#this is why I never catch anything when I try to go fishing by myself

[moon7jay]

i keep thinking abt noncon w sunghoon like just imagine….

THIS. like idk but something about being helpless under sunghoon would fix me😩. Sorry it took so long anon but here u go!

Forced to take him (p.sh)

🫴Read part 2 here

Warnings : MINORS DNI, non-con, squirting, creampie, cheating, I guess that's it? , mentions of the word "RAPE"

It's non consensual so please if u are not comfy with it, DO NOT READ.

Your sister's boyfriend was weird to say the least. The first time your sister brought him to your shared apartment was last month and ever since then he has made it his second home. See you wouldn't mind this home invasion if only he didn't glare at you with the most intensity u have ever seen someone direct towards u everytime u were in his vicinity. Dead dark eyes following your every move as u pranced around the house.

Your sister's boyfriend was definitely weird, but you had never sensed any sort of danger from him, despite the hostile stares now and then, you never thought he could cause any real harm to u. Not until..

The first time it happened, you were in the kitchen. feeling a presence looming behind your back as u made coffee "lana why r u hovering" u spoke thinking it was your sister but a response never came. In mild curiosity u turned around and your breath hitched when your eyes met his dark dead ones. He was too close, way too close for it to be appropriate.

"W-what do u want? " U asked his tall figure hovering over you, looking anywhere but his eyes, they made u so nervous, like a prey.

He moved more closer to u, this made u look into his eyes, to assess his intentions but the dark glare that he was giving u made u tense up and press your back to the kitchen counter.

You were not expecting his big hands to wrap around your mid section, a gasp escaping your lips when he squeezed your mid section as if spanning your waist and stomach

"So small" he whispered as if in a trance. Your eyes widened but u were frozen, unable to move or speak, something told u that if u upset him, u could end up bloody on the ground. Tears gathered at your waterline, threatening to fall from your eyes as he kept squeezing more and more.

"I'll have a field day forcing myself inside u" he whispered , his eyes not leaving what he was doing with his hands

The tears finally fell at his words and your mouth gaped like a fish, wanting to say something, scream, anything, wild eyes looked up at your face and all breath left your lungs when he smiled at u in an almost maniacal way

"So pretty when u cry aren't u, it drives me crazy, You drive me crazy" he said moving in to lick your tears, making u shudder and close ur eyes, trying to move your face away from him but a large hand came up to hold the back of your neck to keep u in place and u squeaked when his other hand started groping your ass.

You were full on sobbing now as he moved his tongue to your neck and collar bones, your hands holding on to the edges of the kitchen counter in a deathly grip. His teeth punctured your delicate skin making a pained cry leave your lips and that seemed to catch his attention as he stopped doing what he was doing and stepped back all of a sudden. He stared carefully at your heaving form before walking out of the kitchen like it was a normal Tuesday.

As soon as he was out of sight, your knees buckled and you fell on the kitchen floor, sobbing and trying to catch your breath.

Your sister's boyfriend was weird. And you should have told your sister about it, you should have confronted him, you should have taken his words more seriously, you should have sensed the impending danger, you should have... But you didn't.

The next time it happened, u had just gotten home from classes, hearing weird noises in the living room, your feet moved towards it.

Nothing could have prepared u for the sight in front of you. Your sister was spread open on the couch as her boyfriend fucked into her, her legs over his shoulders. A gasp escaped your lips which made sunghoon and your sister look at you. Your sister started pushing sunghoon out of her to apologize to u but sunghoon's thrusts only got harder as his eyes met yours, your sister struggling underneath him, telling him to stop, but all u could hear was static as his expression morphed into one of pleasure as he held eye contact with you, smiling lewdly at you as he came inside your sister. You turned on your heel and ran up to your room, locking it and leaning against the door to catch your breath.

What the fuck was that.

Outside, you could hear your sister yelling at him but the next second you could hear her moans of pleasure again.

Your sister's boyfriend was so weird.

The sound of your door closing woke u up. Sitting abruptly to look around your darkened room.

"lana is that you? " you asked as u turned to ur bedside to turn the lamp on.

Your eyes met his dark ones and your palms started sweating. Sunghoon stood at the edge of your bed, scanning your skimpily dressed body like a predator. Before you could say anything, he started to unbutton his shirt

"What-what the fuck do u think you're doing? " your voice shook as you asked him

"fucking you" Is what the reply came.

"You c- can't" tears started to gather in your eyes again, why were you so scared of him??

"I'll scream, lana will find out, she'll kick you out" You tried threatening him confidently as he unbuckled his belt, his naked chest on display, you averted your eyes.

"she's passed out baby, some sleeping pills is all it takes" he whispered climbing up on the bed.

Your head could not register his words. He drugged your sister.

He drugged your sister to rape you.

You screamed as he grabbed your legs to bring you closer to him as he hovered over your body. His hands trapping you under him as you thrashed and hit him to let go. You did not see the slap coming, but your throbbing lip was enough to make u stare at him with wide eyes, ceasing all your movements.

"I can bleed you to death u know" He whispered scarily calm. His hand moving behind his jeans to pull out a shiny blade. Tears started falling from your eyes as you whimpered in fear of your life. Something in his crazed eyes told u that he had done this before. This wasn't his first time. Not his first time Raping someone. Not his first time Killing someone.

"Please... " u whispered, your lips trembling and bleeding from his strike.

He pressed the cold blade to your throat

"What's it gonna be baby? Want me to slit your throat so I can fuck you to death? or will u let me fuck your warm body while you're still alive? " He asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect

"Tell me. Dead or alive? "

"A-alive" u croaked, your body starting to shut down from the terror, the blade pressed to your throat making you numb to everything else.

He smiled and tsked in a disappointed way

"Damn u didn't fight much, was looking forward to some blood bath as we fuck" He chuckled and kept the blade back inside the back pocket of his jeans.

Hands started to grope your body, your night gown torn apart within seconds. You layed back and stared at the ceiling, having given up in trying to stop what was about to happen.

You were a virgin, you had been saving yourself for the love of your life. Park Jay. The smartest and kindest boy in your class. You had recently started flirting with him, letting him know you were intrested. You had thought countless times of this moment. But not like this.

Curious and rough hands squeezed your breasts making your breath get heavy, this was painful. His breathing was laboured too but for entirely different reasons than yours.

He leaned over you to press his chest to your tits. "Press them up against me cmon, need to feel them " He whispered in anticipation, you arched your back to do what he said, your nipples rubbing against his own, a hiss of pleasure leaving his teeth "good girl, such a good fuck toy for me"

His hands spread your legs apart and he quickly undid his jeans, just enough to fish out his hard cock. You prepared yourself for penetration, clutching onto your sheets as you watched him jerk himself off.

His teeth biting his lower lip as he stared lewdly at your spread and naked body

"Such a pretty fuck hole" He whispered before hastily slotting himself between your legs, hands grabbing your midsection like he did that day and the next thing you feel is an excruciating pain. A pain so intense as he forces his way inside of you. Your walls are dry but he doesn't even care, curses and whines falling from his lips and he bottoms out in you, tearing your hymen. You start to sob uncontrollably "s-stop please" U croak between sobs but it only causes him to grind more into u

"Beg more for me baby, beg me to stop" He grunts with a hard thrust inside you.

He rests his forehead against yours,hands resting beside your head, tongue darting out to lick your tears once again

"Gonna tear ur pussy so good"

"Like fucking virgins so much" He whispered and pulled all the way out to thrust back in, hitting your cervix in a painful way. A pained scream ripped out of you and he smiled in sick satisfaction. Soon his expression morphed into one of wild desire and pleasure as he kept thrusting inside of you, your body started secreting fluids which made his experience all the more pleasurable and he gritted his teeth at your tight walls

"you like being raped like this don't you? Keep fucking my dick just like that"

"Fuck it baby oh yeah, god so tight"

"It's fun isn't it? Feels so good doesn't it? Pleasure me come on, make me relieve my lust"

His words sound static to your ears as you come on his cock, your body betraying u once again, sobbing continuously, you keep taking his assault.

He groans like an animal when u dig your nails in his back, begging him to stop

"Yeah baby? Want me to stop? " His thrusts getting wilder, pounding your cervix

"ask me to stop, scream for me to stop baby, makes me so hard when u beg "

His dick keeps dragging against your walls in the mix of both pain and pleasure, his hands groping your body as he unleashes his inner animal to fuck into u however he wants, he's on his third orgasm but his dick is still hard in you

"You're gonna make me cum , I'm not the only one enjoying this rape yeah baby? Fuck yeah, squeezing around me so good"

You scream hard at a particular thrust and he laughs while panting

"Oh yeah? "

"Just like that? "

"fuck fuck fuck" he gasps as he comes inside your wet heat again. Fucking his come back inside of your leaking hole, overstimulating your body, your lower region feeling numb, your mind slipping in and out of consciousness.

You felt him pulling out, hissing as he observed your leaking and abused hole

"Fuck yeah" He breathed, turning your body around and mounting you again, thrusting deep inside of you, your face squished against your pillows as he breeds you from behind.

It's animalistic, the way he fucks you.

"Wanna keep it in u forever,can't stop, I can't stop"

"Pussy So good oh fuck"

He groaned, digging his teeth at the back of your neck, you were sure u were bleeding.

Your consciousness left u somewhere in the middle of his animalistic panting and grunts.

When u came to, u found yourself in a mating press, his face right above yours as he fucked u folded in half

"Ah u're awake sunshine, raping u so good yeah? "

He breathes and licks your lower lip. His hips moving relentlessly, grinding into u at a slow pace now

"Open " He panted and as if on autopilot, all strength leaving your body, u open your mouth

He spits in it "swallow" He says and u do. He curses and bites your lower lip as his thrusts become erratic

"Mhmnn fuck yeah, one more oh yeah"

He grunts as he fucks his cum into you. Making u squirt all over him.

His mouth lapping on your pussy is all u feel before u drift into unconsciousness.

Your sister's boyfriend is so weird.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon #enha x reader #enha

[suuuupernovaaa]

nìmal

nìmal [nɪ.ˈmal] adv. trustingly, without hesitation

Anonymous Request: Can we have one where Neteyam and Omaticayan reader love each other very much. But a guy likes the reader and tries to break them up by making neteyam think that the reader is cheating on him. He gets really angry and accuses the reader of cheating. Like there's a big fight. But later he learns the truth and tries to make it up to her and she doesn't make it easy on him.

Neteyam believes a rumor about you, and when he finds out the truth, you're reluctant to forgive him for his bad behavior.

932 words

Your bag is so full of fish that you aren't sure you're going to be able to carry it back home, but you can't stop.

Throwing the spear, hearing that satisfying thwack when it connects, getting to put your body to use, it's easing some of the tension you're carrying.

"Idiot!" you exclaim, though whether you're directing that at the fish or not, is unclear.

How could Neteyam believe you would even consider betraying him? Have you not been loyal to him, promised to him, in love with him completely? Does he know so little of your character that he is willing to believe you would give your body to another - to someone you are not mated to?

Just the thought of it disgusts you. His confrontation yesterday has left a sour taste in your mouth, and you feel so angry and hurt, you don't know how to release these emotions.

Kiri assured you she would fix it, but it's been an entire day, and you haven't seen Neteyam. Plus, you aren't sure if she can fix it - even when Neteyam realizes he was wrong, some damage has been done.

You catch another fish, add it to your bag, and decide to head home. This isn't helping anything.

Neteyam arrives just as you try to hoist the bag over your shoulder, and you freeze when you see him.

--

He watches her from behind the trees for a while, listening to her cursing at the fish she's killing, knowing she's picturing him in their place.

He winces with every kill.

He deserves it. He will curse himself until the day he dies for what he's done.

It's hard to explain it, even to himself. He just hopes she'll listen.

The glare she gives him when he approaches is almost lethal. "Can I carry this for you?" he asks, and the bag thuds to the ground again.

"No," she replies, spitting venom through her perfect teeth.

"Okay... can I explain myself?" He lifts his hands up, palm out, surrendering to her.

