#you might be eating a lot of fish blood soon

[factual-fantasy]

10 asks! Thank you!! :}} 🌞

AHEHEHE KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING LIKE A DORK AT THIS 😭😭💞🥺💖💖 THANK YOU SO MCUH!! I DO MY BEST TO MAKE THE EXPRESSIONS KF THE CHARACTERS READABLE AND DRIPPING WITJ EMOTION SO IM GLAD ITS WORKING!! :DD ✨💞✨💖✨

@gummysusie

Oh there's lots I'd be willing to eat if I had to! XDD

My memory ain't the best but off the top of my head-- I'm sure eating miltank meat wouldn't disturb me so much! :0

I like fish so there's a lot of those I'd be willing to try! Magikarp, uhhh those two grumpy fish that are either green/red or green/blue! I forgot the name..

Of course all of the food themed ones would be relatively no problem. Fidough, Milcery.. There's some bird ones that wouldn't be too upsetting too! XDD

As long as my brain relates them to earthly animals, I'm not too disturbed by the thought of eating them XD Im sure they have to eat pokemon in the actual pokemon universe! Where else do their meat based dishes come from? How else do they feed their carnivorous pokemon??

@girlsackthing

Not recently :(( but I'd like to pick it up again someday once I'm feeling better! :}}

@illogically-austere

Hey thanks for checking in, that means a lot 🥹

I'm hanging in there as best I can. I haven't eaten much but am getting plenty of water and rest! I'm hoping this horrible health trial thingy I've been going through is over soon <:}}

@sussyhahag

y a l i k e j a z z ?

@littlelightfish

Hey pal, I hope You're doing alright! Hang in there.. <:}}

I haven't worked much on Tuna's backstory recently.. but I imagined that his blood family was gone.. he lived on a ship with a real rotten crew that was horrible to him.

As for how he joined Seafoam's crew, I imagined that the crew rescued him somehow. Maybe Tuna's old crew attacked Seafoam's crew but he kicked their butts. Perhaps in all the chaos Tuna was left behind by "mistake", only for Foam to welcome him aboard?

Maybe his old crew got too intense and he ran, somehow running into Seafoam and he offered shelter? Or maybe his old ship sank and he was found by Seafoam..? Something along those lines-- XD

Anywho- thank you! Things are starting to look up for me, I'm hoping this journey is almost over! <:}}

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

"Seafoam's heart 🥰..... Metaphorically I mean-"

I would assume so! :0 Maybe a cookie like that already exists in the games!

Well that's hard to say.. I usually draw comics all in one pass. I sketch out the entire comic, and then I go back and draw all the line art, and then I go back and color it all in..

So in that sense 1 drawing for a comic could take days to complete. But if I were to focus on just one panel/drawing? I would guesstimate about 10-15 minutes :0

Now my name! My memory is a little foggy.. but one of my favorite things to do in drawing is to apply logic, reason and explanations for things.

For example, Captain Barnacles! He's a polar bear wearing a full suit and lives out in the Pacific Ocean. Obviously there's a lot that doesn't make sense about that- but mainly the fact that Barnacles would be way too hot!

So I remedy this by making my version of Barnacles have very short fur, a special diet that thins out his blubber, and a special suit that helps keep him cool! It's not perfect obviously but it helps make him living out in the Pacific seem more reasonable. Which is what I love to do, and how I thought of my name! Applying fact to fantasy, Factual Fantasy!

Hm, Bibi's worst fear.. that would have to be something bad happening to me or any of the fam I'd assume <XD

Nothing bad actually happened to Red, that nightmare just manifested because she loves/worries about him so much 🥺💞 Like a mother having dreams about their children getting hurt. Nothing exactly happened to cause it, but they just worry about their babies so much that those dreams happen sometimes..

And lastly, thank you! It's looking good that I might finally get out of this pit. So my spirits are high! :}}

@beryl-shade (sorry for the late response! <:D)

He typically will not allow it 😅 I originally had a drawing idea for this ask but I dont have the strength to get to my PC so I can just explain it!-

I imagined Octo and some of the crew all tied to chairs with some other pirates taunting them. Octo looks very bored and very unintimidated.

Well one of the pirates makes the mistake of grabbing one of Octos tentacles and twirling it around. Octo immediately reacts and uses the other tentacles on his head to restrain his hand and start choking the guy-

The rest of the crew is just laughing and calling that pirate an idiot while he continues to struggle to get away from the angry Octo 🤣

Now on the other hand, if he gets a joking pat on the head from Seafoam? Or if Red is up on his shoulders and he pulls on Octo's hair by mistake? Eh, whatever he doesn't mind much. : '

#my response #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs

[leomonae]

Okay but... how much blood does a D&D vampire need every day, simply "once a day" is not greatly helpful in and of itself! Am I looking at, like... a city of 50k people to support 5k vampires sustainably where they only need a very small amount, or one of 500k going off real world blood donation amounts, or like 5 million if it's an entire person's worth of blood daily ffs, did anyone actually think through the logistics of this when they put it in the game?

I'm not actually convinced the Underdark has that many people living in it, if it's the latter. I'm not even convinced the entirety of the Sword Coast does! How the hells was Cazador feeding all these vampires enough to keep them alive for so long in the centuries leading up to the Rite?!

