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gyarubloodbath · 8 days

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BREAK THIS THE BREAKING POINT

character: kakucho hitto/dolphin tags:+18, zoophilia, sex in water, sex in public. synopsis: kakucho recalls his experience with a dolphin…

each person's brain reacts differently to the bright events in his life. if we ask five people to describe the same situation, separating them from each other, we can conclude that we are not clones and do not share the same gray matter. kakucho knows this and lays their ears, the business class flies over the depths of the sea, teeming with salt algae, shark fins, fat calves and other mermaids of the bottom, corroding the sand, choking on mud. a stewardess seeps between the rows, carefully rolls a cart with an abundance of rich dishes, mostly cold, unsatiable; the smell of the sea, the salinity is already burning and playing with crystals on the tip and edges of the tongue.

— so you didn't lie about being ready to devour a whale, — hitto's words-facts flashed in a non-vibrating tone in native japanese after sanzu's sugary voice.

the plate of the foreign friend turned out to be directly opposite the star-streaked one at the edges of the lips. like sliced sausage, the sinewy whale meat is dark dark red, decorated with light greens, covered with a few white noodles like a blanket. the sticks roll over and almost fall to the floor, if not for the stewardess with a quick reaction of one hand, but with the other she bends a cup with half-dead clams.

— are you mad? — octopuses are intercepted by a hand, — look, don't you want to try, huh? — and pokes right in the face with slimy tentacles, so zealously, furiously trying to get out onto the water surface.

— fuck off.

kakucho's hand reaches for the chopsticks to start the meal, thanking the employee of the plane for the service. there were several pieces of raw fish on the plate: virgin pink meat peeked through the black skin, light red blood left its traces on the edges of the dishes; half-rings of onions lay randomly side by side, and in the corner a little soy sauce. kakucho twirled the fish with chopsticks, assessing its appearance and sniffing, noticing how the onion shed drops of tears (juice), getting caught in the meat, soaking it.

— excuse me, — he turned to the confused woman, a small mole moved above her upper lip, her smile stretched and her lipstick cracked. — i only looked at the names of the dishes, but i don't know the ingredients. whose meat is this?

— oh, right, — she fidgeted, wiped her palms on her skirt, hastily adjusted the button of her jacket, turning it one hundred and eighty back and forth. and the sweet and sour liquid poured out with a naked and funny noise, the words echoed greasily, having bathed in oil, a canine splash of water hit the face, leaving a jellyfish burn:

ᅠ— this is dolphin meat.

1. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME.

bonten traveled far to the south, to the kii peninsula. why?

having spread the bad-good influence of the group almost throughout japan, using privileges, not fearing anything, manjiro declared his desire to move further, to individual islands, even to the kuril islands.

it was finally clear; there was no drama, no storm, no thunder and lightning, only the west wind blew the clouds away into the sea, and with them the rumble in the legs. we arrived in the evening, staying in wakayama. we shouldn't have been given permission to wander somewhere nearby, because i discovered the shores of the sea of japan.

it was the first time i saw her far from land. a beautiful, light gray bottlenose dolphin, seeing me, did not immediately swim up, carefully and calmly exploring the depths. after some time, the dolphin (about ten meters away) stopped, staring at me with black buttons of her eyes and silently sailed away without saying goodbye.

on the second day, she let me pet her, just for a second, and screamed, sneezing right at me. after that, i quickly developed a respiratory infection. it was an ordinary cold, but i soon began to annoy my "comrades" with it.

the third day brought pleasant sensations into my life, plus one more story, with which it will be possible to die peacefully. the dolphin, grimacing, drifted, foaming at the tail and tip of its muzzle, heading straight towards me, to the sandy shore. she screamed for help, painted the sea dark red, desperately sank, then swam out again, cutting through the water surface with her gray body.

a bottlenose dolphin washed ashore, scattering wet sand that got into my shoes and pant leg. the wounded woman was writhing: an iron, somewhere rusty harpoon protruded from the side of her body, adjacent to the pectoral fin. the dolphin squeal pierced my ears and relieved me of their stuffiness, the sea air cut through my nostrils and cut my throat as soon as i sat down and got a little closer to the poor girl's body. the bottlenose dolphin, still in shock and enraged by the unwanted weapon under her chest, shook her fins violently, screaming more and more, beating my hands away-away. i had to turn her over on her side so that I could pull out the harpoon that had sunk deep into her body.

— if you keep fighting like that, — the fish shared his panic, from which i began to talk to the female, gently pushing her with one hand, and grabbing the marine weapon with the other, hoping to use it as an additional lever. — there's nothing i can do to help you.

tired (or rather, she was tired, and did not understand my speech), the dolphin stopped resisting other people's touches, but sometimes she managed to hit me casually and shout in her native language. spreading my legs, allowing the dolphin to lie under me, i abruptly pulled on the harpoon, holding her body, trying to do it as quickly as possible so as not to torment the poor thing anymore.

— that's it, — with a wet, sharp sound, a harpoon came out of the dolphin, splashing blood on the shore and my creature, even hitting my face. — take it easy?

apparently, under the influence of a cold and a migraine headache, i lost myself. the bottlenose dolphin calmed down, but continued to squeak, squealed with satisfaction. the breeze between her legs aroused a new excitement with goosebumps. not fear for the life of an unfortunate animal, not concern for my newly healed wounds, but an animal desire to study the cetacean inside out.

crouching down next to her, i examined her stomach, smeared the animal's blood with my palm, noticing how ragged the wound turned out and pressed my jacket to the hole, watching how the fabric was soaked. my gaze slid to the fin, and then to the tail — below.

female dolphins have one extended hole with an anus at the end. inside another hole, a large one, i found two small ones: mammary glands with nipples, with which a mother feeds her cubs. the dolphin's genitals turned pink and swelled, increasing in size, as if facilitating the passage of a partner. the bottlenose dolphin boldly jerked her pelvis forward and shook it, wildly wanting to rub against my leg.

i treated her with delicacy, tenderness, and sophistication. perched on her back, i had to support her fin by pressing it against the female's body. with my other hand, i stroked the bottlenose dolphin, gently passing my palm over her stomach, approaching the clitoris of the genital opening, which was already swollen with a delicate-pink bump from excitement. his fingers touched the lump of nerves and spun slowly on it. the dolphin was constantly twitching, beating her pelvis into my hand and screaming. after a while, i gently slipped my fingers into her hole, feeling her walls, gently stroking. it's hot, and the labia resemble a hardened wet shower sponge. suddenly, the bottlenose dolphin tensed, and a second later screamed joyfully, playing with my hand inside. the muscles inside the fish moved my arm right-left, and after that — contraction. the dolphin continued to struggle, shouting less and less often, finally becoming numb.

as i understood it, she quickly got used to me and saw me as a kind person. and stimulation alone was not enough for her. dragging her to the shallow water, undressing completely, i gently turned the bottlenose dolphin on its side, and i settled myself with her belly, so gently inviting me to mate with her. it was soft to the touch, the whole body was in contact with the fish. with my hand, i directed my penis into the dolphin's vagina and, having received permission in the form of an approving push in my direction, entered it. the blood didn't even need to act as a lubricant. from contact with the water, the dolphin's blood was washed away a little (and with my thrusts smearing it all over the bottlenose dolphin's chest, it completely disappeared, leaving streaks on the sides). at first, she crawled restlessly through the water, then approaching me, then pushing off, trying to get as comfortable as possible. the muscles inside the dolphin were contracting, tightly clasping my penis, as if stroking it along its entire length. unusual sensations went through my body with goosebumps together with the cool wind this evening, and the water, cooled down, pleasantly covered my fingertips, sometimes punching them with a cramp. but i was completely given over to this beautiful bottlenose dolphin that was pushing towards my movements. I tried to hold back as long as possible, tried to enjoy the moment for at least five minutes. the dolphin squealed sweetly, and i responded to her animal impulses.

— yes… like that… you like it, don't you?..

i didn't recognize myself. earrings and hair seemed to become heavier, and the skin became so light that it peeled off, exposing all the muscles. my voice vibrated, rose as soon as i had to moan, rarely, rarely, without relaxing. the cold surface of the dolphin tore at my nipples, arousing me, forcing me to press harder. it feels as if my spirit has left my body at this moment. on the eve of orgasm, muscle contractions inside the bottlenose dolphin and thrusts on me became more frequent.

finally, we both came at the same time.

— you did well… — i praised the dolphin, stroking her while she was resting. — even with a wound, so active.

the bottlenose dolphin laughed creakily as soon as i kissed her on the nose. she was no longer worried and sailed away, calmly diving into the depths of the water. somewhere on the horizon she was jumping out while she was carrying the sea splashes to me, having met with friends.