Not only is Y/N beautiful, but she is lethal. Most of the Omaticayan women are fierce, but something about Y/N gives her an extra edge. She is quiet, thoughtful, and dangerous. He's almost a little scared, which is part of why he's always been so attracted to her.

"You can apologize," she replies, standing straight, arms crossed over her chest, waiting.

"I am sorry, Y/N. Not only did Marek confess to me what... he said happened, but many confirmed it. It seems, you made some enemies, and one um, admirer. They were all too willing to confirm his story for him."

"None of that should have convinced you, Neteyam," she replied, so evenly and calmly that a chill ran up his spine. "You should have trusted me. You should have trusted how I feel about you."

"But you, Y/N," he rubbed his forehead. "You almost never tell me how you feel about me. You're very hard to read."

Her back stiffened, and her mouth opened a little as if to speak, and then closed again.

"Oh..."

--

That wasn't at all what I had expected Neteyam to say.

Though I felt very sure of my love for him - had I not done a good enough job ensuring he was sure of it, as well?

I tried to think... how many times had I told him I loved him? Not very many. But, how many times was I supposed to? Did he have a greater need to hear it than I realized?

"Still," I replied, still processing. "You wouldn't even listen to me, Neteyam."

He stepped forward. "That was wrong. I was wrong, and I should not have doubted you. It will never happen again."

You felt crushed by the look on his face. You tried to put yourself in his place; if he was feeling unsure of your affections, and so many people were lying to him, maybe it was easy to be confused?

"I would never want to be with any man, besides you," you said finally.

Neteyam stepped a little closer still, tentatively.

"I want to be your mate, Neteyam. It is all I have ever wanted. I am angry at you, very, very angry... but I see maybe I haven't made how I feel clear, to you. It all get stuck, up here." You point to your head, and you see Neteyam's expression relax.

He reaches out and takes your hand, and you allow him to pull you close.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I trust you fully, and I will never doubt you again."

"I will... I will tell you how much I feel for you every day, if it helps."

He smiles, and squeezes your hand. "You don't have to say it every day... if you don't want to."

You reach out, running your fingers from his temple to his chin.

"I could show you, instead."

His brow perks up, and his smile grows.

"Yes, that could be good."

You lean in, pressing your lips gently to his, and he takes your face gently into his hands, and then wraps his arms around you as the kiss deepens.

When you pull apart, you are both breathless and smiling.

You bend down, picking up the bag of fish, and thrust it into his arms.

"You may carry this, and then consider yourself forgiven."

He bows under the weight of it, but dutifully carries it the long walk home for you.

Neteyam never doubts you again, and you show him just how much you love him every day.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #avatar 2 #avatar twow #avatar the way of water

[xxmaxwellxx]

Hello! Me again! I’ve finished writing another story. Again, any constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated! I’m also thinking of making another part to both the stalker story and this one. If anyone is interested in something like that please comment, dm me or send a request! As always sorry for any errors, I’m slightly dyslexic and if I missed anything in the warnings please tell me so I can fix it! (Also if anyone has any requests please don’t hesitate to send one in! I’m trying to grow my account and be better at writing so requests are very helpful!)

Tw: merman, general Yandere behavior (body horror? No gore just a very unique merman)

Gn reader (referred to with they/them pronouns!)

The seagulls screeching above are oddly comforting. Over my time as a researcher, I've learned that if the seagulls aren’t flying overhead, a storm is near. And luckily for me, the seagulls are in the sky and very vocal. I grab a shrimp from my dads cooler and throw it up towards the birds, watching one swoop down and grab it before joining the others. I always admired how intelligent they were, following boats in the hopes of getting food. I reach back into the cooler for another shrimp before my dad yells at me, “Hey!” I whip around at his voice, “Don't waste all our bait on some gulls! If you keep feeding them, they're going to swoop down and eat all our shrimp!” I giggle at his words. He's always lectured me about feeding the birds. The boat slows to a stop and my dad leaves the wheelhouse and lowers the anchor as I take my sweater off and put my flippers on. I wore my favorite sweater over my wetsuit, the wind out at sea surprisingly cold.

My dad sets up his fishing rod at the edge of the boat and I go to the other side to avoid his fishing line. He always fishes when I go diving, not to eat but to keep himself entertained while I'm gone. He never keeps the fish, just writing down the type of fish, how big and how old he thinks it is before throwing it back. He has multiple notebooks he keeps on his boat from years back when mom would go diving. She was always my role model, she was the reason I got my degree in marine biology and my scuba permit. She was the reason behind gaining a passion for fish, the reason my room was filled to the brim with marine animal stuffed animals. She had to stop diving, when I was young she got sick, and it was too dangerous for her, but that's why I'm here. I'm going to continue her studies for her, so she can still see the ocean she loved so much from her bed.

Putting my goggles and mouthpiece on, I excitedly roll off the deck and into the water. Right below me is a magnificent coral reef filled to the brim with color. Hustling and bustling with fish of all colors of the rainbow. Clown fish in the anemones, iridescent parrot fish, yellow butterfly fish, stripped Angelfish, a few yellow finned Damselfish, Surgeonfish and small Goby all swimming in and out, over and under the coral. I take out my camera and snap a few photos, not just for mom, but also for the other researchers back at the lab. They sent me out with a few videography robots to study the effects global warming has had on the reefs, but I don't think they'd mind if I snuck a few to my mom. I drift further and further away from my dads boat, distracted by taking photos.

A few photos of the vibrant parrot fish, a few of clown fish seeking residence in sea anemones, a few of the small goby fish and a lot of the vibrant coral. I keep wandering further, always keeping the boat in view when something catches my eye. A hole. A large hole. No, not a hole, a sea cave. I peer inside and see dots of color. I wouldn't hurt to venture in, would it? For science, I tell myself, for research and the betterment of knowledge, I tell myself, but I know I'm just too curious for my own good. Upon my entrance I see various seaweed, algae and sea sponge species. The further I go, the less light. The less light, the more things produce their own. I see a few small fish and algae glow but something big catches my eye, something really big, too big, and oh so colorful. Swirls of orange and blue and too humanoid to be a fish, but too fish to be human. It has what looks like hair, long and glowing blue on one side and orange on the other, with many streaks of the opposite color mixed in. a long tail with swirls of the same colors, and it goes up it's body onto what looks like a torso and arms. It has arms? Why would a fish have arms? Cave dweller or not, fish are not supposed to have arms.

I quickly pull out my camera, I have to document this. What I didn't account for was the automated flash, it has a light sensor and if it's too dark, the flash turns on. Suddenly the cave is lit up with light from my camera. I panic and fiddle with my camera, trying desperately to turn off the automated flash, but my efforts are in vain. A clawed hand grabs the lens, and I turn my attention to the creature in front of me. A wave of fear washes over me as I look up to a humanoid face, my heart rate picks up as I notice the scowl he wears. I start to hyperventilate as he leans in closer and reaches a hand out towards my face. A clawed hand coming towards my face. He's going to hurt me, isn't he? My fight or flight kicks in and in my panic I choose fight.

I quickly raise my legs and kick him in the stomach, making him curl into himself and let go of my camera and propelling me away from him. While he's distracted, I grab my falling camera and rush out of the cave and towards the boat. I didn't notice how late it's gotten, the sun setting over the horizon as I pull my self out of the water and onto the ledge. I quickly dislodge my mouthpiece and throw my goggles further onto the boat, trying to regulate my breathing once again. What was that? Human? Fish? Some kind of sick hybrid? Should I tell dad? Tell the team? Did I even get a clear picture of that thing? If news gets out, what will the press say? What will the scientists do? If it has the conscience of a human, it will be cruel to report on it. What if someone hurts them? Kills them? What do I even do?

My thoughts are broken by my dads voice, “Everything alright?” he always asks that after I come up, but he sounds worried this time. “Yeah… Yeah, I'm fine.” I'm lying through my teeth, I know it, and I'm pretty sure he knows with the look he gives me “Well, if you're sure. I made dinner while you were gone. It's on the table whenever you're ready.” he tips his hat and walks away, presumably to go eat the aforementioned dinner. I sigh and take off my oxygen tank, hanging it with the others before going below deck to take a shower.

My dad snores in his bed as I eat the dinner he made. Vegetable dumplings with a side of soy sauce and ramen. Simple, easy to make and oh so good. He always made the best food. I'm scrolling through my camera roll as I eat, checking if my team can use any of the photos I took when it pops up. I almost drop my dumpling when I see it. The creature on my camera roll, slightly blurry but still visible with glowing eyes. I want to throw up. He's objectively beautiful, but he's earth shaking. Merfolk aren't real, they're evolutionary impossible, and yet here he is. I suddenly don't have an appetite anymore, it's too much to handle. I put my food in the fridge and lay in my bed. What am I going to tell my team? What am I going to tell dad? That despite every odd on the planet, merfolk are real, and I had an encounter with one? They're going to think I'm crazy, right? What about the picture? Would that really be enough proof for them? Would they accuse me of editing the picture? What possible excuse could I come up with to explain it? If they do believe me, I don't want them to hurt him. Would it just be best to delete it? Export the photo off the camera and keep it for myself? These thoughts keep me up well past my bedtime.

Something is off. I feel like I'm being watched. I turn my gaze from the ceiling to the glass floor. It's him. The thing from the cave. It smiles, reveling razor sharp teeth. What have I gotten myself into?

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

They're mine. It was set in stone when we met.

When I heard of the cave shells, I knew I had to check it out. Supposedly there were shells that glow in the dark and I just had to get my hands on one. Avoiding the moray and brushing aside small lantern fish, I make my way deep into the cave. I've been there for a solid hour, going from tunnel searching the sand. I was getting frustrated. Where are those shells?! A flash catches my attention. Whipping around, I see a human. They look exactly like the rumors. Humans are real? And what's that box in their hand? What was that light? Was it a mating signal? Do they like me? I swim over to investigate the box, laying my hand on it, the thought crosses my mind. This was probably a mating gift! Immediately after I realize what it is, they kick me and swim off with the box. Humans must be a species that want to be chased before they mate!

I quickly swim after them when they go up above the water onto a strange piece of metal. That must be their home! My suspicions are proven correct when I see them sitting in a strange object and eating. Merfolk only eat in their homes, so it must be the same for humans. They crawl onto something squishy and cover themselves with something.

I dare to get closer to them, my face bonks against something clear, this must be the glass the other merfolk were talking about. I place my hands upon the glass, watching my mate. Eventually they look down at me, my friend Erin told me humans like when you smile, that smiling was a show of friendliness to humans.

Rest assured, little human, the next time you're in water you will be mine. Our mandarin babies will be so cute!~

(Merman is based off a mandarin fish, look them up! Very unique fish!)

#fanfic #monster x reader #monster x human #merman #merman x reader #yandere merman #yandere x y/n #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere oc #yandere #yandere fanfiction

[oftlunarialmoon]

Ciao lovelies! I have written before on the topic of Age Regression many times, from explaining what Age Regression is, to Age Regression Self-Care, to Age Regression Journaling. I never explicitly said before now, but I, myself, am an age regressor to cope with stress (and some other mental health reasons). The reason why I have officially decided to come forward and say so is because I feel that I want to keep writing posts on the topic of age regression, some with personal experience perhaps, so I want to be open with you all and let you know why I continue to write on this topic. I’ve also noticed some of this blog’s audience is made up of age regressors like myself, and I want to provide you all with some content from a safe, welcoming, and open-minded source. All that being said, today I’ve decided to write down 101 activity ideas for Age Regressors/ Things to Do When Bored, Age Regression edition. Please be sure to let me know in the comments (yes, you can even comment anonymously!) if you like these ideas, please be sure to tell me your favorite!

101 ACTIVITIES FOR AGE REGRESSORS

Outside Activities for Summer

1.       Play on a swing-set!

2.       Play hopscotch!

3.       Color with chalk!

4.       Build Fairy houses with materials you find outside!

5.       Take pictures of your toys in nature! This works especially well for dinosaur toys, animal toys, et, because they look like they’re meant to be in nature!