#baldur's gate 3 #hyperfixation ahoy #vampire spawn #cazador szarr #where are your livestock fields Cazador #where are your giant herds of cows stretching from horizon to horizon #did you make a pact with a devil for this too #have you been feeding them lemures diverted from the hells #because I'm fairly damn sure you have not been keeping them on even starvation rations from a city with like 100k people in it #we shall not all die verse #i just like my Tav did not put any thought into this whatsoever before blithely sending all those spawn off to a totally unsuitable location #and now i *unlike* my tav who is a lucky fictional character have to come up with some solution to this mess #i hope you like fish vampires #you might be eating a lot of fish blood soon

[multific]

If You Can't Kill It, Fuck It

Feral Predator x Reader

Warning: Smut

Summary: The beast killed your entire tribe, promising revenge for the lost souls. You tried to hunt the thing down, but you completely underestimated his power. So, you had to try a different approach. 

You knew that it was a male, and you tried to use that to your advantage, but just how can you do this without that being killing you in just a second?

You thought your plan through, about what your mother and friends used to tell you about men.

You wanted to know just what you should expect so you followed him. You watched him attack another tribe, and kill a bear and many other men.

You have decided that you had no chance of killing him, so, he wanted to hunt the strongest being on Earth and you wanted him.

Must have been the spring in the air which made you completely insane, or the fact that you watched him massacre people and found it appealing.

You found it in yourself that he proved to be a strong male, the strongest.

And you wanted him.

As crazy as that was.

One late evening, you were searching for a place to sleep when you accidentally stumbled into him. He was towering, he turned to you as he reached for a weapon but quickly decided against it, he instead observed you.

You reached up and pulled down your clothes.

Now, you stood completely naked in front of him as he kept on watching you.

Now or never, you can either die, or he can take you as his.

You didn't know what to do. You were ready for death at this point. but he surprised you.

He stood in front of you, towering, an intimidating height, you felt his claws on your skin.

He grabbed you with one hand as the other clawed something into your skin.

You felt the burning pain and the blood but he soon stopped.

When you looked, it was as if he left a mark on you.

A mark that you were his.

---

Becoming his mate came with a lot of obstacles. He brought you along as he continued his hunt. But neither of you understood a word the other was saying.

So, you had to physically show him everything you wanted.

Like right now, he was sitting down on the floor by the fire where you decided to camp for the night. He came back not long ago with some fish which you cooked to eat.

You watched him as he watched the water of the small river.

You craved his attention, so after eating you decided to take a bath.

You took off your clothes, which went unnoticed but when you started to walk into the cold water, he finally noticed you. You were waist-deep in when you heard the water behind you splash. He grabbed your waist and tried to lift you out but you just laughed.

"It's fine." you said but he still carried you out of the water. Afraid that he might just go back to ignoring you, you decided to cling to him.

Soon, you felt a shift in his muscles, something changed, as just as you moved your leg, you felt it.

He removed his mask as your eyes locked with his.

You knew what you needed to do.

This is what you wanted after all. 

So, when you showed no sign of rejection, he was quick to flip you over and onto your stomach.

He watched your glistening core with excitement. Running his hand up your spine he let out soft growls. Showing you who was the dominant.

You knew he wasn't gentle or soft. But you still didn't expect that huge member to be pushed into you so suddenly.

He wasted no time in ramming into you.

Sensing your discomfort you felt him going slower. But when you made a sound of pain he stopped immediately. He stood up and wanted to walk off but you stopped him, you moved him onto his back as you sat down on his chest.

"I just need a bit of time." you told him, even if you knew he wouldn't understand.

Then, you sank down on his length, letting out a long sigh as you were now fully down on him.

Took you a moment to find your rhythm. In the beginning, it was slow, but as you grew more confident, you increased your speed.

Soon, you found yourself clawing at his skin as he filled you to the brim. Oh just how amazing he felt.

His hand moved to your thighs, helping you move. But soon, he was also lost in the pleasure as his claw slowly grabbed onto you, you let out a loud moan as you felt yourself getting more and more wet.

You were loud but nothing matched the beast under you. You knew it was sounds of pleasure.

When he had enough of your slowness, he tried once more, flipping you onto your stomach as he pounded into you.

You never felt this amazing in your entire life.

You heard him say something but you couldn't understand. His thrusts became irregular, his breathing got quicker and you knew he was close to his release. And so were you.

Your legs started to shake as he held your hips in one place, never stopping and soon, you felt him fill you up. 

He came with a loud yell as you just tried to catch your breath. 

You had a suspicion about what this meant.

He now fully claimed you as his.

He came to this Earth to hunt. Get the most kills and prove himself to his tribe. Kill the strongest being on the planet.

He never expected that along the way he would find his mate. 