2. WHAT HAPPENED TO HER.

my shock disappeared as quickly as it had covered me, as soon as i blinked away the details of that day's memories.

the prefecture is famous for its dolphin hunting. knowing this, i should have been so surprised by the fact that dolphin meat dishes are served here.

the next day, after our lovemaking, she was caught by a group of selected fishermen. that's why i didn't see her the next day, but only met with the poachers on the shore. my female was lucky, because she did not immediately find herself in the hunters' net and the harpoon in her neck is proof. when a flock of dolphins is spotted, they are driven into the bay by banging metal sticks in the water to scare and confuse the dolphins. when the cetaceans are already driven into the bay, it is quickly blocked with nets so that they cannot escape. the next day, the dolphins are caught one by one and killed. previously, they were killed by cutting their throats, but the japanese government forbade the use of this method, and now dolphins can officially be killed only with a metal peg in the neck, which causes death within a few seconds. the japanese side explains this type of poaching by tradition and the fact that dolphins do not fall under the protection of the international whaling commission.

honestly, i don't really care about all this immoral fishing, whether it's in japan or on other continents… however, the female was pleasant.

nodding to the stewardess, i began to eat, tapping the dolphin sashimi with chopsticks. a pungent smell pierced my nose. putting a piece in my mouth, feeling the freshness of blood and the indescribable taste of bottlenose dolphin, i chewed. the fibers were tearing, the fat glistened on the lips.

ᅠdisgusting.

#tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers kakucho #tokrev kakucho #kakucho hitto

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eisa-core · 1 year

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Junhui's Swimming Pool Mukbang with Wonwoo, Vernon & Daisy | Bangkok Swimming Pool Water

2 October 2022 - Bangkok

«What's this?» - Daisy asked looking at a table full of food and a camera pointing at Jun, Wonwoo and Vernon. They had 2 hours of free time before rehearsals so they decided to eat lunch at the Hotel's terrace, with a beautiful view. «We're filming a mukbang» - Junhui was the one that spoke both to Daisy and to the camera. «Oh can I join you?» - Daisy was wearing a tank top and shorts so she didn't want to show herself since it could be very revealing that's why she just simply waved to carats. «Yes of course, do you want some? There's noodles and chicken burgers» - He indicates her everything that was on the table, and of course it was very inviting. «Oh you order good stuff» - « It's all mine eheh» - Wonwoo took the plate from Jun's hands as a joke. «Actually me and Minghao already ate at the this exactly same spot like- two years ago?» - Daisy was amazed of how many good memories she had with Minghao all over the world «Are we even surprised?» - Wonwoo teased with a smirk on his lips «But i've never tried this» - She said ready to eat those delicious french fries «Wait let me take a photo first. If you don't take picuteres of the food you didn't eat it» [ of course we need food pictures]

«Oh talking about pictures: you know how Hoshi always posts pictures of the members eating after the concerts?» - Jun asked and everyone nodded «I'm not there. Never. Carats think that I don't eat because of that but hey Carats, look! I do eat!» - Jun took a huge bite of his hamburger in front of the camera. «And me too. I'm not in the picture» - Daisy was checking Hoshi's Instagram «I always take a shower after the shows meanwhile you're having dinner» - «Yeah same! I need to take off my make-up first, and once i'm done, you've already devoured everything» Jun and Daisy were complaining to Vernon and Wonwoo, when the one to blame was actually Hoshi.

As for Hoshi, Daisy was ready to go to him for asking him about posting a selca together, he owns her that for not including her in every after-concert-pictures.

She took the camera with her and in the moment she went to Soonyoung, she saw him, Dino, Dk and Mingyu having fun in the swimming pool. «Carats, I'm doing this for you» - Daisy talked to the camera before zooming into the boys who were shirtless «That's how Mingyu pose for his feed on Insta, oh wow oh sexy» - She screamed hyping him, with the actual purpose of showing his shy side.

«Daisy! Film us and choose! Ready?» - Dino said catching Daisy's attention. «Baby shark durudurduru-» - Dino went underwater and then sang the baby shark song, making everyone laugh. He was truly the maknae of Seventeen. «I can show something better!» - Seokmin put his hands up. «Oh God» - Daisy said when she saw Seokmin's iconic seal's imitation. «Let's stop here» - Hoshi took the camera off Daisy's hand and started to film her «It's your time to choose: Dino's baby shark dance or Dokyeom's seal?» - « Ugh, that's a hard question, I can't choose! Carats, that's up to you!»

Who's gonna win ?

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free-for-all-fics · 1 year

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Namor and Attuma at the beach/swimming pool AU prompts. Some of these are really stupid and silly but I regret nothing. Pls tag me if you get inspired by or write any of these, I’d love to read it. 💜

1. Thinking about that cliche “Woman lets man put sunscreen on her body for her and it’s supposed to be sexy” thing except it’s Namor or Attuma rubbing his hands all over reader’s skin while he’s applying the sun screen and they’re just spending time on the beach together. Of course reader would return the favor if Namor/Attuma asked.

2. Namor/Attuma treating reader’s sunburn/sun damaged skin because she burns easily/forgot to put sunscreen on/accidentally fell asleep outside.

3. Baywatch AU where Namor/Attuma is a sexy lifeguard and every time you look at him, the world slows down. He’s so sexy, it’s like he runs in slow motion any time he comes to the rescue of a beach goer. You debate pretending to drown just to get his attention. Yeah this is dumb and no I’ve never seen a single episode of Baywatch.

4. Thinking about Namor or Attuma being a dad and doing dad things, like teaching their kid how to ride a bike. Except the bike is a dolphin 🐬. And then teaching their kid how to drive a car when they’re a teen/adult. Except the car is a whale 🐋.

5. Every day you practice holding your breath, for just a little longer than usual every time. After being "saved" by a lifeguard you learnt that humans aren't meant to hold their breath for nearly an hour.

6. One day while swimming at the beach you drown and die. Then you wake up on land, resuscitated by a lifeguard. But now that you are back, you have a strange urge to breathe in water. Unable to hold the urge back, you try it and something happens.

7. You work as a lifeguard at the Dead Sea and wonder why your job even exists. Just as you're about to fall asleep, people start drowning, as if being pulled under by an unseen force.

8. You’re taking a bath when suddenly Namor bursts into your bathroom claiming to be a lifeguard here to protect you from the "sharks". At first you resist, “It’s two feet deep, man!” but you soon see something lurking in the bathwater. (Yeah this is an AU based on that lifeguard “I’m not at the beach this is a bathtub” porn meme. Maybe the “shark” is Attuma. Attuma and Namor as pornstars AU. Just embrace the sexy stupidity of it.🛟)

9. You're swimming off the coast of Wakanda when suddenly all the waves in the water stop. You hear whistles blow and people scream as a lifeguard yells, "Get out of the water! The serpent god is approaching!"

10. You accidentally summon an old god while playing with pool noodles.

11. After a short career as a model, you're tired of not being taken seriously. One day you quit to start a new life with your dream job- picking up trash and cleaning up the beach. You didn’t expect to encounter Namor/Attuma while on the job. He’s come to thank you for saving the hatching sea turtles, among other things.

12. You've never been invited to a beach party before and as soon as you touch the water, everyone else can see your imaginary friend, Namor/Attuma, rising from the shadows of the waves. At least, you thought he was imaginary. He’s upset you stopped coming to visit and that you haven’t called him on the conch shell.

13. You prefer to swim laps alone in the middle of the night as it helps you think and have found a way into the local pool after hours. You pause in the shadows of the shallow end and hear a splash at the other end. Three armed men in suits are watching someone struggle at the bottom of the pool.

14. Possible Fae AU: You come to and find yourself not alone in a clearing in the woods. You’re mesmerized by the blue skinned people as they sing and dance around the pool of water in the night, with their jet black hair, and beautiful dark brown eyes, laughing and playing happily as can be. Their king uses his winged ankles to fly towards you. His loving smile is entrancing as he motions for you to come over.

15. Cocoon AU: Residents of a retirement home discover their swimming pool is filled with vital energy from Talokan, giving their elderly bodies the same ability and vigor as when they were teenagers.

16. You're an immortal who lives at a beach resort. You have many summer flings with mortals on getaways. One day you see someone you had a hot romantic night with 50 years ago. He looks exactly the same.

17. On break from college, you take a summer job at the beach. Making friends is not your thing but there's one guy who's different than most. He's bookish and not at all cool. The social scene at college can be so destructive and he's not trying to one-up you. By the end you are so much more. (Maybe AU where Namor assumes a “Clark Kent” secret human identity. Maybe he goes by Tenoch in this AU idk.)

18. AU where Namor is believed to be a cryptid/myth: When you chatted with that Tenoch guy on tinder, you thought the K’kul’kan cosplay with the elf ears and ankle wing shoes in his profile pic was nerdy and a bit funny. Then you meet him on the beach, and realize it wasn't a cosplay, as the actual feathered serpent god himself stands before you, a dozen water flowers in his hands and a picnic dinner laid out.

19. Post-battle AU: Namor with a broken ankle meets reader, a beached mermaid with a wounded tail. Restricted from their usual activities, they find solace in each other's company as they tend to each other’s wounds.

