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yanderecrazysie · 5 months

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I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH. 😭😭😭 YOUR BLOG HAS MY WHOLE HEART 💗

i know you must have a lot of requests, so feel free to deny this one if you don't feel like doing it, you matter the most! that being said, i am inlove with the yandere profile you made of Byakuya (danganronpa), he is LITERALLY my love and his yandere potential is just immaculate, could i request an one shot or headcanons of him and reader on the killing game? imagine that, reader tries to get closer to Byakuya since the first day, shes very nice and she likes him very much, shes always including him and talking to him, they're always hanging out, but we all know he is a asshole, so he was always kinda mean to reader, so imagine one day he says something particularly bad and Reader just stops hanging out with Byakuya to not bother him, and he just, "wait this isnt right, yknow, the old "Just knowing how you felt when you lose them."

anyway, feel completely free to deny, remember to drink water and eat, smoochh💗💗💗

TYSM! You’re so sweet to me!

Title: Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word

Pairings: Byakuya Togami x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Byakuya might have lost you for good.

“What do I got to do to make you love me?

What do I got to do to make you care?

What do I do when lightning strikes me?

And awake to find that you're not there

What do I do to make you want me?

What do I got to do to be heard?”

- from “Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word” by Elton John

“Byakuya!”

The tall heir looked up from his breakfast, frowning deeply as you practically skipped over to him.

“Do you want to sit at the main table with the rest of us?” You asked hopefully. He didn’t know why you asked, when the answer was obvious. He never joined the large table with the rest of the students. He had no interest in doing so.

“No, now leave me alone. You’re disrupting my meal.” Byakuya snapped, eyes narrowing in annoyance.

You nodded, unfazed by his rudeness, “Okay, Byakuya. I’ll come sit by you in a little bit.”

Byakuya sighed loudly, “Please don’t.”

Despite his insistence, it tugged on his heart a little to see you sit at the main table with all the others, laughing and smiling at all they said and did. Even that plankton, Mondo, could earn your laughter.

After spending some time chatting with them, you went to sit by Toko, who picked nervously at her nails while sending looks Byakuya’s way. Disgusting. Why you would spend your time with that creature was beyond him.

But then it was his turn, and you took a seat at his table, excitedly smiling up at him. His lips curled downwards. Why did you insist on spending time with everyone? He couldn’t understand it.

“How are you doing, Byakuya?” You asked, trying to strike up a conversation. He kept quiet, refusing to answer your asinine question.

You pouted a little, trying to figure out how to get him to talk, “I saw you in the library earlier- what were you reading?”

Silence.

You leaned back in your chair. Byakuya found satisfaction in the fact that you no longer tried to converse with him, turning instead to your cereal.

In a way, he enjoyed the silence between you both. It was a comfortable kind of quiet, not awkward or tense at all. Sometimes, he felt like he could stay like this forever, just you and him sitting together.

But that was a stupid intrusive thought, one that he dismissed whenever it popped up.

He would never admit, not to you or anyone, that he secretly enjoyed his time with you.

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“Byakuya!”

You poked your head through the library door, smiling brightly at him.

Byakuya peered at you over his book with narrowed eyes, biting back a sigh. There you were again, disturbing him.

“What are you reading?” You asked, slipping inside the room and approaching the stern male.

He felt a rush of annoyance, finally feeling himself snap, “Don’t you have anything else to do than be an annoyance, you insolent brat? Keep your nose out of my business and get lost!”

Your head snapped back as though you’d been slapped. An “oh” floated out of your mouth. Suddenly, your lip trembled and you hurried out of the room.

Byakuya lifted an eyebrow. You had never reacted like that to his retorts before.

He couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

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You were avoiding him.

It drove him crazy to watch you converse with everyone else normally but refuse to visit his table. To watch you turn on your heels every time he tried to approach you.

Didn’t you realize it was safer to stick together during this killing game? There had already been two deaths, more were sure to come soon. You were in danger- he could protect you.

He couldn’t bring himself to say “sorry”, he’s not sure he’s ever said that word in his life. But it broke his heart to watch you drift further and further away from him.

Maybe he’d have to show you just how much you needed his protection in this killing game.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #danganronpa #yandere danganronpa #yandere byakuya #byakuya togami

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devildomwriter · 2 years

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Obey Me As Tumblr #17

Diavolo: Do you know how many bones the human body has? It’s 206. We start with 369 when we’re babies but they fuse. Wouldn’t you want to go back? Have as many bones as a baby? What if I could help you

Mammon: Hey OP what the actual literal fuck does that mean

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Mammon: I’m sure this has been asked before but would vampires drink period blood, and more importantly would the clumps just be a bonus for them?

Barbatos: Ever had bubble tea?

Satan: I’m going to hurt all of you I’m going to hit both of you with a heavy rock

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Mammon: *takes off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath*

Raphael: You mean skin?

Mammon: What an absolutely terrifying addition to my post, thank you

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Leviathan: Every time I sneeze my ribs start aching

Solomon: And every time we kiss I swear I could fly

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Solomon: Double bubble disco queen headed to the guillotine

Skin as cold as rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine

Leviathan: Boys you think you know what’s happening in this one and then it just knocks you flat, doesn’t it

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Asmodeus: *sticks my bare ass in sewer opening* oh no I sure hope no demon clown tries to eat my a

Simeon: I’m on hold with Warner cable getting my WiFi shut off because this post was the last straw for me

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Beelzebub: Just bought this tapeworm from Etsy

Diavolo: Where are you gonna keep it

Beelzebub: :)

Diavolo: I don’t like this post very much

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Leviathan: Plankton built his computer wife so he’s also the one who programmed her personality. Plankton made a wife who would belittle and mock him. Plankton has a humiliation fetish.

Solomon: Sometimes we have thoughts but we don’t have to share them with everyone and put them out into the world. Just a suggestion.

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Leviathan: A clownboy (half clown, half cowboy) says yeehonk

Raphael: This is it. The worst post I’ve seen, my own two eyes are cursed.

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Solomon: When an earthquake happens coffins become underground maracas

Mammon: Thanks for that not at all terrifying image

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Satan: Hey

Satan: Everyone’s bones are wet

Solomon: Why would you say that

Satan: No one said hi back

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Simeon: TIL – You can skip piracy warnings and trailers on a DVD by pressing STOP -> STOP -> PLAY

Leviathan: I can’t wait to do this 10 years ago

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Satan: If the toys in toy story died the kids would keep playing with them like normal, but the other toys would be playing with their dead friend

Mammon: What the hell

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Diavolo: Why don’t murderers just hide the bodies in cemeteries

Belphegor: Thanks for the tip

Diavolo: No this is not a tip it’s a joke

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Leviathan: Things I used to laugh at

• real jokes

Things I laugh at now

• yard sard

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Asmodeus: Imagine having sex with a ghost and then someone walks into your room and they see your asshole widening and narrowing for no reason

Simeon: Imagine praying to God and going to church

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Asmodeus: I think I’ve made like 5 jokes about edging on this blog already

Satan: I’ve yet to make one but I have come pretty close

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Satan: Enough about sex positions has anyone discovered a reading position which doesn’t get uncomfortable after 5 minutes

#obey me shall we date #funny obey me #obey me as tumblr #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 years

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Hop on D soon I have to show you this awesome bookshop I visited today!

Anywad if you were hacked the whole time doesn't that mean I would have wifed up the hacker instead so we're besties anyway.

The coral thing is cute? You wanna be eaten by the coral who grabs and sucks you inside? Interesting such an omega thing to think

The whole day I tried to catch something cool to show you but I only saw a few butterlies again :/

Some new facts about the ocean instead? Gonna have to make myself interesting enough to keep you right

A mouth full of ocean water contains up to tens of thousands of plankton

A blue whales heart is roughly as big as a car

Lobsters pee out of their faces

That's it on facts for today!

Other thing, I wish I could send you a copy of tsoa

Your mikey <3

......did....did you have to phrase it like that??? ANYONE WHO'S READING THIS IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!!!

Wow you would ditch me for the hacker???? Can I at least be invited to the wedding?

AHHFFCVJH YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY IT LIKE THAT!!!! I just meant it sounds cute not that I want that!