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[nightprompts]

&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 5 & 6 ( "eat at baratie!" & "the chef and the chore boy" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ how about we sail away as fast as we can? ❜

❛ about the battle, you wanna talk about it? ❜

❛ there's something on the breeze. smells like butter. soy sauce. and meat. ❜

❛ think he has brain damage? ❜

❛ i smell food, which means that there's someone somewhere cooking. ❜

❛ what's a... baratie? ❜

❛ let's eat! ❜

❛ you'll have to excuse them. they're idiots. ❜

❛ wanna take this outside? ❜

❛ are you asking me to dance? 'cause i kind of had my eye on that blonde at table eight. ❜

❛ i call it a true bluefin sauté. it's elephant tuna, seared asparagus, in a sweet soy reduction. ❜

❛ if i gotta sling one more prime rib medium-well, i am going to drop dead of boredom, you old shitbag! ❜

❛ this ain't gonna be a fight. i'm just going to kill him. ❜

❛ hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. ❜

❛ one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal? ❜

❛ apologies, madam, i didn't see you there. ❜

❛ something wrong with your eye? ❜

❛ just blinded by your beauty. ❜

❛ nami's got a boyfriend. ❜

❛ did i catch you in the middle of something? ❜

❛ just killing some time. ❜

❛ who's the quarry? ❜

❛ doesn't sound like much of a challenge. ❜

❛ why are you after me? ❜

❛ you woke me from my nap. ❜

❛ i can't eat another bite. but it's so good. ❜

❛ who the hell is monkey d. luffy? ❜

❛ i don't even think there's liquor in this. it tastes just like candy. ❜

❛ who's ready for another drink? my treat. ❜

❛ i don't really do regret. no point in looking back. ❜

❛ sometimes, when i try to look ahead, all i see is back. ❜

❛ you know, you're a really good cook. ❜

❛ if a man is hungry, i feed him. ❜

❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜

❛ i bet i know more about you than you do about me. ❜

❛ i guess something about you, you drink. you guess something about me, i drink.❜

❛ i have business with your captain. if you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over. ❜

❛ i've been following your career since i was a child. it's an honor to finally meet you, sir. which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow... you're going to die. ❜

❛ accept my challenge. you'll see how serious i am. ❜

❛ you want me to say you're the best? you're the best. okay? ❜

❛ you're the best i've ever seen, but you are not better than him. ❜

❛ why do you give a shit? ❜

❛ because you're my friend, you idiot. ❜

❛ you said it yourself. you don't have any friends. ❜

❛ what is that? i'm here for a sword fight. ❜

❛ i don't hunt rabbits with a cannon. ❜

❛ you're brave. i'll give you that. ❜

❛ wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame. ❜

❛ this world could use a few more wild cards. ❜

❛ it's too soon for you to die. grow strong and come find me. i'll be waiting. ❜

❛ you could never fail me. ❜

❛ look, i'm not gonna lie to you. he's lost a lot of blood. it might be too late for him. but it might not be. ❜

❛ he's got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. you have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. ❜

❛ nice of you to announce yourself. ❜

❛ i don't take orders. not even from the likes of you. ❜

❛ what's the matter? don't like fish? ❜

❛ if you don't want the fish, i got two-inch t-bones in the kitchen. or maybe you're in the mood for saffron risotto? ❜

❛ i can make anything. just tell me what you want. ❜

❛ being a captain, it's the toughest job in the world, okay? ❜

❛ how'd you two meet? were you on his crew or something? ❜

❛ oregano's for savages! ❜

❛ you've got a sharp tongue on you, boy. how about i cut it out and fry it up with some pig fat? ❜

❛ do what you want, but i'm not gonna die here. ❜

❛ they're all dead, except for us. ❜

❛ you ate it? you ate your own leg? ❜

❛ you don't even know me. why would you do that for a stranger? ❜

❛ so i'm gonna need you to live on. and i'm gonna need you to fulfill that dream... for both of us. ❜

❛ have any idea what that's like? having someone lose a limb to save your life? ❜

❛ sometimes, when you are in charge, you have to make the tough decisions. ❜

❛ i'd do anything to save him. anything. except stand in the way of his dream. ❜

❛ isn't there something that you want? something more than anything else in this world? ❜

❛ not everyone gets to follow their dreams. ❜

❛ did you not hear what i just said? they are hunting you. we need to run. ❜

❛ i can't let innocent people get hurt because of me. ❜

❛ i hear you're looking for me. ❜

❛ so this is the pirate i've heard so much about? ❜

❛ do you know who i am, boy? ❜

❛ how'd you even know how to find me? ❜

❛ if you bow down to me, i might even let you serve in my kingdom. ❜

❛ i don't bow down to any man. ❜

❛ i told you in the bar i didn't have any friends, but the truth is, i couldn't let myself have them... because i always end up hurting the people closest to me. ❜

❛ why waste your time killing a devil fruit eater? let the sea do it for you. ❜

❛ what is your problem? ❜

❛ me? i'm fine. you're the one with the problem. ❜

❛ you're not gonna be anything, not if you stay here. ❜

❛ it's not like i can just leave. ❜

❛ don't you get it? it's one thing to have a dream. it's another to go after it. ❜

❛ you want my permission? you got it. ❜

❛ i didn't know what to say before, but i know what to say now, and it's so simple. i need you. ❜

❛ you gonna keep talking, or let me get some sleep? ❜

❛ i vow to stand by your side from now until the end. ❜

❛ you're my captain, and i'm your first mate. ❜

❛ heard you guys need a cook. ❜

❛ why are we bringing the waiter? ❜

❛ you keep your feet dry. ❜

❛ you know, all these years, living under your shitty roof, cooking at your shitty restaurant... i owe you my life! ❜

❛ thank you for putting up with my shit all these years, old man. ❜

❛ i'll never forget you! ❜

#one piece #opla #sentence starters #roleplay memes #roleplay starters #rp memes #inbox memes #rp starters #dialogue prompts #ask memes #tv

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

It Is Time For 'Baddie Hibernation'

Hey babes we have 3 months before the summer! It is time to tighten up! This is the time to work on your physical and mental I know we all want to be hot girls this summer so now is the time to prioritize ourselves!