20. Some beaches have groups of Sea Lions, but our little town has Talokanil hanging out on the piers, especially when the sun is out. Bit of a local nuisance, but they bring us fish and other good things to eat during winter or in times of hardship, in exchange for keeping their existence secret. We benefit from mutual protection, so we’re all good. Just don't get too close. They will try to drown anyone who makes them feel threatened.

21. You are taking a family vacation on the beach, when you see the lady next to you fill a water bottle up with seawater and later notice her drinking from it.

22. As you're walking down a secluded part of a beach, you spot something large and blue wrapped in fishing wire, peaking through a pile of rocks. Thinking it a washed up dolphin, you approach the rocks and see that it's a Talokanil and he’s/she’s scared.

23. As a child your parents often took you to the beach, until one day they suddenly stopped. When you asked about it, your parents said the sea had become dangerous for you. Years later, you head to the beach yourself. When your feet touch the water, your legs start to tingle.

24. The Bachelor sort of AU: The 5 remaining girls head to the beach house at Innsmouth. They've all got brains. They've all got beauty. Four of them will be given the great honor of keeping the sun alive and shining bright in its constant war against darkness. With their sacrifices in body and blood to the revered feathered serpent god, K'uk'ulkan, they will keep the sun moving across the sky and preserve the very lives of the Talokanil. Only one will become his chosen mate. Whomever he chooses will be given godly gifts, such as immortality and the ability to bend water to her will. She will take her place upon the throne as his eternal wife. But who among these women has that special something worthy of representing the nation of Talokan as Queen? Four will give their still-beating hearts to him. K'uk'ulkan will only give his heart to one.

25. You're resting on a sandy beach with a bucket of iced beers, when Namor/Attuma emerges from the waves. He sits down next to you, grabs a beer, cracks it open, and takes a swig. He sighs and says, "You would not believe the day I've had."

26. This year the beach was cold, wet, and miserable. The girl not too much older than you in the house next door was nice though. So when you saw her out on the beach in the middle of the night in a rainstorm wearing only a nightdress, you had to investigate.

27. Reader and Attuma, childhood friends, are sitting on the beach together. One of them is about to confess, when suddenly the ocean rumbles. Namor emerges from the waves, looks at you both and says "Aha, so THIS is where you've been!" Ugh, he’s so embarrassing! Can’t believe your father followed you here and ruined the moment. Namora swore she wouldn’t tell! Can’t a princess get some privacy around here?

28. After being teased by your high school swim team about your fear of open bodies of water, you attempt to prove them wrong by trying to swim in the nearby beach. You start to drown but are luckily saved by a cute man. "Hey, are you alright? I thought the other humans were going to help you out?"

29. "Never swim too deep into those waters," my father used to say, "never be the furthest from the shore." I never understood why until today.

30. You breach the surface and swim over to the diving boat. As you climb into the boat you notice the instructor and captain slumped over each other in a sort of lifeless embrace. You take off your mask and instantly realize you can't breathe the air of the surface world anymore.

31. You and a friend go on a camping trip to a hidden lake. Your friend goes swimming, and when they dive down, they never surface again. Instead, a strange woman you've never seen before crawls ashore. Upon seeing you, she declares: "The feathered serpent god accepted the exchange! I'm finally free!"

32. While swimming away from your friends on a camping trip, you find Namor stranded high on the sand. He’s too hot/dried out to move, and asks for your help to get back into the water.

33. Mafia/mob AU: An agent is sent to the beach to find you, the much younger wife of a mafia boss. You’re in a purple bikini on a towel some meters away, in the arms of Namor, your secret lover. You catch the agent looking at you from a distance and don’t seem to care about his presence as Namor rubs sunscreen over your skin and makes love to you in the sand. Too far away to tell who you’re with, the agent tries to shoot Namor, but the god deflects the bullet with his arm without breaking eye contact with you.

Namor kisses you before flying over and punching the agent so hard that he flies a few feet into the air and skids through the sand. Namor drags the agent back and forces him to watch your lovemaking. (Maybe he’s brutal and drives his spear through the agent’s hand to pin it to the ground. Idk. Just a “Tell your boss this is how you please a woman” power move/show of dominance type thing). The agent finally looks away in embarrassment. When he looks back again, you and Namor are both gone and all that’s left are two sets of footprints leading from your abandoned towel to the ocean.

34. Sort of Old God/Ancient Mythology AU: Reader goes to a nude beach for the first time by herself, where she meets and makes conversation with other friendly beach goers. Everything seems normal until the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, and tens (or hundreds) of blue skinned people wearing strange oxygen masks rise from the ocean. Reader thinks some sort of attack is about to take place, but is instead shocked when everyone pairs off. A sort of ritualistic orgy seems to be going on, as she watches the beach goers engage in intimate activity with the strangers from the sea. Turns out the “is your beach body ready?” advertisement she saw refers to whether you’re ready to partake in a group mating ritual that’s said to bring humans prosperity, protection, and lifespan extension. In exchange, the Talokanil hope to create a new hybrid species so that their kind may one day be able to walk freely among the land without turning blue or without the use of masks. They want to reclaim the surface world that was stolen from them.

Suddenly everyone pauses and goes silent as they make a path for a man with pointed ears and winged ankles. They kneel in respect as he makes his way towards you. You can tell by his layers of jewelry and air of authority surrounding him that this is their king, their god. He first holds your face with both hands, caressing your cheeks and hair. His hands slowly go down as he feels and squeezes your breasts and hips, as if inspecting them. Finally he rests his palm on your stomach and wraps his other hand around your neck to press his forehead to yours. He speaks in a language you don’t understand, but nevertheless it dawns on you what he wants you for.

#namor x reader #attuma x reader #namor imagine #attuma imagine #random fic ideas #fic ideas #pls tag me if you write this #some of these i got from reddit so i can’t take all the credit #don’t examine these too closely #some of these are just silly little brain nuggets #stupid silly fun

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afunfunkytime · 2 years

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okay so I'm writing something that involves big simping and big simping requires Analysing Your Crush's Features Excessively

so here's some little details i thought about for a couple characters (most are southern because im big simp for southern accents and they live in my head rent free)

I don't hc the characters looking like Ben in my personal hcs, I'm sorry if that's odd

Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi, and Georgia have crows feet- because I think it's such a cute feature to have and I like a good 'weathered' looking character

Alabama's smile is lopsided. No real reason, I just like a crooked smile.

Arkansas has a crooked nose, it veers slightly to the left. It's naturally occurring, not caused by an injury but he feels like it wasn't necessarily helped by all the times he's tripped and fallen over the years. He doesn't mind it so much nowadays, but it stings when it's pointed out. Something about the word Arkansas just gives 'crooked' and I don't know how to explain it. He's my favourite character to play with the appearance of. It'll be obvious later.

South Dakota lost 2 of his fingers doing something stupid. He gives 'oopsie daisy' vibes, most of his injuries are go big to the hospital or go home

Kentucky <3 dimples. They're cute, he's cute.

Kentucky has a chipped front tooth from getting bucked off a horse. He's got lots of injuries from horses over the course of his life but this one is the most noticeable. It wasn't serious and doesn't really affect him because state magic ig I kept googling it and apparently you should really fix a chipped tooth asap so this one doesn't really work but go with it I said so. He chipped it back in the 1800s, and it's never really caused any problems other than a slightly less picture perfect smile, so he's just okay with it. He's got a cute smile anyway. Kentucky<3

Florida has unusually long eyelashes, like damn they're pretty

Arkansas has the roughest hands you'd ever see. They're scarred and torn up and not soft whatsoever. Callouses, ridges of old scars crisscrossing over his skin, split knuckles.

New Jersey and Texas have at least two gold teeth each. No reason. I just like the idea.

Bearded New Jersey is PERMANENT.

California has noodle limbs, like real wet spaghetti noodle of a man

Alaska has an eyebrow slit, just to make him that little bit more mysterious. And hot.

New Jersey has longer than average canine teeth and it's his favourite thing ever. He'll never get them filed down. Ever. He'll bite every dentist that tries.

Nevada's nails are always stilettos with the most elaborate design he can get, he'll threaten Gov with them if he gets too cocky

Gov! He has a few grey hairs. Y'all can't tell me he doesn't. He's earned them.

Georgia has freckles and it's the cutest thing ever. Georgia in general is cute. In my hcs he's ginger. Extra cute.

Florida has two shark bite scars from different sharks. One on his calf and the other on his upper back. He's very proud of them.

Utah tripped down the stairs and has a pretty badass scar just above his eyebrow. He may or may not fabricate a story to sound cooler.

Florida has webbed fingers and toes. Not webbed digits together, just slight webbing between them. I'm not good enough with words to fully explain what I mean. It is theorised he is part seagull because he screams, is annoying, and steals food.

