#since my aquarium isn't big enough to house him and other fish

[pomplalamoose]

give me more Luke headcanons I am begging you, could be anything but give moooore (pretty please 🥺)

Of course, anon!!! Here are more Luke headcanons just for you, I hope you like them🩵

(if you scroll far enough you'll find something slightly nsfw at the end)

• for some reason I'm convinced that Luke can't dance 

• or at least not in a way that is considered presentable to the public 

• (the dorky way in which he moves to music in private is unlike anything you've ever seen. It's adorable)

• while he has a good sense of rhythm and great control over his body, he turns surprisingly clumsy as soon as he's told to do, for example, a waltz

• suddenly his graceful demeanor and the elegant way in which he carries himself simply vanishes into thin air 

• the only thing left will be gangly limbs everywhere, sheepish smiles and murmured apologies 

• take care of your feet because he will step on them 

• I wouldn't be surprised if he'd somehow manage to trip over his own or slip on the train of his partner's dress/cloak/flowy garment

• could he possibly learn how to dance? Absolutely, he's a well trained fighter 

• does he want to? No.

• (he might make an exception if Leia forces him to)

• is there an equivalent to the Roman Empire in the galaxy far, far away?

• is it the old Jedi order?

• (it could be but everyone feel free to make up alternatives)

• either way Luke is a nerd because I say so and thus thinks about the Roman Empire's equivalent a lot 

• he'll be able to give you a weirdly specific answer about how often he does so too

• he'll smile at you then and you can't help but wonder whether he's messing with you or telling the truth 

• if you share a room or a bed with him, no matter if it's in a platonic or romantic way, he's definitely one to come up with the strangest of questions 

• especially when you are already halfway gone and THIS close to sleep

• he'd ask if you'd still date him if he was a worm 

• yes, he'd still date you if you were a worm 

• OF COURSE he would 

• he'd built a little worm house just for you 

• what do you mean you want him to shut up and finally go to sleep?

• the memory of experiencing his first rain fall is very dear to him 

• since he grew up on a planet without water, everything about it fascinates him a great deal 

• he's always delighted when there is a stream or a puddle nearby 

• he likes to observe big rivers and the sea and often meditates at the shore of whatever lake he might find

• because of this I like to think he'd be really into fish 

• or water creatures in general 

• he'd totally keep some of them in his rooms

• (only in a way appropriate to their species of course!)

• as a fish/crab/shell/??? you won't ever find a better place to live than in Luke Skywalker's aquarium

• he'd take such good care of them 

additonal posts for this topic here and here

• in one of my other posts I said that Luke likes to go shopping with you

• but not only because he enjoys spending time with the people he loves 

• secretly (or maybe not so secretly) that man is just as invested in getting you new clothes, if not more so, than you are 

• (everyone who knew his mother isn't surprised; they have so much in common after all)

• he has an amazing sense for fashion 

• while he himself is more than content with his elegant and sleek black look, he flourishes when others seek him out for advice on how to dress

• he has a good eye for all the different body types and what suits each individual person best 

• he loves make over scenes in movies

• he keeps up to date with the latest trends

• he'd totally judge celebrities' and/or politician's outfits with you

• while we are at it I also have to talk about his favorite pieces on you 

• he absolutely adores seeing you in shirts with a low neckline

• those that maybe tend to expose more of your skin when you move, sliding that way or another

• the more he can see of your neck, shoulders  and collarbones the better 

• he loves when you go without a bra and he is able to see your nipples peeking through the fabric 

• thus he is especially happy during summer when you are wearing thin and lacey tops 

• while he always enjoys unwrapping you like a present during winter, there's just something so tantalizing about easy access

• this applies to your panties as well (or maybe especially?)

• he thinks you look breathtakingly beautiful in a pretty summer dress or a flowy skirt

• but even more so if he knows you aren't wearing anything underneath

• he'll innocently ask you to sit on his lap

• from afar nobody would assume that there is something else going on 

• at least if you manage to keep your composure 

• you never do

• he is not easy to take without any preparation and foreplay first 

• so in case you don't happen to be aroused enough or if you're less practiced and not able to take him fully yet, he'll happily adapt and fuck your thighs instead 

• they are just as nicely warm and so smooth 

• he'd make you sit at just the right angle so you too get all the friction you need, gently guiding your hips into a rhythm 

• eventually he'd loose his patience though, and, after making sure no one's around, he'd bend you over and take you properly

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker smut #luke star wars #star wars #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #star wars headcanons #headcanons #star wars fanfiction

[sassyhazelowl]

My Dad: no more animals!