Routines

♡ Routines are super important. they are your key to success and living an organized life. If you have not created a routine already I created a blog post on how to create a productive routine. This is the time to stick to your routines in the morning and night and adjust them if needed. 

Physical 

♡ Hygiene. Consistency is key for your facial care routine to work so be consistent in applying all your products. If you aren't seeing results with a certain product you have been using for over 3 months maybe try and find a better product. I recommend using a gua sha three times a week there are so many benefits in using a gua sha blog post coming soon! Don’t just focus on your facial care focus also on your body care use African exfoliating net sponges, shave regularly, apply lotions and body oils, and use feet masks to peel dead skin.

♡ Diet. For my girlies who are on a weight loss journey and want to be snatched before summer, it is time to be dedicated to sticking to your diet. I don’t have any specific diets to recommend do what works for you. If you struggle with Binge Eating Disorder like me I have a book that I can recommend that will help you work on your ED and also help you lose weight “The Binge Code” by Allison Kerr and Richard Kerr. This book has been a game-changer for me!  For my babes who aren't focused on weight loss, it is still important to try and eat healthier try including a variety of whole foods into your diet and drink waterrr!!! Water is so good for us from our skin to our digestive system try and drink at least 50oz but aim for 100oz of water daily.

♡ Movement. Try and include some sort of movement daily we must move our bodies daily. Figure out what type of exercise you like walking is very simple and costs absolutely nothing. Start small with 10 minutes of outdoor walking daily. Natural light is so beneficial for our mental health and mood. Yoga and pilates are such amazing slow and impactful forms of exercise. I've been including yoga in my nighttime routine there are so many channels and videos on YouTube you can follow. There are so many other forms of exercise you can try some free and some that cost money.

♡ Supplements. Help and maintain our overall health they can also help with our daily requirements of essential nutrients. I will be listing a few supplements below <333

Multivitamin. Find a reputable multivitamin and take it daily or as instructed. Multivitamins can boost energy and give you vitamins and minerals you might be deficient in.

Magnesium. Improves mood, sleep, exercise performance, regulates blood sugar, and so much more. Magnesium is overlooked by many but so beneficial for us. I've been seeing the bedtime magnesium mocktail I have yet to try but I plan to.

Omega 3(fish oil). Helps with typical brain and eye development. It can fight inflammation and help prevent heart disease and the decline of brain function.

Vitamin D. A lot of us during the winter time have a deficiency in vitamin D because the sun is not out a lot so vitamin D supplements are a must-have they help with regulating mood, reducing depression, healthy bones, and so many other amazing benefits.

Vitamin B Complex. Helps boost energy levels, brain function, digestion, and cell health. There are so many other benefits.

Probiotics. Helps improve gut health, puts healthy bacteria into our gut that in turn helps our digestive system, and inflammation, and can even help aide your weightless journey. 

Mental 

♡ Sleep. Our bodies function so much better when we are getting a good amount of sleep. You think clearly and your mood is better. Try and set a bedtime for yourself and stick to it. I had to sleep train myself at the beginning of the semester it was so harddd but I'm reaping the benefits now I have energy during the day, my mood is better in the morning, and my brain functions better during the day.

♡ Journaling. We have a lot of emotions that we carry throughout the day and it is important that we let them out and journaling is the best way to do so. I have three journals. One journal is for my emotions, another for gratitude journaling which I highly recommend you get into, and finally my last journal for shadow work. You do not need to have three journals but I like to have everything separate it helps me. 

♡ Book. I love reading and listening to self-help books. We all have issues that we need to fix and thankfully we have so many self-help books dedicated to so many different issues people face on a daily. I have so many recommendations I’ll list below.

The Mountain Is You by Brianna Wiest (self-sabotaging)

The Most Powerful Woman In The Room Is You by Lydia Fenet (confidence and career)

Atomic Habits by James Clear (building good habits)

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson (living a carefree life)

The Binge Code by Allison Kerr and Richard Kerr (binge eating, weight loss)

The Shadow Work Journal by Keila Shaheen (internal healing)

The Eldest Daughter Effect by Lisette Schuitemaker and Wies Enthoven (eldest daughters)

The Game Of Life And How To Play It by Florence Scovel and Joel Fotinos (from pessimistic to optimistic, affirmations, and manifestation)

The Power Of The Pussy by Kara King (femininity and dating) 

8 Rules Of Love by Jay Shetty (dating and psychology)

The Muslim Woman’s Manifesto by Kashmir Maryam (religion, mental health, and women)

These are the books I can recommend so far there are more searches for books related to the issues you may be facing or things you want to improve on in your life<3 

♡ Therapy. I'm a big mental health advocate and it is very important that if you are dealing with mental health issues you get help<3. I've dealt with my issues before and I used better help I found the best therapist who helped me through so much. I love the way they allow you to choose your therapist. I recommend that you use better help. For my NYC teenagers between the ages of 13-17, there is a website called talk space that offers free online therapy for NYC teens NO REFERRAL IS NEEDED. If I find more websites that offer free therapy for other teens around the world I will let you all know<3.

