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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Bad Teachings (Pt. 5)

Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

WARNINGS: Strained relationships, friendship starters, piercings, awkward truths. Slow Burn.

Summary: Relationships are weird. And truth isn't always kind. At least, you might have a friend.

(Might feel a bit boring, but we're building something here. 🥹)

Pt. 6

"OK. I've got one for you." —

—??

"What's the scariest plant?" —

You almost giggled into the reply in your head. It was another ridiculous joke, silly but science-y that upon reading it on a blog, you instantly thought on sending it to Miguel.

In the meantime while he replied, if he ever did that is, you kept on working in a new project. Despite the previous client complaining initially on the low numbers on her beauty product line, the numbers were making small changes in other states, giving a glimpse of hope in the team.

Your job itself at this marketing company, Searchbloom, was to make the briefs, office automation of said briefs and of course help prepare new campaigns for approved projects and important clients such as celebrities, big companies, influencers and anyone with enough money to afford a complete market investigation.

Your phone buzzed as you finished another brief from a client.

—Red Tide or Algae Bloom. Really bad for marine ecosystems.

You blinked and shook your head at the little fact that you'd probably forget in the next hours. The giddyness of your comeback taking over once more.

Interesting. I thought it was the BamBOO!—

—Ever thought in going out more?

Damn.

Campy jokes were scratched off your list of things. You could picture in your head the reaction, dead, boring and possibly judging.

I'd need real friends for that(?) —

—Not a bad thing to be on your own, y'know?

Oh?

Swallowing at the dryness of your mouth, you finished the little brief, digitally signed it and sent it to another coworker in the other side of the office cubicles.

I know. But doing things on your own isn't always fun. I mean, I'd really love to go shopping, hanging out for lunch and the like with other people.—

His eyes squinted at your words on his screen

I mean we are social beings by nature, sadly, and as much as I'd like to keep doing things on my own, the making friends fever has taken over. —

—Trust me, don't rush things. They'll come to you in the right time.

Your brows arched in surprise at what you just read and pursed your lips in a tight smile.

I mean, I could ask you to hang out but I know you are a busy man. Plus, I gotta step a bit more out of my comfort zone, ever since I got out of college feels like the right time to start making little changes, can't be socially inadept forever, I guess? —

And I'm not sure if you'd actually be interested in such things, you're a workaholic, so yeah. Sorry for the long ass message. —

He hummed and his lip curled faintly upward

You should try it as well.—

—Got enough to live by. Thanks.

You actually give these "Leave me alone" sorta vibes 🤔—

—That pretty much sums it up.

Oh...

I see—

Your heart gave a wobbly and doleful beat, eyes stuck in reading that sentence over and over again. You gulped laboriously the lump that had just formed in your throat.

He wasn't asking to be left alone, was he? Maybe he was actually hinting that you should leave him alone.

Oh no. No, no.

You hated assumptions. But he was pretty clear about the meaning of the message, right? Right?

Closing his chat log, you put your phone away and tried to pour yourself into work to little to no avail. Your brain felt like split in two, blooming headache biting at the back of your head. Week had just started.

You tried. You tried with all your might to keep the harrowing-thoughts at bay, but over thinking you ever old friend only made things trickier than intended. You barely wanted to look at your phone, cause what would you find there but implicit rejection? Even though the other part of you wanted to reach out, at usual.

Another cold realization. You were the one that always sparked the small and sparse conversations you had.

"... Fuck." Seeing your log of messages with him, offline, just made you cringe at how precisely you were acting and wanted to avoid be seen as. Clingy and desperate.

Gulping down, you pressed on the trash bin icon. Breath stilled for a second as you tapped on the 'Yes' confirmation button. He hadn't replied since yesterday.

Why would he anyways?

Question ghosting over your mind.

It wasn't that hard to process.

His words seemed to make sense now. The palpitations in your heart only made themselves clear further the more you thought about it.

God knows how long he had been waiting to say such things.

You grunted at your thoughts. The noise and unkind thoughts reverberating in your head, made your migraine to simmer to a higher level. You had barely slept as the whole situation was breaking piece by piece the little functionality you had left for the day.

But, tasked yourself with one thing, to not look at your phone through the day. A rather easy task since you only used it to check your little social media, watch funny things or videos that caught your interest.

The knitting and crocheting stash of videos in your gallery weren't enough to keep you distracted. So you had added a new category, city wandering for new spots. And four pm sounded like a good hour to actually start.

And if wandering the city alone, after work to keep you busy from over thinking probable assumptions wasn't considered a hobbie, you certainly didn't know what else to call it.

So you finished work, clocked out and adventured yourself in the arts of local wanderlust. But of course traffic fucked throughly all chances of doing so. You went to the supermarket to grocery and toiletries shopping.

The situation had made you so oblivious to the fact that you needed to replace some basic stuff at home. Shampoo, toothpaste, conditioner, exfoliants.

You couldn't help but notice the coffee and grain aisle full of new products. Hazelnut lattes, cardamom and clove blends, brands you didn't even know that existed, some cheap, other expensive, and of course you took one in between. A small international sample blend.

Your card surely had died a little when you slid it to pay. Almost a houndred bucks in beauty products and another houndred and a bit more in groceries.

The groceries and toiletries were checked from the expenses list. To your little solace, Mr. Landlord was waiting for you with a man and another door.

You let them work, as you unpacked your things. At least you had a new door, a prettier yet still sturdy like the previous one.

Still, no message from Miguel.

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On Wednesday you tasked yourself with the same endeavor as yesterday. Not checking your phone. The videos in your "To watch" list were boring and annoying. Political propaganda, movie recommendation spams, mysoginistic stands ups, reactions to bizarre videos.

Nothing worthy to wasting your time on your lunch break. At least you would have the chance to wander the city on your own. You had noticed some work you had slacked, finished and other projects advanced. A perk you didn't think possible in the admist of chaos.

But why would you even congratulate yourself for doing something that was expected from you?

Right.

You clocked out and once more you went to the city. This time no traffic was there to stop you. Parking in a lot, you took your tote bag and walked. Getting comfy shoes to walk after work was added as a mental note. You stopped on a sidewalk.

Streets bustled with people walking like they were probably late to an appointment, Neon signs begun flashing their lights, adorning the streets with their different colors, different sort of aromas filled in your lungs. Pee, trash, hot dogs, sweets and bakery, perfumes, cigars, gas, weed somewhere.

An overwhelming start. You walked in the bakery's direction. To your surprise when crossing the street it was just a little mobile kiosk with choux pastries. Even though the products looked esthetically pleasing, the prices on the whiteboard underneath, made you turn in the opposite direction. And just then you found your first treasure.

Tea Bar. But not a gentrified-looking tea bar with over the top foliage decor with expensive furnace that charged you for just breathing their air. More like a tavern-esthetic sort of Tea bar named Julien's Potions.

Spices, herbs, and other pastries, rested within funky shaped glass containers, the clerk was also into a sort of role-playing that added a little charm to the place. Hand carved wooden tables and chairs littered strategically the small local. Six tables max. The art on the walls was minimalistic, yet still added to the overall layout in the place.

Prices were significantly much more affordable and the little treat you got, a red berries cold brew tea and Mango muffin, we're exquisite. It gave you enough energy boost to return at the parking lot. Of course you took some pictures of the place.

You felt proud. Your first solo adventure had been wonderful.

On Thursday you had ran into a little fancy liqueur shop. Ironically as it was, alcohol and you didn't get along, but the different labels, the shape of the bottles, the year of brewing, the array of sizes and prices, the origin place, made it all too pretty for you to ignore. There were bottles that surely would cost at least five months worth of your paycheck.

Friday was a busy day at work and of course you just went home. On Sunday you had found a well hidden treasure, a bakery. This time, you took more pictures of the different pastries you had never seen before. Petit fours intricately adorned with such precision you wondered if they had a special machine for it.

Puff creams, chocolate croissants, pain au chocolate, Buttery buns that made you salivate. It kinda brought you back to the baking school sales, your mom's peach gallete and strawberry tarts were popular, and the only two recipes you knew by heart. The rest, long forgotten and replaced with new hobbies' knowledge.

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A week and a half had been exactly gone by, and not looking at your phone had been easier than you had thought. You had discovered a few more places to add to your personal list. A crystal and esoterism shop, where you bought lavender incense. A little thift shop where you got a lovely and fashionable champagne colored trench coat. And today, you kinda wondered where you'd take yourself on a Friday evening

This time you hoped to find a knitting shop. Starting a new hobby meant to invest in it. And your cheap wools had ran out as you were learning the basics of knitting. After work, you'd park your car in a spot of the parking lot, but to your surprise it was closed early. So you drove until you'd find another, nearby the thrift shop you had found. Open 24/7.

You walked east, the bustle of the city wasn't as loud in some parts of it. You gave the thrift shop's clerk a brief smile before continuing down the street. To your surprise there was a Tattoo and Piercing studio. A.F.A.U.'s Emporium. Sid Vicious' voice reverberating through the place the closer you approached.

Your eyes widened upon seeing none other than Hobie on the front desk, organizing a bunch of guitar cords. The place was divided in two. To the left there was the tattoo artists and piercing cubicles. To the right, apparels and other handicrafts were neatly displayed before anyone that actually took the time in looking.

Walls painted in jet black, with a dim white grunge texture as a decor. Pictures of protests, famous singers that made a significant impact on society through their subversive forms of expressions were hung on the wall.

Jello Biafra, Kathleen Hanna, Patti Smith, David Vanian, to name a few, along some bands logos spray painted in some spaces.

A stark contrast with your well dressed for the system-look. Hobie arched a brow at you and chuckled.

"Got lost in the way, birdie?"

You shook your head as you kept looking around.

"I was wandering the city, actually found this place by mere coincidence. Looks pretty cool."

"Humbly"

"You work here?"

He sneered and shook his head.

"I owe it. Me and many others, actually. I'm just the face fo' it."

"What does... AF..."

"Anti Fascist Artist United." He sniffed as his lip twitched.

Your eyebrows rose and you glanced over the piercing cubicles.

"So ya just... wander in the city and see what happens?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Cool. But dangerous."

"I never go too deep in the city just... the outsides. Don't want to fuck around to find out what's in store for me." you chuckled, Hobie followed.

He tucked his hands on his pockets and walked over you, he motioned to follow him.

"How come every time we met you turn cooler?"

He shrugged and took you to the handicrafts.

"You did them?"

"No. My work's on the other side. These are made by local artist that are involved one way or the other in tryin'to get mo' spaces for people that actually bring a change into community."

"So all of this Merch..."

"Ain't free, that fo'sure."

You giggled

"No, I mean, You just rented this place to give other people a space to offer their art and goods without charging them?"

"Nah. they do pay a small quota, meaning, they can come and clean up, organize shite. Government pays the rent, they get full profit of their thingies. Everyone's happy."