Mississippi has a long scar between his thumb and pointer finger from a mishap with a fishing hook

lmk if y'all have thoughts about this

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #the table #this is weird i think #sorry i love them #i like my men with details

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wreywrites · 6 months

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Tiger Shark

Part 4: The Anchor

Chapter 22

We spend what has become a normal day for us. Last week, Finnick found an old book of fairy tales and his new favorite activity is reading them with verve. He does voices, sound effects, the whole hook and sinker, and I draw. We eat last night’s noodles, then Finnick dozes off on the couch while I read about a man who spends his whole life hunting one whale.

Beck calls midafternoon to invite everyone for supper and marbles. I leave Finnick sleeping on the couch to answer the phone, drink a glass of water, write Dad a note telling him to wake us up if we aren’t awake when he gets home, and grab a blanket. I curl up on the half of the couch Finnick isn’t using.

It isn’t long before I wake up again. I’ve never been much of a napper, so I go back to where I left off in the book. I read the same paragraph four times before deciding it isn’t working. I can hear them again. I am so tired of hearing them. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping for the best, but like so many times before, I am disappointed, surrounded by screams and slices, wide-eyed faces staring through me, the soft thump of a body-less head hitting the ground.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Finnick is holding my hands and saying something.

I blink, slowly, making myself focus, willing myself to snap out of it. It works a little.

“Annie.”

“Hi,” I say.

He doesn’t say anything back, just looks at me. I can’t read him.

“I told Beck we’d be there for supper.” The words are sluggish. They almost sound like a question, but I can’t drag myself back to reality quite enough to behave like a normal human.

“Okay. Are you sure…?”

I nod. “I have to keep doing normal things. I have to keep moving forward. Otherwise… otherwise I’ll drown, and I refuse to drown.”

He gives me the tiniest of smiles. “Are you wearing that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just wondering if we were changing before supper, or if you wanted to go now and see if Beck made any appetizers.”

“Ooh, he does make good crab cakes. And I’m comfortable enough with you all to show up in this.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Supper and games with friends always helps. At least, it helps while it’s happening, but the boisterous laughter only serves as a stark contrast to the silence that comes when we call it a night and I go home and go to bed. Faces swim in front of me. Sounds that aren’t there echo down the hall. I get up. I can’t live like this.

Finnick rolls over when I open the door. Relief floods his face. “I would kill to sleep through the night again.”

I crawl into bed. “No need for that. Just tell me a story.” I curl up against him and close my eyes. I don’t even hear him start to talk.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

We snuck up on each other, all right. But now that we’re here, I don’t know what to do. Part of me still feels guilty, but I can’t dwell on that. I can’t drown in that pit again. Part of me is happy. This is great. I have the undivided attention of a man who is, in fairness, flighty and shallow, but who I know cares very deeply about the people he loves. And part of me is terrified. I have never forgotten President Snow’s threat about all the people in Four who must care about me. And I’d have to be stupid to think he doesn’t have a similar threat hanging over Finnick. The Capitol killed his parents, after all, which must make the list of people left to threaten him with substantially shorter. I’ve got a whole list—Dad, Coral and Jade, Mako’s parents, my fishing crew, Beck, Mags, Finnick—but who is on Finnick’s list? Mags, probably Beck as well, and now me. Because there’s no way these nice houses aren’t bugged. We aren’t even doing anything, but even if all the Capitol has to go off of is the sheer amount of time we spend together, I’m on the list of people whose deaths will be quietly arranged to keep Finnick Odair in line.

Logically, I care, but most of the time, the thought is far from my mind because, at least superficially, on sunny afternoons, I am happy. We lobster dive with Mags and Beck. We read, we lay on the beach, we weave, we tie knots, Finnick bakes and I draw. At night, he talks until I fall asleep, and in the morning, I hold him until he wakes up.

And I think I am getting better, until the phone rings one day and it is Casca saying he and Marius will be visiting next week in preparation for this year’s Hunger Games. Marius needs to make sure we all have clothes we can wear in the Capitol for our perfunctory appearances, or if we have the “honor” of being mentors, and Casca probably just wants to say hi to Mags in person. I was not prepared for this. Somehow, I had forgotten that you never finish the Hunger Games, you just start playing by different rules. I don’t know how long I can play. The idea of going back to the Capitol, of being in the place that caused me so much pain… I can’t help but think about how much worse I will get while there. But saying no isn’t an option.

So Marius comes, digs around in my closet, organizes outfits, leaves several new dresses, and says he’ll tell the Preps hello. I thank him, then sit on the floor of the closet. How am I supposed to go back?

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

The reaping creeps closer. I have been informed that I will not be a mentor this year because of my “unreliable mental health.” Which seems like a fair assessment. Finnick is quite sure that he will, once again, be a mentor. I don’t argue.

When the day arrives, Casca comes from the Capitol bearing gifts: a new shirt for Finnick (oh the irony), a shawl for Mags, a dress for me. The Capitol certainly keeps us looking better than everyone else in the district.

I have to sit on the stage with the other victors. It’s weird, being up here, looking at everyone else, when, for a significant chunk of my life, I was down there looking up, hoping it wasn’t my name. Now it’s already been my name, and I am sitting here waiting to see who will try to follow in my footsteps. Except I drift right before they call the names, and it’s a good thing Finnick and I said our goodbyes this morning, because the next thing I remember is Beck helping me sit down at my kitchen table and pouring me a glass of lemonade.

“I know you don’t remember a thing, but you were marvelous.”

I stare at him. “How…?”

He shrugs. “You kinda slumped a little bit and stared out over everyone, and when we all stood to leave the stage, you followed along, but you weren’t there. We could see it in your eyes. So I brought you home.”

“Thanks.”

Beck nods. “You’re welcome. Our train leaves tomorrow morning.”

When I don’t respond, he clarifies. “All the victors have to go to the Capitol for the Games. No exceptions.”

“Oh.”

“We tried to get you out of it, but… well, it didn’t work. But I have appointed myself your caretaker, and none of the victors whose opinions mean anything will hold it against you if you can’t handle it. Every single one of us came out… different. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

I have a full-blown meltdown on the train. At least, that’s what Beck tells me later, when I wake up in the Victor Center, where the non-mentor victors live.

“It was one of the few times in my life I’ve actually been glad to have Manta around. You were on the fight,” he smiles, drumming his fingers on the table. Keep this up and they might let you stay home.

I don’t have the energy to respond. I just want to go home and never set foot in the Capitol again.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

We go to the Parade of Tributes that evening, then a banquet afterwards for all the victors. It is a loud affair, with lots of laughing, but I can see through the guise. Everyone, or at least almost everyone, feels the way I do. We are all tired and disgusted and on our best behavior to protect those we love.

I remember something Finnick said the day before the reaping. We were eating breakfast and, without preamble, he said, “Before I leave… Don’t judge me too harshly. They killed my parents, and I’m not going to let that happen to anyone else I care about.”

I wonder how many of these people have had family members killed, how many pushed back one too many times, how many said no the first time the Capitol sold them to the highest bidder. How many have blood on their hands that isn’t from inside the arena? Most importantly, how long will it be until I do as well? How long will the Capitol give me to get over what they’re still calling victor’s remorse?

Beck and I stay until a handful of other victors have left, then make our exit.

“You never want to be the first one to leave at your age. When you get to be old like me, it’s more excusable, but they expect you younger ones to enjoy the parties.”

“I’m not sure how to do that.”

“Believe it or not, it gets easier. You make friends. And it’s better to be there than…” he trails off. There is a strange look in his eyes. It occurs to me that I don’t know Beck that well, just that he won the Twenty-Second Hunger Games, Finnick and Mags both like him, and he’s always been nothing but good to me. He has no family that I know of, which makes me wonder how many times he said no.

“You know they have to, right?” Beck says. “I just… don’t want it changing how you look at Finnick. He needs you as much as you need him.”

I nod. Knowing about it doesn’t make me feel any better.

“You only narrowly avoided it yourself.”

Good for me. But in the back of my mind I’m wondering… how many times would I have said no?

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

The days pass in a haze of Capitol citizens wanting to meet me, take pictures with me, tell me how much they loved my interview shoes or victory dress. Our building is apparently a money-making tool for the Capitol. Something like “Your victors are right in here, and you can meet them, but you have to pay to open the door.” Most of them I don’t care about, but on the fourth day of this miserable, zoo-like existence, I am sitting with Beck and Beau from District Ten, who won the first Quarter Quell. I am starting to see what Beck means about making friends. The victors who don’t have adoring fans with them are sitting in little groups, generally of similarly-aged people, chatting and eating. It’s a surprisingly friendly environment. I am looking for the people closest to my age, trying to decide if I should go make friends, when I hear a shout across the atrium.

“Annie!”

I don’t immediately recognize the voice, but the following call of “Cassia, slow down!” clues me in. I look toward the shouts and see Megary Fallon practically leaping out of the way of a small child who looks to be the very definition of an unstoppable force. I can’t help but smile as Cassia dodges around a man from Seven who Beck introduced me to and whose name I’ve forgotten, who is talking to a pair of older victors from Two. And then she reaches me.