6.       Jump rope!

7.       Go swimming!

8.       Go fishing with a net and play catch and release!

9.       Go to a beach and find cool seashells!

10.   Read a book outside in the sun!

11.   Go for an ice cream!

Outside Activities for Fall

12.   Find leaves and flowers and press them into a journal. You can also do Leaf rubbings, where you put a piece of paper over a leaf and use a crayon to rub over it to get the imprint of the leaf on the paper!

13.   Carve a pumpkin!

14.   Go to a pumpkin patch and take lots of pics among the pumpkins! You can even pick out one to take home and make into a Jack-O-Lantern (like #12)!

15.   Collect cool leaves and make a leaf arrangement/wreath!

Outside Activities for Winter

16.   Build a snowman!

17.   Build a snow-fort!

18.   Have a snowball fight!

19.   Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue!

20.   Make snow angels!

21.   Play hide and seek in the snow!

Outside Activities for Spring

22.   Collect flowers and make bouquets!

23.   Make flower crowns!

24.   Play tag with some friends!

25.   Weave grass into cool shapes!

26.   Collect cool rocks/gemstones…You can even pretend to be a dragon who’s collecting rocks for their hoard!

Indoor Activities for Any Season

27.   Redecorate your room!

28.   Clean your room! (I know, bleh, but if you clean then you’ll have a clean slate for #27!)

29.   Change your phone’s wallpaper/lockscreen (check out our Instagram Highlight for some of ours!)

30.   Play with makeup!

31.   Try out new hairstyles!

32.   Play dress up!

33.   Play with some dolls!

34.   Play pretend! You could pretend to be a teacher for your dolls/toys, or even have your stuffies go on super cool adventures with you!

35.   Craft! You can make accessories, décor, toys, clothes, anything! Check out our DIY tag for lots of fun crafts!

36.   Read some kid books!

37.   Stim! I like crinkles when I’m small, and I also like slime and flappy hands!

38.   Play with squishies!

39.   Walk around a store and look at all the toys and kid stuff!

40.   Go on a Dollar Store shopping spree! You can get a lot of stuff at a dollar store for under like $20!

41.   Color in some cool pictures!

42.   Design a new OC (Original Character) 

43.   Draw some comics! They can be of yourself or of your OC’s!

44.   Cosplay your OC’s/any character you like!

45.   Do a photoshoot!

46.   Make a sensory bottle!

47.   Set up a dollhouse!

48.   Make beaded bracelets!

49.   Make yourself a snack!

50.   Or a meal!

51.   Bake some cookies (just be careful with the hot oven, okay?)

52.   Have a dance party with your stuffies!

53.   Make a playlist to regress to!

54.   Find new regression YouTubers!

55.   Play some video games! I love Slime Rancher , Animal Crossing, and more!

56.   Play with some phone apps! I love Animal Crossing Pocket Camp, Pastel Girl, and Pokémon Go!

57.   Try to mix your own perfume!

58.   Design a picture using glitter!

59.   Draw some fashion designs!

60.   Start an age regression journal! 

61.   Practice some age regression self-care!

62.   Make a self-care box!

63.   Make figures from modeling clay!

64.   Paint your nails!

65.   Give your stuffies/dolls a makeover!

66.   Find cute regression music! 

67.   Make posters for your room!

68.   Make gifts for your friends!

69.   Find a new penpal!

70.   Write letters to your pen-pal!

71.   Start a sticker scrapbook!

72.   Open some blind-bags!

73.   Watch some toy youtubers. Our YouTube Channel has some toy videos, my other favorites are Cookie Swirl C and My Froggy Stuff!

74.   Make your own YouTube Channel!

75.   Create a mystery to solve with your stuffies!

76.   Solve a Crossword Puzzle!

77.   Solve a Wordsearch!

78.   Finish a puzzle!

79.   Design your own puzzle!

80.   Make an escape room for your toys!

81.   Paint something!

82.   Watch cute anime like Himouto Umaru Chan!

83.   Watch cute shows on Netflix like Twelve Forever or Hilda!

84.   Watch fun shows on Hulu like Gravity Falls!

85.   Go to the library!

86.   Play chess or checkers!

87.   Watch a movie! I like Welcome to Monster High!

88.   Go see a movie in theatres!

89.   Make temporary tattoos using food coloring!

90.   Make your own T-shirt using a blank T-shirt and fabric paints!

91.   Take a little nap!

92.   Put on a play with or for your stuffies!

93.   Make clothes and accessories for your stuffies!

94.   Make clothes and accessories for your dolls!

95.   Make furniture for your dolls!

96.   Make your own blindbags for a friend!

97.   Upcycle your old clothes and jewelry by designing them into something new!

98.   Visit a thrift store!

99.   Go to a museum!

100. Go to the mall!

101.  Visit an Arcade!

WHEW! I hope that is enough ideas for you bored little ones out there. Have a great day!

#agere #age regression #sfw littlespace #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog

[anjelicawrites]

Beloved Cringefail Throuple 💡anon. Tumblr has eaten your ask about Billy starting an adult education course, with the support of Michael and reader. This is the not so short answer to that!!!

(Warning: swearing, Billy's lack of self confidence, a tiny bit of kissing)

SFW but 18+ only, please!

You never meant to snoop through Billy's stuff, you're not that kind of person! You're rummaging around Billy's messy apartment looking for the foundation you left here for the emergencies. Where did it go, though?

None of you is extremely neat, Billy tries, bless his heart, and you know it has to do with his life previous moving to Oxford; he hasn't told you, or Michael, anything, but from what you can infer from his short comments, he had been in a very dark place, and it reverberated in every aspect of his life. Now he's trying to do better, with varying results; maybe he had stashed it somewhere and forgot to tell you?

Delicately, you start moving the piles of papers and notebooks on the too small kitchen tables, hoping to find the small bottle here. You're trying to move things around without disrupting the various piles, that a small pamphlet falls on the ground. Again, you don't mean to pry, you just want to put it in its rightful place, but your eyes fall on the cover and you can't help but read it: it's from the adult education place that collaborates with the local job center. What catches your attention are the sticky page marks emerging from the middle of it. You're curious, so much that you almost open it, but you stop yourself and put it under the pile of take out fliers and run to your dormitory: if you're fast enough, you'll be able to put some make up on and go to class.

You manage to pop back at Billy's after he's finished with his shift at the pub for the day.

He doesn't expect your arrival but welcomes you with open arms and a kiss on the top of your head.

"Weren't you supposed to study at the library with Michael?"

His skin is still pink from the shower and his hair are sticking everywhere, making him look younger than his actual age.

"You know that he has a work project to finish with other three people, right? They changed the time they were supposed to meet."

"Oh, bollocks." Billy's fingers grab the bridge of his noise. "He's going to be a pain in the arse, isn't he?"

"He already is. One of my classes was canceled out of the blue and I managed to finish my scheduled study for today, so I told myself: why not popping by my awesome boyfriend's apartment and keep looking for my concealer."

"You're wearing it."

Now it's your turn to grab the bridge of your nose.

"The one I have left here. I couldn't find it this morning and had to rush to my room to put some make up on."

"Oh, that. I put it in the last drawer of the kitchen."

You stare into his blue eyes for whole five seconds, too stunned to answer.

"I left it in the bathroom a couple of week ago, I'm pretty sure of it!"

"I was trying to organize the space for when Lana comes. It was still sealed and wasn't sure if you still needed it or not. Besides, you always have your make up bag with you."

You're pretty smart, having landed a placement at Oxford on a scholarship, yet you don't know how to respond to that.

"Why not the bathroom?"

"The fourth drawer is for the things I don't use but don't want to chuck out, yet."

Billy's logic is airtight, yet it makes no sense to you.

"May I move it to the bathroom? I can do without having to run to my dorm and half ass my make up, if I forget my little bag at home."

"It looks all right."

"Trust me, it's not."

Billy doesn't understand your drive to always wear your 'outside face', as you call it, he prefers when you don't and he can see your beautiful, beautiful features.

"I rummaged about a bit, fishing for it." You continue. "I tried to put everything in its place."

"Oh, I didn't even notice." He answers.

Should you tell him? You're curious, at the same time, you don't want to come off as a snoop. Billy trusts you, and Michael, with his space, you don't want to betray that.

"Love?" He looks worried. "Did something happen?"

You know he battles with anxiety, you don't want to add to that.

"No baby." You go to him, your arms curling around his torso. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course." You can hear his heart speed up under your ear.

"While I was looking for my foundation, I moved some of the papers and notebooks on the kitchen table." You take a big breath. "And this small pamphlet fell on the floor and it was about adult education. It looked like it had been read and studied deeply."

You can feel Billy's arm tighten around your body, a big sigh fills his chest before he answers.

"It's mine. I was playing with this idea, but it's stupid." He sounds defeated

"No! Why? Billy?" Your hands cup his beautiful face, eyes searching for his and he's not meeting your stare. "Would you like to tell me?"

This thing between you three is so young, it was supposed to be just booty calls, it grew into this nameless bond so fragile and delicate you're afraid to destroy it with a wrong word.

"I was thinking about starting a course, it's about business and the management of your own firm. But it's stupid. I barely finished high school, and I didn't have to work to survive back then. I'll never make it." He says, dejected.

"It's not stupid! The pub owner will not manage it forever! Are you thinking about taking over?"

Again, Billy evades your stare before answering.

"I was, but that's a terrible idea. I never managed to reach a single goal in my life. I'm not going to start now."

"Says who? Maybe you've given yourself the wrong goals to reach, have you thought about that?" You can feel your voice rising and try to control yourself. "It's a smart idea to plan about your future and you're great at the pub, I can see it and I bet your boss does as well!"

"He's been hinting about sharing more workload with me, because he trusts me, me!" he says, self loathing in his words.

"Why wouldn't he?"

There's so much you don't know about Billy, things he's yet to tell you and Michael, but you can infer there's a lot to unpack.

"Because no one ever did. I only fuck up."

"If you were fucking up the work at the pub, your boss wouldn't have started thinking about giving you more responsibility."

"I've never ever managed to do the right thing in my life. I don't think I will be able to do it now."

He looks dejected and desperate, head hanging low, voice broken.

"Billy, Billy, baby." You let him hide his face against the side of your neck. "I don't know what happened to you in London, or why you think so lowly of yourself. But you've made a fresh start for yourself here. You have a job and you're doing so great at that, you're taking care of yourself and of me and Michael." He tries to interject but you stop him. "We're both smart, but we're both awful at life outside the books, I managed to land myself at the A&E that one time, during finals! Who's been reminding me to eat and drink while I study? You and you only."

"What if I fuck up?"

"What if you don't?"

Billy's eyes are brimming with unshead tears, you feel like you've pushed him too hard.

"Do you want me to go?" You ask with a small voice.

"No, stay." His eyes meet yours for a moment. "Let's watch something on the telly, OK? I need to sit on all of this."

"Yeah. Sorry if I was too intense."

"It's fine." He sniffles, one hand drying the tears on his long eyelashes. "I'll think about it, OK?"

"Yeah baby." You hug him tight, hoping he will truly consider going back to school.

A couple of week pass without Billy breaching the subject, you letting him take his time, feeling that you have already pushed him enough just by talking to him about it.

You three are enjoying the first days of Spring, before another gruesome session of finals, drinking beers at the pub (not the one where Billy works) and you are itching to ask him if he’s made up his mind, he had looked so stressed about the whole idea, that you don’t dare say a word and ruin this fine day, though.

When Michael leaves to get another round of beers and crisps, Billy leans forward, his hands on yours.

“I’ve been thinking about it.” He doesn’t look as stressed as he had been two weeks ago. “I haven’t decided anything yet.”

“Thinking about what?” You were so focused on Billy, and he had his back to the beer garden entrance, that neither of you noticed that Michael was back already. “What have two been scheming? You’ve been weird lately!”

Michael’s piercing blue eyes sweep from your face to Billy’s, and then back to yous, trying to gauge which one of you can be the weak link he can exploit, until he focuses on Billy, who is already shifting in his seat.

“Nothing. I was thinking about nothing.”

You facepalm: between the weak answer and the way his cheeks have turned a violent shade of pink, Billy might as well tell Michael who, like a shark that’s sensed blood in the water, sits next to him, eyes boring into his, beers forgotten.