If you have any tips that you want to share down in the comments please do I want all of us to be happy and glowing this summer!

#it girl #becoming that girl #clean girl #becoming her #glow up #it girl energy #dream girl #self love #self care #that girl #girlblogging #dream life #productivity #pink pilates girl #self improvement #green juice girl #soft productivity #productivitytips #consistency #self growth #routines #healthyhabits #wellness #positivity #girljournal #hyper feminine #motivation #my diary #pink blog #masterlist

[mcx7demonbros]

Shark Attack (Leviathan x GN!MC)

Ft. Leviathan x GN!MC

C/W. Shark attack; Reader being called “ugly”; Cursing.

N.B. I name some minor characters for easy writing.

No proofread

You should have stayed at home.

You didn’t want to join diving trip with Karen, Jason, and Max. However, Karen managed to convince you to join her and the others. You knew that Karen invited you not out of the goodness of her heart, but to have someone inferior with her so that she could feel she was above someone else. And who could be a more perfect target for her than you? Airhead, clumsy, very normal with a face clearly inferior to her. Initially, you didn’t want to suffer going on a trip with her and her two “servants”. But when she described the beauty of the ocean and the aquatic creatures, you lost it. Your boyfriend, the Grand Admiral of Hell Leviathan, has a deep connection with the ocean and creatures within it. Yet you never had the chance to look at any of them in real life, except in the case of Lotan. (Henry 2.0 doesn’t count because he’s a fishbowl-bound goldfish).

On the day of the trip, you four met a man named Constantine, whom Karen hired to guide the group. At first, the trip was pleasant and enjoyable. With Constantine’s guidance, you were able to put on a diving suit and gear. Then you got to look at various colored fishes at a beautiful coral reef. You were also able to take a lot of pictures of the fishes. The only annoying thing was probably Karen’s constant demand to have her face in every picture the others took.

However, everything changed when Karen heard Constantine talk about a more beautiful coral reef quite far from where you were. Karen demanded Constantine to take them there. He objected at first, saying that he heard that people saw big and dangerous sharks there. But when Karen offered more money, Constantine accepted and took the whole group there. You did voice your objection with Constantine, but Karen shouted at you, telling you to shut your ugly mouth.

Karen’s demand was the beginning of a disaster…and a tragedy. Your boat entered the shark area and encoutered an unusually big Great White Shark. It attacked your boat and overturned it after a few tries. You all fell into the water, it hunting territory. With your might and strength, all of you tried to swim away, to a large rock nearby.

You managed to reach the rock, and while trying to climb on it. You heard a woeful scream. You turned around and saw Constantine being devoured between the jaws of the shark, turning a whole area of sea water red with blood.

“What d-do we do now? That monster is going to e-eat us like it h-has done with the old guy.” Max couldn’t stop shaking in his voice.

“From what I have observed, the rock we are standing on will submerge under the water when high tide comes around sunset. We must do something and not waiting for death.” Jason reported to Karen.

Karen looked at the overturned boat afar and then at the large fin moving within the vicinity around the rock.

“Someone has to swim to the boat and get the phone or the signal gun.” Karen said.

“Who’s gonna do that?” Max asked before realizing whom Karen was hinting.

“MC.”

“What?” You didn’t hear the conversation as you were sitting, trying to comprehend what had happened. You would have died today had you been the last of the escape group, with the jaws of the beast wrapping around you and tear you apart with its sharp teeth, chewing you like some meat gum.

“MC, we need you to swim to the boat over-there and get us a phone or a signal gun so that we can ask for a rescue team.”

“I-I c-can’t do that. There’s literally a hungry shark out there. Do you want me dead?” You shouted at Karen, while her two lap dogs looked back at you with threatening eyes.

“C’mon, MC. High tide is coming and this rock will soon submerge under the water. We can’t just sit around and wait for death.”

Knowing that you couldn’t fight all three of them, you reluctantly agreed. Jason even patted your shoulder and told you not to worry, while you were swimming, they would flap on the water so it would attract the shark away from you.

After calming yourself down, you entered the dangerous water and swam towards the boat, while the others created flapping sound on the other side of the rock to lure the shark away from you.

You managed to reach the boat safely and dived down to find the things Karen asked for under the overturned boat. You found your D.D.D floating on the water. Thanks Father it could still working. You also grabbed the flare gun among the things in Constantine’s bag.

Time to return. I can’t wait too much time here.

You left the boat and swam back to the large rock, carrying with you the hopes of the group.

However, the shark soon realized that it was being deceived. It turned its attention on you and began to chase you down.

Seeing the shark swimming at you with high speed, you began to swim faster and harder. When you nearly reached the rock, the shark also open its mouth and…

.

.

.

Sea water turned red with your blood as the shark managed to bite your thigh. It then dragged you across water, far from the rock.

When Karen saw the scene, she thought you would be done for and intended to shout to you to throw your phone and signal gun to them, but then she had a better idea. Taking the chance, the three of them swam towards the boat, abandoning you. They managed to turn the boat back, climbed on it and left.

What they didn’t expect was that you managed to escape the shark’s jaws. You shot the signal gun at the shark’s eyes, blinding it as you escaped back to the rock.