You tried to catch something cool to show me? Aww that's nice of you! Out of curious what were you hoping to catch?

You don't have to be interesting to keep me, you've already got me and everything you say sounds interesting anyway probably because you're the one saying it 💗

I'm sorry what!? I mean I don't go around drinking the ocean anyway but that's such a creepy thought!!!! Just all those plankton!!

As big as a car!!!!!!!! Wow that's insane!!!!

And lobsters do WHAT!?

Oh and suprise!

Haven't started it yet though

#jojosquad #i found the book #not sure when I'll start it though

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frecklystars · 5 years

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GUESS WHO HAS STREP THROAT

#woof #im... prone to strep throat #i used to get it like 3 or 4 times a year when i was younger #and all throughout growing up #and then once i was like 17 or 18 i only got it once a year #and i tHOUGHT i escaped it this year bc i get sick every december/january/february #BUT i didnt this year. and i was like o thank god. a year of peace #NOPE. its late june and i havent stopped coughing the whole day #and my throat is killing me and no matter how much water i drink it cannot soothe my throat #i cant! stop! coughing!! make it STOP. MAKE IT STOP.#i want plankton to hold me. or. spongebob. anyone. i wanna be held by my f/os real bad rn #im in a chicago!plankton mood... bby come hold me. make me soup. and then i wont eat it bc hes terrible at cooking #sb brings soup and i dont even like soup but ill eat it bc its thoughtful and i wanna get better #and i dont even drink tea but if karen brought me tea with some honey in it... it sounds nice #i wanna be tucked in and i wanna be snuggled and i want forehead kisses and hhh i wanna be read stories #screams!!!#i gotta work on SEVERAL things!!#but i cant bc im all Uhhhghghhhhghghg #im! full of spite!! i wanna get better!! so i can draw!!!!!#i havent moved from the bed this whoooole daaaaaaaaaaaay #i should probably eat something? but i dont have any appetite but my body is gonna NEED some food #i guess this is the perfect opportunity to catch up on netflix haha #good thing im off today AND tomorrow so i can like... rly just rest my voice

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aftergloom · 3 years

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Feral Summer Love Headcanons (The Sweet Stuff) - Part I [Feral Opress x Reader]

I'm considering throwing Kai and Feral into the Summer OC challenge, so I'm just hashing a few ideas as headcanons. They might even be plot beats.

For simplicity's sake, I'm pitching as Feral x Reader (You), and Maul and Savage make cameos.

This is.. really wholesome, clean summertime fluff.

(What's wrong with me?)

Part I (below) | Go to Part II

Feral knows the words to every song. He doesn’t mind not-driving if he can control the stereo, and he will sing along. It doesn’t matter the genre or the station, he listens to everything and you can frequently hear him humming, or tapping his foot, or his nails against the window sill when you’re driving. His favourite thing to do is to sing the longest and most convoluted songs — shouting them at top volume out the window on warm summer nights into the dark to wake up the neighbourhood — completely pitch-deaf and indifferent to anyone who might be sleeping. It’s how you learned the words to all sixteen minutes of NOFX’s The Decline. He made you want to sing along.

You do not speak of the Marshmallow Incident. It might’ve been Feral’s idea (because who else would try to use Savage’s horns to skewer marshmallows for roasting while he was napping maybe too close to the fire?) You went along with it. Hell, you brought the chocolate and graham crackers. Savage still hasn’t forgiven you.

The midnight trip to the beach because you couldn’t sleep was Feral’s idea. Skinny dipping? That’s on you. It was mostly dark with dim stars and a crescent moon, and if you could ignore the fact that you’d both been hovering just a little too closely all day (not touching, but sharing smiles; the occasional brush of the backs of your hands) it was really just supposed to be a nudge in the direction you were both headed anyway. Sharing the same camping tent with him wasn’t helping, because you can’t lie there in the dark next to the guy you like with all that tension packed into the quiet for hours and not do something. So he suggested the walk on the sand, maybe just to clear your heads, maybe just to share each other’s company, maybe to talk — and you went along. Two things you forgot: You both forgot your swimming suits, and Feral can see perfectly in the dark. The bioluminescent plankton, though? That was a nice touch, but maybe not as nice as the moment he took your hand, half-submerged, so you could watch the swirl of so many blue-white shimmers through the surf around both your bodies; like you were standing together in a sea of stars.

There’s a lookout point on the edge of town where a lot of kids park to see the suburban lights. Miles of development arranged in neat rows. City lights. Mostly, kids head up there to smoke or drink or — you know. The first time Feral took you up there, you’d been surprised: you didn’t think he was the type. When he’d angled the car’s headlights in the opposite direction and over the decline of scrub trees, you figured out why he wasn’t like the other guys: there was a drive-in theatre at the bottom of the gully below. Sure, he said: he could’ve taken you to the show, but when he brought out a bag of microwaved popcorn (cold) and a couple of sodas (a little warm) you realized just how perfect it was that he’d planned it out. You sat on the hood of his car, and though you couldn’t hear the audio track, you both made up the dialogue as the movie went along. Feral’s Matthew Broderick impression, though — he spilled half the popcorn and his drink on your lap when he stood up, but he got you laughing the hardest when he sang you the words to the parade scene, jumping from roof to roof of every car in the lot.

You don’t call it a date. He doesn’t either. But it feels like it when you arrive at the fairground and his gaze lingers a little longer on your legs in that dress you’re wearing. It carries that weight in the private smiles you share, before you remember the last time either of you braved the tilt-a-whirl together after too many funnel cakes. It wasn’t great, but you’re older and wiser for past mistakes, and also, his brothers aren’t around to stuff his cheeks with things he shouldn’t eat. This time, you feed him bits of candy fluff, and if Feral’s hands linger at your hips, rubbing circles into your skin as his lips brush your fingertips, there’s a different kind of magic in the air beneath the glitz and glare of the carnival lights. He drapes his arm across the back of your seat on the Ferris wheel, touching your shoulder just the once to bring you a little closer into his side. He wins you a stuffed Loth cat at the shooting game which you tell him looks a little like him on a bad day. And to his credit, Feral never hesitates when you lead him into the Haunted Funhouse, even if he gets that look in his eye when you remember (he hates clowns). If he stands a little too closely at your back, his breath on your neck, his fingers catching yours, you’re sure to squeeze him back as you lead him into the dark with all its horrors. Even when both of you are screaming your loudest and laughing, you don’t let go.

Maul tells the campfire stories. Savage is most interested in tending the flame, but Maul’s litany of vengeful spirits, haunted castles, creeping terrors, and dissatisfied gods long-forgotten fill the night as the moon descends beneath the treeline. Feral and you sit close together, knees almost touching the darker it gets, and when the choke of smoke and Maul’s lyrical inflections turn to darker contemplations, it’s Feral who finds the blanket that drapes your shoulders. The brothers leave you alone eventually with the crackle of the flame and its warm cast against your knees, and in the silence when the forest becomes oppressive, you finally realize the weight around your waist the whole time has been Feral’s arm — keeping you safe. He’s slightly less-appreciative later when you jump out from behind a tree with a scream to startle him. At least, you think, he’d already peed.

Feral’s the one who agonizes over wanting to be something more than just a friend. It’s no surprise that he’s saddled himself with a few insecurities (I mean, look at his brothers. He thinks he’s got a lot to live up to.) But whether he’s headstrong or courageous, in the end he’ll confess, even if it means losing a friend. It hurts too much not to, but Savage has taught him to be fearless — and even if he doesn’t always feel it, Feral tries. He tries so fucking hard. And if he needs to, he’ll lie to himself that he’s brave so he can force out the words. It’s a desperate, painful moment where he’s so sure that you’ll tell him you don’t feel the same way that he apologizes anyway. He’s so wrapped up in the prospect of getting rejected that you have to physically take his hand, put yourself in his space, and smile up at him like he’s the karking sun before he can calm down. Touch his face. Watch him soften a little, and if he still doesn’t believe you, place your hand on his chest between his hearts and let him know you’re not going anywhere without him.

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princessplantasaurus · 3 years

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Ship/friendship of choice, “Teach me how to [insert skill here]?”