“That doesn’t seem like nothing, Billy.” Michael’s accent comes out thicker than usual. “So, do I have to make you talk?”

You usually enjoy the shift of power between your two lovers, mostly because the sex between them is steamy and you get to participate; in this case you’re afraid Michael will cross an irreparable line and ruin everything.

Billy swallows thickly, you can see his Adam’s apple move; before you can think about intervening, Billy speaks.

“I was thinking about enrolling in an adult course in business to take over the pub in the future, but it’s probably a terrible idea. I have a full time job and no time, plus I always fuck up.”

Michael stares at him, weighting his words before exploding, in typical Michael fashion.

“Bollocks!”

He grabs your paper napkin and your lip pencil from your make up bag on the table and starts scribbling furiously, deaf to your complaining.

“See?” He shows you two the densely written napkin, not that you two could truly read his atrocious handwriting. “It’s doable if you put your mind to it. Do you want to work hard for this?”

You wouldn’t have worded it so harshly but, in the end, it all hangs on Billy’s will to try this avenue.

“This is not what my family does, what they expect.” He confesses, eyes not meeting yours or Michael’s. “This is not something Lana would do and she’s always taken the right path.”

“The hell with your sister!” Michael’s voice pitches up and you have to shush him, the whole beer garden isn’t interested. “The hell with her, stop shushing me! And the hell with your family as well! Have you ever tried to do something for yourself, instead of for them?”

“It’s easy for you to talk.” Billy’s voice is defensive now. “You’re a genius.”

“It’s not easy, I just don’t care about what people think or want from me. Following what your family wants for you didn’t help you all your life, why not try something you want.”

Your hand finds Billy’s trembling one. You know Michael means well but he has no filters and that doesn’t help.

“Because I will fail.”

Before Michael can add anything harsh, you interject.

“You don’t know that, baby and if all the avenues you tried in the past failed, it doesn’t mean this one will. And this is something you will do for yourself, not for your sister or your parents.”

“And we can teach you a trick or two for study.” Michael adds.

Billy’s fingers grab yours tightly and he looks shaken, his blue eyes big and scared.

Being in the bomb car had been the pinnacle of the fear he could experience in his entire life, choosing a path for himself shouldn’t feel so frightening, yet it is: the job at the pub is safe, becoming the next owner isn’t, the dark possibilities stack in his mind, weighting out the good outcomes.

“Your boss is old, he will sell.” Michael says, his voice pragmatic. “The new owner might keep you, or not and you have good ideas for the pub.”

“It’s a lot of work and money to manage.” Is it a little of hope you’re hearing in his voice?

“Aren’t you already helping out more than everyone else?”

“I am.”

“Then you know already what works and what doesn’t. He can’t sell you something that doesn’t exist.”

You can see how torn he is, even after Michael’s pragmatic words.

“And you don’t have to take over the pub.” You try to be as gentle as possible. “You can enroll and learn something new, which isn’t a bad thing and then decide it’s not for you. We’re talking hypothesis here. Baby steps.”

Billy sighs heavily and cautiously lets himself hope: maybe if he takes this slowly, with a careful stride, instead of letting himself be swept by a future that doesn’t exist yet, he can win this and be someone he is proud of be and, perhaps, his family will be as well.

You’re brimming with pride and anxiety, moving your weight from the ball of your feet to the back repeatedly, Michael is observing the people entering and exiting the adult education building with indifference, but you know he’s anxious as well, just better at hiding it.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to go in with you?” You ask Billy for the millionth time.

Billy looks anxious himself, his long fingers clenching in his pockets, the backpack he bought for the start of the course slung on his shoulder.

“No. And I need to go, now.” His words are more cutting than what he intends them to be.

“Not so fast.” Michael’s hand curls on his arm, stopping him.

“You need a good luck kiss!” You add.

You three are standing under a pocket of trees, away from the main entrance, where no one would notice you tree share a quick kiss that makes Billy’s knees wobble.

“Text us when you’re done.” You’re trying to keep yourself under control, but it’s hard, your stomach is clenching.

“I can’t wait to give you your ‘well done shag’” Michael growls in his ear and, if Billy wasn’t so anxious, he might have gotten an instant hard on.

You two stare at his back as he walks towards the entrance, he’s wearing a new pair of jeans and a nicely pressed shirt, as a sign of good will.

“What do you think it’s going to happen?” You ask Michael, needing him to ground yourself.

“He’s going to need our help, because his brain will try to fuck with him, but he will manage in the end. As for the pub, he will manage. He’s far better than what he gives himself credit for.”

“One day we’ll meet his parents. Promise me you’ll help me not explode in their faces.”

“I can’t promise that.” He answers, opening one of his beloved candy bars. “But that day will be a very interesting one, of that I am sure.”

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#cringefail throuple #billy washington x reader x michael gavey #billy washington x y/n x michael gavey #michael gavey x reader #michael gavey x y/n #billy washington x reader #billy washington x y/n #michael gavey #billy washington

[lilabella12]

1300 - Day 1

Meet the Norwood family..... they live on a small farm in the outskirts of Windenburg, a fief of Lord Gilbert de Clare.

William inherited this farm from his father when he passed while William was just a child. He never had any siblings but found a responsible wife in Eva. She's happy when she is surrounded by people while her husband is the exact opposite.

Together they had 3 children who help out around the farm.

The youngest is Evan who is responsible for the chickens, even though his big brother keeps a watchful eye out... He knows that his little brother likes to cause mischief.

Evan turned 7 not too long ago and has developed some other interests.... He takes to archery quite well

Tara is the middle child of the family. She helps out with planting and harvesting in the garden but most of her time she spends out in the forest... The family doesn't really understands what draws her to it but Eva is always thankful for the supplies she brings home.

Finnian, the eldest son, mostly manages the crops and goes out hunting with his father when the pantry need filling. He has a really good relationship with his sister.

The year 1300 catches them a little bit off guard. They used up most of their supplies in the last winter and William goes out to hunt almost every day. Eva is worried that they will run short in a few days.

"Finnian, do you think you could run an errand down at the Bishops? I asked him to set aside some fish for storing and I just want to know if he has had any luck catching some.... I would do it myself but I'm feeling faint today."

"Of course mother, you should rest today. Don't worry, I wanted to talk to Emma anyway. We wanted to go to curch together before Easter."

When Finnian leaves, she lies done immeadiatly. She isn't feeling good lately, there were even a few fainting spells... If it doesn't get better she knows she need to go to the village doctor.

Finnian meanwhile has walked over to their neighbours, the Bishops. He's anxious about his mothers illness but happy that he can see his childhood friend, Emma.

"Sorry, but my father is out fishing today, he didn't catch much the last few days. I'll be happy to come by and bring some if he catches any."

"My mother is really worried, I think I'll just go there and ask him myself... or... We could go down to the river and try to catch some?"

"Sure, we can try... but don't be disappointed when we don't catch anything."

They don't catch anything but at least they had time to talk. For some time now Finnian is drawn to Emma's company but he can't quite put together why.... They decide to go to church together next week to pray for a good harvest at least.

But Finnian didn't need to worry. When Emmas father returns shortly after they get home, he shares a bountiful catch with him.

Emma watches him leave with a smile on her face. She's happy that he feels a bit calmer now.

When he comes home that evening, he's happy to see that his mother recovered somewhat she sits together with the neighbours who brought over some food so share.

"Look, Finnian, the neighbours brought some pheasants they hunted today, I can prepare it for tomorrow."

"That's nice, mother. The Bishops also had some fish to share. Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, love, thank you. Let me take those to the pantry."

The neighbours look at their exchange fondly.

"Well, Finnian, you've grown up to be quite the responsible young man. Eva, would you like me to bring over my daughter sometime? He should start to think about marriage soon."

Finnian smiles awkwardly and looks away. Emma's smiling face shows up in his mind.

#ultimate decades challenge #norwood legacy #1300 #the sims 4 #generation 0

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 37

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out. Be kind and friendly, and feel free to support me by donating a ko-fi if you’d like. Link is in my description!

Uninhabited Island - Cottage

Floyd: “I’m full, I’m full. What do we do after this? We still have time until sunset.”

Floyd: “Should we rest early? Or, do we want to get into Gantu’s place and quickly collect parts?”

Lilia: “No……Floyd. You’ve forgotten what’s important.”

Floyd: “What’s important?”

Lilia: “That’s right. Besides the campfire…no, more than the campfire!”

Lilia: “On an uninhabited island! On an island in the middle of summer! Here and now! There's something left to do!”

Floyd: “Eh, what is it? I feel like I already did most of the things on the beach…”

Lilia: “There are other things to do on the beach!”

Lilia: “SEA BATHING, SEA BATHING!”

Floyd: “Huh~? Sea bathing?”

Floyd: “Doesn’t that just mean swimming in the sea?”

Ace: “Well…that’s a vague way of saying it.”

Floyd: “I’ll pass. It’s fine if I’m catching fish, but there’s no fun in swimming in a human body that’s difficult to swim in.”

Azul: “I also don’t feel like doing that. Isn’t the sea dangerous for everyone, including us?”

Azul: “Unlike myself, all sea creatures are ruthless. It's not something you should go out of your way to enjoy.”

Lilia: “Wouldn’t it be nice if you could go with me without saying that? Show me how a mermaid swims.”

Azul: “…Lilia-san, you really want swim in the sea.”

Lilia: “Actually, I’ve never gone sea bathing before.”

Jack: “What, you’ve never swam before? You’ve never played in the sea even once?”

Lilia: “Nuh-uh. There’s nothing to block the sunlight in the sea. I’m not good with sunlight, so it’s difficult to stay active for long periods of time.”

Lilia: “That’s why I’ve been holding back until now…”

Lilia: “I can do that on this mysterious island without getting dizzy from the sun. I would love to play in the sea!”

Riddle: “Hm…actually, I also have never played in the sea.”

Riddle: “It may be a good experience to try it up to my shoulders once.”

Ace: “Trying it up to your shoulders. It’s not a hot spring.”

Grim: “Still, it’s much better to play in the sea than to seriously be working. I want to go, too!”

Ace: “Well, certainly... we’ve gathered enough food, and the cottage has been repaired, so maybe it's time to play?”

Stitch: *Whimpers*

Riddle: “Oh, Stitch. What’s wrong?”

Jack: “He was happily swallowing the fish a while ago, but suddenly he looked sad.”

Azul: “Stitch can’t swim.”

Lilia: “I thought he could do anything, but there are things even Stitch can’t do.”

Jack: “You might be able to overcome it with practice. It was the same for me and my younger siblings.”

Jack: “If you're motivated, we can teach you in the ocean...”

Stitch: *Growls*

Jack: “W-What!? He’s growling again. Do you hate swimming that much?”

Lilia: “Hmm. Rather than saying that he doesn’t like it, he may not be able to accept the water itself.”

Lilia: “Is there no water in space? Or, is it because of his molecular structure that it can’t live in water?”

Floyd: “It’s hard to say. But, his body isn’t made of stone or metal, is it?”

Floyd: “Why don't you just get in the water and try it out? I'll watch over you this time.”

Azul: “Stop trying to restrain him! If something were to happen to Stitch-san, we won’t be able to repair the spaceship.”

Floyd: “No. It's an uninhabited island surrounded by the sea, so it would be bad if he fell again like he did earlier.”

Floyd: “In that case, it's better to practice while you have someone to help you in case something happens, right?”

Jack: “WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH THINGS AT THIS TIME!?”

Stitch: *Growls*

Ace: “Wait a moment!”

To be continued…

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #lost in the book with stitch #translations not 100% accurate

[stephpuppet]

binge read your norrington/elizabeth fics and im OBSESSED. you briefly mentioned having an au in your head where james and jack are brothers — do you have any more thoughts about that? i’d never considered it before and now you’ve put the idea into my head i can’t escape it!!

Hi Anon! Thank you for the ask!

I really love the James & Jack dynamic in the film series because it's quite an unusual protagonist/antagonist dynamic (which one's which is up for discussion!). There is actually a fic on fanfiction.net where James and Jack are brothers, though I can't remember the title for the life of me, so it has been done before.

