other resources go towards survival. the rest of ehas in the modern day is under the general impression that the wastemarsh is uninhabited, the earth ashari are not a household name and are held within memory to very few, those who know of them likely assuming they have scattered, the blooming scar lost with them. hence the disconnect from the rest of ehas.

cateri is the current keeper of life, arriving home from her aramente to be leader to a decimated land and a scared people, to take over the scar just as it was dying out due to the war of the hollow lands. she is one of the oldest living people likely in the world, as she has not chosen another to undertake the aramente and attempt to be her successor since. in fact, few people of the younger generation even really know what the aramente is, as there is also little connection to the other ashari settlements.

"but wait? isn't aierdyn on the aramente??" well, you see. aierdyn doesn't Really know what the aramente is, and cateri certainly didn't choose her to go on it, but she knows that it's important and involves uhhh, talking to the other ashari, who haven't helped them, which they're mad about, and also that things desperately need to change, that none of them know how much longer they can really sustain themselves like this. so aierdyn got up and told thi "i'm going on the aramente" and thi was like "okay, i'm coming with you" and neither of them really know what that means. they just know it means their home is counting on them to bring back something that will help.

"why haven't the other ashari helped???" that is a mystery yet unknown to my players, so alas i must keep my mouth closed :))

basically, aierdyn doesn't know a lot about the aramente, thi doesn't either but knows a little more (thinks that aierdyn was chosen by cateri, even though she wasn't), and the rest of the party don't know yet that that's what thi and aierdyn are doing! angry knows that they're "out here to try and help their home" -- basically when this comes out it's difficult for the rest of the party to truly grasp the significance of the aramente, but it'll either be like 1) you know this is really important to them or on a high enough history check 2) you know that historically this is a really important undertaking, but you don't really know what it is about. fun soup of being on this journey but not actually knowing what to do there surely this won't have consequences!! [i know, and the players meta wise somewhat know that the aramente involves selecting the next leader for a particular ashari, by traveling the world, gaining wisdom and skills, and eventually undertaking trials at all the other ashari tribes for approval -- it's a process that in its long history is very understandable and respectable if one turns back on and it's not at all frowned upon to be selected for it, get out there and realize that you don't think you are cut out for the responsibility, in fact that's the most responsible thing that you can do BUT!! no one but me knows what it's really like and about anymore in the modern time of the campaign since no one from the earth ashari has undertaken it since cateri teehee >:) ]

as for the secha consort, modern day ehas has rebuilt itself into six large city-states, with no overarching governance between them, and villages/towns coming and going in quick succession everywhere else. and then there's the secha consort! it's a community not large or respected enough to be considered a city-state by the other six, but with a prominent enough collective identity, population, and footprint to exist in a sort of in between, well-established but not well-connected within ehas itself, territory. while the rest of ehas in general is more concerned with survival and sustainability through wealth for themselves with the war at their grandparent's backs: the secha consort is a collection of people concerned with history, the arts, and cultural preservation after experiencing the loss of much of it. it began during the war with a network of people collecting their family's letters, of wartime accounts, other letters, drawings, photos, paintings, and generally anything of historical or artistic value at great fire risk, trying to keep these safe -- with the survivors of this network coming together in the aftermath to sort through the pieces.

it's disjointed, not truly governed (doesn't want to be), and still trying to find its place in the world. among its primary establishments there is a grand library and expanding art museum, a monestary, a few magical research facilities, and many interfaith temples. people of a likeminded nature flocked and built up the community around it--leaders of the library/monasteries/temples come together when they need to but overall focus on their own jobs instead of trying to form a "proper" government. while the secha consort does not have good relations with any city-state of ehas, they do have international connections and are one of the only groups that know of the earth ashari. they don't have the resources or stability to send people into the wastemarsh to help but have been the point of contact for any earth ashari who have left the wastemarsh in recent history based on the path most people travel and also being known for it after a little while. so, while thi and aierdyn don't know much about the world beyond the wastemarsh, going to the secha consort for help starting the aramente was one of the only concrete parts of their plan (and then they did a ton of illegal magic, but mx. iseda the head librarian didn't mind but had to keep up appearances so gave them a slap on the wrist "community service" asking for their help in searching for one of their important employees who went missing w the promise to in return reach out to the other ashari about their travels for the aramente and oops that's how they wound up in the frigid bog w gunmetal group and party convergence happened).

#c: the hollow lands #ask #f0xf0ce

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