When you saw Karen’s group leaving you behind, you couldn’t help but cursed them under your breath. “Go die and rot in hell.”

You turned back to look at your wound. It was quite deep and the bleeding was constant. You gritted your teeth and washed the wound with sea water.

“Argh. Fuck.” You couldn’t help but cursed again. You continued to bear the pain as you bandaged it with the clothes you tore.

After dealing with the wound, you dialed Levi on your D.D.D.

“I’m on my way.” Levi said with a murderous tone even though you hadn’t explained anything to him.

The moment the call was cut off, you noticed the pact mark on your injured leg began to shine with a dark orange light. Then you looked at it closely, you discovered that the shark had bitten you right on the mark, making it soaked with your blood. Levi must have felt it so he was already on his way when you called him.

A few minutes ago, at the House of Lamentation, Levi was playing his game like any other day. He was even swearing at his bad teammates in a team game. Such team games made the third born miss you. To him, you were the best teammate he could ask for.

MC, I miss you so much. What are you doing now?

Suddenly, he got a tingling sensation. And he could smell blood. A demon’s nature told him it was his master’s blood.

Someone or something is threatening MC.

After that realization, Levi’s console dropped to the ground. A dark orange aura wrapped around him as his growl turned into snake’s hiss. His pupils constricted until they became vertical like snake’s eyes. His skin disappeared to make room for hard purple snake scales. His fangs grew longer and became as good as sharp swords. But the thing to watch out for was the poison & acidic liquid oozing out of the fangs.

Return to you, the sky suddenly darkened even though it wasn’t sunset yet. The pact connects a demon with their master. So you could feel Levi was nearby. You look at the sea and you just wanted to shout “OMG, there’s a big shadow under the water.”

Even the Great White Shark knew the danger and turned around to escape. But it was too late as Levi summoned a water blade. The blade traveled in water with sound speed and cut the shark in half.

“MC” the giant sea serpent emerged its head out of the water and turned to you. “You are badly wounded.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go back.”

“No, I still have something I want do do.”

Meanwhile, Karen and her two lap dogs were struggling to find direction to return to shore. However, they were completely lost as the compass was left at the treacherous water. Jason and Max were so pissed off that they began to argue and shout at each other. If Karen didn’t stop them, they would have fought each other.

Suddenly, something smashed into the boat, made it shake.

“What was that?” Karen asked as Max looked at the ocean before shouting. “SHARKS! L-LOTS OF THEM!”

Karen and Jason also looked at the ocean and panic soon filled their faces. Sharks, sharks were everywhere in the vast sea they were.

“Look, what’s that?” Jason pointed as the huge shadow under the water, in the centre of the shiver of hundreds of sharks.

The shadow soon emerged from the water, revealing a gigantic purple snake-like creature with two large corals as its horns. And there was something…someone sitting in the middle of the two horns.

“M-MC! I thought you w-were-were” Karen shouted, realizing it was you.

“Dead.” You finished the sentence for the girl. “Yeah, consider me dead but now I have returned from Hell, along with a part of its Navy under my command, to take you disgusting horrible sinners to Hell.”

“W-wait, let’s talk.”

But you didn’t want to hear another word from their mouths. Leviathan opened his mouth, spatting the acidic liquid at the boat. The boat melted into sea foam before turning into nothingness and the trio fell into the water.

“They’re yours.” Levi coldly said to his shark underlings.

The sea water was soon dyed red with blood, and the sound of waves were replaced by Karen and her lap dogs’ miserable screams. Soon the only thing left was a large pool of blood, but even it would dissipate in the vast ocean.

Nothing was left of this trip. No witness, no evidence, the only things remaining of the horrible trip were the photos of fishes and aquatic creatures you took. You took out your D.D.D and deleted all of them. You just wanted to forget this horrible memory.

“MC, I will take you to another ocean trip, to make wonderful memories, if you want.”

“Thank you, Levi. But I already had enough sea and ocean for today.”

“Including me?” Levi’s vertical orange pupils constricted further more, sadness in his eyes.

“No, not you, Levi. I’ll never be tired of you. Mmm, let’s go home.”

“Ok.”

With that, you and Levi, together with the Shark Squad of Hell’s Navy, disappeared from sight. A few days later, rescue teams were sent out to look for your companions, but to no avail. Nothing was found. Your companions’ disappearance became one of the most mysterious missing cases at sea.

#obey me #omswd #obey me leviathan #obey me fanfic #obey me x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #leviathan x reader #leviathan x mc

[fraidy-farfelle]

Gone Campin’- John Doe x Female!Reader

Gone Campin’ — John Doe x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, almost drowning, John eating suspicious meat,

You sighed as you fumbled with your keys, trying to get them in the lock. Today had been unusually busy at the gas station and you were sick of having to put on your customer service façade. Before you could turn the key, the door flew open, and you came face to chest with a grey t shirt with a question mark on it. You watched as it morphed into a heart. 

“Y/N!!! YOU’RE FINALLY HOME!!!!” Doe exclaimed as he glomped you into a tight hug. “I missed you too, Doe!” You wheezed out, wrapping your arms around him in turn. He walked you both backwards, kicking the door shut. 