(we’re playing a little fast and loose with script versions here since I’ve been using Broadway as the base but this requires a bit from the Chicago production so we’re just gonna vibe) Karen wasn’t expecting Plankton back for another 40 minutes. He’d only been gone for 20, and his plans usually took at least an hour to fail. For a moment, she forgot they ran a restaurant at all, the concept of a “customer” so completely foreign, that when she heard the front door swing open and footsteps just slightly heavier than her husband’s she didn’t know what to make of it. Of course, she did, eventually, remember they were running a business, and left the back room of the Chum Bucket to find Perch Perkins, of all people, standing in the middle of her restaurant. “If you’re looking to interview my husband about whatever felony he’s committed today, he isn’t back yet.” “You know, for as often as Plankton brags about how smart the two of you are, I would’ve thought you’d notice that I don’t have my camera crew.” Perch smirked smugly. Raising an eyebrow skeptically, Karen questioned “And I don’t suppose you’re here for a Chum Burger?” “Has anyone ever come in here for a Chum Burger?” he raised an eyebrow to mirror hers. With a fold of her arms over her chest, Karen gave the vague answer of “You’d be surprised.” After all, sometimes, Sheldon’s schemes worked. Or at least worked partway. And they’d have a few customers before getting foiled again. “As much as I’m enjoying this back and forth,” Perch smirked once again, but his demeanor changed, suddenly, more genuine, as he stated “I actually did come over here for a reason.” “And that was?” He sighed, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket, as he ventured “I’m sure you remember our volcanic panic.” Smiling a little more dreamily than Perch would’ve anticipated, Karen replied “How could I forget?” “And at the town meeting-” “If this is about Sheldon’s hypnotism scheme-” “-I was wondering if you could...hypnotism?” Karen’s eyes went wide, immediately feigning innocence “Who said anything about hypnotism?” “You did. Just now.” Pursing her lip in pretend thought, she paused, shaking her head “Sorry, you must’ve misheard me.” she lied, fairly easily. That was one benefit of having been married to Sheldon for 20 years. “What had you been asking?” Not wanting to beat around the bush any longer, perch simply blurted out “Teach me how to beat box!?” Had Karen been drinking anything, she would’ve choked on it. “Come again?” “When Plankton so thoroughly convinced us to leave Bikini Bottom, which he managed to do through song...you backed him up. With some very impressive beatboxing. I doubt he would’ve been able to freestyle like that without your help.” “And why do you want learn how to do it?” Karen seemed guarded, cautious. Perch shrugged “I need to flesh out the ‘special skills’ area of my resume.” “And beatboxing is going to help you get news jobs?” With an agitated sigh, his eyes rolled as he pressed “Will you teach me or not?” “Alright, alright, weather boy, calm down.” Karen took a seat on one of the cold metal arrangements in the restaurant, and motioned for Perch to join. “Now, have you ever done any kind of vocal percussion before?” Perch’s eyebrows knit together “Vocal...? Percussion....? What does that have to beatboxing?” “Ho boy.”

#drabble #spongebob broadway #spongebob musical #the spongebob musical #spongebob squarepants the musical #spongebob squarepants musical #karen plankton #perch perkins #tsbm human au

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crushzone · 4 years

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~10 Characters from 10 Fandoms Tag~

Oooh fun! Thank you so much for the tag @lydzisanerd This list is in no particular order. Also just want to add that this was very difficult to do because I can’t just pick one favorite from each (anime) fandom. 😢

1. Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu!!

Started off my HQ! journey crushing on Daichi (and I still do, he shares a first place with Ukai tbh), but my feelings for him randomly hits HARD when I see him rage drives back to school to get Kageyama in his little yellow car.

He’s so hardworking: running the store, farming, coaching the team, AND spends his free time coming up with strategies instead of passing out? Sure he may be grumpy at times (which I find hilarious), but I don’t blame him. Seeing all the little proud smiles, cheering and glances at his baby crows when they learn something new just gets my heart fluttering. Very husband material ✅

Like his protective dad reflex is on point ^

2. Touta Matsuda - Death Note

He’s a cinnamon roll who just wants to do something correctly for once! Honestly, everyone in Death Note has their own dark side, and having him on screen is such a treat.

I sympathize with him, I know how it feels to think that you are incompetent when you compare yourself to others, especially if you are the youngest person, and when you fear incompetence, some moves you do can end up poorly if it was done out of frustration instead of logic. But that doesn’t stop him, he keeps trying and I look up to him for that (though it gave L a big headache lol). He also just wants someone to love him 😭 Must protect.

3. Sokka - Avatar the Last Airbender

Another funny character that I love very much! It’s been a while since I’ve seen this show, so forgive me if I got somethings wrong.

He’s not a bender, but that does not stop him from continuing to grow stronger, as he later picks up sword fighting and so on. Like Matsuda, he teaches me that it is ok to feel not so great when you accidentally compare yourself to others (because his sister is freaking strong), but you should use that feeling to encourage yourself to grow in your own way; and that it is ok if your attempts are a fail sometimes.

He’s also hella cute and he actually makes me laugh.

4. Iruka Umino - Naruto

Another husband material character. Stable, kind and loving, he’s passionate about what he does and he cares about his students. Maybe I just have a thing for older responsible characters who takes care of children, who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

And he’s a little adorably clumsy sometimes.

5. Levi Ackerman - Attack on Titans

He’s a popular character, so I’m not surprised that I ended up liking him a lot too, and I totally understand why. I’m not usually into stoic and violent characters, but after reading about his past and seeing the little gestures of protectiveness and care he does to his comrades and close friends, I respect him. Also a dad, but like, a tough love kind of dad lol.

His fights are always so badass, he moves like the wind!!

6. Hanataro Yamada - Bleach

Someone...please protect him. I love his character so much, and I know he’s usually there for comic relief, but I can’t help but smile every time he does. Another character who struggles with feeling weak and incompetent, but this boy is trying his best. He’s willing to step up to protect the ones he love even if he KNOWS he’s going to lose and is very scared. I respect that a lot, and I just want to give him the warmest hug.

Also, something about his relatively tired face and soft voice that juxtaposes his “high level” of energy and enthusiasm is hilarious to me. He’ll pull all nighters to heal his friends when they need him, he’s just someone you can rely on.

Look at him goo!! 😂

7. Seijuro Shin - Eyeshield 21

I honestly don’t know why he was my favorite from the series, I don’t really remember much about the manga tbh, since it’s been well over 10+ years since I’ve read it/seen the anime. But I remember gasping when I see him on the cover of the issue and I was staring at it for a while. One could say he was one of my earlier manga crushes?

But I recall him being a little awkward and his unawareness of his strength is hilarious.

8. F. F. - Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure, Stone Ocean

A hilarious simple minded character, or should I say Plankton, hahah! There’s so many characters in JJBA, but I just think F.F.'s (poor) attempt at being a human is funny, They also remind me to drink water every time they make an appearance, so that’s an added benefit.

9. Jean-Jacques Leroy - Yuri On Ice

Ok ok, this character gets a lot of dislikes, and the reason why I like him is deeper than the fact that he is a ridiculously attractive talented Canadian ice skater okaayy? Hear me out.

There are many times when I would cringe and get second hand embarrassment at some of the things he’s done, but he’s not really trying to hurt anyone. This man is trying to chase his dream, and prove his self-worthiness to his family and the people who supports him. And he’s also just trying to get people to eat lunch with him, dammit.

Instead of simply bathing in the love and cheer of his supporters, his people pleaser personality backfires, and the pressure of not letting people down becomes too immense. I believe he gets to where he is because he is an example of someone who feels incompetent (once again), but is never afraid to pick himself back up and keep trying.

Unlike Yuuri (Who I also really like), he doesn’t have someone like Victor to work with him on his fears technically (I know he’s engaged, but she’s not an ice skater, so all she can do is cheer from the sidelines, instead of being on ice with him). He’s devastated but it did not stop him from picking his head back up to smile and try again.