Cassia wears the biggest smile I’ve ever seen and a beautiful recreation of the dress I wore for my Victory Banquet. She hugs me without hesitation.

Beau chuckles and he and Beck move a few seating areas over as Titus Vickers catches up to Cassia.

“Sweetheart, you can’t just run off like that.”

“But we’re not on the street! We’re inside, and I know Annie, and Megary, and Augustus, and-”

“Cassia, we’ll have this talk later.”

She has the good sense to hang her head a little before returning her attention to me. “I’m sorry you were sick. I wanted to see you on your tour.”

I’m not sorry I was sick. I almost wish I was still sick, but I’m not about to tell her that. “Oh me too! I was looking forward to eating more carrot cake with you. But I had some very good doctors and I’m better now.” Lies. Well, not about the carrot cake. I could go for some of that.

“I’m glad,” Cassia says. “And I’m glad I get to see you today.”

“I’m glad I get to see you too. And I love your dress!”

Cassia beams. “Thanks. It was my birthday present, and I wanted to wear it today to show you. Do you have a new dress for the party this year?”

I nod. “It’s the same color as the old one though.”

“That’s okay, you look very pretty in that color. And this way we’ll still match!” She is bouncing up and down, barely containing her excitement.

“So you’ll be at the party to eat carrot cake with me?”

“Of course! Won’t we Dad?”

Titus nods. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world. Though I’m not feeling good about my odds for picking the winner this year. I’ve done four in a row and my luck’s got to run out eventually.”

“Well you can’t win them all.” I want to tell him how shallow and uncaring this is. He gambles with lives, but never his own. I doubt I could even explain it to him though. There is too much of a divide between the Capitol and the districts, too much about being a tribute and a victor that I could never explain because it has to be experienced. Titus Vickers and the rest of the sponsors and gamblers are the only people who ever actually win the Hunger Games. It must be nice to not have to face any consequences, to sleep through the night without thinking of the lives you’ve taken.

“Any guesses? I don’t suppose you know Four’s tributes this year?”

I shake my head. “Sorry. I used to live on the same street as the girl, but we didn’t really know each other. Her parents are both fishmongers, so she’s probably pretty handy with a knife. I couldn’t really tell you though.”

We chat about fish markets for a while; apparently Titus is investing in the shrimp trade and wants the inside details, which I am happy to give. This is something I can talk about all day, confidently, fearlessly. But all too soon, Titus says he must get Cassia home for her piano lessons. He shakes my hand, thanks me for the advice. Cassia gives me another hug and makes me promise to save room to eat carrot cake with her at the Victory Banquet.

They are barely out the door when I find myself with more company.

“So Cassia likes you too?” Megary Fallon drops onto the couch opposite me. “She sent me my little toy to knock down the ruins. I owe her so much.”

Next to me, Augustus Braun sits with a smile. “I don’t think she had any part in getting Titus to sponsor me, but it’s so nice to see a real fan every year.”

Megary laughs. “A much-needed break from all the people trying to sleep with you, I’m sure. What was it last year, ten? A dozen?”

“An even thirteen.”

I am staring, first at one, then the other, as they go back and forth. Did they mean to sit here?

Augustus answers the question for me. “So Annie, I hear you’re drawing now. And I regret to inform you that it’s only a matter of time before people are begging you for nude portraits.”

I stare at him.

“Though, you’ve got Finnick. I imagine he’s already asked. Wait!” Megary’s eyes light up. “You haven’t already drawn him, have you?”

That snaps me into action. “What? No! No, I’m terrible at people. I just do animals.”

“What is man but a featherless chicken?” Augustus says, staring philosophically into the distance.

Megary rolls her eyes. “I think you mean hairless monkey, but okay, oh cavalier one.”

“Where is your mentor? I need to have words with her about your attitude.”

“Probably trying to train the poor kids we got this year. Not a chance, either of them. How about yours?”

“Oh, you know Gloss, always the heartbreaker. I’m sure he’s on a date.”

“I meant your tributes, not your mentor. It’s a good thing you’re pretty—you don’t have much else going for you.”

“Rest assured, the next time I see Raela, I am telling her how rude you have been today.” Augustus looks back at me with a friendly smile. “But enough about us, tell us about yourself.”

My confusion must show, because Megary speaks before I have the chance. “When you’re a new victor, everyone else already has friends. So this idiot and I keep each other company and we’re willing to adopt you.”

“Oh.”

“Unless you don’t want us, which is understandable, given my delightful colleague’s aggression,” Augustus says cheerfully.

“No, I… I could use some friends. Unfortunately, I had to leave mine at home.”

They both grow sober and Megary says, “I wouldn’t complain about that. It’s nice to have normal friends. People who haven’t killed other people. As much as I like my victor friends, I like my regular friends at home too.”

Augustus nods. “They keep me going.”

“Isn’t it hard to talk to them?” I ask. I hope it isn’t just me with this problem.

“Very,” Augustus says. “Almost impossible sometimes. But… I can’t have a normal life. I’m a victor, and the Capitol loves me. My friends, on the other hand, can. They can get married, have kids, have a normal job, walk down the street without people staring. It’s nice to know that that still exists, even if I can’t have it.”

I feel like a weight has been lifted from my chest. “I thought it was just me.”

Megary laughs. “Which part?”

“All of it. Not that Four really goes crazy about seeing our victors in the fish market or anything-”

Augustus chuckles. “Odair he is.”

Megary giggles in response.

“-but people still look at me differently. And I remember enough other Games to know if I have kids they’re going to get reaped. And getting married just feels like asking for trouble…”

They nod.

Megary says quietly, “Even if I wasn’t worried about my hypothetical kids, I wouldn’t get married. They’re holding enough over me already, I don’t need a husband in the mix. And I can’t imagine what it would be like for my husband while I’m doing a stint in the Capitol and…” she trails off.

Augustus nods. “They told me I can’t get married until they decide I’m old enough.”

“What does that even mean?” Megary raises an eyebrow.

“The same way Gloss can’t get married until they give him permission. It would ruin his reputation, and even in the Capitol there are a few people with qualms about sleeping with a married man.”

“Have you had this talk with him?”

“Yeah,” Augustus nods. “It was the first talk we had when we got back home after I won. He sat me down and told me what to expect, and he may not be a genius, but he’s been right so far.”

My silence must be starting to be suspicious, because Megary turns to me. “Did you get this talk? Was I the only one who didn’t?”

I shake my head. “I did not.”

“So Finnick, who knows the system better than anyone, didn’t think to warn you about what you’d get to do for the next five or ten years? I know he’s a little… Guess I’m not sure what the word is, but I didn’t think he-” Megary stops. “Why are you here?”

“Because I won last year?”

“Yeah, I know, but you’re here, not in the Tribute Center. You’re not a mentor. And everyone gets to be a mentor their first year.”

I don’t answer right away. Augustus is looking at me, puzzling it out, but he doesn’t reach a conclusion quickly enough for Megary.

“Who’s Finnick sleeping with to keep you tucked out of the way?”

I blink. That was… abrupt.

Before I can respond though, Augustus comes to the rescue. “Whoever Finnick is sleeping with, it’s a him problem. You weren’t sick, were you? Whatever happened in your interview, it’s still happening.”

I nod.

“Even they draw the line somewhere. ‘Mentally unstable’ is your ‘get out of prostitution’ pass. And they can’t have you being a mentor because it could go very, very badly.” Augustus is looking closely at me. “You’ve got a pass.”

Half a smile crosses Megary’s face. “I wish I’d thought of going crazy.”

“You think I enjoy living like this?” I hiss. “I can’t sleep at night, and if it’s too quiet I have flashbacks to the arena to the point where I’m dead to the world, sometimes for hours, and-”

“I know,” Megary says. “I’m not saying I envy your mental state, I just wouldn’t mind having a good excuse to not get sold and passed around every year until they decide I’m too old and ugly.”

“Oh don’t worry about it, you’ll never be too ugly for me,” Augustus winks at her.

She snorts. “Don’t say that too loud or they’ll add you to my list.”

“And threaten you with what? The Capitol’s not gonna kill me. I’m too pretty for that.”

“They won’t, but I might.” Augustus and I both jump at the voice behind us.

Megary laughs. “How was your day?”

I don’t know what emotion I feel when Gloss sits down next to me, but it isn’t entirely good.

“Fine, fine. Got a sponsor, if nothing else.” He begins inspecting his fingernails.

“Is that allowed?” Augustus seems genuinely curious. At first I’m disgusted by his cavalier attitude, but then I realize that if he has to sleep with these people anyway, he might as well get something out of it.

“It’s not not allowed.”

“Never took you for a loop-holer,” Augustus says. “You, on the other hand,” he turns to Megary.

She is smiling a wily grin already. “My dear Augustus, how do you think I got that medicine?”

“It seems like cheating. No, not like cheating, like betting on your own tribute.”