Also My Dad: you should incubate those 52 eggs we pulled from the quail

My Dad: no more, can't wait for you to sell the ones you bred

Also My Dad: Hey, when I dig the pond in the yard, you can put some guppies out there and get some swordtails too

#WHICH IS IT #at least my brother is consistent #in his anti-pet crusade #granted I was planning to get some koi swords #but not to put with the gups #I'm currently letting my last batch of small fish die out naturally #since they only live a few years #I'm down to a handful of barbs and a single ancient zebra danio #and an electric blue jack demsey I plan to rehome #since my aquarium isn't big enough to house him and other fish #being alone is making him skittish and he appears to be very bored #and yes I set the 52 eggs #fertility isn't looking good so far tho #they were sitting out in the weather for a month for the older ones #hens are doing a much better job with their new second batch #so hopefully I don't have to pull them again #stares at the 3 losers #sit on your damn eggs #if button quail hen can do it so can you

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

School of Fish

Written for the @do-it-with-style-events "Who Needs a Great Plan" event, Day 2, prompt "Bastille." There's also some art from the same day at the end! (It isn't very good.)

Something I've never done before: A Greasy Johnson fic!

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The Bastille stood in ruins, two of the four towers mostly complete, the others collapsed, as well as the wall between them, stones crumbling down to lay scattered on the ground below.

Tall weeds surrounded it, stringy and green, rising up through the water and rippling slightly in the current.

The water itself was clear, fresh, and warm. Nearby, a diver hovered above a treasure chest, which occasionally opened, spraying bubbles upward.

“Actually,” the nerdy kid with the glasses said, “I think the architecture looks far too German to be the Bastille.” He leaned closer, resting a finger on the glass. “See, it has—”

“Don’t tap that!” Greasy managed to keep himself from shoving the kid away, but the push was probably rougher than necessary. “Didn’t you hear me when you came in?”

“You don’t hurt him,” snapped the girl, standing with her fists clenched at her sides.

“Or what? You’ll fight me?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t participate in unnecessary violence, as I am completely free from the influences of toxic masculinity. But if I did, I’d wipe the floor with you.”

Greasy stretched, towering over her, taking up more space in the room than any of the others.

“Alright,” Adam said, coming over to stand on the other side of the aquarium, his dog trailing behind. “Brian’s supposed to be getting the ice cream, but I think he got distracted or something. Can one of you run down and get him?”

Shooting glares at Greasy, they both walked away, stomping their feet like they were angry at the floor.

“I’m not going to apologize,” Greasy started. “I told all of you not to touch this. Vibrations in the water aren’t good for the fish.”

“I know.” Adam bent down, watching the little school dart around, exploring the sunken Bastille. “I’ll talk to Wensley. He didn’t mean anything by it. Probably just an accident, he’s usually very careful.”

“Well…” He deflated a little, having fully expected an argument. “Right. Good.”

“What kind of fish are these?”

Greasy crossed his arms, trying to figure out how this was a trap.

His thirteenth birthday had hit him hard. Already a big kid, he’d suddenly shot up to an uncomfortable size. One of his gang had moved away, another went to some fancy school and wrote two emails each year. The other two started dating, and their inevitable break-up had spelled the end for the Johnsonites.

By that point, Greasy was the weird giant kid who liked to look at pictures of fish. Starting a new gang proved impossible. Finding someone to eat lunch with proved impossible.

So here it was, his fourteenth birthday, and his mother had decided he should celebrate it with Adam and his crazy friends, just because he and Adam happened to have the same birthday.

He hated it. He hated not having a gang, he hated not knowing what to do with his awkward limbs and enormous shoes, he hated that he wore bigger clothes than his father.

But most of all, he hated that these kids had only come to his birthday to pity him.

“Don’t pretend you care,” Greasy snarled, trying to loom again, but Adam didn’t even seem to notice.

“I’m not. Look at that. They’ve got little stripes on them. That’s neat.” He said it so seriously. Adam was always serious these days, for the last couple years at least. Like he was looking at things no one else could see. “I always thought it was nice, the way they all play together. Always have a friend, right?”