He’s just a harmless awkward people pleaser boy who does not understand how to fit in with the others, because he grew up around his big family, and that is the only world he knows how to be a part of. I think the others were a little unfair to him when they keep ignoring him. He just makes bad jokes that happens to upset Yuri, though I’m sure that if Yuri approaches him maturely and tells him how much it bothers him, he would stop and apologize.

10. Spike Spiegel - Cowboy Bebop

Tbh I never finished the show, the story telling style is just not for me, but I might try again sometime in the future. However, I kept watching it for a while because I really enjoy Spike’s characterization. He’s so relatable, especially in parts where he’s just trying to recover from his hangovers, and his fights are very entertaining to watch. I feel a sense of authenticity in him, because he acts exactly the way he wants to, and he has no shame. Also, his playful demeanor and crazy appetite is endearing.

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Help, after making this list, I THINK I HAVE A TYPE 😲

Tagging, but please don’t feel pressured to! I’m just interested to see who your favs are: @shhhlikeme @danibby @yamaguchi-stan

#tag game #10 favorite characters #cowboy bebop #eyeshield 21 #jj leroy #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#bleach #jjba #stone ocean #levi ackerman #attack on titan #naruto #death note #matsuda touta

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ask-de-writer · 4 years

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 49 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 49 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

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Chapter 17: Storm

As the hunted Grandalor raced north under all of the sail that she could muster, the winds began to veer over, coming from the West. Torn clouds of Strong Skin gray rising from the southern horizon blotted out the sky. The thickening overcast was racing wildly across the sky from Southwest to East Northeast.

The Grandalor was running a reach across the wind, taking the best advantage of the wild weather that raced ahead of the advancing Coriolis Storm.

The sprinting ship began to crash from wave to wave as the storm surge caught up with her from abeam. The big ship was heeled so far over by the force of the wind that her lee rail was often plunged under the waves. With Darkistry at the helm, they turned and began to run before the storm. Water rushed across the deck every time that the bow plunged down and it flowed in torrents out the scuppers as the ship rose up the next wave. The wind was not yet carrying the slashing rain that was soon to come.

Barad, braced into place by ropes, near the steering tackle and the tocsin, ordered the storm safety lines rigged about the deck. The tocsin beat the order and men and women leaped to obey. As quickly as the safety lines were secure, Barad ordered all the main sails shortened and the topsails furled.

The combined watch crews worked together to claw the rock tight canvas up to the yard arms for furling in the now screaming wind. Barad, looking up at crewmen he could hardly see against the roiling clouds, began to fear that he had waited too long.

High overhead, the straining crewmen and women knew that they were winning the battle with the recalcitrant, wind filled canvas and admired his nerve. The ship began to right as the sail area diminished and she was soon plunging ahead under shortened jibs and a tightly reefed mizzen gaff alone in the gloom that presaged the storm darkness to yet to come.

A flock of wild paddle ducks, fleeing the wreck of their seaweed mat and flying desperately before the storm, spied the ship and swarmed into the safety of the rigging. They jabbed with blunt beaks at the fingers and feet of any crewman foolish enough to want to use a duck’s bit of rigging for its intended purpose.

Shortly, a pair of Wide Wing Sea Hawks found the same safety and landed among the ducks, holding on tightly with the claws on their feet and at the joints of their wings. They ignored the easy prey, safety from the deadly weather being their only concern.

Further south, the Naral fleet’s careful search pattern was thrown into total disarray. The unseasonable storm caught everyone by surprise and ships were scattered to the winds as they battled for survival.

The Dark Dragon plunged north and west, running before the storm on one special lobster claw sail, smaller than her usual sails, especially made for storms. All of the rest of her canvas was tightly furled to its booms and secured safely on deck. The storm sail was braced and managed by wrist thick cables, run to windlasses. To reinforce it, a strong net had been sewn directly into the sail when it was made. They were deep into the storm’s self created darkness but Sula knew with utter certainty that the Soaring Bird was holding a course just to the south and east of them, no more than a thousand yards away.

She felt Huld in the back of her mind at times like this. She did not pretend to understand how the ‘Dragon Bonding’ of the Barant fleet worked but it did. At times of stress or danger, she sensed his presence, however far away he might be.

He’d been there since they’d met, more than fifteen Gatherings ago, during the Second Boren Current War. ‘Dragon Bonding’ was in no way love. It was something that had gone ‘sideways’ between them during the rescue of first his ship and then her own from a pair of Boren fleet raiders. They had been partnered ever since. Not precisely conversation but a quiet consensus on necessary action came of the contact. It had made them a deadly force during the wars. Over the Gatherings that followed, she had learned that it was a lifelong bond.

Now, she could feel the usually serene Huld wildly alive and delighted by the challenge of the storm. Crazy, Sula thought, he actually enjoys this kind of weather! I ought to be used to it by now. This isn’t the first storm that we’ve ridden out together. The Dark Dragon’s storm rig was copied from the one Huld used.

The port bow of the giant catamaran ran into a high, black-gray wave and water surged over the fore-deck, rolling along the base of the pilot house, forty feet back from the bow. The Dark Dragon shuddered and rose over the wave, heaving it aside with casual power. She was built to withstand storms like this and, though it was a wild, rocking, jolting ride, the Dark Dragon was taking the weather in her stride.

The Naral fleet, caught by the storm, was widely scattered. All of the ships had been built to survive the worst known weather but ill luck, a bit of slipshod work or a failure of maintenance could put any ship at risk. And it was happening.

Under the force of the potent Coriolis storm, lines and cables did part, sails ripped and blew to tatters. The huge cyclone was over a thousand miles across with winds of a hundred to a hundred and fifty miles per hour. Ships that took the seas wrongly battled to say afloat. If they breached or just hit a freak wave, a ship could be seriously flooded. Bailing crews furiously pumped the seawater out of the below decks of virtually every ship.

All ship captains knew the basic strategy for battling such a storm. ‘All you had to do’ was ride with the storm, holding as close to the outer edge as possible, for between a thousand and fifteen hundred miles. After that you broke free into the storm’s wake and theoretically you were safe.

Unfortunately, there were a few hitches in that simple seeming program. In the gloom of the storm there were no markers to tell you when you had gone the required distance.

Assuming that you made your breakout in the right place, and not where the storm would just run over you again, The seas would be violently rough for a day or two from the disturbance of the storm’s passing. This was also prime hunting time. The seas teemed with life as fish feasted on the bounty of stirred up plankton, loose seaweeds and dead or injured fish and birds.

All of this activity drew the big predators, the Strong Skins, Wing Rays, Hags, Moon Flats and Lesser Sea Dragons. Some of these monsters had been known to attack ships and would certainly take divers or anyone else unlucky enough to be in the water. Some of the bigger creatures considered small boats to be snack trays.

The hunting was not entirely one sided. The ships that were still functioning well in the aftermath of the storm would be seeking the wealth of predator fish hides, fangs, bones and meat. This was the best possible time to search for the elusive and valuable Lesser Dragon and Hag. Nobody in their right mind actually looked for Wing Rays or Moon Flats unless they were little ones, say, forty tons or less.

Aboard the Grandalor, the crew below-decks were preparing warm blankets for the deck crews as they came off watch. The storm watches were only two hours long and the crews needed to handle the sails and help the helmsman were small. In the Galley, the cooks had secured pots over the oil-fire boxes and fastened their lids to keep the contents from sloshing out. They were making hot drinks and hearty soups to greet the men and women coming off watch.

Everyone was anxious about the risk of running in the storm, fearing that Captain Barad would bring their breakout in the midst of their enemies. It gradually dawned on the crew that Captain Barad was not aiming the Grandalor for a breakout at all. They could feel how the overtaking seas lifted the stern and passed under the ship. The angle was wrong. They were heading deeper into the storm, not breaking out.

Barad had been maintaining watch on deck since the storm began. Tanlin suited up in foul weather gear and took two mugs, with the covers usually used to teach young infants how to drink, and filled them with hot red-weed broth. She made her way aft, through dark passages to the rearmost companionway and climbed to the deck access. The alert crewmen there opened the hatch to let her up on deck and sealed it quickly behind her.

She attached her safety line to the storm line and went on aft, battling to keep her feet in the wind and rain, with the deck heaving underfoot and wave water rushing across it in (mostly) shallow torrents.