“I’m not a mentor this year,” Gloss digs out whatever was underneath his fingernail and flicks it away, “So it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll just present it as her idea, and we’ll all move on none the wiser.”

Augustus raises an eyebrow. “Awfully confident of you.”

“You that good?” Megary gives Gloss a once over.

Gloss rolls his eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“You’ve never offered.”

“Took a bit of a confidence blow last year.” Gloss leans back, stretches, and puts an arm over the back of the couch and around my shoulders. “Turns out there are some who can resist my charm.”

I give him a sideways glance, eyebrows raised.

He winks back. “Offer stands.”

“I can’t believe you’re still hung up on me. What if I’ve moved on?”

“There is a recorded interview in which you said that I am, and I quote, ‘the most beautiful man alive.’”

“Actually if you play the interview back you will find that I did not say that—it was Mako.” It takes a great deal of concentration not to get hung up on this. “But he may have been quoting me…”

Megary laughs. “I think I need to find me a victor to marry. I like the banter. And really, what are they gonna do? Kill him?”

“Don’t ask. There’s always something. Besides,” Augustus looks pointedly around the atrium, “your options are me, a bunch of old men, and some drunks.”

“Finnick Odair.”

Gloss is wheezing with laughter. “Good luck with that! He’s not one to settle down any time ever, and if he did, she’d have to be something else. Or maybe Mags’s granddaughter who he promised Mags on her deathbed he would take care of.”

I snort. “If Mags had grandkids, I could see that happening.”

“He’d probably take her name too. Finnick Flanagan,” Gloss laughs again. “Now that’s all I want out of life. Everything else that happens will always be a disappointment.”

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skeleboiii84 · 2 years

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Sweeter than you look🍯

(Hero stretch X villain reader prt. 3 The.. Date..?)

You growled at the sight on your phone... It was Saturday.. Time went quicker than you wanted it to. You couldn't believe you were about to do this, it would be your first date in 5 years. five years ago you were dating a guy called Jake, he was your partner in crime your other half your best friend.. And.. Your lover. Well that was until he was shot dead by those stupid guards.

Whatever it's not like you cared all that much it was five years ago. Anyway you put on a pair of black jeans with a chain belt and a tight black v-neck crop top with noodle strings keeping it up. As well as your trusty trech coat that went down to about calf level.

You started walking to the coffee shop when you felt like you were being watched.? You shrugged it off as I'm probably just paranoid. But as you kept walking the feeling grew. You choose to ignore it until you got to the coffee shop you saw stretch inside on his phone and as soon as you put your hand on the handle.. "GOTCHA! ", Some guy was putting a cloth with stuff on it against your mouth while another held your arms behind your back.

"MNMMPH!!", You tried to scream, kick, push anything you felt yourself get tired weaker when all of a sudden you heard- " HEY! ", the two men scurried off without a moments hesitation. You looked up at who it was to see stretch but he looked different one eye was blazing with an orange light and the other completely normal.

"You alright Y/N? ", stretch asked worried. You looked at him for a second as the light in his eye disappeared. " yeah I'm ok", you said with a slight snarl. He sighed softly with relief "that's good I'm glad" he said with his usual goofy ass smile. But this time you kinda just let out a sigh and a small smirk.

"Was that a smile~" he teased pointing at your face. "Get your finger outta my face before I bite it off" you growled. "Haha! Alright alright, hey let's head inside".

You rolled your eyes as he opened the door for you. Hours had past and it was getting dark. You were both laughing at Reddit memes of this dumb clown called Andrew Tate (yes, yes I went there fight me) on stretches phone. "Hahahaha! What a stupid cunt!", you laughed " haha! Yeah check this one out!!", stretch snickered as he gave you his phone.

But your laughter was interrupted as a spider monster approached "alright you two it's closing time so either go home or get out" she smiled. "Yeah no problem muff" stretch said still giggling a little.

"Hey we could take this back to my place? If you want", stretch asked, you looked at him and let out a sigh "sure why not", you said. With that you teleported to his house.

"Soooo", he started, " if you're gonna get me to watch jaws with you, in your wet dreams shark boy", you said sarcastically. He chuckled "nah, I wanna watch something you want to watch", he said with a smile. " hmmmm" you thought for a moment before you picked one! "how about IT? " he looked at you with a glint in his eye socket.

"Sure thing just don't fall asleep on me", he winked over his shoulder causing you to roll your eyes once again.

It had been a few hours and you must've fell asleep because you were at you house. You were so confused was it all a dream? No it couldn't be it felt so real. You opened your phone to find a new message.

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Stretch

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Heya sleeping beauty you'll probably be awake when you see this but you fell asleep back at mine so I teleported ya back to your place instead of waking you up, I had a great night with ya. 12:50

Goodnight Y/N get a good rest x❤ 12:54

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Wait- did he? No he didn't- did he?? Send you a heart?? You had to pinch yourself once or twice to make sure you weren't dreaming. You felt your cheeks heat up a little bit only a little bit, you smiled and decided to reply to him.

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Stretch

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Heh thanks dumbass but call

Me sleeping beauty again and I'll

Kill you x 9:08

We should do it again sometime shark lover❤ x 9:08

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You smiled slightly maybe this could be something worth your time? You put your phone down to get ready for a casual day. But you were wrong..

Chtp.4

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princesswithabraidedcrown · 2 years

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I have watched episode 13. Finally. After pausing in the middle for like a week and a half or more. So…I don’t really remember the first half too well.

Still love Vegas. Pete needs an actual vacation. Porsche…had the glimmerings of his heart being in the right place right up until he needed something from Vegas and then…kablooey. At least he punched Vegas in the mouth before he left Pete for the shark.

Vegas is still the compelling character out of VegasPete for me…but who knows, that may change in 14. But I’m pretty sure Porsche is gonna kick himself for telling Vegas where Chay is when [redacted] happens. Thank goodness, Kim is a poorly socialized mafia prince death machine wearing the meatsuit of a regular famous human that’s imprinted on Chay because otherwise…that’d be bad.

Tankhun my beloved, you have the braincell most of the time. Usually only directed towards people you like, but you do indeed have the braincell. Mildly impressed that he was planning to rush into the great unknown after his pals/pseudo little brothers without even a lick of a plan. Very fair, high emotions turn my braincells off too. The funeral for Pete was nice…although the singing was…merely spirited. I wonder if Tong himself can carry a tune? Granted, his performances for the wt seemed to be more flash than singing…so maybe not? Anyway…hurt Tankhun’s loved ones and feel his wrath.

The pool scene. The scene that gifs don’t do enough justice. I think I had watched a brief clip of the beginning before this, so I’d been aware that at least Apo,and probably Mile, was starkers so I applaud the blocking and editing to not have a full-frontal moment. Kinda impressed actually. I liked the little bit where the camera is behind them, before they head to the far side of the pool when Kinn has his hands around Porsche’s ribs and is thumbing his nipples. Excellent character moment there. I’m ace as all get out so I have no idea if the whole thing was titillating or anything, but I didn’t hunker down in my collar while watching it *cough cough* bathroom scene, so…at least it wasn’t embarrassing for me to watch?

The ending of the episode was entertaining because I’d forgotten/never read that Porsche held Korn at gunpoint, so that was fun. I’m trying to stop myself from noodling on a timeline of if Chan did shoot Arthee…how did Porsche get to Korn so fast if Chan was just now calling about the wrapup…but I guess I’ll see if that question is answered in the next episode.

One final comment about the MileApo reaction video. I love how Mile was basically non-verbally screaming awkwardness and self-consciousness and if he could have covered his eyes, he would have and Apo was doing that probably ADHD thing of chatterboxing through the uncomfortable. I had that instinct suppressed by a nursing instructor, but it still comes out every now and again. I definitely only notice after people’s faces have changed…but anyway, Apo was gonna get through this come hell or high water and he did. Also…Apo looked very lovely in this reaction video. Anyway…onto what the show tells me is the longest episode.

#the blogger watches #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #kinnporsche episode 13 #vegaspete #the comment mile had about people in the building over using a telescope #indeed

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saiakv · 29 days

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WEARY : for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. (either or would be great )

LIST OF SCENARIOS : accepting

There was something especially rude about falling asleep during a movie you had picked. Not that Suguru would complain — for one thing, he loved Steven Spielberg. In his opinion his films should be enjoyed in the theater rather than Satoru's panting laptop, but given they were technically still on call ( albeit having already excorcised the cursed temple for which they travelled all the way to Nara for ) it wouldn't be responsible to leave the lodge.

So they had contained themselves to cup ramen and the CD's whirring while a summoned pillar-like spirit held up the screen at proper height. And a good thirty minutes in, Suguru had felt a soft weight on his shoulder. Blowing a few tufts of white out of his mouth, he would have flicked him for using him like a pillow — but there was something about Satoru's unusually peaceful expression and the way his breath had deepened that held back his hand. He must have been exhausted from the workload. Often times, Suguru forgot that their techniques were fundamentally different but both came at a price. What one ingested, the other had to keep at bay. Always.