Greasy’s stomach twisted, anger and humiliation fighting inside him. “You don’t know anything about that.”

“No, I don’t.” Adam’s eyes followed the Zebrafish around the aquarium one more time. “Pepper and Brian and Wensley are always there for me. I’ve been incredibly lucky, really. Honestly don’t know what I’d do without them. And without you.”

Greasy blinked, feeling himself grow hot. “What is that supposed to mean? We’re not—we’ve never been friends.”

“Course we have. Well. Rivals. S’a kind of friend.” He backed away from the aquarium and went to stare out the window, probably to wait for his real friends to come, though they hadn’t gone towards the airbase, so he was looking out the wrong one. “Don’t think I would have realized that if it wasn’t for you and your gang.”

“So?” Adam was somehow even weirder than he’d remembered.

“So. I owe you.” He turned with a smile, an odd smile that didn’t seem to belong on a fourteen-year-old. “Really. Any time you want to talk. Hang out. Join us in Hogback Wood—we’ve been building a house from some blueprints Wensley found. Well. More a shed, really. But there’s plenty of room.”

Greasy clenched his teeth. “Why? After all those times we fought, why would you want me anywhere near your gang?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Adam leaned back against the windowsill. “You’ve practically been a member since we started playing together as kids, as long as any of the others. Only…an outside member. But just as much a part of it. Who would we have plotted against, and fought, and played pranks on, if not for all of you? And the same back. We still talk about that time you built that fort in the quarry. It was brilliant.”

“…Brilliant?” That had been Greasy’s idea, and the ambush they’d lain for the rival gang, though some of the Johnsonites had complained it was too much work.

“Definitely. But we’re older now. Things change. We’re not going to fight with water balloons to claim a bridge made out of sticks any time soon.” A brief frown. “Actually, we should. That really does sound fun. But, still. I mean it. You’re welcome with us whenever you want.”

“No, I’m not.” Shrugging, Greasy turned back to his zebrafish, six little minnows swimming around together. “Your girlfriend hates me.”

Adam laughed. “Pepper is most definitely not my girlfriend. Or anyone’s girlfriend, at the moment. And she doesn’t hate you.”

“But—Yeah she does, she threatened to beat me up!”

“I know. She does that to everyone. Brian. Me. Threatened to beat up a mailbox last week when it didn’t have her package.” From the noise downstairs, Adam’s friends had come back—the nerdy kid, the girl, and the messy one. Adam pushed away from the window, heading out of the room, dog trotting after him. “Look, you don’t have to join us if you don’t want to. It’s up to you. But there’s always a seat for you, anywhere we hang out. Especially Hogback Wood. We’re making the shed big enough for six.”

“Six?” Again the suspicion, the defensiveness. “Are you calling me fat?” But this time, he didn’t really feel worried about it. He wasn’t sure why not.

“Hmmm? No, course not.” Adam glanced back, eyebrows raised. “Why would I do that?”

“But…” Greasy shrugged, confused. “Look, even with me, that’s only five.”

“Yeah. The sixth won’t be here for…probably another year, at least. Just planning ahead.” He sauntered off, down the stairs, leaving Greasy alone with his fish.

He really liked them, the fish, thought they were pretty and cool. Took pride in keeping them healthy.

But they weren’t the same as having friends. And he missed that. A lot.

“Hey, Adam!” He left the room and thundered down the stairs. “Wait up!”

(I did warn you about the art)

#good omens fanfiction #good omens #the them #adam young #greasy johnson #teenaged angst #fish #do it with style events #who needs a great plan? #the art is intentionally bad #Drawn on the side of a paper bag #my writing

[sleepyxdarling]

Yuki sohma x male reader pt2

Yay part two!

Warning this story contains yandere behavior and talk of NSFW and BDSM

All characters engaging in NSFW are 18+

Things were bad... really bad. He tried to make things better with you the next day at school but it didn't go too great...

"ah hello [last name] I wanted to apologize for my ride introduction to you yesterday" his sweet tone sounded calm but on the inside he was freaking out since he wanted you to forgive him and you heard the most annoying voice ever...members of Yuki's club.

"prince yuki! Good morning! How are you doing this fine morning?" They shoved you back clearly not caring. You were hoping for yuki to say something to them but he simply nervously laughed it off.