She reached Barad and gave him a hot broth. His big hands wrapped around the warm mug in appreciation. Tanlin indicated by gesture, for the wind and rain allowed few words, that they were going deeper into the storm. She was not surprised to see him reply the same way and indicate that all was correct.

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moccahobi · 5 years

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Here's the prompt! BEEN WAITING TO GET THIS OUT OF MY WIP LIST! An A.I Android stuck under water with no legs and gets daily visits from an atlantian/mermaid/seirin. The A.I. was abandoned and has many malfunctions which include it resetting its memory everyday. Choose any BTS member to be any of the two characters and the other is the reader. Go all out my Queen!

Under Da Sea

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Mermaid/Siren Au!; Andriod/A.I. Au!

Summary: You’re just an abandoned android made to take care of passengers on a plane with less than a week to live and Jimin is just a merman keeping you company

Alert.

Air pressure is changing rapidly. Passengers are in danger.

Alert.

Your eyes shot open, the emergency alert telling you that some type of crash is happening and you need to help your passengers. You try to flail your arms and legs but you only sense your arms moving. You try to look around and your eyes only see the dull blackness of night. It starts to come back to you; you retired five years ago after the last airplane was serviced out, supposedly you are working on a yacht for some bratty rich teen… not a plane. Why is air pressure changing rapidly?

Before you can even process another thing, ice cold water seizes your circuits, freezing you up. When you would have normally struggled to stay afloat, you simply sink into the water. Now seeing sea life pass by you quickly before, you finally find the ability to move your head slightly and see the yacht you were supposed to be on sailing away, your legs nowhere in sight. You felt an itch in your shoulder as it involuntarily twitches over and over again.

You were made for the air, not the water, and your body was not taking lightly to the liquid.

Once again the water seizes your circuits and everything fades to static, a warm fuzzy feeling enveloping you as you drift off, finally feeling weightless.

“Are you ok?” You hear a voice asking distantly. It was soft and soothing and you clung onto the voice as it reverberated through your head slowly.

“Seriously Jimin, I think the human is dead. I have never seen one sink so quickly… nor have I ever seen one without their lower halves.” Some other voice says once again distantly. In fact, the whole moment feels very distant, as if you were living behind the static, watching two humans watch a show.

The original voice chimes in again,“I saw them move earlier,” The voice was just as soft and soothing as before and you stirred slightly from the static in response.

Was there something about this voice? Probably not, but you still tried to talk, the static clearing slightly.

“Wha-” Water surges into your mouth the moment you tried to fight the static, forcibly flooding your wiring and sending alarms blaring in your head once again. Your body heaves and spazzeses, trying to forcibly remove the liquid from your body, not that it mattered.

“See! It just spoke! You’re alive! Let’s take it to my abode! We can help it!” The soft and soothing says once again and you start to sense some sort of movement.

Alert!

Body is contorting in possibly damaging.

Contact mechanic.

Alert!

The static grows stronger, once again taking over as you try to figure out how your body was contorting.

“I am not helping. You can do that yourself.” The other voice slips in between the grains of static filling your mind as you feel cold water surging back into you from your waist wound, and for the second time in that day, the static envelops you whole and you lose yourself.

You groan and rub your head, the water around you making your movements slow and tense. You are sitting on something plus and soft. The thing seems to be keeping water from flowing freely into your exposed circuits, something you were very grateful for.

The same soft and soothing voice from before graces your ears, “Ahh! You’re up, human! I am honestly surprised! My hyung was sure that you would be dead by now! I told him wrong! Humans are much stronger than he gives them credit! How are you feeling? Do you need something to eat? Is there something I can do for you?”

As you open your eyes, the… thing the voice belongs to surges towards you… almost excitedly. It shocks you and you jolt (not that you move much with your lower half missing). The creature is very handsome, coal black hair flowing with the water as he smiles broadly at you, sharp teeth staring you down. Your database says that its top half is the same as a human’s top half… but his bottom half?

You have no idea. It matches nothing in your system.

Nothing at all.

You open your mouth to try to speak to the creature, feeling as if it was something you could trust and could talk to, but the result is the same as before: water flows into your body, shocking your circuits. This time the shock leads to your hands twitching angrily.

“Can you not speak, little human?” The thing asks, moving closer to you and looking into your eyes with a sense of focus that you cannot ever recall seeing before.

It is as if he was really looking at you and trying to understand you. With your hand twitching, you try to point at the water and your mouth with a shake of your head, as if to say that water can’t go in there. Of course the movement has its flaws but it is the best you can do without being able to speak.

“Water isn’t supposed to be in your mouth?” His eyes widen as he asks the question, as if this is new information that he had never even considered before, “Well how are you supposed to… drink water… that’s something humans do right?”

All you feel as if you can do is nod your head. Drinking water is something humans need to do, but you aren’t human and can’t drink water. He seems curious about humans though (if his large eyes and excited questions are anything to go by) and, for the first time since you remember, you feel bad for being an android instead of a human. The creature looks like he really wants to meet a human.

He swims around the space you two were in, following the walls around the building before stopping in front of you once again, “Well… do you want something to eat then? I have raw fish, kelp, some plankton, really anything you want, I can get.”

You shake your head again.

Helplessness washes over you, there is literally nothing you can do to better the situation if you can’t communicate. You were literally created to be able to communicate with everyone so in theory, you shouldn’t have an issue with communication (plus, this man is speaking a language you know), but you are having trouble communicating. This should be easy for you to solve but it isn’t. What can you do? There is nothing you really can do. No spoken language can work if you can’t open your mouth… But that still leaves written language and any sign language if he knows it…

You shakily raise your hands as best as you can and sign out “Do you know sign language?” It is a long shot, but you are willing to take it. What harm can come from trying anyways?

“Do I?” He looks excited, swimming closer to you with a large grin, his pointed teeth on display again.

They alarm you some, but he was your only hope of survival and you wanted to take it. “Well I am not human.” You sign out before he quickly interrupts, “But you look human and feel human! How are you not human?”

“I am a machine that humans created for their comfort. If I were human I would have died when I lost my legs.”

You continue signing and for once the… thing seems to listen, “I don’t know how I got here, but I am not human. I rely on electricity and will be useless if I don’t get some every once in a while. I can’t drink water or food. In fact, water inside of me will actually hurt me. I was not made to be wet.”

It is hard to sign underwater, the liquid resisting any and all movement. It makes you even more amazed that the thing in front of you is able to move so gracefully through the water.

“If you aren’t made to be wet then how are you underwater right now?” He asks, eyes wide as he seems to swim a little closer.

You can’t fully tell though because the water had started warping your ability to see. That or the thing’s home was circular.

“I have no idea, but I don’t think I will live long down here. I think I have a week max before I lose power and essentially die.Will you please help me get to the surface? It is the one way I will survive. I don’t want to die.”

You almost tell the thing about how much the idea of death scares you. You are supposed to be some immortal being made by mankind to serve them and here you are, possibly dying soon.

“I am sorry, little non-human. I can’t go to the surface. I will die if I do, but I am happy to show you around! I don’t like the idea of anyone or anything dying and can help you have fun before you might!” He scowles, some of his… teeth snagging on his lip as he shakes his head, “I would really love to get you back to a safe place, but you sink. I’d have to surface and if I did that I could put my entire community at risk as well. I hope you understand.”

It make you sad, but at the same time, something resonates in you. This thing was so caring that it is willing to stay with you through your death. It is so caring that it is promising to do what it can in its limitations.

“I do. Very much so. If it wouldn’t be too much of burden, I would love to explore this area before my death. Company makes everything better.”

You sign, smiling at the thing, “What is your name?”

“Oh! I am Jimin! What’s your name?”

It was smiling as you signed out your name, “Well Y/n, I am glad to meet a hu- machine like you!”

It is really, truely, so kind. If you were in a similar situation, would you be as kind as him? You don’t know. Jimin smiles at you and picks you up, the two of you moving away from its abode. No water flows into your lower torso which confirms your theory that it had sealed it up somehow. The area Jimin lived in was this majestic area that has ruins of old ships, dead coral, and bones all around. The area is super calming with colorful fish, plankton, and other sea creatures like Jimin lazily swimming around. Occasionally you see a sea creature eating one of the other animals that live in the area, but over all every living thing seem relaxed and happy, nothing like anything you had ever seen with humans. You are actually seeing nature in its original habitat instead of trapped by humans for their own pleasure.