"And the tattoo part?"

He smirked and shrugged.

"Government pays the rent, so... puttin' that to good use."

Your eyes widened slightly and you just nodded.

"Might need a bit of that smart for myself."

"You gotta shape it, birdie. Anyways, what brings ya here besides, yer 'wanderlust'?"

You sighed and shook your head.

"Been wandering the city on my own to try and distract me from something that is messing me up. Just glad I found a familiar face after almost two weeks of random strangers."

"Life's a bitch, innit?"

You nodded and went through the merchandise. T shirts with trippy designs, Pottery in fruit shaped bowls, handcrafted watercolors and painting supplies and of course, knitting tools. Your grabbed a couple of wools and paid him to take the small bundle with you.

"So what yer' here for?"

You looked up at him and sighed

"I'm trying to make friends on my own."

"How's that going?".

You shrugged and a humorless laugh came out your mouth.

"I mean... ever since college... way even before that, actually-" You looked up and scratched your neck awkwardly when he gave you his seizing stare.

"Sorry. Don't wanna bore you with my ramblings."

"Haven't said nuffin'" He sat across you and looked at your fumbling hands. The music had died down a bit.

"Saw yer door being replaced."

"Oh yeah. I'm glad I'm not getting stuck anymore." You looked at him and chuckled.

"Whut?"

"Do you always stare at people like you're judging their choices?"

"Yeah. Makes it funnier when they get all squeamish. Like ye."

"I'm not squeamish."

He arched an eyebrow and you both chuckled.

"Can I ask your age?"

"So ya can feel a Lil'more glum for what you might have or haven't achieved so far?"

"My thoughts exactly." you shrugged with a silent laugh.

"24."

"Ah, yeah. I can already feel the disappointment."

"A too well dressed disappointment"

"Is that why you call me... uh... runway girl?"

"No. Glam life, glam dressing, glam job. Runway sort of shite, so runway girl. Been there, done that. Not fo' me."

You didn't know whether to feel offended or laugh at his assumptions. Everyone was assuming lately.

"My life is anything but glam, Hobie. Just work enough to keep appearances. Something that my job also requires from me."

"That's why the name is perfect for ya"

"It's boring."

He pursed his pierced lips in mild derision

"Graduated uni?"

you nodded.

"Found a job of what you did study for?" Again, you nodded and sighed.

He chuckled.

"Still, you're just assuming. My life is boring. Really. One would think that working in branding companies offers you alot. But it's just another fancy way to say you're-"

"Another workforce for da capitalism?"

You chuckled and shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. And people think I actually hang out with celebrities-"

"You don't?" He snorted and you frowned

"See?! You were assuming things! And no. It's rare when I actually meet someone famous. I basically make resumes of what they want, how they want it and make it come true. And if I ever meet them means no good. And still I have to dress up like I'm interviewing someone important."

" A wish maker, then. Might call ye Fairy."

" Sounds less brash than Runway girl actually."

" So lemme get this, you graduated uni, are working on something you actually prepared yourself for, dress up like an expensive doll, but... ya wander the city alone tryin' to make friends? "

"Sounds a bit more depressing and pathetic when you put it that way." He tittered at your words.

"Sounds like you're just living by."

"Yeah. That's been a recurrent feeling, even before college."

"What do ye want?"

"Uh... what?"

"Like, yer acting like yer living the life some dream of, but have the life some hate. That leaves ye in the middle. What do ya want?"

"Right now? I'd like a hug and be told everything, at least up here" You pointed at your head, "Will be fine. But since life is a bitch, I wanna get my ears pierced actually."

His smile was satisfied.

"That's a start innit?"

"Yeah... just realized that ever since college, I... didn't get the chance to do a lot of things."

"Uni seems like the dementor of people's dreams. Even worse if it's private." You chuckled and nodded. He motioned for you to follow to the front desk.

"Both ears?"

"Nah, just my right one for the moment."

"A'ight. Pick one, it's on me."

You looked at him with excited eyes, he just smiled.

"This one. It looks soo cool and it's stylish." You went for a triple helix hoop in your upper lobe.

"Golden, silver or colored?"

"Uh... golden."

He prepared his working area. Your chest felt a bit less constricting.

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The first thing you did when coming home, besides giving Hobie a ride and greeting his mom on the hallway and getting a random invitation for afternoon tea, was to look at your new body modification on the mirror. Golden 6 mm hoops adorned your ear. You couldn't help but feel giddy and a little sore. Hobie was careful, and he was a pro at it.

Your phone had been buzzing nonstop hours ago. You made a quick dinner for yourself out of the left overs. You then took a shower and changed into your pjs, TV remote on hand, The Diary of Bridget Jones ready to play for the third time, when the notification sound dinged. You groaned.

Your thumbs padded and scrolled through the logs. Some were from the work's group chat reviewing the week's assignments, others from your social media announcing new videos for you to watch, your ex college classmates uploading new photos, and something more unexpected.

Miguel's name on the bottom of your notifications. It was almost comical how you had to rub your eyes and make a double take to confirm that it was him. He had messaged you. Your heart skipped a beat. Your thumb hovering on the unread text, like if reading it would make the room to suddenly explode.

You pressed on it and all you could do was blink almost stupidly at it's contents.

—If you're done giving me the silent treatment drop by on sunday. Need your help.

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2kmps · 9 months

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a meadow is the perfect place to nap with an ancient elk god.

notes; 0.4k, mention of evisceration

his bones had been buried beneath layers of dirt and dust, arranged nonsensically in way more man than beast. when you had found his resting place in the cave; an assumed paleolithic-carved alcove far too small to fit his true stature, you had found it weird and oddly despairing, as though intrinsically keen to the fact you discovered something you shouldn't have had.

over time, you had seen him in similar form on plenty of occasions. there was something about finding the shape of a hulking, lumbering deity curled up on the forest floor, bones seemingly in pieces with no ligaments, tendons, or muscle to pull them together. instead, there was an inky vapor of some sort, a substance you envisioned feeling gelatinous, stringy pinched between your fingers. it was never a theory you wanted to wager on, though.

"you seem comfortable." his jaw lifted and clattered beneath your palm sinking low on his long nose. you were surrounded by him, scarcely aware of him in your drowsiness and his grey claws settling across your legs as though to cage you there.

he had been following you again, at least since mid-morning once you entered the deeper parts of the forest where light barely pierced the canopy of the treetops. the length of his limbs made him fast, imperceivable to how long it took the human eyes and brain to work in conjunction to form a coherent understanding of what was happening. if he were anything other than smitten with you, you'd be eviscerated and wouldn't realize it until your bowels were spilling into the dirt and weeds.

you hadn't realized he was even there until you swiveled around to survey another part of the area, forehead nearly cracking into his skull. he hadn't been there a few seconds ago.

"good morning, orruth." he chittered back at you in response, awful and otherworldly, nudging his nose under your fingertips touching bone.

lunchtime came hours later in a sprawling meadow, bathed in warm, midday glow while the birds conversed somewhere in the trees nearby. he had already laid himself into the reaching sea of wildflowers and tall grasses when you decided to climb over him, nestling your shoulders near his head, but out of reach of his enormous antlers wrapped in moss and algae.

his lower mandible rested flat on the ground, bone cracking as the rest of him tipped sideways seemingly dislocated. but, a guttural, withering groan let you know he was comfortable like that.

so, you let the weight of his spindly fingers bring you safety while your lunch settled in your stomach, and your hand smooth across his face.

divider; @/anlian-aishang

repost from my deleted blog: cardeneiv

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ventiswampwater · 1 year

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bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

wordcount: 941

Reader POV. Your dreams take you to different places, but you’re never too far out of reach.

EXTREMELY dubious consent as always. Mostly weird prose, but there’s some smut thrown in here as well. Somnophilia, cockwarming.

A/N: It’s been raining for nearly a week straight where I am. Every single day has been grey. This idea burrowed into my brain and now I’m inflicting it upon you. Similar vibes to poacher’s dream. I just...really wanted to write something that reminded me of the feeling I was trying to capture with that fic. Somnophilia’s been on my mind ever since I read this absolutely electric fic by our lord and savior, @visceravalentines. Definitely go read it if you haven’t already. It features a lovely man who is not at all like the one in this fic. We should all make out with him instead, probably. We won’t.

You’re lost in a quagmire of green, knee-deep in muck.

You’re running from something, but you aren’t sure what. You feel like it must be close. You can hear crashing, the sloshing of something at your heels. The water is dark here, it’s deep. You need to watch where you’re going, but you won’t. It feels familiar.

Maybe, if you push a little further, you’ll reach the edge of the marshland.

The trees crowd around each other, their bulbous trunks bursting out of thick green algae. It’s so dense here, impossibly heavy with warmth. It soaks through your clothes, bleeds under your skin. If someone sliced you open and cracked your bones apart, you’re sure you'd flare hot. Chalky white and exposed, scattering chunks of marrow over the swamp.

Things end up here when they have nowhere left to go. They get caught in the hanging moss and become part of the scenery.

You’ll make a mess of this place, but it won’t matter. There are animals here, bigger than you, and they’ve been waiting. You couldn’t ever run very fast. These kinds of games are about losing.

It wasn’t behind you, anyway. It caught your ankle underwater and pulled you down, tumbled you underneath its weight. You’re spinning wildly, rolling and churning, filling your lungs with water (but it’s so hot here, and you like that stuff).

It’ll play with its food until your neck snaps. Trailing blood in the water, dragging you back to a den squashed in the mangroves. A place of dead things, hobbled together out of reeds and a dozen people’s bones. You wonder if they sparked like yours, if they’re kindling too.

Your body is perched on top of a waterlogged tire and hid away until it starts to rot. It makes it easier to eat when it’s soft like that, when the botflies come. Practical things are sometimes the cruelest.

God, you’ve never been anywhere this hot.

You wake up with your face pressed into the pillow, huffing out shallow breaths. The room is bathed in pale light, milky grey with the faintest wash of blue.

The grey disorients you. There was so much light before. You blink a bit in the gloom. Water is still rushing away above you, beside you. It’s impossible to tell what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. It feels like forever. You lived and you died long before you were spat out here.

Out of the heat of your dream, you’re surprised to feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. You must have thrown the sheets off in your sleep. The position you’re in feels unnatural, one leg hoisted away from you. It rests on something solid, something warmer than this room.

You feel so full (of water, of bugs in your belly eating away the soft tissue, of life).

Stop, look at the window. You’re not underwater. It’s raining, dripping tears down the glass. You’re awake again and the fullness is the pressure between your legs.

Bo’s hand cups at your breast, jiggling the flesh to test its weight in his palm. He catches your nipple between his fingers, tugs at it. When he rolls his hips, you let out a soft little noise, mouthing at the pillowcase. His cock pulses inside you, thick and warm.