"I'm doing well thank you.." his charming grin wooed the girls and very much pissed you off..were you really just a piece of driftwood or something?!

You gave a scoff as the thought of punching the male in the face crossed your mind. Before you could stop yourself you walked over and did just that..you punched yuki sohma in the face.

His reaction was one of shock as he stared at you with wide eyes while holding his nose where you hit him. His poor little fangirls were screaming in horror and tried to move closer but yuki kept his distance while gazing at your face that was red from anger.

"you think you're better than everyone..I never met anyone as stuck up as you! Prince yuki? Ha don't make me laugh!" You stormed off in anger and yuki watched you go still being in shock. When one of the girls tried to touch him he slapped their hand away in anger

"you girls went too far...being cruel like that. I could never like such heartless and selfish girls" his stare was ice cold as he glared at them before walking off. You had made his nose bleed so he wiped the blood off with a napkin but for some reason he had this giddy feeling to him for being able to tell those girls off...but things were worse with you.

He spent all day trying to talk to you but you either ignored him or completely walked away. Near the end of the day he was so frustrated for as soon as he saw you he grabbed your wrist and yanked you to the back of the school before he pinned you against the wall.

"listen..to me...I've been trying to apologize all day and you've been ignoring me" he said sternly only for you to headbutt him which forced him to let go...what is wrong with you?! You have so much fire to you that yuki didn't know if he could handle it

"first off..don't grab me like that unless I know you or you know me..and second off that was a shitty apology you really suck at talking to people..try again tomorrow your highness" the way you spoke made yuki shudder and he watched you walk away.

Something clicked in his mind as he started to smile. You were right..he doesn't know about you. You two were like oil and water when he wanted you to be oil and fire..he yearned for you to be the oil that made him feel alive.

Yuki went home but this time it was different..he had to learn everything about you as fast as he could then he could show you all the things you two have in common..then you would fall for him, get married, adopt two or three kids, and maybe get a house pet despite how ironic it was.

He spent all night pulling as much research from the internet as he could. He searched everywhere..but it wasn't enough for him..he needed so much more.

He never thought he would pull out his old camera he used to use as a way to cope with his feelings but who knew it would be so useful. He would take hundreds of pictures of you when no one was around..little things like walking to class or talking to another student. It wasn't enough for him though..he needed more so much more that it burned.

He started to follow you out of school..you were none the wiser. He was starting to see everything in your eyes and was learning so much amazing things..like how you go to the same diner every single day before school to grab something to eat or how you live alone in a big house but what he loved to watch most was when you worked at an aquarium. The sparkle in your eyes as you watched the different sea creatures made him want to run up to you and kiss you.

You had this soft gaze when you watched the jelly fish...did you like jelly fish? Your eyes had such Innocence to them that he assumed you were a different person. He hated that you worked late though...as soon as school ended you were at work til almost midnight..sometimes later. You got paid very well but yuki hated how you had to walk through a dark Alley just to get home.

He hated that you had to live in that big house alone..where were your parents [name]? Where was your family? Where were your loved ones?

His answer came to him on a Saturday when he watched an older guy knock on your door with some kind of bag in his hand..too young to be your father and probably too old to be an older brother. You answered the door and gave the male a kiss on the cheek.

Oh [name]...you are making a dangerous choice. An older guy? Were you doing it to spite him? Or maybe he had money that you needed? Yuki had to watch in agony as the stranger pulled out a bundle of red rope from the bag

Who was this guy? Maybe he was an uncle? Or cousin? Yuki tried to play it off as family..but the when you kissed him on the lips..does family do that?

Okay maybe you both were really close..yeah family..French kiss..and tie each other up..and spank each ot-

okay he had to face the facts that this guy was some sort of fuck buddy. As yuki watched his mind was just having all these ideas..you liked this sort of thing.

He shouldn't be trying to be a prince..no no a prince isn't what you needed or wanted..you needed someone with courage and a strong demeanor..

Yuki took out his phone before calling someone who can help him learn what to do to win you over.

"hey..haru? I might need to ask you for a favor"

Yuki was going to do whatever it took to win your heart..even if he had to get a little dark.

#yandere imagines #anime imagines #yuki sohma #yandere fruits basket #fruits basket #fruits basket imagine