I'm going to spend too much time gushing about what I would do with the concept, so I'll put it below the cut to avoid clogging anyone's feed.

I haven't managed to put it in a fic yet but I really like the idea of James having a really poor relationship with his father. Because then you can play with the idea that James's career ambitions are either 1. a way to prove himself to a father who will never think he's good enough, 2. him trying to succeed to spite a father. If Jack is his older brother this adds in another interesting dynamic of there being a black sheep in the family that James is trying to escape the shadow of but is also somewhat envious of, because Jack has the freedom of not caring what other people think of him and also being very successful in his own right.

Focusing on Jack for a moment. I think that Jack is a character primarily defined by his selfishness and in the films we rarely see him do something that isn't at least a little self-serving and the moments where he does do something unselfish are really nice. I like the idea of Jack having someone that he does actually value above himself, because (as far as I'm aware), we don't ever see that in the films. Jack debates becoming Captain of the Flying Dutchman himself before ultimately giving it to Will, but it wasn't like he had his heart set on the idea. He votes for Elizabeth to be Pirate King, but doing so didn't do anything to his own chances - he wasn't going to get voted in. I want to see him truly sacrifice for someone else.

If I had ever been able to write this idea I think it would have gone something like this.

Curse of the Black Pearl happens as normal just with a touch more "I'm going to arrest my law-breaking brother because I am the GoodSon(TM) and he keeps flirting with my girlfriend" and "hey bro, long-time no-see, whoa what's with the hostility? anywho I have things to do, let's catch up later".

James still goes after Jack in Dead Man's Chest, still on the "I must prove myself to Parental Figure That Sincerely Does Not Give a Fuck" bandwagon. Hurricane happens, only this time Jack and the Pearl go back to fish him out of the water. Cue lots of James being "I hate you, you're the worst brother ever, please leave me to die" and Jack being "Idgaf, I love you and you're going to stay on my ship and I'm going to take care of you while you have your existential crisis/breakdown."

Will and Elizabeth individually turn up for their respective plotlines and Jack deals with them with James just in the background still in his emo-teenager "life is meaningless, woe is me" phase.

From here it gets a bit fuzzy. In this verse, James doesn't steal the heart and betray everyone because, despite all his very dramatic angst, he does actually appreciate that someone gives a shit about him. I think this is one of the tragic aspects of his character in the films - he doesn't have anyone that cares for him. Governor Swann kind of does but I imagine that relationship dissipates when James is no longer a prospective son-in-law. His men respect him but I imagine a lot of that again goes when first he loses the Interceptor and a load of men in the attack on the Isla de Muerta and then again when the Dauntless is sunk in the hurricane. Elizabeth ditches him for Will. He just doesn't have anyone.

That's why I really like the idea of Jack and James being brothers, because it can give James someone that will love him unconditionally and it can give Jack someone he values as more than just a means to an end and also (crucially) something that he can lose. If you think about it, all the consequences Jack faces in the films are temporary - he dies and comes back, he loses the Pearl and gains it again.

I'm not sure when or how it would happen, but I like the idea that James still dies (possibly at the end of Dead Man's Chest) and Jack just loses it. His motivations during At World's End change from the rather impersonal 'Save Piracy and Stop Davy Jones', to 'Find Someway to Get James Back and Fuck Everyone and Everything Else'. There's now a solid motivation for him to try to become Captain of the Flying Dutchman and I feel it would be really interesting to see him sacrifice his principles and screw over people he cares about to achieve his goal. Like all bets are off, the ends will justify the means. And not just his innocent "Yes I betrayed you but it all worked out in the end", but legit life-ruining, "we will never forget or forgive this" betrayals.

I like to think in the end Jack succeeds, potentially without having to become Captain of the Dutchman. Like maybe he's able to make some deal with Davy Jones (and/or the EITC??, prob not though). He gets James back but at some huge cost. Would be super interesting if Elizabeth ends up dying because of Jack's actions and he has to lie about it to James because he knows James wouldn't forgive him if he knew what he had done.

Anyway those are my extensive thoughts on the subject. I like the ideas but I'm not motivated enough to commit them to paper and write the fic.

#pirates of the carribean #james norrington #jack sparrow #potc au #potc fanfiction

[daniellesimagines]

Drunk in Love (Ashton Irwin)

word count: 584 requested by: uhhh myself lmao happy annual birthday imagine!!!! sorry it’s a lil late this year!!!!!! pronouns: she/her warnings: drunk ash, mentions of cheating  fandom: 5 seconds of summer  au type: regular summary: this isn’t the first time ashton has come home drunk after hanging out with his friends, but it is the first time he’s refused to get into bed with you to avoid upsetting his wife inspired by: @softanon (x) authors notes: im not dead, just unmotivated other parts: none

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You huffed as you finally got your boyfriend to the living room couch, taking a moment to catch your breath as he plopped down on the cushions. Ashton rarely let himself get too carried away while out drinking with the boys, but when he did, he was practically dead weight as he hung all over you when you picked him up from the club.

“Alright, Ash,” you sighed, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmm, no thank you,” he hummed, his eyes closed in content as he snuggled one of the couch pillows.

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I just can’t,” he insisted.

“Why not?”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “You’re really nice and thank you for taking care of me, but I have a wife.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you could feel your stomach drop – Ashton had a wife this whole time? You’d known him for what seemed like forever, and you never expected Ashton to be the kind of person to cheat in a relationship.

“Y-Your wife?” you forced yourself to ask.

But you weren’t at all prepared for Ashton’s answer.

“Her name’s Y/N,” he smiled, and your heart skipped again – he was talking about you? “She’s nice and caring and she loves our fish like they’re our actual babies and she smells like vanilla which is extra good because that’s my favorite smell so it means she’s my favorite smell,” he rambled, barely even stopping to take a breath, “And I love her and you’re really nice but I love her and I don’t want her to leave me because I love her so much.” You found yourself smiling softly – you never knew Ashton thought of you this way – and just accepted that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere near you until he sobered up.

“Okay, Ash,” you humored him, “Can I get you anything before you-” You cut yourself off when you heard him start snoring. “-fall asleep,” you chuckled to yourself, making your way to your bedroom so you get some sleep as well.

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The next morning, you walked down the hallway and into the living room, finding Ashton just now waking up. He blinked a few times to get used to the sunlight shining through the blinds, looking over when you giggled softly.

“Rough night?” you teased.

“Why was I sleeping on the couch?” he groaned, rubbing where his neck met his shoulder. You snickered softly with a shrug. 

“I tried to get you to come to bed, but you refused,” you sighed dramatically, “Something about how your wife wouldn’t appreciate you getting into bed with another woman.”

“Wife?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “What? No, baby, I’m not-”

“Her name is Y/N,” you began, trying not to smile when his eyes widened, “You told me all about how she’s a real sweetheart and the best wife and how you’re so happy you married her.”

“I did?” 

“Also said something about how you love that she smells like vanilla.”

“God, that’s so embarrassing,” he whined. 

“Hey, I thought it was cute,” you giggled, “Whoever she is, she’s a lucky lady.” 

Ashton rolled his eyes, his gaze following you as you walked over and planted yourself on his lap. His arms wound around your waist to keep you from sliding while your own rested on his shoulders so you could play with his hair. 

“Nice to know that even drunk, you’d never cheat on me,” you said, squealing when he started poking your sides.

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[rianafying]

this is not necessarily a happy journal entry but

i’ve had a lot of happy moments lately. and relief. also chaos but that’s nothing unusual, the happiness is. noticed something that made me upset just now. also opened bumble god knows why. i know fully well i don’t want to date, and yet, i opened bumble. it’s not like i have time to kill. in fact, i have no time. there’s so much stuff i’m meant to be doing. i just added a whole bunch of stuff to my master to do list. here comes the hyperventilation. i prayed the other day. i felt so bad that i prayed. can yall imagine how much anxiety it takes to get to a point where i genuinely broke down enough to beg god for help? but it means something. it means i have hope. it means i want things to get better. it means i feel it’s worth it. this is a start contrast to my indifference and disinterest in living last year. things are different now. i am different. nothing changes. everything changes. it feels like a cycle but also there’s something new about it. everytime i regain my will to life. you can’t force these things. it has a mind of its own. also going back to bumble, it’s such a waste of time for me and also it makes me feel a few things: 1) like dating is so strange, i don’t have it in me to do the whole ritual, it’s not organic, it feels forced, and superficial, it’s not for me, not for who i am right now. 2) it makes me think about aspects of myself that i have struggled a lot to make peace with, such as my appearance, my personality etc through the lens of others, like why would i ever subject myself to such torment, when i know i hate being perceived 3) i am too impatient and disinterested to send the first message or to wait for a response and then to carry on a conversation. there’s more points but ill just keep rambling for eternity. why am i even saying all this, why am i thinking so much about it, clearly this has struck something in me, since i feel so strongly about it and am desperately trying to make sense of it. the thing is. i like who i am. i like how things are going. that is not something i can say like ever. but can now. and i’m doing fine. and i do have the time. to be silly. to waste some. i don’t actually have to do the things, i just want to do them. and a break is never long enough to do everything i ever wanted to do. instead i’ll focus on the progress i’ve made, which is anything but little. i should be and i am extremely proud of myself. oh funny thing happened the other day, i accidentally splashed boiling water onto my face and chest when trying to break a bone in my stockpot. and i gave myself a pretty nasty burn that covers more than half my face. the left side. my left. your right. the side with the mole. anyway, so i dealt with it, i’ve been told to avoid exposing my face to the sun or heat in general. so ive been eating a lot of cold foods. and coincidentally watching that episode on gilmore girls where the dragonfly inn catches fire, and sookie can’t use the stoves until the insurance company pays for the contractor to fix them and she lists cold foods, all types of salads and carpaccios. i don’t eat raw meat/fish and i’m over my salad craze. i’m craving a hot roast chicken sandwich with cold tomatoes and zesty mayo on toasted brioche buns. the way i make it. i’m rlly hungry. and there is this lingering melancholy that just grows if i don’t address it every now and then.

for someone who is absolutely terrible at writing, i sure do write a lot. and this is technically writing. right?

even though things are better, i’m not yet okay. my mind still spins too fast. nothing sticks. i’m in distress because my friends are distress. how can we actually be happy if the ones we love are not. so many people so many attachments. it’s been a while since i’ve even had the mental capacity to care for others. i’m hungry as fuck. something is off, something feels bad. is it my hunger. is it my messed up sleep schedule. is it my perpetually cluttered room. is it the pressure of expectations. is it my godawful health, mental or physical. is it eternal.

i can’t fix everything. i can’t fix anything really. i can’t fix things at a rate fast enough to keep up with the pace of destruction. in this life there is too much to fight against. but also too much to fight for. at least i can take solace in the fact that it ends. which is not so much a fact to me as it is a hope. god forbid the heavens exist. i couldn’t take another minute of being, after i have been so relentlessly my whole life. i’m hungry. i’m scared. i’m hopeful. i’m apprehensive. always anticipating danger but never quite ready for it. nothing is ever right enough. except when i find a bit of poetry that changes the fabric of my being. maybe i just need to be receptive in case some poetry finds its way to little old me.

#personal #journal entry

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

k a lil thing for @newsiesfixation and @crutchie-69 love ya boys/p <3

prompt: "i was only defending myself."

eel hummed as he moved around the kitchen, some lullaby he had heard spot sing to his littles a few times.

"suil, suil, suil a run, suil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin, suil go doras agus ealaigh liom. is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan."

as he padded back to the stove to stir his stew, he heard the footsteps of his lover behind him.

"buonanotte, mi amore." he said over his shoulder, not looking up from his cooking as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a head tucked itself into his neck. a grin tugged at his lips. "hard day?" he said, bringing the hand that wasn't stirring the pot up to run his fingers through shoe's hair. a grumble came from the boy behind him, and his arms wrapped tighter around eel's waist.

"got a headache." shoe mumbled. the shorter boy clicked his tongue in sympathy as he finally put the spoon down and turned to embrace his lover. "mi dispiace, amore mio. do you want anything or just some silence?" eel kept one hand on shoe's back as he reached up between them to loosen the tie at the other's neck, unbuttoning the first button at his neck.

the brunet grumbled, and pulled eel close again as his boyfriend laughed. "okay big guy, lets get you to the couch, hm?" he guided shoe towards the door, when behind him the kitchen door flew open with a bang.