He’s already so deep.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He murmurs into your ear. “Not with you movin’ round like that.”

His hand wraps around your thigh, easing you down. You let out a whine as you feel your walls stretch around him. He hisses out a breath, digging his fingers into your skin.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His voice is husky, the rasp of sleep still thick around his words. You can feel how slick you are, how easy it is for him to push in. “What were you dreamin’ ‘bout?”

“You.” You’re not lying, not exactly. He doesn’t need to know the specifics.

It’s the right answer, or, at least, the one he was expecting. You’re never really sure with him. It doesn’t matter, really. Your dream is getting away from you now, chased away by his hands and his lips and his cock. You were somewhere. He was there. You remember heat, you remember weight.

(Or maybe that’s all there is now and you’re getting things confused.)

“Thought you were tryin’ to kill me, baby.” He nips along your neck. You clench down around him, moaning into the pillow. “Asleep, squeezin’ me like that.”

Good, you almost say. If I wrap myself around you enough times, you can’t breathe. Neither can I, but I only need to do it once.

People get rid of snakes, throw them off into the swamp. They’re not supposed to be there. But this looks enough like their idea of home, doesn’t it? They’ll adapt or they’ll get eaten, and that’s all you could ask for.

His breath is warm on your skin. You reach back, your fingers curling into his hair.

“You ready to stop teasin’ me?”

(I couldn’t stomach you if I did. I’m not supposed to be here, anyway.)

You almost ask him if he had the same dream. Was it hard, waiting for the rot to set in? Waiting for softness? Did you taste better like that? Would he do it again if you asked him to? Could you return the favor?

Your hand tightens in his hair, giving it a sharp tug. His teeth are on your neck and it hurts in the way it’s supposed to hurt—scorching away inside you.

You’ve never been anywhere that hot, but maybe he has. Maybe he’ll take you there.

“Yes.”

#something something burmese pythons swallowing alligators whole in the everglades something something invasive species something something #house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #x reader #my fics #I've been under a lot of work stress lately lmao and I've been having a lot of weird dreams #bingo bongo himself featured in two of them. for the first time ever surprisingly.#u would think w/the amount of space I give him in my mind palace I'd have dreamed of him already but nope #my brain summoning this hick like. BITCH!! shut tf up about work for two seconds and look @ this jdshjhfdjjhfdj #peanut brain PEANUT BRAIN this week #so it felt fitting to write somethin weird n dreamy (nightmarish) w/him. idk #it's the vibe on this accursed day #this is...............somethin. idk what. but it's somethin.

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johannestevans · 3 days

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Passionate fisherman who enjoys rockpooling alongside catch and release fishing, is fascinated when he finds a cave with an octopus-like creature within, one that SPEAKS. Praises his scientific mind, his curiosity about life in the sea

He's likewise curious about life on land, about various aspects of human culture and society

The young man is evidently fascinated by the breeding habits of various species, how they lay their clutches

Perhaps he might offer a similarly scientific mind an opportunity to observe

The man bringing a hookup down to the cave and the guy laughing at the kinkiness of it, this guy bringing him down to this cove, away from the rest of the beach, lit by the strange glow of luminescent corals and algaes

Laying him back on a blanket and eating gin out, sinking his cock inside him, playing with him, making him come again and then as his new friend watches eagerly, raptly, curiously

His partner spread out afterwards, exhausted, mind blown by this weird geeky guy

"May I?" His new friend asks, tentacles reaching forward, and the fisherman doesn't even think about what he might want, be asking for

He just says, "Of course, please," and then watched as his tentacles wrap around the partner he'd brought down

Begins to fuck him with his tentacles as he writhes and cries out in shock and surprise and fear, and then eagerness and want and desperation as the tentacles delve into him - drop eggs inside him

The fisherman watches, focused, his eyes hungry

After, his partner is bound up in gooey strands of bondage, blindfolded, his belly bulging with eggs, moaning softly around the tentacle pumping nutrients down his throat

"Would you get me another?" his new friend asks.

"Fuck yeah," the fisherman whispers. "Yeah, I will."

#musings #original fiction #monsterfucking

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linddzz · 7 months

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Tell me about corals magic man

oh man this ask keeps sitting here and I keep starting to write stuff out, forgetting it, then never finishing. So since I am still processing tons of coral pics from a recent field work excursion about coral (and have a day off to just CHILL at home before regular work again) this is as good a time as any. CORAL. IT'S IMPORTANT I GUESS BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? PLANT?? ANIMAL??? OVERAMBITIOUS ROCK??? Yes. kind of. Technically just an animal is correct. Corals are animals, but they are fucking weird animals. Weird in the way that only marine invertebrates can get. I love them because they're freaks. Let me show you.

Corals are a cnidarian, which puts them in the same category as anemones and jellyfish, and when you look at an individual coral polyp you can instantly see the relationship. They are colonial animals with massive structures formed out of polyps that are all clones of each other, and all building a support structure to form the whole, called the colony. An especially cute metaphor I've heard is that each coral polyp has it's own little nook like a room in the massive home they all work to build. A layer of tissue connects polyps to each other over the colony, allowing them to share nutrients and such over the entire structure like little marine communists. These polyps can range widely in size, and they can either be distinctly separate or all fused together, only distinguished by separate mouths. Numbers can also range from millions to a couple species that will have one or polyp mouths max. Polyps can extend out or retract into their little nook, called the calyx, and extend more when the coral is capturing prey from the water.

Lookit those cute little polyps, these guys make their own cubby for themselves!

Don't worry about what I just said about capturing prey and feeding, look at those cute little guys. Some of them are out and some are retracted, showing the little bump where they live.

Fused polyps like on brain corals don't extend exactly, but feeder tentacles will come out from that delineation between the ridge and oral groove. It's actually called an oral groove! Those tentacles are full of the same stinging cells jellyfish and anemones have! One biologist referred to brain corals as a wall of mouths! Ive seen them using those tentacles to slowly drag struggling little shrimps and larval fish towards a slowly opening mouth amongst that wall of mouths! It's like living in a place where at night, the walls open mouths and drag you into them with unthinking stinging strings! Sometimes they just spit out digestive strings to digest stuff outside of their body, like other coral that got too close and needs to check itself! Isn't that great!

A lot of people are surprised to hear "mouths" and "feeding" with corals and yup, corals are animals and therefore they eat! Each polyp has a mouth and tentacles and will extend them to capture prey, mostly zooplankton but also some plant material. Because they're fucking weird though, many species also gain energy via photosynthesis with the help of a symbiotic dinoflagellate called the zooxanthellae or symbiodinium. It's this algae like symbiont that actually gives coral most of their colors. These colors can range from psychadelic to just brown, with regular old browns and greens and yellows being the most common colors (especially in the Caribbean). A bleached coral is still alive, but due to stress has lost their zooxanthellae. They can survive and recover, but in this state they are highly stressed, prone to disease, and can starve slowly without the symbionts helping with their nutritional needs. They appear white or faded because the loss of their symbionts reveals the white calcium skeleton beneath the tissue.

Bleached portion of coral beside unbleached. A dead coral is one that has lost all of it's tissue, and every individual polyp has died, leaving nothing but the skeleton which can no longer grow without the living polyps. Bleached coral is very, very vulnerable to becoming a dead coral.

Unusually high heat is the most common trigger for a bleaching event. And this is where, in my education talks I sometimes do, I pause with a strained grimace of a smile as we all contemplate ocean temperatures hiking up every summer. SO WHY ARE THESE WEIRDASS ROCK ANIMALS IMPORTANT BESIDES BEING COOL TO LOOK AT? Coral structure can be colloquially described as stony or soft. Stony corals are what I work with more, and these guys are the ones that build a hard, calcium based structure as their support building, and these powerhouses are the ones that build the coral reef. Soft corals are what it says on the tin, they may have a sort of support structure that varies amongst families, but it's flexible (you'll see them waving very beautifully and gracefully in the currents) and they (for the most part) do not build the reef. If they do add to reef building it, it's with a very slow process of depositing fine layers. (Soft corals of course have their role in the overall reef health, but reefs are bonkers complicated ecosystems and I'm trying to keep on track here.) When you're looking at the reef, you are looking on centuries, if not millennia, of stony corals building on top of each other. Sometimes this building has been going on for so long that islands are made of fossilized reefs from millions of years ago, with corals that still resemble modern species in the rock. (This is the case of BonAire and blew my goddamn mind seeing the fossil reef it's so fuckin cool.)

Sometimes just a single colony will keep building on itself into massive structures. Polyp clones adding on and on to their predecessors, giving the colony overall a lifespan in centuries. It's thought that some huge colonies may be thousands of years old, because the fastest growing stony corals have a growth rate that may equal centimeters per year.

It's those reef structures of calcium carbonate building up and up that provide the homes to so many other creatures that coral reefs are some of the most biologically diverse, and biologically dense ecosystems out there, like rainforests of the ocean. Even marine life that doesn't live directly in the reefs have a connection to them, using them as feeding grounds, breeding areas, a place to hide while young and vulnerable, ect. They even protect coastlines, acting as a literal barrier that reduces wave damage from storms or just wave action in general. The reef takes the brunt of the physical damage, colonies get knocked around, but the still living polyps keep on building and rebuilding so the reef can go on and not get smashed into rubble every year. That is, if there are still stony corals alive to do the rebuilding. :))))))

So you have these weird animals who build stone structures like cathedrals, have algae in their tissue, live as massive ancient colonies of clones that can eat, photosynthesize, and also reproduce both asexually and sexually. They're able to branch out and do all of that because they are adapted to insanely stable environments. Temperatures don't fluctuate by more than a couple degrees seasonally, tides are consistent, storm seasons are consistent, the water is consistently clear due to lack of algae, which allows sunlight to penetrate and feed the symbionts that feed the coral. Mineral levels in the water are stable so they can take the calcium and carbonate from the sea water to build their skeletons. Without having to be able to adjust to changes in the environment they just went hog fucking wild on all the ways an animal can be an animal.

And here I once again pause with a strained grimace smile as we all take in how they need to be alive to keep building those reefs that support the ocean and the coasts, and how not stable their environment is becoming with new pollutants clouding waters, storms becoming more unpredictable, and waters having bigger temperature swings with hot summer spikes. :)))))))))))

#long post #marine biology #coral reefs #informative #corals are freaks and i love them #i barely touched how theyre freaks i wanted to keep this to a simple 101 guide on what they are and why theyre important #and why they are. not doing too great.#in the grand scheme of the world i believe coral reefs as an ecosystem type will survive #a few species are super hardy #some are more adaptable #in millions of years the ones that made it will eventually find new suitable places to rebuild on the rubble of ruins #but also i would prefer NOT HAVING A CATASTROPHIC EXTINCTION EVENT FOR THEM TO RECOVER FROM OVER A FEW MILLION YEARS THANKS #I WOULD PREFER THAT SORT OF RUIN NOT MAKING LIVES HARDER FOR EVERYONE

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ejunkiet · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

tagged by the wonderful @autisticempathydaemon (chrissy my beloved <33 also you HAVE to let me know if you start writing for castleaudios >:3)

tagging - you, reading this!! also (no pressure!): @dominimoonbeam @glassbearclock @taelonsamada @romirola @lovelylonerliterature @genginger @ninzied @evilbunnyking @nerdierholler @commander-krios @chroniclesinlacuna @kesla @mordinette @garglyswoof @nagia-pronounced-neijia

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

oh god, 128! but this is an underestimate, because i've anon'd some older fics/fandoms hehehe. i've been 'round ao3 since 2012!