Soon enough, you find yourself sitting next to Jimin, looking out on some sort of field of bobbles. They look like what your database would call underwater heat vents, but seeing as you are seeing them from underwater, you couldn’t be sure. It is nice sitting in front of the vents with Jimin, the two of you laughing and talking about your lives, strange interactions you have had, and so much more (turns out that Jimin is a merman and sex/gender works very similarly… it is a he). It is honestly amazing. The last time you remember having such a long and great conversation was when you had to calm a passenger down from a panic attack.

Jimin swims up to the vents and starts weaving in between the two, laughing and smiling while showing off. You took the time to think. Jimin is sweet, caring, and kind, and he makes you feel normal. Not like some sort of humanoid android who is ment to serve humans, just you. Even if you can’t open your mouth and actually speak, you feel as if this day is the freest you have ever been. That thought made you a little sad. Jimin comes back before you can think about sadder things and he takes the two of you back to his abode for a small nap, him talking and you listening the whole while. It is so nice to talk to Jimin for all the time that you feel a pang in your mechanical heart stutters when he tells you that he is going to take a nap. You but want the merman to leave you alone, but apparently mermen need as much sleep as humans.

Due to Jimin needing so much sleep, you find yourself watching him as he sleeps. It is less creepy than it seems, you literally have nothing else to do. He was sleeping, an arm lazily thrown over his chest as his chest rises and falls slowly, his hair lazily floating in the water all around his head. Nothing moves as you watch. No fish, no plankton, nothing. It feels serene as you stare at the merman.

It is serene as you fall asleep, once thought left in your mind:If you will to die, you’re glad that your dying with Jimin present to keep you company.

Alert.

Water is flooding the cabin.

Passengers are in danger.

Alert.

Your eyes spring open, trying to jump up and help those who you can from the crash, but you don’t move.

Your alarms are going crazy, but you don’t move.

You can’t move.

Something is wrong.

Where are you? Where are your passengers. You must’ve been out for a while if some shelter formed over your head. Quickly after you wake up, some… thing swims in front of you. It is scary. It has the upper half of a human but nothing else is human-like. Nothing else is familiar to you. It was smiling at you and saying something that you couldn’t hear. You try to open your mouth and talk but water floods your insides and you immediately feel as if you are going to seize up. You don’t, but the thing is now looking at you worriedly.

Only that worry doesn’t last long as you sign something that makes his face go sour and look sad:

Who are you?

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I am so glad that @it-is-dana gave me this prompt! I think that for now we are trying to keep this on the dl, but we are planning on doing a June writing challenge! They are a great writer and I love them (as well as many of my other mutuals) and can’t wait to see what we create! Also, I haven’t read what Dana did with the prompt that I gave them, but I can promise you, IT’S GOOD! Imma cry when I read it. Lol. Kill me? But don’t I want to read Dana’s work.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #btsguild #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts jin #bts hoseok #bts angst #bts fluff #Jimin fluff #bts mermaid au #bts andriod au #bts robot au #bts siren au #jimin angst

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fishingformoncy-blog · 5 years

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$$$ T H R E E S .

repost, do not reblog.

MUSE : EUGENE H. KRABS. ( MR. KRABS )

$ 𝟑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

Though it’s usually only in his own favor, he really is an amazing businessman. He knows psychology when it comes to prices and money, and knows how to swindle people of it via media, advertisement, and bargains. I’m sure everyone knows that one devious thing that companies do. They’ll say that some price was recently marked down from a higher price to make a deal, but it was actually always that price the whole time? He does that all the time. He also gives out frequent bargains that seem like they’re cheaper, but they’re not really cheaper in the long run ( i.e. i work at panera -- if you get an entire meal with a drink you can get a cookie for .99 cents. an actual cookie is a little less than 3 dollars. but it’s actually cheaper to get the cookie and no drink ) .

His morality is one of the biggest strengths he has. Though it is pretty grey when it comes to money, life is something really important to him. Growing up extremely poor he learned that life is very, very precious. And it only strengthened when he joined the navy to pay for business schooling. Seeing so many people die and having to use violence when being taught that it shouldn’t be necessarily really made him see that people are important and everyone has a reason. Unless of course, it comes to his money. If someone steals even a dollar from them, they’re getting horribly injured or killed. No one comes between him and his cash / fear of being poor again.

Speaking of cash, he is really good with it. In school, he didn’t really excel at anything aside from physical education, art, and math. He adored math because it forced him to focus and it alleviated his mind of stress. Not to mention it aided him when it came to managing cash and excelling in business school. If you need help with your finances, he is definitely someone to ask. He’ll teach you to love your money like it’s your child, so you can save it for something important, not superficial.

$ 𝟑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.

Money is his biggest strength, as well as his biggest weakness. Like I mentioned before, if anything comes between he and his cash, they won’t survive much longer. For example, in the episode where SandP get him a new bed, and Squid wanted to take all the credit, he almost choked him to death. Because all of his saved money was stuffed inside the mattress. Before that, he tore his room apart in a panicked frenzy. Also in the episode where the urchin invades the Krusty Krab, after seeing the urchin eat all his money in the cash register, he has a small panic attack and beats the fuck out of the thing, even though it hardly takes damage.

He can be pretty judgmental when it comes to certain ethnicities or types of people, I’ve noticed. Usually formed off of personal opinion or from what he’s seen / experienced. Those opinions can quickly change however, when proven otherwise. He is a very gullible man, especially when money is involved. He used to hate Sandy for fucking with Spongebob’s head simply because she was “a mammal,” until she started getting him money. So don’t be surprised if he can be a bit harsh at first. His mind can be easily changed, though.

He is eager to find love again, especially since he believes that he can’t find it truly anymore. After his first love either died or left ( i’m starting to lean more toward she died but we’ll see if canon ever says something ) , he’s really hoping that there will be someone out there for him. I’m not sure if everyone will consider this a weakness or not, but he does tend to be extremely flirtatious to women, especially those who are younger than him. It always ends up flaking though -- many people can’t stand how absolutely obsessed he is with money. The arguments about cash are numerous; most likely why he stopped seeing Miss Puff.

$ 𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒. ( ASIDE FROM THE FORMULA ITSELF )

Plankton was the one who made the formula, actually! It was an accident that was caused by him slamming the door and pouring all the ingredients from a shelf into the tenderized beef. When Eugene tasted the incident and saw how beautiful it was, he claimed it was his own to get back at Plankton for wanting to have the recipe all for himself at first. After pulling out all the ingredients from the beef as a kid, he divided the missing amount from the containers and made the formula that way. To dig deeper into the secret, he would have wholeheartedly shared it with Plankton after all the craziness from the burger calmed down. But then he began bullying him. This will never be told to anyone, no matter who it is. The only one who would know is Plankton, if their friendship is ever rekindled.

He used to smoke in high school, which no one really ever knew. The only one who did know was again, Plankton. He stopped doing it when he joined the navy, as he knew he needed the extra strength and needed to break the addiction. He already had one, he didn’t need another. To this day, he still sometimes craves one, and tends to use other stress relievers ( talking to money about it is something he does a lot ) to try and break the crippling desire from time-to-time.

It’s really hard thinking of a third one, so I guess just his past in general? He really hates seeming like a poor person, and it embarrasses him to even be considered poor in anyone’s eyes. He envies people richer than him, and genuinely looks up to people who are popular businessmen / women. He wants to be as rich as them before he dies. So if you wanna hear his backstory, there better be a good fucking reason to. Because otherwise he’d be too uncomfortable sharing how poor he used to be. It makes him fucking cringe just thinking about it.

$ 𝟑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

BEING POOR . His biggest fear is somehow losing sight of all the money he has, someone stealing it all, and being tossed back into the dirt. He never wants to live that life again. Too much has happened since he gained his money: he’s helped his entire family for helping him through his life; his daughter depends on it. He won’t be able to live without money. It scares him so much that he coud literally kill people if someone even touches his finances.