"-and the same to ya mother, you son of a-" the raven-haired hurricane that launched itself into the kitchen shouted outside.

"charles britney penelope cooper." eel said sharply. dimes' mouth shut mid-shout as he turned to face the older boys, brow furrowing as he saw them entwined. "who in the name of maria la madre de dio are you yelling at? youse knows if ya got trouble, i'll handle it." zeke's eyes widened as he took in the scuffed up state of his son baby brother young friend. "and why is youse covered in bruises? what the hell is youse doin'?"

dimes opened and closed his mouth, looking rather like a fish with his eyes wide as they flicked between eel and shoe.

"is you's sweethearts?" he finally exploded.

shoe immediately tried to step back from his lover but eel put a hand on his waist and pulled him back. "and if we is? 's not what we's talkin' bout here, bub. who are you shouting at, and why do ya look like ya got run over by a carraige?" dimes shuffled his feet and fiddled with the tie hanging from his collar.

"charlie-"

"i'se was shoutin' at some punks from the bronx, okay?" he said, hating the way his given name sounded in ezekiel's mouth.

" from the bronx? you knows we's queens, right?" eel said, disbelieving. dimes fought the urge to roll his eyes as he glanced skeptically between the two older boys.

"yeah, i do, but-" dimes started before eel cut him off.

"so why's you covered in cuts n bruises, huh?" he asked.

dimes stomped his foot, trying to get him to listen. "i told ya, they's punks! an i was only defending myself. you should see how they looks." he crossed his arms sulkily across his chest, looking at his shoes as eel huffed a disbelieving laugh. "uhuh, i'm sure your five-foot-even-ninety-pound ass got some real good sluggers in."

dimes gaped, getting frustrated. "they followed me here! they said- they said my pa- they said he didnt want me and that's why he's gone." the short fourteen year old looked like he was eight in that moment as he shrank into himself. seeing this, eel immediately felt horrible as he let go of shoe and kneeled in front of dimes.

"hey. dimes. charlie, look at me, buddy." he ducked his head to catch the watery grey irises of the boy in front of him. "hey. you never. never. listen to what those punks have gotta say, y'hear me? they're just tryna rile ya up, and you 'n i both know that ain't true. ya pops loved ya, i knows it. if he didn't, he wouldn'ta gotten ya this tie, huh?" eel brought the tie up so dimes would look at it, rubbing the silky blue material between his fingers for emphasis. dimes nodded as a tear ran down his dirty cheek.

eel wiped it away, keeping his hand on the younger boy's face as he spoke softly. "buddy, you know that ya pop loved ya, and even though he ain't here right now, youse got me 'n shoe, alright? i will never-" he poked dimes' chest with his other hand. "-ever leave youse, okay? neither of us will. youse the best gambler we got! if we let ya wander off too often, who would cheat all the guys outta their money?" that got a watery chuckle out of the grey eyed kid, bringing a smile to eel's face.

"if they ever- ever bother youse again, ya tell me, alright?" dimes nodded, sniffing as eel pulled him into an awkward hug, as he was still on his knees, and dimes was slightly taller than he was the last time they did this. but neither let go, despite their discomfort.

"m sorry i said that, kiddo. i'm sure ya can throw a real good punch." eel whispered into dimes' ear, smiling. dimes laughed, pulling back and twisting the strap of his bag. eel stayed kneeling in front of him, making sure he was really ok now. dimes looked up and made eye contact with him and smiled slightly, before catching sight of shoe behind him, and frowning again. "so- so youse are really sweethearts?" he mumbled.

eel flushed and chuckled as he stood up to lean on the table again. "yeah, we is. youse okay with that?" the small dark haired boy said nothing. "aww, c'mon, its shoe, dimes. shoe. you love shoe." eel wheedled, seeing the hesitance. his eyebrows sunk lower on his face as he walked past the two of them to go out to the common area. eel put a hand on his chest before he could leave. "bub. what's wrong."

dimes brushed the hand off, shuffling towards eel and giving shoe a wary stink eye. "if- if ya start bein sweet, then you- then..." he trailed off, swaying nervously. "then what, dimes?" shoe asked. dimes frowned again, pressing himself against eel's side. "then- then eel won't spend no more time with me." he whispered, barely audible. eel grabbed his shoulder and brought him in front to face shoe and talking into his ear. "buddy, what'd i just promise ya?"

"that you wouldn't leave." dimes mumbled dejectedly.

"uhuh. and that means ever, ya know that?"

he nodded, looking at shoe still.

"just because me n' shoe're together now, don't mean i care bout you any less, okay? i will always cheat at cards with you, or scam people on the streets, alright? ya just gotta ask."

dimes turned around and hugged the brunet boy, burying his face in his shirt. "oh- okay, yep, okay i'm not gonna cry this is fine." eel patted dimes' back, blinking hard.

"i don't wanna share you." eel heard between sobs.

"buddy, ya don't hafta. i'll only spend a little more time with shoe, alright? nothin else'll change, i swear."

dimes looked up at eel, eyes watery. "swear on ya ma?" he whispered.

eel laughed and ruffled the black haired boy's head. "swear on my ma's left buttock, kiddo." he gently pried dimes off of his torso and pushed him towards the door slightly. "go tell the boys finner's near ready, k?" dimes wiped his eyes as he nodded, walking out the door.

shoe looked at eel as the other watched fondly after the raven haired boy.

"you really love him, don't you? he's like your son."

eel sputtered, but didnt deny it. "well, if he's my son-which he isn't!-then he's yours now, too, harv." he said, smiling as e walked over and wrapped his lover in a hug. "sorry i had ta tell him we'se together." he said into the taller boy's neck. shoe shook his head. "was bound to happen anyway. better he heard it from us and not from a rumor." eel chuckled and shook his head, drawing back slightly. "that's that voice of reason i love." he pressed a kiss to his lover's lips, only pulling away when the stew started to bubble on the stove.

RAAAH THIS WAS SO FUN

i didnt cry writing this you did

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[wandering-spaghetti]

Cheap Adventures & Elusive Prey

Picture it, 2016, a couple of poor young people move in together just starting out our independent, grown up (or so we thought) lives and a fish we didn't know existed.

We were both working blue collar jobs and not making a lot, but also putting a teenager (my cousin) through school, including JROTC and FFA . Money was tight and we didn't have a lot extra to go out and do your typical fun things like movies or eating out. What we ended up doing in most of our free time was riding dirt roads on our way home from work. Ths evolved into stopping at every creek along the way to see if we could catch fish. You wouldn't catch us without fishing poles in the vehicle that summer!

And there we discovered one of our favorite things to do. Even now, eight years later and a lot better off you can still catch us creek fishing multiple times a year, especially in the summer. Fishing was fairly cheap for us to do and it was always so much fun because you never knew what you would catch. And finding new fishing spots was a challenge when we had the extra gas to ride around.

Several weeks into our fishing adventures I was talking to a coworker about some of our fishing experiences and he asked me if we had caught any Redfin Pike. I had never heard of such a fish so I was intrigued and asked him what it was and why they were special. According to him, Redfin Pike is a special kind of creek fish that is really hard to catch. They are elusive and don't bite just anything that drops into the water, they are also big fighters when you hook them despite being a small fish. They only get about 12 inches long. According to my coworker and other old timers I have spoken to apparently they are quite good to eat, talked about as a "chicken of the creek". He talked about them like they were almost a mythical fish. A unicorn, so to speak.

Part of what makes them hard to find is that they only thrive in running water, so many of the streams and creeks they used to flourish in have dried up or have been redirected to the point that they don't flow enough to be a suitable habitat for Redfin Pike.

My coworker also told me that they were bloodthirsty fish and that to catch them you would want to use a lure or other bait with red on it to resemble an open wound.

That was all it took, we were on a mission. A mission to find a unicorn. I mean, a Redfin Pike.

Armed with our favorite fishing gear and some new things we splurged on for this special fish, we headed out to some of our favorite spots. It took us a few weeks but eventually we did find a good fishing hole that was, if not teeming, then definitly well stocked with Redfn Pike.

What surprised us though is that we did not catch the first ones off anything red as we had been hearing that Pike loved. We caught the first ones on a blue crappie grub while we were trying to catch Warmouths at a creek that ran through a friend's property. We were so surprised that it took us a minute to realize that we had finally caught a Redfin Pike!

They were everything we had been told and so much fun to catch. We went to that same fishing spot several days later and were able to catch a few more on a lure that is a favorite of my husband's, he has caught everything from Largemouth Bass to tiny Breem, and yes, Redfin Pike.

Picture below of my husband, so proud of catching a fish we had spent weeks trying to find, and our biggest catch to date.

To this day we haven't eaten one of these so I can't speak for the taste but they are every bit as fun to catch as they are reputed to be. If you ever have the opportunity to fish in a creek in Georgia, be sure to keep an eye out for our elusive friend the Redfin Pike.

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[mysicklove]

1.It's such a peculiar feeling, I'm an outdoorsy guy. I drink my coffee black. Work on my car, love working with my hands and fishing but when we play it's like all that fades away. I lose any need to prove myself and it's freeing. Lol as dumb as it sounds I just kinda melt.

2.Overstimulation is great! It's the perfect mix of pleasure/pain. Depending how it's done it can be soooo incredible. Being assaulted by multiple sensations, not being able to decipher what feels the best and worst. Your mind literally can't process it all and goes into a haze where everything just blends. Lol I'm a big fan

3.Mmmm I don't really "see" her it's kind of a feeling more than an idea. It's someone I feel safe with, someone I trust and I do mean TRUST. Someone I would go to nearly any length to make happy. It's like I'm not looking for a dom I'm looking for a best friend.

4.It 100% can be, you can rapidly find yourself doing something you don't want or feel not right with. But that's the importance of trust in situations and relationships like these. All I have to say are two words and I know she would drop anything and everything and make sure I'm okay. I've also experienced it to where as things are happening I'm okay with them but once I'm out of that fog it hits you and that is just as scary. This is why aftercare is soooo important.

5.YES! it goes along with the submission like its yet another layer of me giving in and giving her full control. Tie me up put a blindfold on and do whatever you want to me. It drives me wild and I think the power trip does it for her too.

6. I've personally never got the whole leather or latex "thing" maybe because it gives a slightly bad guy/girl in charge feel. If she likes it go ahead but it's not a positive or negative in my mind.

7. If she really wanted to try maybe. I'd be more apt to having a more dominant person with her than another sub at her beck and call with me. Sounds weird but I'd much rather be her only sub.

8. It's 100% different. It's so much more in depth I guess you could say? The build up is completely different and once you finally do get there you are riding wave after wave of pleasure. From what people have said it's pretty similar to how the opposite gender feels orgasms.

9. Definitely NOT a myth. Not to go into to much detail but I had experienced my first about a week or two ago and it was insane! I wrote about it on my page if you are at all interested.

10.Oh boy. This topic always makes me blush. They are the most infuriating thing ever. And yet something about it deep down does something to me not just physically but mentally. Putting it on or better yet having her put it on and seeing that lock click never fails to give me chills. It's a full submittal to their will. Even if at that point I wanted to play with "it" I can't and something in my head LOVES relinquishing that power. It makes me instantaneously feel subby. It takes the whole concept of you can look but not touch idea and ramps it up 1000%. Once it's on its hers. She decides if she wants it played with or not and it's a rush.

11. Turn ons that really get me? First and foremost are marking like hickeys or bite marks, let everyone who happens to catch a glimpse of them know that I'm yours. Edging and denial are way up there too, the buildup compounding on itself over and over are so intense and it drives me wild. Lastly audio, whisper into my ear all the fucked up things you want to do to me, tell me I'm a good boy, tell me what your going to do in detail. I LOVE the sound of my doms voice especially when she gets into it. Her tone changes her voice gets ever so slightly deeper and it never fails to make me feel more subby.