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

498,649... now this is actually accurate. 300k of that is from 2020 until now. basically the pandemic got me on a writing kick.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

SO MANY. 19 according to ao3, but right now? baldurs gate & redacted audios >:3 there is another halsin fic in the works...

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh god. okay. you'll get some older fics here: 1. got me on my best (bad) behaviour 2. Call me scent o' mental, but I'm crazy about you (teen wolf....) 3. all bark, no bite 4. devils and ghosts (frank castle / karen page!! love this one heh) 5. sweeter than honey (ofc halsin makes it ahaha)

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES. there are only a few exceptions, when I've written something that touches close to home / a sensitive topic.

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

hmm...bittersweet endings were my wheelhouse for a long time. OKAY. let's do this one: too little, too late. caroline forbes and klaus mikaelson, set at the end of the originals. yeah.

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

....nowadays, I mostly write happier endings sadhfjk lets go with: bioluminescence, which follows on from the events of blood moon (@/barbwrites) and takes marco on a roadtrip to see luminescent algae up close and personal. (it's a loveletter to a summer I spent in california during a really difficult period of my life, and this fic means a lot to me <3)

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

I've not gotten hate, but I've definitely had some interesting comments over the years, for a variety of reasons, usually to do with the person's personal views. (one story had the main character smoking pot to calm their anxiety, and someone was not happy with that)

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

YEP. Smut with feelings is my FAVOURITE thing. I prefer sensual descriptions, because it is all about feelings and sensations with me. as an ace writer, I also like kink and monster fuckery heheheh.

10 - Do you write crossovers?

Not at all ahahahaha. Have I ever written a crossover? I don't think so. I love AUs though, and pacific rim AUs are one of my favourite concepts in fandom.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, and it was teen wolf, and honestly not one of my best. it was a hatchet job, they took random paragraphs and spliced it / wrote around it? someone flagged it to me in a comment, and it was taken down. all in all, a very weird experience.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but gosh, that'd be cool! <- stealing from lexi, agreed, would be awesome <3

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

YES. It was FUN. It was a series of conversations between an estranged father and son, Colm and Milo Greer, with the incredibly talented @frenchiefitzhere (also tagging you for this meme!!). it's still one of my favourite things: An Honest Man Like Yourself

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

ALL TIME FAVOURITE? How dare you. I love all my ships afjkdsfg Shakarian is pretty high up there. Kastle (karen page/ frank castle). All the werewolves from redacted. <3

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

ahhhh. okay. 'wander. wonder.' my poly longfic. don't hate me, but honestly, I've just not got the space for a longfic at the moment. never say never, but I've caught up with the chapters I had worked up, everything else is a vague outline. <3

16 - What are your writing strengths?

oof. I want to say character. most of the fun for me when writing is getting inside a characters head and figuring out their voice >:3

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Structuring longer, multi-chaptered stories - basically figuring out the pacing of it. I'm working on an original project, and I love it, but the first series of major edits will be breaking up my alternating POV sections into proper chapter breaks and letting myself linger more in moments instead of pushing forward (habits of a oneshot writer fdsds)

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've been meaning to have my estonian friend critique my estonian, but I'm pretty positive the 'bond' I referred to is actually the money kind, and not the emotional attachment I'd been hoping to refer to hfjdkssfdg. I do as much research as I can, but it's best to run it past someone who speaks the language!

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

hehehehe naruto. yep. I was a naruto kid. first posted online in 2007......

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

WHAT A QUESTION. honestly, I love what I have been writing the last three years. I've really let myself just write what I want to read, and it's been great. i'm going to cheat, and say the original project I'm working on that I won't let anyone see heheheh. <3 it's got werewolves, kink and explicit consent, and spun out a whole verse for me to play with (and a fun MMF sidestory that I also need to finish...)

gods this got LONG. Thank you for making it this far!! <3

#ask games #ask memes #tmi #i'm nearly finished with the first half of the original project #ropes and fangs #THEN I will let people read it xD #it will still get longer - I write a little concisely. bad habits from focusing on oneshots for so long #it's been a great learning experience #and really - I love the characters #andreas and olivia beloveds <3

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sweetbabymantykes · 7 months

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Actually, Dhelmise isn't a single celled organism, that's a common misconception. Seaweed is a macroalgae, which is a multicellular form of algae. Single celled marine algae are diatoms, too tiny to see with the naked eye and also kinda what glass comes from I think?? I dunno I only know about the big stuff.

That said, research is still being done in regards to what type of seaweed Dhelmise should be classified as. While it seems many will develop a preference for green algae, it's rare for them to consist of that alone; most will still have traces of brown and red algae, and records exist of specimens that opted more for those than the usual green. Oh, but no correlation has been found between algae type and their color, I should mention— trying to figure out how and why exceedingly rare red Dhelmise form is an entirely different can of Orthworms, let me tell you. (Not as difficult as finding a way to ghost and anchor-proof a pokébean container, though...)

The issue is already complex just by virtue of the fact that they technically consist of multiple different organisms in the genetic sense, such as, say, both dead man's fingers and giant kelp. It's like trying to classify lichens. The real kicker is that the species consistently shares the same general body plan and shape, even between populations that primarily utilize entirely different types of macroalgae.

In fact, depictions of them from hundreds of years ago, when they were first encountered by sailors, share a remarkable amount of similarity in basic shape. Though, they did apparently vary in size to a greater degree; some used rocks and driftwood and would be small compared to today's average, usually described as shorter than a human. Others may have made use of entire Wailmer and Wailord falls— perhaps the remains of their unfortunate prey— if some other depictions and descriptions from those times are to be believed. (It is important to take into account the possibility of embellished stories and the like, as interesting as the latter sounds...)

Dhelmise really are quite the mystery, even among other ghost types! It still isn't well understood what causes them to form in the wild to begin with. We know from captive individuals that they are capable of asexual reproduction through fragmentation, similar to many other types of seaweed, but that creates genetic clones and wouldn't explain the diversity amongst wild populations. The prevailing theory involves souls lost at sea, but there is little conclusive evidence to support that.

Ah, I should probably stop rambling on about this now, though. I tend to get a bit carried away, which is weird given how I used to not be interested at all in this sort of thing... What getting reverse chosen by your first Pokémon while visiting family on the coast does to a mfer. Sorry 'bout the wall of text!

I feel like a fraud. I got a fact about aquatic pokemon wrong. It's fine, it's fine, I can still keep my reputation, Dhelmise isn't a water type, it's a grass type. And I actually don't know that much about kelp to begin with, so I guess that's what my problem is, haha.

That aside, man. I could listen to people tell me about other pokemon forever, don't apologize! My sister is really into ghost types but she's not really chatty, either, so it's really nice to hear about them from someone else. Previous Johto anon in a fight with your dad- give this a read! Everyone else, too, I had no idea about their historical 'chains'...

#pokemon #irl pokemon #pokemon irl #asks #dhelmise

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Pics all showing the face of our own 'unnatural' satellite, the Moon.

It was supposedly created when Theia, a planetary body, crashed into the early Earth - where the Pacific is now!!

The wreakage then formed itself, via gravity, into our satellite...

Weird Fact: Lately, a part of Theia was found deep in our planet's mantle! Moreover, there's been talk of a similar mass under the Moon's southern region...

Musings: I haven't read of anybody describing what Earth would be like - if the "crash of the planets" had not occured...

How much bigger would that Earth have been? How would that changed life? I mean, the Moon is about a good quarter of the Earth's size...

1903?: Addendum.

"My Opinion as to Lunar Canals."

In this article, Lovecraft discredits Harvard Prof. W.H. Pickering's theory on dark 'canals' & bright 'rays' being streaks of algae, moss & lichen!

Pickering was sure that certain streaks, radiating from major craters, were large fissures full of frost.

(Nowadays, we've found ice in the Moon's deep polar craters... But, no life so far...)

Quote:

HPL noted, "Any... astronomer would consider (life on the Moon) as unworthy of notice, as our satellite is (lacking) water & (air), the essentials for life..."

In fact, the Moon's lifelessness had been suspected - since the 1600s!

Then, in 1906, Lovecraft wrote "Is There Life on the Moon?", where he flip-flopped (he did that a 'few' times) on the subject.

HPL revealed that the Moon had long been thought of as a "dead world." But, at the time that he wrote, "more advanced ideas" were being offered.

Lovecraft came to support Pickering's theories - probably because he so admired this particular professor.

In his "Can the Moon be Reached by Man?", HPL noted that such a trip would have the added benefit of being able to verify Pickering's ideas...

Lovecraft would last refer to life on the Moon in his 1915 article, "Earth & It's Moon."

After this, though, HPL stopped writing about the subject.

We really shouldn't laugh at ideas we now see as 'misguided'. Hindsight being 'golden' & all that.

But, especially since we're doing the same thing today! Just look at our modern search for microbial life on Mars, Europa, etc...

#addendum #hpl bio #lunar canals #astronomy #moon #young lovecraft

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thelampisaflashlight · 4 months

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At all times, if you must imagine me, think of me not as a person -beyond the basic rights and respect of one- but either a rabbit lifting its head, daringly so, from a drift of snow, wary of the hawks circling above, looking for the darkness in my eyes to pick me off and turn me to carrion.

If not some frail, but brave creature, imagine me, instead, as a creature breeching the algae and duckweed of a small pond, hair a waterfall, emerging only to view the outside world before once more submerging.

I wish to exist as a being of whimsy.

An entity born of the mind.

But do not forget, do not misunderstand.

At the end of the day, I am human.

And perhaps that's the strangest thing to imagine me being.

Because humans are weird.

And I seek to be not the singularly most bizarre, but rather one of many cryptids.

So, to be clear, if I am anything at all.

Man, woman, person...

I am something truly odd.

And I'm quite fine with that.

#lamp rambles #I dunno I was listening to music and had thoughts and here we are

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benwvatt · 7 months

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firstprince week 2023

posting for @thebrownstone's firstprince week 2023! I am so excited to be a part of this event. I wrote this story for day 3 of the week (prompt: written in the stars.)