Upon that thought, he had decided he didn't mind being a pillow for a bit.

About an hour later, the movie had left him sunk back in the couch with a hollow expression and a lukewarm gaze tracking the laptop's screen. At some point Satoru's head had rolled to the side, nose burrowing under dark hair and Suguru moved to tuck him gently in his lap, without much thought. Sock-clad feet reached across to the coffee table, resting beside an empty sachet of candy and the noodle cups — he'd tossed his uniform jacket over the other's curled up legs for some added warmth. His fingers had been absent-mindedly grazing through pale hair — he hadn't registered the motion until that first heave came from his friend, prompting him to withdraw his touch before Satoru fully wakes to the crescendo of Robert Shaw screaming under the jaws of a shark.

❝ Welcome back to the living world, sleepyhead. ❞ Suguru mumbles, shifting in tandem to stretch — like serving as a body pillow had been so taxing on his bones. ❝ Don't worry — the protagonist's still alive. ❞ He didn't sound too thrilled about it. The summer blockbuster hype was one thing; but really, for a Spielberg film? It had hardly impressed Suguru. He thought, maybe the subject matter was leaving him indifferent, personally — if you wanted to avoid being eaten by a shark... well, you could always not go into the open water, right? He pressed a palm over his lips to disguise a yawn.

❝ Nice snoring, by the way. Made it feel super realistic; like the shark was right next to me. ❞

#( pretends that we are not discussing something extremely painful in dms )#( HAHA dont think of the pain look at the cute babies :D )#꧕ 🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌ 🇧‌🇱‌🇺‌🇪‌ 🇸‌🇵‌🇷‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌ ꒰ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ 003 ꒱#limitlesscion #ANSWERED.

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 7 months

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Actual quotes from songs I’ve written (or parodied) out of context

[sudden, extreme shift in tone and pitch] “Sorry for coughing so much today guys, ahahaha, yeah.“

“You’re not going to heaven, filthy, smelly old woman!”

“I hate music; it makes me want to vomit.”

“I’m a girl; but I’m a better father than you ever were.” [bluegrass music break]

”Dawn is breaking, just like your bones will.”

[agonized screaming, but in three-part harmony] (parody)

“I’d like noodles too; please pass me the spoon sideways.”

“Blood to blood. Come little dogboy; love me now — give me life I don’t deserve.” (Unfortunately, the song it’s from is the polar opposite of sexy and is not about anyone’s werewolf boyfriend.)

“I raised the axe, and then I broke her skull. Nobody knew I was there.” (Guess what song this is a parody of fffhfjfbdjjfn)

[translated from Loof, to the tune of “Baby Shark”] “My own face is made of rub-ber-ber. My own face is made of rub-ber-ber. My own face is made of rub-ber-ber. My own face!”

[translated from Loof, to the tune of “What will you bring, Jehovah’s kingdom”] “What the fuck, Jehovah’s Witnesses!? I am screaming in great pain [literally: screaming as if I’m being electrocuted].”

“New and unnew we plusgoodspeak Big Brother.”

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kagejima · 1 year

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IM NOT DEAD

YOU CANT GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY LMAO

It has been a WHILE since I was on Tumblr wowowow

Anyway, I'm eating nothing but cup noodles, pickles and the occasional London fog latte to sustain me. It's... rough. BUT ITS OKAY BECAUSE I HAVE MY WEIGHTED STUFFED SHARK NAMED KIRISHIMA WITH ME.

I haven't slept much, can you tell?

Also, you want this

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRTAeoLw/

OKAY ILY BYE

🍠

Oh baby, make sure to eat something more nutritious than that sometimes :(((

ALSO SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP OVER NANAMI AND GOJO, 16 YEAR OLD ME WOULD'VE WRITTEN IN MY DIARY ABOUT THEM EVERY DAY. I WOULD'VE WORN EVERY ONE OF MY BAND TEES ON DRESS DOWN FRIDAYS AND HOPED THEY'D TALK TO ME FHDASJKFSD

#you can take the girl out of her emo phase but you can't take the emo phase out of the girl #🎤: 🍠 anon is recording vocals #🎧: rae's artists

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ambrial-blog · 1 year

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Stolas

Deja-Vu: thought Stolas. never once thinking he’d be in Stella’s place. having the same conversation. Nothing had been the same ever since that horrid night out. there was a gigantic rift in their relationship. “I can’t believe you fucked that friendless horse fuck!” Stolas Screeches. “What were you thinking Blitzy! was I not good enough for you! and who are you going to fuck next! “This-This- Cowboy perhaps!” “Leave it alone Stolas” “I will not leave it alone! “Sugar-cube!” Striker says shock and surprise in his voice. “It was only a one time thing, and that jerk wasn’t even good enough, it was like fucking a limp noodle” Blitzo shot back. “And I might! all you see me is as your impish little plaything. A thing Stolas! not a person” Blitzo spat. “Sure, why the fuck not!” “I’ll see myself out now Stolas” “We are not done! Blitzy! we are far from done little one” Striker eyes darkened at the tone of Stolas’s voice: the damn bird just picked him up. but the defeated look in Blitzo eyes didn’t settle well with the Cowboy. “Darlin you okay” Striker asks. running to catch up to the Boss imp. Blitzo whirled on him. “Do I look okay Striker!, I haven’t been okay in a long time! “I just want it all to go away!, I want to be left alone!” Blitzo snarls. “You don’t mean that darlin” “You didn’t have to fuck him Blitzo grumbles moodily. “What ya need sugar-cube, is some country loving wrath Style. picture this, a nice open range. you pressed against me, as we scorch a trail through the desert oasis. Fresh air, good company. “I’m listening, Blitzo grumbled. his ears tinged pink with a faint blush. “There ya are, partner, there is that infectious smile I know and love” “Now wipe away those tears, its only a matter of time before I gut that bird and make you mine” “Yours-” “I promise ya, I’ll be more livelier then that limp noodle you had in the Greed Ring near the water swells” “I don’t believe this!, I’m being ignored in my own house- and by an imp no less, are you even listening to me Blitzy!, Blitzy!, Blitz! “I’ve had enough Stolas! Blitzo screams. I’m on the rebound, so my sex life isn’t any of your concern! “But a Shark Demon!, next you’ll be saying you want to be plowed by a Cowboy, what is going through that itty bitty head of yours Blitzy! What going through yours! Blitzo snapped back around a large lump. Unshed tears brimmed his eyes. “Your telling me, your willing to sacrifice everything you have, power privilage a fucking family, a daughter who looks up to you, who needs you Stolas- not me” “Think about her, for once is your life, think about someone else!” “I’m nothing, I’m just expandable” “So don’t go throwing you life away for someone who doesn’t amount worth shit! At least Octavia loves you, unlike my daughter! I’m tired!- “Tired of it all” “I’m out of here!” “Come back were not through” “Oh, yes we are, and the only reason why I don’t let this fucking assassin place a bullet through your brain is because, Octavia still needs you” Striker’s ears burns as listens. Blitzo brushes past Stolas his heart constricting in pain.

#Hellvua Boss #Fanfiction #Stolas/Blitzo #Striker/Blitzo #Chaz/Blitzo #hurt/comfort.#fight.

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noodlenoodlenoodlenoodle · 3 years

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i’m sad to say there will be no more sharkposting in terms of the 60 sharks that i wanted to do mini essays on. however!! if someone submits a type of shark they like!! i will do a mini essay on that shark!!

#noodle speaks #noodle screaming about sharks

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Ayo I hurt myself worse than I thought, idk how I managed but I haven an entire path of bruises going down my leg, how I did so even I don’t know - noodle

Yandere Forgotten gods AU, please and thank you.

Ingo and Emmet the twin gods of old, shrine in what is now wooded, shrine covered in ivy and moss, long forgotten to time, while they still had power more so than a mortal, they were weak, loneliness crept up to them like a shark hunting it’s prey, they are gods, they never thought they would miss their worshippers so much.

The other gods of their pantheon didn’t favor well either, and it wasn’t like they were friends, most troubles solely cause they didn’t like each other, but the goddess of thunder Elesa was always a good friend, but the twins felt something missing.

Until you arrived they didn’t know what, you showed up at that decent sized shrine out of the blue, seemingly just walking through the woods, fascinated by the structure, they twins were ecstatic to see a mortal after so long, but you looked around before leaving, heart broken Emmet wept loudly the rest of the night.

You returned the following day with bags and you just started cleaning up, a knife, a broom, and some cleaner does a good job at cleaning but the damages still need to be fixed.

You turned on a device they hadn’t seen before and it blared…music? They watched in awe as you sung along and danced a bit as you cleaned up their shrine.

You kept returning for weeks, like you had your heart set on fixing it up, the gods happy to see you return each and every day, in fact they welcome it, though they are unsure how to approach you or if they even should, would you leave after you’re done? Or would you stay, they made a deal that if you stayed after you fixed everything up they would show themselves to you.