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[xerinic]

If I Could Write Netflix's Avatar Episode 2

So here is part 2. I have to work double time now since I've officially put myself behind by an episode. So here's episode 2:

The Boy In the Iceberg

This episode will start out with Katara practicing her waterbending alone in the abandoned Fire Nation ship. She's barely able to get a drop of water up. She gets spooked when Sokka suddenly scares her from behind. He chastises her for being here when no one is allowed near this ship. Katara says it's the only place where she can practice her waterbending, to which Sokka says waterbending is a waste of her time, and he drags her along to the fishing boat to get some food.

In the boat, Sokka and Katara are attempting to fish, Sooka almost spears one, and Katara tries to help with waterbending, only for the water to splash Sokka, scaring the fish away. This prompts an argument on whether Katara should just forget about ever waterbending. Sokka shuts her down by saying arguing now won't help the village get food, which makes Katara reluctantly shut her mouth for now.

They get caught in a rapids, which has their boat crash into an iceberg. To their horror, the boat is floating out of their reach into the ice cold water. Sokka starts breaking off pieces of ice and tries to throw them to cause the water to push the boat back towards them. Katara once again tries to help by waterbending, only for Sooka to blow a gasket. he yells at Katara about how her bending never has and never will do anything good. If it wasn't for waterbending, mom and dad would still be around.

This is the last straw for Katara, and she lets loose all of the anger she had been holding back. she calls Sokka sexist, immature, and full of himself. How dare he blame Katara for the Fire Nation raid! if she could, she'd drown Sokka in the ice water right now for saying such a thing.

As she's saying all of this, the ice beneath them cracks with each outburst Katara has. Sokka tries to stop her, but Katara says she's done holding her anger in for Sokka's sake. Dad may have left him in charge, but there's a reason he didn't take Sokka with him, and they both know why that is. This final insult is emphasized with the iceberg cracking open, and a small bald child falling towards them after he emits a giant blue light.

Of course, this blue light catches the attention of a certain Fire Nation ship, no changes there.

After the boy falls to their feet, the cracking of the iceberg causes the boat to float back to them. Sokka grabs it, dejectedly saying they need to get back to the village. Sokka weakly objects to taking the boy with them, but Katara fiercely states they're taking the kid. Sokka weakly relents.

As Sokka steers the boat home, Katara watches over the boy, he momentarily wakes up, looking into Katara's eyes, though he quickly falls unconscious again.

They get back, put the boy in a bed, and Katara takes it upon herslef to watch over him, Sokka goes off to train the kids of the village in preparation for a Fire Nation attack. It is here that Aang wakes up proper, and introduces himself to Katara.

Gran Gran makes her first appearance, and recognized Aang as an Air Nomad. Aang confirms this, and Gran Gran mentions how no one has seen an Air Nomad in a long time. Aang simply says they probably just haven't come down here in a while. He then says since he's the first one here in a while, could he see the place. Gran Gran says there isn't much to Wolf cove these days, but Katara can still show him around. This where we see Sokka trying to coral a bunch of young kids into training exercises, unlike in NATLA, he isn't very good at it.

The kids start playing with Aang, which he takes a lot of fun in. Once he's done, he asks Katara to go penguin sledding with him, but she says the penguins have gone extinct due to the Fire Nation raids. When Aang questions what she means, Katara takes him to the abandoned Fire Nation ship. This is where Aang learns Katara's a waterbender, and he mentions that the only way for her to get better is to find a teacher. Katara mentions there are no other waterbenders in the South Pole because of the Fire nation raids. Aang once again is confused. Why would the Fire Nation raid this place?

That's when Katara explains the war that has been going on for 100 years. Aang is baffled by this and says that's impossible, there was no war going on before he got frozen. This leads Katara to deduce that the only way for that to make sense is for Aang to have been frozen for the entire 100 years of the war. Aang is devastated to learn this, worrying about everyone he ever knew. This suddenly causes him to remember Appa, who he pulls out his bison whistle and blows on it.

Elsewhere, having mostly thawed out of the iceberg, Appa hears the whistle and breaks out of the remaining ice, flying to Aang. This is seen by Prince Zuko, who orders the ship to follow that flying bison. Even Uncle Iroh is in shock at seeing a sky bison. Zuko uses this to force iroh to teach him more advance firebending sets, which Iroh has been reluctant to do since Zuko has yet to master the basic forms. Iroh finally relents given the new circumstances.

Appa reaches Aang, who has returned to the village with Katara, he happily hugs him and introduces him to Katara. Suddenly, black snow begins to fall to which Katara suddenly goes still. Sokka runs up furious. He says he knew Aang was a spy, his big flying furball has led the Fire nation right to there village. This is what he gets for letting Katara guilt trip him into bringing an outsider into the village. Sokka tells Gran Gran to take Katara and the kids and hide, while he prepares to defend the village himself. Gran Gran grabs both AAng and Katara and has them stay inside a tent.

Zuko arrives in full armor, and Sokka goes out to meet him. Zuko demands the Avatar, an airbender who does not belong among them. Sokka challenges Zuko to single combat, Zuko accepts and easily wipes the floor with the boy. Katara, watching her last close family member about to be struck down by a firebender, yells out and causes snow to blind Zuko. This allows Sokka to get a clean hit to Zuko's legs in. Zuko orders his men to burn the village in retaliation, only for Aang to step out and blow the flames away.

Zuko realizes Aang is the Avatar, and calls Aang out, when Aang confirms he is, both Sokka and Katara are taken aback. A brief fight between Zuko and Aang takes place, however Aang quickly surrender for the villages safety. Zuko agrees and takes Aang into custody.

As Aang and Zuko board the ship, Iroh looks on, stating that he never thought the day would come when he'd ever see the Avatar. Much less an airbender. Zuko gloats that he told Uncle he'd find him. He then orders a coarse for the Fire Nation.

We then see Katara packing her things in a hurry. Sokka confronts her, but Katara angrily says Sokka can’t stop her. Sokka says, yes he can, before elaborating that he can stop her from leaving alone, showing the fishing boat from earlier packed and ready to go. Katara is surprised Sokka would do this, and Sokka says if the kid was willing to get captured to save their village, least they can do is free him.

Gran Gran shows up, saying that for the first time in since the old raids, she has hope again for the future. The Avatar has returned in their little village, and since Sokka and Katara found him, it must be their destiny to go with him. Gran Gran gifts Katara the only surviving relic of South Pole waterbending, a single scroll depicting waterbending forms. She tells Katara there’s no longer any point in hiding her waterbending. They all hug, saying they love each other, and Sokka goes to get in the boat. Katara says they won’t catch the Fire Nation in a fishing boat. When Sokka asks her if she has a better idea, Katara smiles, and Sokka quickly begins to say no.

Cut to Sokka screaming as Appa flies through the sky.

Cut to Aang in the cell. Have the scene with him and Iroh play out as normal, but extend it a little bit. When Aang asks him what Iroh believes, he responds by saying he believes that there has been enough death, and he simply wishes for a swift end to the war. Aang says can agree on that, to which Iroh withdraws.

Aang escapes and finds Zuko’s book like in the episode, but not his staff. Because Zuko is standing in he doorway holding it asking Aang, “Looking for this?” Zuko then goes to explain how he’s read that an airbender’s staff helps them channel their airbending. Zuko gloats that Aang not having it gives Zuko the edge.

The scene then cuts to the hallway, where we see Zuko get blown into the wall due to airbending. He drops the staff, which Aang picks up as he run away. Zuko orders his men to open fire on Aang. Aang shows off his airbending mastery by masterfully evading and juking every single crew member who attacks Aang. Until he opens his glider and soars off of the ship. Zuko’s crew attempts to shoot him down, to no avail. Zuko catches up, take his shot, and manages to knock Aang out of the sky, only for Appa to show up as Sokka grabs Aang as he’s falling. Zuko sees this, and takes another shot at Appa. Katara is able to steer Appa away from the brunt of it, but Appa still takes minor burns to his legs. As Sokka pulls Appa up, Katara, angry at Appa getting burned, angrily throws her hands around in the air. This causes one of the nearby icebergs to crumble at the edge, causing a mini avalanche. The falling ice falls into the bow of Zuko’s ship, damaging it too much for them to immediately pursue them. Much to Zuko’s enragement.

The new trio (quad if you count Appa) sit down and have a talk. Aang asks why them came for him, and the siblings say they would never leave behind someone who protected their village. Katara says they won’t be able to return home now, as the Fire Nation will be looking for them. Sokka says it’s a big price to pay, but Katara reassured him that he gets to roll some Fire Nation heads this way. But now the siblings ask Aang a question. Why didn’t he tell them he was the Avatar.

To this, Aang has only this to say.

“Because, rather than be Aang the Avatar, I would’ve been much happier just being Aang, the boy in the iceberg. But I guess, that was never my decision to make.”

**The End**

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Ship with... M'zhet Tia

[[First, I think we should all count ourselves lucky that I remembered who M'zhet Tia was. Second it was through re-familiarizing myself with his character for this that I finally realized M'zhet IS JUST CATBOY-IFIED RED XIII FINAL FANTASY VII OTL. I also told myself that this one would be way Shorter than the Cid one but... it's actually longer... I tried to edit it but I go]]

From the "Send Me a Character and I'll Describe a Ship Between Them and My OC" ask meme!

| Cid | M'zhet | Lahabrea

M’zhet broke the surface of the water with a gasp, thrashing wildly and flinging water in all directions as he struggled to right himself without losing his grip on his spear. His shaggy hair was plastered in dark streaks to his forehead, the longest bits falling in front of his eyes and obscuring his vision.

“Well you’re never going to catch anything like that!” His companion chided from the shore. He was thankful his back was to her so she couldn’t see the way his cheeks darkened.

“I almost had it!” He yelled back. Well, “almost” might have been charitable, but he was confident that she was far enough away that she wouldn’t have been able to see him miss the fish by a yalm. UGH! He just wanted to catch one fish. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?! He had watched her do it so many times. So. Many. Times.

He scowled down at the now empty water below him.

“Well, all of your splashing has probably scared the rest of the fish away, so why don’t you come back to shore and take a break?” She called.

He groaned in frustration but knew that she was probably right. He could detect no more movement in the crystal-clear depths of the Ruby Sea around him. Oh well. His arms were getting tired from all of the swimming and thrusting and throwing, anyway. Pushing his hair up and out of his face with the heel of his free hand, he turned and started the short swim back to the beach.

When he waded inland, he found Z’rhiki lying on her back in the sand, propped up on her elbows, sunning herself. She opened her eyes when she heard him slump down next to her.

“You were doing pretty well before you realized I was watching,” She commented with a knowing grin that made him bristle with embarrassment.

“My arms were getting tired!”

“Well, you were out there for a long time.” She agreed. He didn’t know how to respond to that, so he simply sat there, catching his breath. When he didn’t speak again, she shoved herself upwards into a sitting position, folding her legs in front of her. “You don’t need to try so hard to impress people,” She said, voice softer than before. Or maybe he was imagining that.

Water dripped from his hair to his face, and he scrubbed it away with the back of his hand. “Well-“ He hesitated. His face felt hot, though not from the sun beating down on them. “Well, what am I supposed to do if I want to impress someone, then?” He blurted out the words slightly too quickly for them to sound casual like he had intended.

She stifled a giggle with the back of her hand – thankfully not a mocking one.

“Well, I can’t say I would recommend spearfishing.”

He groaned and let his upper body fall backwards into the sand. “We can’t all be good at everything, you know?”

She stretched one leg out and brought the other up to rest her arm on her knee. “I’m not good at everything,” She pointed out. “I’m good at spears, and I’m good at fishing. That’s only, like, two things.”

“Sure.” He could probably think of at least a dozen more things she was good at if he tried, but he decided to let it go.

Why did she even invite me here?

The question had been on his mind since… well, since she had invited him. She was the bloody Warrior of Light and he was just… M’zhet Tia, weakest member of the M Tribe. Future Nunh, he corrected himself. His name might not command much respect now, but someday it would! Why shouldn’t the Warrior of Light invite him personally to join her on her Eastern Sojourn?