After confronting him about the time loop and expressing your feelings, he had moved into your apartment. It was an adjustment, to be sure. He told you about his species the “regular guy,” and was thrilled that you were able to easily accept him. He had a learning curve, as he missed a lot of human social cues, but he was a fast learner, and went from starting a kitchen fire to cooking your favorite foods for you. You had gotten used to him having to touch you constantly, and now you found you were happiest when you were in his arms. 

You felt him kiss the top of your head. “Long day, huh?” He asked. You groaned and nestled your face in his chest. He giggled at your childish behavior, and rubbed soothing circles into your back. “Dinner will be ready soon. Why don’t you shower?” He suggested. You nodded and thanked him. He let you go reluctantly.

After dinner, you were laying on top of him on the couch while you watched TV together. “Hey, Doe?” “Hmm?” “I wanna get out of the valley for a few days.” “W-what?? Are y-you already tired of me?! I can change! I swear I’ll-“ “Whoa, calm down! I love you, honey, I meant TOGETHER.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Pl-please don’t scare me like that! I love love love you! I can’t go without you…” you shushed him and rubbed his hair, carefully. He started purring, melting into your touch. “It’s a long weekend. I think we should go camping. Get away from everyone and everything.” You explained. “Anything you want, love!” He chirped happily. 

You located a small lake on the map, and the next morning you and Doe were on your way into the wilderness. It was nearing the end of winter, and you had dressed accordingly. Doe, of course, was oblivious to the cold, and wore his traditional black ensemble. As his species couldn’t be in water, you assigned him to building the fire while you punched a hole in the ice to fish. 

Fortunately, there was a shallow cave that provided shelter on the shoreline, so you laid your bedding down in it and put the fire about five feet away for warmth. Though occupied with his task, Doe paid close attention to what you were doing. He’d developed an odd sense of foreboding when you arrived at the lake and couldn’t seem to shake it. He didn’t want you to go on the ice, but knew better than to talk you out of it.

Doe sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, having successfully lit the fire. He watched you closely. You managed to catch a sizable brown trout, so you started to walk back towards him. His fears were unfortunately realized.

As you took a step forward, a crack formed in the ice. Your blood ran cold and you froze, helpless as you watched the crack grow. Your wide, fear filled eyes looked to Doe, who screamed your name out in horror as the ice finally gave way. The last thing you saw was Doe running towards you.

Without thinking, he raced to the lake and jumped in the icy water. He hissed in pain, immediately feeling his assumed form start to dissolve. He grit his teeth and ignored the discomfort as he clumsily swam after you. He managed to latch on to your wrist. He pulled you to him and kicked with all his might to the top. His feet were already gone as his head breached the lake surface. He hauled you onto his back, his hair holding you in place as made his way to the shore. 

By the time he pulled you out of the frigid water, he had lost his legs up to his knees, and his fingers were starting to melt. He crawled to the cave and with the last of his form’s strength, he ripped the wet clothes from your body. As his face began to droop off, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, praying to every deity he could think of for you to be okay. He knew humans were fragile, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. 

❄️❄️❄️

When you awoke, the sun was poking over the horizon, and the fire was reduced to only embers. You felt unbelievably cold, except for your chest. There was a warm weight you couldn’t identify. As you rubbed your eyes, you heard a strange chirping sound. You looked to your chest and were surprised to see a large eye attached to a hair ball. The eye’s pupil widened and a heart appeared in the center as the creature squealed and bounced up and down with what you assumed was joy. 

Your mind was reeling as the eye closed and nuzzled itself against your heart, purring loudly. You scanned your body and found you were completely naked, but the eye’s long hair had stretched and was wrapped tightly around your breasts like a sleeveless bra. Wait, you recognized this hair. “D-doe?” You croaked out. The eye’s heart got bigger and it seemed to nod at you. You recalled that he had told you his species couldn’t be in water, hence why you had been the one to go on the ice. ‘He must’ve gone after me…’ you mused. 

“So, this is what you look like?” You asked it. The eye trembled in fear, squeezing itself closed. You realized he was afraid of what you thought of his natural appearance. You raised a shaky hand to caress the hair. “Thank you for saving me, John Doe. I love you in any form you take.” You told him gently. The eye popped back open and stared, seemingly processing what you had said. After a moment, the pupil nearly overtook the whole eye, and the heart shape returned to the middle. He made six distinct chirps, which for some reason you could practically hear him say “I love love love you, too!” 

His hair retracted from your chest, and he hopped over to the duffel bag he had brought. He turned to you and chirped. You slowly crawled over to him and unzipped the bag. It was full of containers of teeth and raw meat that  you figured you didn’t want to know where it came from. You pulled them out and opened them for him. He gently hopped at your shoulder, like he was pushing you to turn the other direction. You realized he was telling you to look away. You made your way to the fire and added fuel to it. You heard crunching noises and covered your ears. 

A few minutes later, you heard Doe’s voice. “Are you alright?” You turned and saw a tired looking, naked, John Doe. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just cold and tired.” You said. He gave a tired smile and pulled you into his arms. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I did my best to keep you warm.” He whispered into your shoulder. “I think you’re cute!” You giggled, letting a curl of his hair wrap around your finger affectionately. “You’re truly something else.” He chuckled, and lifted you from the ground. He got the blanket from your bag, and sat with his legs splayed apart, so you could sit comfortably between them. He let you settle yourself, so you were chest to chest, and wrapped you both tightly. You sighed in contentment, letting the warmth from him and the fire envelop you. 