AO3 link: little rocking, sailing moon, do you hear me shout?

An AU in which Alex is the moon spirit, Henry is the sun spirit, and Alex is totally jealous but pretending not to be.

“Hey, loser” wasn’t a very polite thing to say to a god, but somehow, many moons ago, it’d become something of a ritual for Alex. He’d wake early each evening to the tapping of his sister’s fingers on his shoulder. It would be time to turn the tides, and he’d need to see Henry. Or, as Alex preferred to call him, ‘His Majesty, the Demonic Light.’ Lately, he’d also been experimenting with ‘Man of Misery, Loathed By All Equatorial Peoples.’ Those nicknames were more extravagant, though. It took longer for Henry to disapprove of them and, by extension, longer for that stubborn, telltale frown to spread across his face. It was… kind of cute? In a sort of twisted way? No, no, it is most definitely not, Alex reminded himself. Henry was nothing more than a thorn in his side. As right hand to the council of the gods, he certainly had more important things than Henry to fixate upon. He shrugged and adjusted the right shoulder-strap of his robe, its silver threads shaking as he swam through the milky sky. Gently, he made his way to the center of the horizon. It was shift change: time for Alex, the moon spirit, to rise. No doubt Henry would be drained from his hours standing in the sky, shedding his light across the globe and to every plant and every weird photosynthetic animal and colony of algae. He could stumble home to his mansion and fall asleep once Alex arrived. Good heavens, Henry was such a fucking nerd about algae. About anything that basked beneath his light or created its own glow, really. Alex grinned at the thought; Henry kept a fat, golden book safely tucked away among the clouds, crammed with sketches and microscopic samples pressed flat between vellum pages.

He’d shown Alex his latest discoveries a few times 一 “the humans in Japan just found this one species, Medakamo hakoo, and they named it after one of their scientific heroes! Isn’t that so unique?” That time, he’d even let Alex trace his fingers across the waxy pages. In moments like those, it became more difficult for Alex to roll his eyes at Henry or to view him as most other gods did: ever-adored, undeserving of his fame, untouchable. They called him Midas behind his back. And it was very fucking difficult to reconcile the fact that Henry might be more than an entitled god. When he at last stepped out of his grandmother’s shadow, he was intimidatingly… sweet. Meek, even. read more on AO3!

#firstprince #rwrb #rwrb fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex x henry #firstprince week 2023 #rwarb #rwrb fanfic #firstprince fic #henry fox #benwvatt

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Jacq x GN!Reader

"Learn to Love (Pt. 3.5)"

A mix of random scenarios between you, Jacq, and of course, your beloved Pokémon. They all tell a progressing story, however. A lot of it is you getting to know Jacq and growing to be a natural at raising Pokémon.

Tone/Ending: Fairly Relaxed, VERY Fluffy, A Little Sad in the middle (basically just super short scenes of how your relationship works, you can see it as me using the imagines(?) style with an overarching plot!)

Warnings (For 3.5, 4, and 5): Capsakid is teething/loses his tooth at the beginning, plus some tears of joy and a little bit of trauma talk is had in the middle. Maybe looking at algae samples, your expy thinking of v*mit and calling Cap an asshole counts, but the second two are loving and in your head. Cap coughs up some Spicy Extract at one point. Also, hope you don't mind me mentioning Nintendo products! They're canon, so I'm gonna use 'em

Continuity: Part 4/finale of this particular story, and some lore from "May I Have A Word With You?" remains, setup for (???)

Word Count: 7,000+ in all

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"Are you ABSOLUTELY sure it has nothing to do with him using Crunch?"

The man playfully scoffs and rolls his eyes, shaking his head a little as he stares at the ceiling. He's obviously just amused by your concern, however. Not a trace of annoyance can be found on his face. He's a man of science, but your uncertainty still made sense to him. Regardless, he wanted to reassure you. He makes eye contact again as he finishes doing something on his phone.

"Yes, I'm absolutely POSITIVELY sure. He really is just teething! Here, I have a little guide on how to help him until he loses that tooth of his..."

His phone emerges, sending yours a short guidebook through your email. You glance at the notification before looking down at Cap, who was angrily biting at the popsicle stick Mimi was holding.

He had already eaten the entire thing, the little puddles of melted Cheri berry juice made him slip a few times as he basically ripped the stick apart. Mimi looks absolutely astonished in a weird way, watching as he manages to cut clean chunks out of the stick with wide, concerned eyes, holding it out at a slight distance to avoid getting accidentally bitten herself. You decide to put an end to this.

"Oookay, little guy. That's enough, you're scaring her."

You pick him up, letting him nibble on your finger for a second. He seems to calm down a bit, but he then starts whining.

"Poor little baby..." you say, looking into his frustrated eyes. "I wish I could take on this pain for you."

And you really mean it, too. Your mind wanders a bit, idly wondering if there was some magical pain-transfering method you could do until you look into his eyes again. He looks a little sleepy now, but you know he has trouble falling asleep in general, so you feel like he'll probably hop right back into action once something distracts him from his pain well enough.

"Hehe, he's very lucky to have you, you know..." Jacq says, watching the two of you interact.

You look at him, silently taking note of the way the corners of his eyes crinkle a little as he smiles at you, gray irises looking a bit darker due to his pupils being slightly enlarged. You couldn't help but obsessively read his body language just to be sure he really meant what he said, but you've come to accept the fact that Jacq is just very honest, maybe even a bit blunt at times, but genuine all the same. It's even easy to suss out the rare occasion he's deceitful or secretive, too, if the admonishments he gets from Clavell mean anything.

You noticed and thought of so much, but in reality, you respond right away, looking back down at Cap.

"You really think so? I... I still don't know what I'm doing..." you say, gently massaging Cap's gums with your thumb. He seems to find some relief from this, leaning in slightly to help you apply more pressure, eyes closing in mild acceptance.

"That's okay! Nobody will ever know everything. It's that genuine effort that matters. Even now, look at him! He looks happy even though he's uncomfortable, because you're here for him."

You look at Cap, who gurgles a little as he tilts his head to the right to give you easier access to that side of his mouth. You massage that particular spot, eliciting a quick quirk of the lips from Cap before his face falls again, focusing on getting relief. It's random moments like this that make you think the overwhelming thought of 'I love you', but you often feel too awkward to say it during said random moments, so you just hope the loving look in your eye remains when he opens his own again.

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"New dinosaur drooopped!"

You excitedly hold your phone out, an action that elicits a rattling noise due to the artsy teething bracelet you wore, showing him the article about it. Cap is in your shirt pocket, chirping excitedly despite not really knowing what's going on, while Mimi took her usual spot on your shoulder, holding on tight to keep up with your enthusiasm. It almost looked like you didn't just run back to Mesagoza after a day trip to Artazon. Almost.

He beams at you before nodding a few times, already sitting here and focusing on the same exciting news as you on his own phone, which was hovering and angled up at him from his desk.

"Oh, I know! It's all I could focus on this morning!" His smile slowly and sharply falls as he remembers something. "Heh, got a little scolding from the Director for that one, but at least I got my work done!"

You tilt your head a little. Did he... did he really get yelled at for that...? You wanna ask more, but it'd feel weird prodding.

"Aww, I'm sorry..."

He shoots you an awkward little grin as if saying 'it's fine' without using words.

"Well, I'm here, so uh, you should talk about it! 'Cause I also wanna talk about it, and you're excited, and I'm a noob who wants to learn-"

Now it's his turn to tilt his head a bit. Was it the noob comment? It's definitely the noob comment. You get slightly closer as you try to clear things up.

"Er- w-well, I didn't mean it like that, I meant... I'm like, not a scientist, but I've always been interested in paleo stuff, and like... you're a Pokémon biologist, so you know more about this type of thing than me. So with your knowledge and my noobish energy, this could be a really fun conversation, right?"

You silently nod, a strained grin on your face as if begging him to put a stop to the situation. Cap, who had been staring up at you this entire time, chirps loudly, obviously concerned. Mimi is as well, stroking you on the head and cooing lowly to calm you down. You probably look a teensy bit out of your mind at the moment, holding your phone up like you were threatening him with it. You're for sure absolutely mortified, but you keep your eye on Jacq's response.

At first, his mouth is slightly agape, definitely caught off-guard by your abrupt outburst. But then it slowly morphs into an open-mouth smile- a genuine one at that. He huffs out a laugh, which kinda reassures you? But also worries you a bit?

"Hehe, you guys were made for each other!"

Huh. Not a response you were expecting, but certainly makes sense coming from Jacq.

"But to answer your question, yes! I'd love to. Where did you find out about it?"

The tension in your... whole body loosens as you casually walk over, as if you didn't just take three years off your life through sheer humiliation.

"Oh, I follow this duo that goes by "The Bygone Beasts", I saw their post about it first thing this morning!"

His eyes widen a bit before he fully turns to you.

"Really, now? You follow them, too?"

You're slightly stunned, not really seeing him as a social media guy. But honestly, it kinda made sense when you thought about it. He made an app after all.

"Yeah? I follow their socials and watch their videos all the time, actually..."

He grins.

"Oh, wow, that's neat! I follow them, too. I like their 'Quick Digs' the most, especially when I'm too busy to look into something right away. It's nice- seeing how easy it is to introduce this new, complicated stuff if the right person teaches."

'Like you-?'

"Yeah, true! Plus, they make it fun, which is good for like, the general public and stuff..."

You are really bad at getting the words in your head out into the world, but he seems to understand you just fine.

"Yeah! Easy to digest and a pleasure to watch overall, I believe that's what makes a great lesson."

'Like what you do-?'

You nod fervently. You totally agree with him, you're just afraid the silly words in your head might get out if you elaborate too much.

Such as how you totally didn't run back to Mesagoza just so you could nerd out about dinosaurs together.

_\V/_

You were nervous. SO nervous, actually. Jacq had actually invited you to accompany him as he did some light fieldwork, since you were already out training Mimi anyway. Cap was back at the academy with Saguaro as he made him some more teething treats specifically to his liking...

...he's been really nice to you as well, actually. You might try and get to know him more.

Jacq had his Slowbro out as backup this time around, who lazily leaned against him as he tried to take notes on some Pokémon running around. The four of you were sitting in some bushes, just watching them interact.

"Ah, hold on, I have to write something down..."

He gently pushes against him so they're both sitting up straight. He didn't take his eyes off his field journal for even a second, which you couldn't help but find endearing. He looks positively giddy being able to work outside, even though you think he works outside the academy every Saturday anyway. Saturdays just like this, except he seemed to usually go alone.

He eventually sits up and glances at you, petting Slowbro as he did so.

"Hehe, sorry. I was just interested in that Mudbray over there! I think it's sharing its mud with that Petilil..."