Because she probably thinks I’m pathetic, the treacherous voice in his head unhelpfully supplied. But no! He couldn’t think like that! She had asked him, hadn’t she? If only because, according to her, she had already asked M’naago and then J’ohlmyn, but neither could spare the time away from their duties. Still, the greatest hero in Eorzea must know lots of people, so if he thought about it that way, third choice wasn’t bad at all!

Though… thinking back to the night before, he couldn’t help but wonder exactly how much her plans had changed from when she had first invited M’naago….

“Oh, don’t sulk Zhet!” She swatted his arm playfully. “Since we’re taking a break anyway, why don’t we have a snack? I’m starving.”

Zhet was it, now?

Some food didn’t sound half bad, actually. He hadn’t realized how hungry he had gotten until she mentioned it, but now the sensation was impossible to ignore. He sat up, brushing off the sand clinging to the back of his head and ears. His gaze traveled to the large basket of fish sitting near the waterline, the product of her own efforts. “Are we going to cook up one of those?”

“What? Ew, no! Why would we do that?” She made a face and pretended to gag,

“Wait, you don’t like fish?” He blinked as his mind put the pieces together. Or rather, didn’t, because they didn’t fit together. “Then why did you want to go spearfishing?!”

She shrugged, evidently not bothered by the obvious contradiction. “Because it’s fun. Don’t worry, I was planning on giving the basket to the villagers in Isari, or maybe the Kojin, so these poor little fishies won’t have given their lives for nothing! You can have one if you want, I guess. But go somewhere way over there to cook it – I can’t stand the smell.”

“I-I see.” He didn’t. “Do they, uh, teach dragoons how to fish with their spears? Is that how you learned?”

A beat passed. Then she burst into a fit of laughter, not even trying to disguise it this time, He didn’t think the question was that stupid, but apparently she thought it was hilarious. “No, they don’t. That’s hysterical though! Imagine taking a bunch of Ishgardian dragoons with a spear up their ass on a trip to the ocean. Gods, I should ask Estinien that question. I bet he’d try to do it in his armor…” He watched as she composed herself, relapsed into giggles, and then finally caught her breath. “In all seriousness, though, I didn’t learn from the dragoons, or even the Lancer’s Guild in Gridania. My friend, Govv, taught me, actually. He’s a sahagin.”

“Of course he is.” M’zhet replied flatly. Why should he be surprised, at this point? He’d already met some of her other friends: Alpa, the ananta, Kabuto, the kojin, and several Namazu whose names he couldn’t quite remember. “You do keep strange company,”

“Well, I suppose you would know,” she teased, climbing to her feet. “In any case, I brought something way better than stinky old fish for us to eat.”

He watched curiously as she dragged over the large pack she had brought with them on the boat that ferried them from Kugane. She grappled with an item inside of it for a second or two before pulling out something large, round, and green. She presented it proudly. “Ta-da!”

“Um, what’s that?” He asked. Whatever it was, it wasn’t native to Gyr Abania. Of that, he could be certain. He’d foraged almost every edible plant that grew in the fringes – and a handful of non-edible ones early on, too.

Her gaze flicked to the green sphere, then back to him. “It’s a melon!” She declared with the same level of enthusiasm as before. “An Allagan melon, actually! I asked around in Kugane when I was buying supplies this morning, and the grocer said that these are a popular choice for picnics at the beach in the summer!”

M’zhet nodded. That made sense, he supposed. He regarded the melon’s smooth, unbroken exterior. “Did you bring a knife or something to cut it with?”

“Sort of. I did bring a knife.” She grinned, “But that’s the fun part! Apparently, when you’re at the beach you’re not supposed to cut it open. You just… hit it real hard! With a stick or something, Until it breaks open!”

“Really?” His ears perked up. That sounded like it could be fun. He may not be able to hit a fish swimming through the water, but a large, stationary melon seemed much easier. She tossed something in his direction – a smooth stick he had earlier in the day assumed was part of her spearfishing equipment – and he was barely able to raise his arm in time to prevent it from hitting him in the face.

“Sorry!” She had already moved on to spreading out a small square of tarp to place the melon on and didn’t seem particularly sorry. He clamored to his feet, trying awkwardly to wipe off the wet sand sticking to the backs of his legs, and joined her looking down at the melon.

She glanced up at him, grinned, and took a few steps back. “Well, have at it!”

“What? You want me to go first?”

“Well it won’t be any fun if I go first, now will it?” She snickered. “Besides, you said you wanted to impress someone, right? Maybe you could impress them by smashing open an Allagan melon with a stick!”

Is that really all that impressive? It seemed like a highly situational talent, at best. But maybe it was a good place to start. That was something he had learned from M’razh Nuhn’s lessons – start small and work your way up.

Alright! He could do this! Energized with his new resolve, he adjusted his grip on the stick. “You might want to stand a little further back,” He declared. “I wouldn’t want you to get covered in melon pieces with how hard I hit this thing!”

“Ooh, good idea!” She took a few more steps back. “You know, I was told you’re actually supposed to do this blindfolded, but that, um, seemed like a bad idea.”

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“F-Finally!” M’zhet staggered, almost collapsing to his knees. If his arms had been tired before, they were burning now. Just what was that thing made of? And when did it get so hot out? The fatigue, though, could do nothing to dampen his spirits as he stood triumphantly in front of the partially caved-in melon. Z’rhiki was clapping for him from her place in the sand – she must have sat down at some point – having dutifully cheered him on even as his attempt stretched out into minutes. He could have sworn the thing kept moving …

“Congratulations!” She beamed at him, somehow managing to not sound at all patronizing. He bowed with a flourish. If she didn’t share his enthusiasm, he thought, she was certainly good at faking it. While he caught his breath she scrambled back to her bag and returned with a knife, which she used to cut free a large slab of melon. She offered it to him, but he waved her off.

“All yours, my lady!” He said with a wide grin. “If I could borrow your knife, though…”

She offered it to him, and he hacked off his own hunk of melon flesh. It was surprisingly… wet. And he hadn’t expected the inside to be so red.

Z’rhiki settled back into the sand and took a bite of her melon, looking out at the water. He followed her lead, biting into his own. He could see the appeal. It was sweet, but surprisingly refreshing after the day’s exertions.

He dropped himself into the sand next to her and took another bite. “You know,” He said, still chewing, “That was pretty good training, when you think about it! I should tell M’rahz about it!”

She turned her face towards him, and, though she still wore a small smile, he couldn’t help but feel that he had said the wrong thing. Something shifted behind her eyes, though he couldn’t put into words what it was.

They sat in silence for a while, eating and staring out into the waves, before she said, “This has been fun, right?” Her voice was as jovial as ever. Maybe the change in mood had been all in his head.

Fun? That was certainly one word for it. The past day and a half felt like a dream – every moment flowing smoothly into the next until he actually put any thought into it, at which point the memories collapsed into a jumble of disjointed scenes that didn’t quite make sense. Stepping off the boat onto the pier, his knees buckling at the sudden transition onto solid land. The shouting of dozens of stall minders and shopkeepers as they weaved through the streets. Her tucking a few strands of his hair back with nimble fingers, pinning a jade green ornament in place next to the rest of his braids, and declaring that it suited him with her face just a little too close to his. The hiss of food on a skillet, the smell of oil and spices, and the burn of alcohol in the back of his throat. The night illuminated by the orange glow of paper lanterns and the light pouring out of bars and restaurants. Her kissing him in the shadows just outside of all of that light, the feeling of the  cool stone of the wall against his back through his clothes. The deafening pounding of his own heart. Had that really happened? He had been drinking - maybe he had imagined it. Or maybe it was a drunken mistake. He had been drinking and so had she. He could taste it in her mouth, but the intensity in her eyes in the dim light of the inn room made him question just how intoxicated she really was. Or maybe he had imagined that, too.

“Yeah,” He said, finally catching up to his present self. “It’s been fun.”

He bit the last bit of watery flesh off the melon rind and leaned back into the sand once again. He closed his eyes and took a moment to bask in the feeling of sunlight warming his skin. Waves lapped at the rhythmically against the shore and somewhere in the distance he heard the caw of a circling gull. He sighed, contentedly. When he opened his eyes, she was looking at him again. The sun had drifted lower in the sky, Maybe that’s what made this smile look so bright.

“This is great,” He mused. “I almost don’t want to go back.”

“Almost?”

The question, as simple as it was, carried its own gravity. For some reason, it felt like the most important question he had ever been asked. For an instant, he was back in the inn room again, with her looking down at him with that same intensity, one of her hands tangled in his hair. He blinked and he was lying on the beach again. She was still watching him. The seconds seemed to yawn into a chasm between them until he had no idea how long the silence had lasted.

“Yeah,” He finally said. “Almost.

So, long story long, I feel like this ship is kind of a non-starter, for a couple of reasons. The big one is that M'zhet's life goal is to become the Nunh of the M Tribe. Even when he realizes he doesn't have to "reclaim" the title on behalf of his father, he still chooses to pursue his dream of becoming Nunh, just with a different reason and through less adversarial channels.

Z'rhiki, on the other hand, Does Not Vibe with Sunseeker culture. She has absolutely no desire to be part of a Seeker clan. She doesn't necessarily think the traditional Seeker family structure is bad for everyone, everywhere, all the time, but she knows it's not for her. She doesn't like the rigid gender roles or the real lack of agency "female" Sunseekers have in their own lives. They're all expected to reproduce with the tribe's Nunh (or, at least, that's how it seems) and raise children, and they don't even usually have a say in choosing the Nunh - he's either appointed by the previous Nunh or defeats the old Nunh in physical combat. You're essentially expected to have sex with whoever is strong enough to beat up your dad. And, while she's not at all opposed to some polyamory, the idea of sharing her appointed spouse with potentially dozens of other women doesn't really strike Rhiki as particularly romantic. It's just not for her.

So, even if they were to initiate some sort of romantic relationship, it would have a hard end-date of the day M'zhet finally deposes M'rahz. One or both might be able to delude themselves into thinking that it doesn't, but there's really no way around it. If they were to stay together, either Z'rhiki would have to join the M Tribe (or at least be okay with M'zhet fathering children with however many members of the M Tribe there are at that point) or M'zhet has to give up on the goal he's been working towards his whole life. Even if he would consider it, I'm not sure Rhiki would want to be the one to take that away from him - especially if she really does care about him.

With that in mind, it seems unlikely, but not impossible, that Z'rhiki and M'zhet would even end up in a relationship. Unlike with most NPCs, I don't think it's that unbelievable that M'zhet might have a romantic interest in Rhiki - he clearly has a crush on J'ohlmin, so female miqo'tes that are more competent than he is does seem like his type. And I don't think Rhiki dislikes M'zhet at all - he definitely has some endearing qualities: he's funny, he's dedicated, he's tenacious, and he doesn't let failure stand in his way. He's even willing to admit when he was wrong and change his behavior accordingly. That being said, I don't know that M'zhet really doesn't do that much to distinguish himself from all of the other generally-likeable people in Rhiki's life. He definitely experiences some character growth through finding out the truth about his father, but he's still kind of an average guy. His comic relief angle is played up a lot, which unfortunately doesn't paint him in the most flattering light. He's... a little dumb, but so is Rhiki so she can't really judge. He's good looking enough, but he probably wouldn't be Rhiki's first choice in potential datemates. I could see him maybe being a fun fling that somehow turns into something more, but that's the only real avenue for them to get together, because based on his behavior around J'ohlmin, he's not really the type to be up-front about his romantic interests. They also both have some abandonment issues that might complicate things a bit.

I think Rhiki is also a little wary of getting entangled with male Seekers in general. In her opinion, Nunh's don't need the attention and already have too much on their plates, and Tias tend to have... complexes. Even the ones that have left Seeker life behind might have some Feelings about the way things work in Seeker clans. So, that would also serve to put her off M'zhet a little, through no fault of his own.

I think they could have a fun time together for a little while, though! M'zhet seems like he's up for pretty much anything, and I think Rhiki could help him to build his self-confidence a little. And I'm sure a few extra sparring sessions with the Warrior of Light wouldn't go amiss!

I do like M'zhet, though! I'm not sure if we'll see more of him in the story at any point, but I hope we do!

Thanks for the ask! I hope you liked the "Drabble!"

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