Losing his daughter is a big one. He’s a pretty lonely man enough as it is. He can’t even understand his daughter half the time which is a huge struggle in his life, but it’s one he can deal with so long as he has her. He might not always know how to show it, but he does genuinely love her, and wants to give her a life growing up that he never had. Which admittedly, makes her somewhat spoiled. If anything happened to her he would be devastated and absolutely depressed. Would probably feel like he let his lover down, too.

Losing Spongebob. Though this one isn’t as big as the other two by any means, it’s still pretty high on the list. Unless firing him will give him more money in the long run, he wants to keep Spongebob on his deployment chart. His back hurts like the dickens because of his old age so he can’t cook as well as he used to when he was younger, it’s going to be extremely difficult to find someone who will work for near ten - twelve hour days with only a few benefits and getting paid minimum wage, someone who cooks so outstandingly well, and will wait on customers with happiness and joy. He would be in a really tight situation and he knows his store would suffer if he lost him.

$ 𝟑 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒

To obtain as much money as heart desires! Which, theoretically is impossible. But as long as he can die rich, he will be happy. He doesn’t care what else happens. Furthermore, he wants to make sure that any money leftover from the business when he does pass on either goes to the person who takes it over -- which will most-likely be Spongebob, or his daughter for her education / career purposes.

Make Pearl happy. He knows he can’t satisfy her all the time or necessarily be there for her all the time because he’s usually off at work, or because he doesn’t understand her, but he just wants make sure she has what she wants. He could never get what he wanted as a child which didn’t really upset him much until he was told he couldn’t get a job until after his schooling was over. But he spoils her to make sure she doesn’t feel like she can’t have what she wants, and so she doesn’t end up feeling poor like he did.

To become friends with Plankton again To make sure that at any and all times, the Krusty Krab has better profits, audiences, atmosphere, and business than the Chum Bucket. Even if that little, green devil has one customer it means terrible news. That’s another person lost for him, along with their families, and everything else.

TAGGED BY : @90smagicalboy ! ( thanks duDE THIS W A SD O PE ! ) TAGGING : @youwillobcy , @spngie , @cynicalcephalopod , @hisnote , @mechbrane , and anyone else who wants to !

#; | ME WORST FEAR ! WEARIN' . . . RAGS . ( musings ) ¢#; | MEMES ¢#( THIS TOOK ME A REALLY LONG TIME BUT I AM PROUD OF IT )#( most of it was another secret? like i literally tried digging through any research online but i couldn't really )#( think of anything so I MEAN )#( he always hates talking about being poor so i figured that that would be enough )

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pixiealtaira · 5 years

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Fanfiction rants of the day:

If you are going to describe the birth of a baby and have never given birth or been anywhere near anyone who has...try not to be so bloody obvious about it and at least watch some REAL birth videos...even if it is just the miracle of birth one might have been shown at school....TV is unrealistic at best if not down right pure falsehood 90% of the time....definitely don’t base your descriptions off of anything said by most republican politicians or your pastor unless you KNOW he actually bothered to see a child born... That simply makes you look even more stupid.

Do some basic research into children....2 yr olds don’t eat very much jarred baby food anymore...if any. 2 yr olds eat what you eat for the most part. 2 yr olds do not drink formula...they drink milk. (they may still nurse...) Formula is ridiculously expensive and smells bad and most parent move from it at about a year, when their doctors tell them it is OK to do so.

Now....I’ll give people leeway on speaking...kids develop at different rates. But most two yr olds speak 2+ word sentences. Granted...you may run into some particularly odd ones who instead quack at you or moo only...but those are quirks and those children tend to KNOW what they are doing and are doing so on purpose....it would be a wonderful addition to a story but to play it off as normal for a two yr old to only know quack make you look dumb.

And finally....You are bloody lucky if you can get a two year old to nap once a day, let alone twice. they do NOT sleep a lot like a new born (if you’re lucky enough to have one of those who sleep a lot to start off with). If your two yr old is sleeping and only waking to eat and be changed...something is wrong with it.

TL:DR If you are writing kids and infants and pregnancy and don’t want to sound more stupid than plankton do some research please.

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kosmonauttihai · 5 years

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I’m p sure that oil dinosaur post you replied to was referring to car oil, like petroleum

Well, I’m not capable of keeping anyone from drinking whatever kind of oil they want if they’re really determined, but that’s the oil I was referring to, too. If someone thinks that, like, olive oil is made of dinosaurs, I’m out of ideas on how to even approach that, lol.

In any case, I still don’t recommend drinking petroleum, which is made of plankton and algae, or chickens, which are dinosaurs, and also delicious when consumed in non-liquid form with proper cooking and seasoning. Unless of course one is unable to eat solid foods for reasons other than being a baby, in which case by all means, drink the dinosaur.

#Anonymous #food mention /

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spudandemdotravels-blog · 5 years

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New Zealand - Auckland and the Bay of Islands

Kia Ora from New Zealand!

We can’t quite believe it, but this is our LAST stop! That being said, we still have over five weeks to go and we are in a country that we are both very excited about so its not all bad.

After expecting Virgin Australia to be a decent airline with reclining chairs and media screens, we were thoroughly disappointed when we found out that it is in fact Australasia’s answer to RyanAir. As the saying goes, there is always a silver lining, and after preparing ourselves for 10+ hours of flights we found out that the flight to Brisbane was about four hours, and onto Auckland was only three! This made putting up with the incredibly uncomfortable chairs and distinct lack of entertainment considerably easier to endure, and to be honest the food wasn’t all that terrible either.

We touched down in Auckland feeling relatively fresh and sorted our car within very good time. Our chariot for the next month and a bit is the almighty Hyundai Getz. We won’t brag by posting a picture of it right now, but feel free to paint a picture in your head of a golden baked bean can on trolley wheels with a lawnmower engine. This is the weapon that we will be travelling thousands of kilometres around both the North and South Islands, and will be sharing with another couple for three of the five weeks we are here for. Wish us luck!

Once the car was sorted we made our way to Auckland city centre where we would be staying with Tom and Leonie for two nights. We know Tom and Leonie through Ed and Kate, and can’t thank them enough for their hospitality. Not only did they help us by letting us use their flat as a base to set ourselves up with camping gear, they also very kindly agreed to buy and collect our tent for us on TradeMe before we even arrived. A huge thank you to them, and we hope we can repay the favour in the future! Our first night was a good one for three reasons. We were in the company of familiar faces, we had a decent bed and bathroom, and because Spud drank ale for the first time in four months. We had homemade pizzas for dinner, then headed to a local pub for drinks. It was a great night and it certainly felt like we were back in Western civilisation. We managed to catch up with Ed and Kate that night and hit the sack at gone 1am. Our bodies were still telling us that it was 8pm so we were in for a rough day the next day.

We woke up at around 9am definitely feeling like it was 4am. We were groggy and a little jaded from the booze the night before, but we turfed ourselves out to The Warehouse to buy some camping kit and to have the AC tested on the car. We were quietly hoping that it wasn’t working so that we got another car but the hire company spent the time proving to us that it was working so we left with our tails tucked between our legs. That afternoon we visited the Coopers Creek winery. Tom and Leonie had seen that a jazz band were playing, so we bought some picnic stuff and enjoyed a couple of bottles of their delicious white wine listening to some cracking live music. There’s nothing like sun, live tunes and hair of the dog drinking to sort you out. We felt much better by the end of the gig, and once we got back to the flat we walked into the centre of Auckland for an ice cream and wander around the docklands.

As the jet lag was still affecting us slightly we got a relatively early night so that we were fresh for the next day. After saying our goodbyes we made our way to another The Warehouse and a couple of charity shops to collect the rest of the camping kit we needed. We were a bit anxious about all of the stuff that we had bought, given that we still needed to fit two extra people and their baggage in the car, so for our drive north we decided to dry run putting some of the kit on the roof of the car. It all worked out pretty well and head room wasn’t compromised by the straps, so we put some miles behind us up to the Bay of Islands. The drive was pretty scenic and some of the views of the headlands and islands off the east coast were spectacular. What we didn’t expect was how quickly we would get cut off from civilisation once we left the highway. We knew that we needed to pick up a gas bottle for the cooking stove, but we inadvertently missed our last opportunity to buy one before we got to the camp site. So, we had a salad for dinner and overnight oats for breakfast, and Emily sweet talked our neighbours into boiling some water for tea for us the next morning.