He turns back to them as he says this, prompting you and Mimi to do so as well. The Mudbray seems to be scraping the ground a little bit as the Petilil hops in place with excitement. Jacq whispers, probably to himself, leaning in a little bit while adjusting his glasses to see them better. You can almost feel him squinting, even though you can't see it yourself.

"Huh, I wonder what they're..."

The Mudbray finishes its work, stomping once with its front leg and proudly holding its head up, looking away from the little bulb with its eyes closed. Petilil proceeds to squeak, hopping around in the mixture. Despite the presence of Mudbray's mud, the area doesn't seem to be a mess...

"...ohhhh..."

You turn to him. He brings a hand up to his chin, gears turning in his head as he has an epiphany.

"...was that Mudbray preparing a little patch of soil for Petilil...?"

You keep watching them as well, watching as the Petilil seems to be frolicking around in the spot Mudbray dug around in. Mudbray opens one eye to catch a glimpse of the little grass-type before closing it again, holding its head up even higher. It's undeniably proud of itself.

You turn to Jacq, who is already furiously scribbling everything down, nodding and mumbling to himself as he did so. You look over at Slowbro on the other side of Jacq, who yawns, still leaning against him. You then turn to Mimi, a small, uncontrollable smile on your face. She covers her face to try and stifle a little laugh, prompting you to playfully roll your eyes and shake your head, looking away from her.

"Okay! That was a very fascinating interaction..." he starts, looking down at the notes he wrote. You look back towards him as he mulls over them, and he eventually turns to you.

"Sorry, got in the zone, hehe."

You shake your head.

"Nope! You're good, do your thing. In fact, pretend I'm not even here!"

He furrows his eyebrows, mouth slightly open, confusion evident on his face as he stares at you.

"Wha- why would I?"

You feel somewhat addled, looking at how confused he is. Isn't it obvious...?

"...this is a part of your research, right...?"

He lets out a little "pssh!" sound, looking at you with a wry smile.

"Oh, this? Don't worry, I'm just observing them, nothing major unless I see something strange..."

You nod, looking back over at the duo, but especially at Petilil. Grass-types sure were interesting, you wouldn't mind it if you stuck around to study them a little. You're especially interested in how they came to be, that topic is still shrouded in quite a bit of mystery. And since your first Pokémon just happened to be a grass-type, it was almost like it was meant to be.

"...that being said, I do wonder what benefits Mudbray gets from all this..."

He is completely engrossed in what he's watching, back to staring at the two as if he had never even turned around in the first place.

"Is it possible it does it altruistically? Are they friends? She seemed to know what it was doing already..."

He continues to scribble some notes down.

"Oh, I HAVE to talk to Mudsdale about this later. Maybe she'll know!"

You laugh a bit to yourself. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you agreed to join him on the field, but you didn't mind. Seeing Jacq in his element, just watching how he functions on a normal old day was great, no matter what he was doing.

_\V/_

"Oh... oh no, buddyyyyy. I'm so sorry-y-yyyyy-"

You're struggling not to laugh a little as you comfort your Pokémon. Cap's shooting you the death glare of the century, but at least that tooth finally came out! Now he won't have to live in discomfort, at least until it starts growing back in. You had it on your desk, because you weren't exactly sure what to do about a tooth that will start degrading sooner rather than later.

You give him a little pat on the head using your index and middle fingers, but when you remove them, you see that he's still absolutely incensed. You stifle a titter, trying to stare him down with a somewhat neutral expression to show him you aren't laughing AT him, even though it's technically true.

You weren't laughing at his missing tooth, however. That was for certain. You were laughing at the face he made when you tried to reassure him he'll be fine without it for a while. Which is the face he's still making. Which is why you're struggling not to laugh.

When his eyes narrow and his frown deepens even more, you can't help yourself. Pulling out your phone, you aim it at him.

"Hah- buddy, buddy, I promise you'll be fine-"

You snap a picture, face twisting into a strange slanted smile as you look at it, prompting Cap to stick his tongue out at you.

"I'm sorry... you're just so cute... plus, look!"

You turn it towards him, though you can't tell if he actually looked at it or not.

"Memories in the making... your first tooth shedding!"

You do genuinely love keeping mementos for occasions like this, even silly ones, but that also means you take plenty of photos he won't hate you for in the future. Mimi comes over, hugging Cap and mildly glaring at you. She then walks off with the little guy.

The absurdity of it all almost breaks you, coming so very close to just... cackling. But you take a deep breath and remain calm. You feel bad for laughing, so you accept the fact that you'd have to either explain just WHY you were laughing, even if they didn't believe you, or simply apologize for laughing at all without any explanation. Either way, you'd accept their reactions.

You sit down at your desk, staring at the tooth. You really don't know what to do with it. Apparently people make dishes with these? But you aren't sure how comfortable you'd feel eating the tooth of your own Capsakid. Do Capsakid in the wild who like spicy foods eat their own fallen teeth? UGH, so many questions...

You pull up your phone.

So many questions, so many excuses to message Jacq.

[Hey! Can I ask a weird question?]>

<[Of course! The weirder the better./gen]

[What should I do with Cap's tooth? I don't think I personally have the will to eat it, but I also think it's gonna start rotting or drying out eventually]>

<[Hm, there are quite a few things you could do with it. Want a little list?]

[Yes, please! I'm open to anything]>

<[*You could donate it to a friend so someone else can use it.

*You could see if he wants to keep it, some seem to hold onto them for some reason or another.

*If he doesn't want it, you could preserve it for yourself if you're the sentimental type.

*It's also fine to just let nature take care of it.

So many options! Those were just a few.]

Hm, what would a wild Capsakid do...?

[Thank you!! I'll definitely ask if he wants it, but preserving it sounds sweet if he doesn't]>

You then think of the picture, wondering if he'd find his little face as amusing as you.

[Hey, totally related, check this out]>

[He angy]>

You wait for a bit, hopefully he doesn't think you hurt him. Oh gosh, what if he does... the sight of those three torturous dots causes you to freeze and stare at your screen until...

<[Oh wow, you're lucky the Director wasn't around when I got this 😂/j]

Ok... thank ALL the gods in the world and also any other ones beyond it that he found it amusing... you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You then start replying, feeling confident enough to continue the conversation.

You didn't know it at the time, but this weird little photo eventually reminded him of something.

_\V/_

"Do you... remember what happened that day?"

The two of you are sitting in homeroom before classes start. You're trying to rack your brain the best you can. The day you learned Cap was getting stronger just watching Mimi, Cap got mad at you. Why could that have been...?

"...hm..."

You furrow your eyebrows in deep thought, tracing your memories back from your arrival in Mesagoza to the first thing you can remember that day. Something happened between you two, what... what was...

"Oh, oh! I remember!"

You turn to him.

"Cap was already out of his Pokéball! H- he was attacking another Pokémon-- what was it...? Oh, a Chewtle!"

He slowly nods along, eyes relaying the fact that he was mulling over every detail you gave as you gave them.

"Hm... I see..."

He seems to have an idea of what was going on already, but he needs some clarification first.

"Do you remember anything about the way they were fighting?"

The... way... they were fighting? Something about this question tickles your brain a bit.

"I think... hm, that's a... an interesting question."

You remember the fact that Cap seemed mad at Chewtle. Like, genuinely furious at it, before redirecting that anger towards you. The Chewtle had some friends watching on the sidelines, but didn't run when Cap knocked the main Chewtle out. It was when they realized you noticed them that they bolted. Cap and Chewtle were crying out, trying to intimidate the other, which is why you woke up in the first place.

Ok. That's a lot to unpack.

"...the Chewtle... well, there were three of them. I woke up because Cap was yelling at one of them, the other two were watching nearby. And uh... when I asked him why he was fighting a random Pokémon, he got mad at me. He knocked the Chewtle out, too, I don't know why. I think he used... Razor Leaf...? Yeah, had to be Razor Leaf. It was close-range, though. Seemed to be a VERY personal attack."

He nods once, staring at the ground as the final piece of the story clicks into place.

"I see..." he says as he closes his eyes, face turning somber. "Capsakid was very mad at you that day."

It's been a little while since all this happened, but that still made your heart sink. He has a warm expression on his face as he sits back up to look at you, however.

"From how frantic he was in letting me know something happened to you, he seemed more worried that you didn't get why he was mad than the fact that you told him off. But since you mention him fighting a Chewtle and being out of his Pokéball before you got up--"

You think you're starting to get it.

"--well, it seems your Capsakid is a very loyal one indeed. I believe he was simply trying to protect you from the Pokémon stumbling upon your camp!"

Of course he was. What...? Of course, how did you not realize it?

"I-"

You're having trouble speaking, words failing you. He takes note of this.

"...hey..."

He puts a hand on your shoulder.

"... I think he just wanted me to tell you to be more careful, human-to-human. I'm very glad he came out and saved the day. He deserves a gold star for that one!"

Huh. You knew he was just being playful and using teacher humor, but... that doesn't sound like a bad idea. The image in your head of Cap and Mimi covered with gold stars while proudly standing next to a good behavior chart tickled you.

"Hehe, he sure does..."

You feel kind of sad, though. You want to understand them better. Of course Jacq isn't exactly fluent in Poké speak, but the fact that he could see his stress, realize it was related to you specifically, and ask the right questions to guesstimate what he wanted made you... a little jealous, not gonna lie. Not the kind that makes you resent either of them, thankfully, but the type that makes you wish you could just... be as good as him, you guess.

"...Mr. Jacq...?"

He smiles a little, although there was an almost imperceptible sense of hesitation in the way he turned to you, something you'll no doubt obsess over later.

"Yeah?"

"I... I wanna stay at the academy a bit longer."

His eyes light up.

"Really?"

You nod with determination.

"Yeah! I, uh, think it'd be fun, being able to really study here. I wanna be able to understand Cap and Mimi the way you do. Plus, I- I've always been interested in helping the world figure out the origins of grass-types, even as a kid. Maybe I could be a researcher that focuses on them?"

You panic, just a little on the inside.

"A-and if I'm not cut out for that, maybe I'll be able to offer support in another way? I can be helpful, I promise..."

You look down, all steam evaporating from your body. Your word salad of a proclamation goes out in the least confident way you can imagine.

"...eh... maybe..."

There's a small silence, which freaks you out until you glance at him. He's looking down, face neutral, but his eyes show a slowly brewing excitement. He's thinking over your proclamation. When he looks up at you, a giddy grin is plastered across his face.

"That sounds great! I know you'll do great in whatever you pursue, and hey! I'd love to see you here next semester."

Oh, thank goodness. He said he'd love to have you here. And you'd love sticking around. You were done pretending you had to leave once your situation was sorted. You adored this school, enrolling because of Cap but staying for... everything else.

You're just glad he still seems to want you around.

_\V/_

"Alright, Mimi! Use Entrainment!"