You were almost done, you had patched holes, fixed doors, cleaned brass, replacing and put support where it was needed when you were followed, you didn’t know was the cause of this, you guess someone saw you walk into the woods off to the shrine that you loved, you broke into a sprint to try and get away, you know that shrine like the back of your hand, and it was big enough and had enough hiding places, so that’s what you did, you ran in and quickly hid as your stalker approached.

The twins are enraged, their sweet goddess in a mortals body being attacked? Unacceptable!

With flash they were there, one with the desire for battle in white to show his victory, the other in black to show his deathly calm, Emmet wasted no time attacking like a bloodthirsty beast while Ingo in all his godly glory went to find you, you’re still panicked, that’s understandable, but his unearthly glowing eyes and old but fancy attire told you what he was saying was true, even if you didn’t just see them suddenly appear.

“Ah! Our sweet goddess! Are you hurt?”

You almost screamed at his appearance, the one in white had his arms covered in blood as well as blood splatter cross his face, ancient armor dirtied by it, but his mystical weapon rested at his side.

“Emmet do not touch them while you are this filthy, not even that disgusting blood should taint such grace.”

Emmet pouts but reluctantly agrees, “still are you hurt?”

“N-no I’m fine, thank you both so much.” It’s better for you to not even think about the probably dead man in the entrance of the shrine.

“Good good! I couldn’t imagine if something happen to you, we’d be verrrry upset, our sweet love! I cannot wait to shower you with the adoration fit for you!”

…..what? “Come now, me and Emmet will clean up the mess later, for now let us worship you like you have us.”

Anyone else get that Noragami feel?

No? Just me?

#ro.chatting #ingo.thirst #emmet.thirst

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starsfic · 2 years

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10 Different Happenings: Sun Wukong

In different worlds, there are different what-ifs. Here’s ten what-ifs for the Monkey King.

(1 is @winterpower98's Cursed AU with her OCs Zan and Mami. 2. Is the Wukong turning to stone idea that I know at least Winter, @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off, and @urlocalllama have played with. 3 is the Delirious Wukong idea of @smallpwbbles. 4 is from @sketching-shark's Primate in Human Clothing AU. 6 is @animemoonprincess's Rock Garden AU. 7 is @purble-turble's Good Noodles Bad Peach AU.)

-_-

“Here you go Zan,” Wukong cooed as he spread out the towel. He had spent all of last night looking for these- the best of each fruit that grew on Flower Fruit Mountain. Mami had told him that the small pink monkey was ready for solid foods and he was going to make sure it was memorable. “Hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sure she will, my dear,” Mami said, sitting next to him. They watched as Zan sniffed at the fruits, considering. “You found the best, after all.”

He did! He was a good food provider! Wukong puffed up his chest in pride. Then a “Neeh.” broke through his thoughts and he looked down.

Zan had taken a bite of a beautiful, perfect peach. Except she leaned away from it, a look of disgust painting her features. From the peach. A perfect, lovely-

"She doesn't like peaches," Wukong realized. Zan dropped the peach, grabbing the strawberry. A look of delight lit up her features as she bit into it. "What did I do wrong?!"

Mami chuckled as he sobbed, Zan paying no attention to her caretaker's dramatic wails.

He was dying.

Sun Wukong knew this.

Stone crackled up his legs. He didn't try to fight it. This was what he had wanted, after all. To die.

Qi Xiaotian was long gone, furious and angry at him. He hated leaving things like this. The kid deserved better. The stone grew, reaching his chest.

But it seemed like Wukong had no choice.

The stone grew.

But, in the end… the kid was safe. He had people he could count on as he worked through his powers. Lady Bone Demon was on the ropes, her stolen power and the vessel she had grown dependent on out of her reach. Everything was going to be fine.

The stone grew.

Wukong closed his eyes.

The stone grew.

Warm hands cupped his face and he couldn't help a smile with what little flesh he had left.

"Hey, Master."

"Hello, Wukong."

(He didn't hear Xiaotian's scream of horror when he found him.)

His thoughts were blurry.

Wukong blinked, his eyelids feeling as heavy as stone. The ringing in his ears died down, allowing a voice to break through. “-King! Monkey King, are you okay!”

Oh, Xiaotian was here! Yay! He liked Xiaotian.

Oh, and there were two of him! That was nice.

He told all this to his successor, not noticing the further panic on his student’s face.

Sun Wukong couldn’t help but glance over after an hour.

Qi Xiaotian’s freakout was still fresh on his mind, even with the good food and good company he had been with. He was still new to this. This thing. Teaching. Teaching, which was proving itself to be even more nerve-wracking than rebuilding relationships with people he had beaten up in the past. And maybe he had screwed up in some way but hopefully, it could be fixed. The fresh memory of Xiaotian requesting a face mark, a face mark like his, gave him hope.

A glint of yellow caught his eye and led it to where his student was. He sat on the balcony next to Long Xiaojiao and Red Son, the latter two loudly talking about something (or maybe arguing he still couldn’t tell the difference with those two’s friendship) while his student ate a peach. A small, comfortable smile decorated his face.

Wukong couldn’t help his own smile, relaxing as he turned back to Demon Bull King and Macaque King, both making some bet.

Wukong didn’t get there in time.

When he arrived, all he found was the smoking remains of some kind of ship. And bodies.

And Qi Xiaotian, his face frozen forever in a look of pure hopelessness.

The last time Wukong had formed a flower crown, it was on a sunny afternoon and Tang Sazang gently worked his fingers through his fur. The aging monk hadn’t even stopped when the orchids bloomed to life. Instead, he had laughed, saying “It is true, you are one of the most beautiful flowers in the garden.”

And then he passed away not even a week later.

His brothers disappeared. The Demon Bull King had raged before ending up under a mountain.

In the end, Sun Wukong was alone.

The flowers had drooped before eventually withering away. The vines grew and grew, the stone of his body cracking as they tightened. Wukong had tried to pull the vines off, only finding himself sobbing in pain. With nothing else to do, he left them alone.

And now…

“See you later!” Qi Xiaotian called as the staff shot up.

Wukong waved as the kid disappeared, feeling a smile form at the following laughter. Soon enough, he was alone. He headed into the cottage to go watch TV and maybe make food that wasn’t hair.

He didn’t notice a single flower petal, fluttering away from his head.

So this was going awful.

Wukong wasn’t sure why he had agreed to this. Red Son claimed he ‘needed to know that there were other options and he wasn’t limited to the unhealthy relationship with Macaque’. Okay. He could get that. But he had no idea who the kids were going to set him up with until he had entered the almost-empty restaurant and found Tang and Pigsy waiting.

And then an awkward silence had promptly formed.

Tang looked like he wanted to ask several questions and was about to burst. Pigsy kept glaring. And Wukong came to the realization that he probably did not know how to socially interact anymore. He found himself fiddling with the paper wrap his napkin came with, slowly tearing it.

This was going horrible.

At least it sounded like the waiter was approaching-

That wasn't their waiter.

Pigsy, taking a sip of his water, looked on the verge of doing a spit take. Xiaojiao, wearing a horrible fake mustache, smiled awkwardly. "Uh. Hello. Can I take your order?" She had lowered her voice at least.

Before Wukong or Pigsy could say something, anything, there was a bright "Yes please!" Tang smiled up at Xiaojiao, showing no signs of questioning this at all.

Eventually, Xiaojiao walked away with a notepad of orders. "You...you know that was Xiaojiao, right?" Wukong said.

"Yeah! What was that all about!" Pigsy seemed to always be in a state of anger, guessing by the blustering way he said it.

Tang shrugged. "I'm hungry and something's clearly going on with the kids. So I think it's best to eat and pretend we didn't see Xiaotian tackle someone and Red attacking with a frying pan."

"Wait-"

"What?" Wukong turned in his seat in time to see Xiaotian, Red, and Xiaojiao duck out of sight in the kitchen doors. He turned back to see Tang grin.

"So, which embarrassing Xiaotian story should I share first?"

It was unfair.

It was so unfair.

Sun Wukong glared at his successor and the utter traitor that was his monk. "You know this isn't a team game, right?"

"It becomes a team game when you learn every way to cheat and you want your son to actually have a chance to win." Tripitaka said, hanging Xiaotian a card. He didn't seem to notice the youth's gape at him.

Wukong was more focused on the entirely true accusation. "Wha- Cheat?!" he protested anyway. "What I would never-!"

The monk rolled his eyes as the successor stifled his laughter in the cards he held.

Sun Wukong never returned to the mountain.

10.

Sun Wukong did return to the mountain, hand in hand with a now immortal monk.

When Qi Xiaotian found him, he found a happy king, who's brothers visited and his monk safe and sound.

And maybe that was the happiest end for his tale.

#my writing #10 Different Happenings #Sun Wukong #Lego Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid #LMK #The Journey to the West #JTTW

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