The campsite we stayed in was called Puriri Bay. We recommend it to anyone exploring the North Island. It is a well sheltered, tranquil campsite right on the coast where you can swim over oyster beds if you want to. It has an amazing view over the bay and mountains on the opposite side, with ample and clean facilities for at least a few nights. We stayed for two nights, and on our full day headed to Russell, Paihia, and Waitangi before heading back to the campsite including a full 20 kilometres on gravel tracks through a forest (not the shortcut that Emily had planned)! On the day that we headed back south we started the day off with a short circular walk around the headland near to the campsite to get the blood flowing, before driving to Waipu to check out the glow worm caves. What a spectacle they were! It can only be explained as being able to see a galaxy of stars on the ceiling of a cave. We walked a fair way into the cave itself and gawped at the worms in two caverns, the second being linked to the first by a small tunnel that you have to duck walk through water to get to. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing; the feeling was on par with the bioluminescent plankton in Thailand.

Time was ticking on and we had a few hours of driving ahead of us to our next destination; Browns Bay just north of Auckland. We had organised to stay with friends of Nick and Karen for the next two nights and we were warmly welcomed by Jenny and Graham at around 6pm that night. It was so nice to eat some home cooked food and we were thoroughly made to feel at home even though we had only just met them. We both slept like logs that night.

We woke up to rain the next day. Boooo! So, we used our time wisely and cracked on with organising other parts of the trip, and to contact some estate agents for our move to Bristol. It all felt a bit strange that the time for us to start putting things together for our return to the UK had come around. The clouds broke by the afternoon so we ventured out to Devonport. We walked around the sea front and up the cannon mount that was put in in the early 1900’s. Apparently the cannon was only fired once, at a target on nearby Rangitoto (a dormant volcano) just to check that it worked. The cannon broke a lot of windows of nearby properties, so after a lot of complaints it was never fired again... After a coffee and muffin we made our way back to Browns Bay via yet another The Warehouse to pick up a pool noodle which we cut in half to make roof bars out of. We re-tested putting stuff on the roof and before we knew it Jenny was cooking us in for steaks and wine which we obviously thoroughly enjoyed!

The following day Em had arranged to catch up with a Simon a old uni friend who now manages the NZ cricket team. We met at Eden Park stadium where he works, and before we knew it we were in the All Black’s changing rooms, the coaches box, and walking around the edge of the grounds! Afterwards we grabbed a coffee and as we had free time, Si drove us to Piha beach which is about 50 minutes east of Auckland. The drive was pretty windy and after the booze the night before and coffee, we were both feeling pretty rough by the time we arrived, but the drive was definitely worth it. Piha is a popular surfing beach and there is a programme dedicated to televising surf rescues in the area. The surf wasn’t huge, but we could tell from the behaviour of the water and the surrounding cliffs and rocks in the water that this break was for experienced surfers only! We walked up a giant mound that split the beach in two, took in the view and then had to head back to Auckland. We felt equally as ill by the time we got back, so after saying goodby we had to almost immediately stop for a rest and something to eat before we started our drive south to Rotorua.

Love,

Spud & Em

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suckitsurveys · 2 years

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The P Survey by joybucket

What is your passion? TV haha. How often do you pray? Never. What’s your favorite flavor of Pringles? Cheddar. When was the last time you wrote a poem? In high school I’m sure. Do you like the color pink? Yes.

Do you like to wear pink? I don’t own much of it. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Featherbrain and Lucky. Two parakeets. What’s your favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni and black olives. Have you ever had a parking ticket? Yes, a couple. Do you own a plaid flannel shirt? Yes, a couple. What’s something you have pondered recently? Life? Have you ever taken Physics? Yes. Do you own a Polaroid camera? No. Who’s your favorite Disney princess? Moana. Do you enjoy looking through old photo albums? Yes. Do you like… pickles? peas? Pepsi? Pringles? pie? potatoes? porridge/oatmeal? The Princess Diaries series? ponds? pants that have pockets? poetry? prancing? puppets? the music group Play? piano music? playing piano? Polaroid photos? parties? paper? using a planner? parkas? city parks? theme parks? parallel parking? posters? Have you ever… had your palm read? taken piano lessons? been to Panama? been to Palm Springs? been to Pennsylvania? listened to Prince? owned Polly Pocket toys? been a puppeteer? owned a puppet? burnt popcorn? called the police? had the police called on you? been to a wild party? been to prom? proposed to someone? been proposed to? had a paper cut? made a paper airplane? True or False The big parachute was your favorite gym class activity as a kid. You’ve been given a promise ring. You don’t believe in palm reading. You’ve taken a Poetry class. You grew up in a house with a swimming pool. You grew up poor. You are currently poor. You want to help the poor. You are petite. You are a pastor’s kid. You know what show Plankton is from. You know what show Penelope Tait is from. You were taught in school that Pluto was a planet. You like Pixie Sticks. You think pickles are disgusting. You’ve taken a pole dancing class. You’ve had a pen pal before. You love to praise Jesus. :) You haven’t parallel parked in years. You’ve been in a parade. You had a stuffed Pooh Bear when you were younger. You’ve watched Puff the Magic Dragon. You like palm trees. You live in an area in which there are palm trees. You like to paint. You are a very patient person. You’ve had a pregnancy scare. You’ve been pregnant. You’ve competed in a beauty pageant. Would you say you are… patient? poor? petite? pretty? perky? popular? passionate? poetic? prickly? prissy? easy to please? a perfectionist? pale? persistent? pleasurable? a promise keeper? a poet? a pumpkin spice lover? a pet lover? a people person? prayerful? proud of yourself for how far you’ve come? petty? able to resist peer pressure? poisonous? a pizza lover? poised? worried about the pandemic? playful? Do you know anyone named… Polly? Patrick? Patricia? Portia? Priya? Promise? Primrose? Pat? Palace? Passion? Parody? Peri? Paige? Phantom? Preston? Prescott? Parker? Palmer? Posie? Pilgrim? Patience? Final Q’s! Did you read the Harry Potter series? No. Do you like the color periwinkle? I do. Do you know what color periwinkle is? Uh, yea. How many of these words do you know the meaning to: phantom, potion, potter, parsley, platypus? All of them. Do you like the word “pandemonium”? Sure. What is your favorite theme park that you’ve been to? The Wilderness, an indoor waterpark in The Dells. Do you drink pop? Yes. Do you call it pop, soda, cola, or something else? I switch between pop and soda, only because we call my dad Pops and it feels weird to call it pop now for some reason. Have you ever played with Pop Rocks? I didn’t play with them, I ate them. Have you ever painted pottery? Yes. What are three of your favorite pastimes? Watching TV, hanging around a bonfire, this. Have you ever owned a parrot? Nope. Have you seen The Passion of the Christ? I have, a long time ago. What is something you keep in your pocket? My phone. Which print do you prefer: plaid or polka dots? Plaid. Have you ever been to Portland, Oregon? No, but that is somewhere I’d like to visit. Do you prefer pencils or pens? Pens. Do you have any paper plates in your cupboard right now? Yes. Do you use a planner? I use the notes and reminder app on my phone. Did you say the Pledge of Allegiance in school? Yes. Do you own anything with paisleys on it? Yes. That’s all for now- have a pleasurable, pleasant day! :)

#surveys #abc surveys #p

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ask-de-writer · 6 years

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : World of Sea : Part 49

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

Reproduction in any form, physical, electronic or digital is prohibited without the express consent of the author.

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Chapter 17: Storm

The Grandalor was running a reach across the wind, taking the best advantage of the wild weather that raced ahead of the advancing Coriolis Storm.

Unfortunately, there were a few hitches in that simple seeming program. In the gloom of the storm there were no markers to tell you when you had gone the required distance.

TO BE CONTINUED

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