Mimi nods with a squeak before starting to dance. The wild Lechonk watches her odd movements, head swaying to keep an eye on her, only to get in the groove and start dancing as well. After a while, you strike.

"Nice, now use Discharge!"

She nods, curling in on herself before throwing her arms up, charging up a loose a flare of electricity while wildly hopping and swiping at the air before sending off one dense blast that fades out after a certain distance. The Lechonk... seems to be unaffected by it, even looking at itself and its surroundings as the electricity disperses and fizzles away. It then turns to you, oinking.

"Okay, now it has Volt Absorb. So that's how Entrainment works... nice!"

Mimi turns to you and trills before letting out a little cheep. You smile.

"That ability will certainly be helpful..." you muse, looking at the Lechonk as it stares at you both.

"Oh, thanks for being such a good sport, Lechonk!"

You toss it a treat, a Poffin from the Patisserie Soapberry. Lechonk takes a step forward and happily eats it, wagging its little tail while snorting away. When it finishes, it oinks again as a goodbye before waddling off. Maybe it will use its new ability... what do wild Pokémon do when hit by moves like that? Would it go away if it fainted or fell asleep or something? You can't help but wonder...

"Okay! We should check in on Cap and Jacq!"

It likely wasn't easy watching him while grading papers and the like. You knew your little chaos gremlin, so you tried to warn him ahead of time. You just know he's probably bored and causing mayhem, or trying to get Jacq's attention through any means necessary. But he insisted he keep him while you go out to train and see what Mimi's got going on, so you reluctantly agreed... he was the expert, after all, so if anyone could babysit a rascal like Cap, it was Jacq.

...he's done so much for you, for seemingly no benefit of his own. You'd have to thank him profusely one of these days.

[Jacq! She just entrained the HECK out of a Lechonk! Isn't that cool???]>

He opens it and responds after a few moments.

<[Yeah, very cool! When in a pinch, that move can be pretty useful. And hey! She might even be close to Cap in terms of experience now, actually!]

Huh. Does that mean...?

[Aw, finally. Progress! I need to test that theory out soon 😈 ]>

You were pretty excited to see if he was right, since you weren't totally sure how confident Cap was using Seed Bomb yet. You'd have to see if they were in the same battle experience range in-person. Plus, a part of you still wants to wait just a little bit before testing it out. You're getting ahead of yourself now, though. You wanna see your gremlin!

[Oh yeah, can I see the little baby guy?]>

He starts typing, only to pause for a few moments. He then picks it back up and responds.

<[Sure! Gimme a few seconds.]

You wait, and he sends a picture of a very happy Capsakid.

<[I think he likes lemonade]

You can't help but let out a laugh. Something about his reply was sort of amusing to you. Cap looks like he's having a grand 'ol time as well, you'd have to buy him some lemonade sometime. Maybe you can experiment with different foods and drinks now that he likes you enough to... not... ignore you.

[Haha, noted!]>

You then look down at Mimi, who is sitting in front of you grooming herself. After giving her ears a good brushing, she chirps, walking over to you and rubbing up against your leg. She's always been fond of you. You aren't sure why, but you're grateful for it. Always by your side, looking out for you, going along with your weird little plans...

You smile. You really did appreciate it, even if you couldn't always put it to words. So you pick her up and give her a little scratch behind the ears. She leans back a little to really melt into the feeling, closing her eyes and smiling wide.

"You've always been there for me... through thick and thin. Thank you for that..."

The "I love you" lingers on your tongue, but it feels like bad timing. You love her in general, you don't want to give her the impression that you only love her because she's useful in your plans. So, you decide to be less shy in showing your love and appreciation for no real reason more often.

You've always enjoyed the idea of (well-meaning) spontaneity when it comes to gestures of love, even if you'd probably explode if someone did it and you weren't even sort of aware of it. You'd just be able to do it more often now that you weren't stressed 24/7 anymore. Whenever you thought of her, you'd let her know.

_\V/_

You're sitting on the floor in your bathroom, trying to keep as quiet as you can, tears streaming down your face. You're crying, for a reason you're honestly a little embarrassed by. You were bathing Cap, because he decided running around in the mud was an amazing idea for some reason.

"C'mon, Cap. You look fresh out the ground right now..." you said, an amused smile on your face. You ran the sink, but added some bubbles to it to make it more fun. The sensitive skin kind specifically, just to be sure.

You gently wipe the dirt off with a wet cloth, using just the cloth over your thumb so you don't smother him on accident. He seemed to accept his fate rather well, allowing you to clean him up without too much of a fight. When you were done, you let the water run out, getting all the dirty water down the drain before deciding to rinse him off one more time.

You refill the sink to just a few inches this time, placing another cloth on the bottom so he doesn't slip before allowing him to splash around a bit. He seemed to enjoy it, actually, so you smile, looking down at him as he played and finished getting the last bit of residual soap off. He looked up at you, those big ol' eyes of his so full of wonder and enthusiasm...

...and then it began.

Here you are, crying your eyes out in your dorm's bathroom because of the overwhelming love you feel for your tiny pepper kid. You can't help it. You just didn't know why. Why now? All you were doing was washing your gremlin off so he didn't track dirt and mud all over the academy.

But you couldn't control the wave of adoration that came over you.

Cap chirps from the sink. You flinch, remembering how small he is, so you turn around to make sure he hasn't fallen. He hasn't, simply watching you over the sink's edge, curious. You smile. It's a real smile, but the tears in your eyes are all he really sees right now. So when you get up to walk back over, he stares up at you as he generates some leaves, almost like he was about to hit you with Razor Leaf like he did to Chewtle... but he doesn't, instead letting them gently fall.

You blink, confused, before he bites one and leans in. He then chirps again. It was slightly muffled, so the tone was hard to gauge, but you assume he wants you to take it. You... really wish you knew what he was saying.

"What, for me?" you ask as you take it from him, lifting it up to smell it like a flower. But as you do so, he chirps loudly again, before rapidly blinking. You blink back at his pace, really not getting it until he scampers up to rub his face on your shirt.

Oh... was he... was he trying to get you to...

You wipe it underneath your eye before looking down at him expectantly. He chirps, bottoms of his eyes crinkling with joy.

...huh... maybe he does pay attention during movie nights.

You chuckle a little, charmed by his attempts to make things better. His leaf was obviously not the best material to use as a replacement for tissues, but he didn't need to know that. The fact that he wanted to make things better so badly that he even thought of this warmed your heart. You nod at him, smearing the rest of your tears away before bowing slightly.

"Thanks, Cap. Really! I appreciate it."

He trills before turning around, kicking up some water and letting out a mighty cry. Back to playtime it is. You need to remember to get some bath toys for them, but he seems satisfied just splashing around like he's king of the lake or something. Must be nice meeting a body of water he can trust not to swallow him up...

Mimi was fast asleep, but you know she'd find it sweet if you told her later (maybe even squeal and give him a big Bewear hug). Jacq was... doing Jacq things of course, but he'd certainly love to know that he thought to do something like this. You even think of Saguaro, knowing he would find his gesture adorable.

But a part of you would like to keep this little moment between the two of you. You were thinking hard about it of course, but Cap had already moved on, stomping around with a smile, probably not even thinking about it anymore. It was super sweet, and you wanted him to know that in ways your awkwardly short words couldn't portray, but perhaps it should be by celebrating him as an individual?

...hmm...

_\V/_

End of Part 3.5

#gender neutral reader #spoilers #jacq x reader #learn to love

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ratsoh-writes · 11 months

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Your main 10 have a couple kids who make bets with eachother a lot. Loser has to do something gross, normally it's lick their dad (the skeledude) toe, touch the icky stuff n the sink, sniff a portapotty. His kids r weird. How do the skeledudes react?

Sans: hilarious and doesn’t harm anyone. This has sans’ seal of approval. He even makes suggestions sometimes. Like this bet? Looser has to mix ketchup, mustard and Mayo in a water bottle and drink it. His kids always have sans pick the bets when it’s serious lol

Papyrus: y’all think paps hasn’t done stuff like this?? Oh he has. And he wins every bet. So his kids don’t let him join, but they do have him be the judge. Reminds him of the old days when he and undyne were younger.

Star: he thinks it’s hilarious and happily acts as the camera man for his kids. They have a YouTube channel that’s a huge hit. Commenters love to suggest new challenges. Of course the kiddos are only allowed to do them with star’s permission. He’s still a (somewhat) responsible parent!

Honey: as long as said dares don’t mess with his kitchen or get anyone hurt, honey supposed he can tolerate them. He reasons that it could be worse. They could be doing drugs instead, or (shudders) fnaf play-throughs.

Red: once his kids stole his mustard for a dare. Never again. Reds a great dad, but don’t touch the one fix he has left. He gave up smoking and drinking for these ankle biters. Just give him this

Edge: disgusting. Why don’t they have the looser do something productive? Like sweeping the patio! Or scrubbing the grill? (And he wonders why his kids don’t like his bets)

Mal: he’s already been through stuff like this with cash. He’s still going through it with cash lol. So mal isn’t phased when he catches one of his kids kissing a ceramic gnome covered in algae for a bet. He just tells them to clean up before they go back inside

Cash: b*tch he’s the one who started these bets!! Cash is the bet master and his kids fear his imagination lol. Ok not really, he makes sure every bet is age appropriate, but man is it fun. Cash is always so proud when he looses to his kids and has to do the dare. He’s got a hoard of little sneaks on his hands!

Oak: he’ll forget half the bets his kids do, so when he catches them in the middle of a dare he’s always so concerned. Like put the chicken down! Do not lick it’s feet? Stars why are you even doing this??

Willow: lol this brings back memories. A lot of his bets with his kids involve scaring the deer away from his and his neighbors backyards. His neighborhood has a real deer problem.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #swapfell #underswap #underfell #horrortale

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nagia-pronounced-neijia · 13 days

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First Lines

Tagged by @laiqualaurelote and for once I have the energy. Thanks for the tag!

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern

1. Laus Veneris

The scents coming in off the East River are a particular kind of awful this morning, all rotting fish, old sewage, and frying algae. Even if the sun hasn't quite risen yet — it's still peeking over the horizon, casting long shadows over the city — the early summer heat means that Bigby smells everything.

2. The Distance Caught Me By Surprise Again

If Trevor were ever going to be completely honest about the fuckshow shit-circus that this most recent assault on Dracula's castle has been, he would probably admit that he'd always expected it to go poorly.

3. Unto All Men A Chosen Land

So, apparently, Trevor has somehow missed the end of the goddamn world. Weird. He'd thought for sure there were supposed to be trumpets, and something about armies of angels, or maybe the faithful?

4. This Rising Tide

Himura's blow may be what sent him crashing to the floor, but though Aoshi will never forget the searing pain of that impact — the burn of metal into his skin, a thousand times worse than any gunshot — it's not the pain that keeps him there. That takes the realization of what he's done.

5. Just Play Your Part

It's a surprisingly quaint little farm, the kind of thing some traveller from the far-away west might paint into his little journal and tell all the Belgians and Austrians and French about.

6. When There Is No Star In Sight

Those first few days of pale, pink-cheeked spring are gloriously, luxuriously perfect.

7. This Doesn't Hurt

They trudge into Camp Dragonhead under the cover of night. Pale snowflakes blur with paler stars in the blue satin sky; Alphinaud tastes the cold with his first breath, sharp on his tongue and crisp between his teeth.

8. there where the good man is not good

The thing about being a Belmont is, the job means you die.

9. When The Chaos Calls Me Out

So, the thing is, it wasn't supposed to go like this. He gets about four seconds of, "oh shit" when he puts his foot down inside what was apparently a circle of something.

10. If You Won't Go Under

Yuffie learned to climb and fall and roll so early that she had stopped having those weird dreams where you feel yourself fall, and then have to jerk to to wake up, by the time she was twelve.

(First line is actually narrator death, so here's the non-awful first.)

Most of the first lines are pretty punchy, but some of that may just be narrative voice. Speaking of, most of these openings have very distinctive character voices, with the (deliberate) exception of "When There Is No Star in Sight." This doesn't really surprise me and tbh probably isn't all that noteworthy for me, considering that I write extremely close third, with narration as a window into the narrator's thoughts. It's not just conversational prose, it's a conversation the narrator could conceivably be having in their head.

My openings also tend to get to who the narrator is pretty quickly. This is a writing habit I formed waaaaaay back when FF.Net published writing advice columns/articles on the front page. One of them tore into an author for playing coy about who the narrator was and delaying using names, and apparently I internalized that, along with basically all of Limyaael's rants.

I don't typically tag people, so if you see this and want to join in, please do!! Also: feel free to include your original projects or unposted wips. I'm not the police.

#memesheepage #on writing #artforms large and small

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boxwinebaddie · 10 months

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Style beach day PLEASE

ohhhhh my god. my friend, you do not understand. i was born for this. years of watching famous/infamous ‘beach day’ filler episodes in animes has prepared me thoroughly for this moment.

what’s funny is chapter one of pep was actually my riff on ‘what if south park was a style anime that had a dramatic, iconique beach day episode?’

but i will happily, gladily — nay — it would be my honor to give you another one :) on an actual beach and not that hellscape pond

so i am going to say they are on a junior/senior class field trip or the cfpom ( the core four plus one more ) are just taking a road trip during spring break because fuck u shitpark chodearado why does everyone else get to score bad bitches shake some ass and catch some waves at the beach? why not us, bitch!?

so the boys ( and dearest marj ) use good ole google to find a beach and they sure do — it’s beautiful! everyone is stoked!

except for kyle! surprise surprise! kyle is not stoked! kyle hates the mf beach! it’s too hot he literally is a human sunburn he fucking hates sand is disgusted by all the weird wet algae plant matter, scared of the weird little sand crabs trying to pinch his ass 25/8 ( me too besties i understand u ), thinks people are loud and ugly and is committed to having the worst time of his life bc he is the fucking fun police.

i imagine even outside of vampire au kyle he looks like marceline the vampire queen on the beach:

big ass sun hat like HUGE, huge sunglasses, swim shirt…is he wearing the star of david swim trunks from the 7th grade flashback bc he hates swimming so much he doesn’t have another pair…it’s more likely than u think shsksk sitting there under a fucking massive beach umbrella mad as hell trying to read like the picture of dorian grey scowling at every child so aggressively that one cries! that man is here for one reason and one reason only…

can we all guess? shsjks

stanley randall william marsh, of course ;)

( everyone say gaaaaaaaaaay )

who….there is always a risk factor involved when taking that man to any large body of water because there is a small likelihood that…he will not come home and decide to stay there forever dhskks

kyle had assessed the risk factor of having to visit this god awful place to visit his super best fantasy mermaid ( best friend ) boyfriend for the rest of his life….and decided it was worth it to ogle him in his natural habitat…which kyle baby i totally understand…

because stan….of course, looks fucking beautiful.

he always does that son of a bitch. but especially in the sun, at the beach, badly bleached blonde but gloriously tan ofc. how can a man look that beautiful in terrance and phillip swim trunks is truly a mystery to kyle…girls are taking snapchats of him like ‘jessica look at this fine ass man on the beach he is short but ill slouch’, he’s like handing seashells to little girls, picking up beach trash on his way to kyle who is…not reading his book again…fkn idiot like ur iq is 900000 STAND UP! everyone’s favorite emo beach angel

and ofc when he gets to kyle stan is like kyle pile~ <3 u know in the way that makes him want to throw up from stress, will u put sunscreen on my back marj is shy, last time kenny moaned dhsjs and i don’t trust cartman not to draw a dick plus…..i want u to! :)

( everyone say gaaaaaaaay again dhsjsk )

and kyle says “absolutely” in the most shrill least chill fucking voice in the world because he totally *didn’t* have a dream like this one time shskkds Pain!

so kp lovingly ( awkwardly bc he thinks he is going to die ) administers the sunscreen onto extremely stunning sbf back and before stan leaves he folds all his little cheap emo boy jewlery into kyles clammy sunscreen covered hand and gives him a hug which….kyle is getting too much action this beach episode and we are five minutes in pray for him

then stan is like “ok i’m off but if i don’t make it back i love you” like dead serious and kyle is like please pinch me am i dead ( also dead serious ) and stan laughs and is like no dumbass but the ocean is an unpredictable mistress i am at her mercy and u never know so ily kp enjoy ur freaking lame nerd book and please try to have a little fun for me <3

then u know they secret style handshake stan grabs his surfboard and shoots kyle the ~shaka~ and is off

kyle…naturally…reads three entire pages of the picture of dorian gray before proceeding to spend an uninterrupted 30 minutes watch stan do beautiful sexy merman things in the water

meanwhile elsewhere kenny has obviously acquired the tlc and attention of every fine ass milf in the area also a white claw lmaoooo marj is tall as hell also wearing a hello kitty bathing suit and is decimating at beach volleyball! like her skill is unmatched she looks really sweet but she is wiping the floor w all these chads and brads!

also she almost kills cartman with the volleyball bc she spikes it but also…regrettably with all her jealous rage watching every hot mom hit on kenny and it hits cartman right in the head and knocks him out cold! HKKSLHD SLAY OLAY!

and u know…maybe we should be concerned that cartman has a concussion but he also said a lot of mean things abt how women’s sports weren’t real or valid and he would not be concerned abt anyone else…so what does kenny do tell marj she’s a hero and then bury cartman in a sand body suit and give him massive sand stripper titties! cowabunga dude!

kyle high fives kenny for his sick….but sick handiwork and they laugh for a little and then kyle is like huh wait kenny have u seen stan ( bc of course during the five second interval that he wasn’t like staring shamelessly behind his sunglasses stan goes fucking MISSING ) and kenny is like ging baby relax have a sip of white claw ur tripping stan is literally half fish he’s fine

which does not work because at that exact moment kyle watches in full frontal horror as stans surfboard hits the shoreline WITH NO STAN NEAR OR ON IT and like looks down at all stans little adhd boy jewlery and sparks dog tag necklace and is suddenly sooooo sick and is like nononono something is fucking wrong im gonna check on him

this is the climax of the beach episode ofc ( WHICH REALLY WAS COMEDY GOLD AND FAN SERVICE FILLER UNTIL THIS POINT SMH ) bc kyle whips off his big ass hat and sunglasses and goes ruuuuuuuning into that unpredictable ocean this is his antihero moment

( i swear kyle is like lawful neutral bc he likes order and stan marsh and no one else and stan is like neutral good n not lawful bc one time he accidentally stole a pen from the bank shskskd )

so he is swimming around and sputtering ( if u can remember after kyle almost drowned in starks pond in 7th grade stan spent a very painful and stressful summer teaching kyle how to swim so he can swim now but he still has really bad ptsd ) like having a panic attack like i swear to god i will beat posideons ass i will fight this whole goddamn ocean where the fuck is my stanley marsh

who ofc! pheeeeew! pops up breathing hard and smiles radiantly at kyle who is like relieved and also about to strangle him shehshs Yay!

naturally stan says something stupid and very cute like “i did not know there were clown fish at this beach” or “excuse me sir but land is that way” HSJSJ and kyle is saying sooooo many swear words like people are covering their children’s ears he’s like HAHAHAVERYFUNNYBITCHITHOUGHTUFUCKKNGDIEDWHATTTHEFUCKISWRONGWITHU

stan is like omg omg calm down u are going to cause a tsunami! i am fine! or ok it was a little dicey there for a second because i went to dive for something and my foot got caught in this bed of kelp and stuff and i couldn’t get free for a second but thank god im a junior lifeguard right!

LIKE SHSKSKS STAN!!!!!! U ALMOST DIED CHILL NOT TO THE TIME TO FLEX ABT BEING A JUNIOR LIFEGUARD

kyle i feel shares my rage and stress and is like stan what the FUCK was so important on THE OCEAN FLOOR that u DOVE FOR IT and almost DIED!?!?!? also his hair looks so funny rn like it is Flat he is so mad that beach is a jacuzzi they are boiling bc of how pissed kyle is Im Crying

and stan is like oh!!!! well when i was surfing i saw this little piece of sea glass that was the exact shade of green ur eyes are so i wanted to grab it and give it to u <3 tada! do u like it

EVERYONE SAY GAAAAY AGAIN FUCKS SAKE

kyle receives the most beautiful piece of sea glass in the world from the most beautiful sea creature in the world and immediately is not angry at all and is more in love than he has ever been in his life which means he totally says “i fucking hate u”

stan speaks fluent kyle and says "i love u too" then it dawns on him that “oh my god did you swim all the way out here because u were worried abt me??? AW!!” and kyle is like "PFPTPFTPTPFPTT NOOONOOO SHITUP OHMYGODJK ACTUALLY U CAN DROWN UR SO anNoYIN—“

does not finish because stan kisses him on the cheek and is like “i was gonnnnna say that was really cute of u dummy"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!

( stan calling kyle dumb is my favorite thing bc it’s not true and he’s the only person who can get away with it )

kyle is fully speechless and pale and also red and stan mistakes this for “oh my god ur shaking!!! u must be so cold and stressed oh my god did u check ur blood sugar??? ok im giving u an emergency piggy back ride to the ice cream shop buy whatever u want ky ur my hero”

beach episode starts to come to a close, kenny marj stan and kyle get ice cream laugh ( kyle totally gets the sea glass wire wrapped and wears it every day he is not even a jewlery king but its that serious for him ) they all vibe the sun sets over passed out sand sculpture cartman w the sand boobs….life is beautiful

the end <3 shsksks like and subscribe!

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