It wasn’t long before something poked your butt. “Uh, Doe?” “S-sorry! I just- you saw my true form and still told me you loved me- and now you’re naked and in my lap and I can’t help-“ “Doe! Hey, it’s okay. You’re in a human form, it’s a natural response. But, maybe it’s not a bad thing.” “I, it’s not?” “It’ll warm us both up, no?” You suggested, a devious smile forming on your face. Doe looked pensive for a moment. “Only if you feel strong enough.” He said, looking you in the eyes. You didn’t answer, instead pulling him in for a kiss.

He enthusiastically returned it, running his hands up and down your body. He groaned as you ground your hips against his. He let his right hand travel down in between your legs, his index finger gathering slick from your entrance before gently circling your clit. You squealed and rubbed yourself against his touch. You could feel his member throbbing as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving a bright red mark. 

“Mmm… you’re all mine, y/n….” He moaned out into your ear. “All yours, baby. Always.” You agreed, rubbing his shoulders. He slipped his fingers inside, scissoring them, while flicking your clit with his thumb. He stopped when you began to clench around him. “Don’t stop!” You whined. “Shhh, don’t worry love. I’ll take care of you.” He soothed, lifting your hips up with both his hands. He lined himself up and slammed you down on his hard cock, causing you both to cry out. He gave you a moment to adjust. He rested his forehead on yours as he started a steady rhythm. You moaned at the lewd, wet noises your pussy made. He specially formed his member to hit all of your sweet spots, so it didn’t take long for you to teeter on the edge. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so close! Cum with me Doe, please! Cum inside!” You wailed, tears and drool running down your face. “I can do that..” he groaned. He lowered his head to suck at your breast, while reaching his hand to toy with your clit again. He focused energy in his cock to make semen like fluid to appease you. “Doe! I’m gonna-“ “That’s it, love, let go… cum for me!” He crooned. At his behest, you spasmed around his cock, and let yourself get lost in the ecstasy he brought you. He cried out your name and shot imitation semen inside you. He held you close as you caught your breath. 

You felt the blanket being wrapped more securely around you. “Are you warmer now?” He asked, looking at you in concern. “Much. Let’s sleep a little and then we’ll head home.” You said, and snuggled yourself closer to him, not making any move to pull him out of you. He smiled at you, hugging you close to him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He whispered, but you were already asleep.

#John Doe game #john doe x reader #john Doe +

[mariademetal]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ kitty itadori yuuji / gn!reader ©mariademetal 2024

cw ... yuuji calls reader babe, blood(?) but nothing violent and no vivid description of a wound, if there's anything else lmk note ... haiii welcome to my lil established relationship yuji fic in which he is a stupid cat dad this is HEAVILYYYYY based on my experiences with kittens (every single kitten i've ever owned has shat on my bed once, as if just to get it out of their system before devoting themselves to a litter box) and the many fatal injuries i've received from them..... word count ... 3.1k

At first, you're the one that's apprehensive about bringing the cat home.

It's a little brown thing that ambushes you at the foot of your apartment's stairs, and who was very fun playmate for the first twenty minutes it followed you around, but got to be a little more trouble than you thought it might be worth after locking into climbing you like a tree and tearing a hole in your jeans in the process. At which point, you decided that while your hangout sesh was a lot of fun, it's time for your friend to go back to its mother.

To its fortune, just as you steel your resolution to leave your new friend at the bottom of the staircase on which it first attacked you, Yuuji shows up— of course he does— and decides as soon as his eye catches the claws hanging off of your shirt that he will simply keel over and die if the two of you don't foster the kitten.

"What if her last owners neglected her?" He pleads with you, looking you with the most convincing sad brown eyes you've seen in a moment while he speaks. (All while his new best friend bites his finger like it's made out of something positively delicious.) You're in the worst place in the world for this discussion, you think, still sitting at the bottom of that damned staircase. The fact that Yuuji will have won the moment you move into your apartment with that kitten keeps you in place at the price of your pride.

"Look at how fat she is, Yuuji," you gesture to her, and you can't even remember at what point in your heated discussion it became her. "What if her owners love her dearly and are waiting for her to come home? I'm not going to... catnap her."

"What if her mother died and she's looking for a new one?" He keeps asking these stupid hypothetical, rhetorical questions that prove nothing but still annoy you to no end. Not to mention the way he's cradling her in his arms— you have no doubt that by new mother he means himself.

"We already have a kid," you grit out. By kid, you don't mean an actual child, but rather a betta fish that Inumaki dared you to buy six beers deep and who you, unfortunately, discovered you could not return the morning after, nor ever. Yuuji stepped up as his father when you proved to be a little bit too absent as a single parent to him, and he's alive and thriving to this day, albeit in a tank you doubt is quite the recommended size. "What if she eats Fish? He's my pride and joy."

At this, Yuuji stops and thinks. "Aren't Nobara and Maki looking for a cat?"

"I think so," you hum, and tentatively reach over Yuuji's lap to rub your little enemy's stomach.

"Lets just take care of her until they're ready to take her," he smiles at you, tight-lipped and hopeful. "I'll make sure she doesn't eat Fish. I'll scoop her shit and feed her too."

You take your hand back to allow another tenant to pass between you and Yuuji and lean your head against the railing with a sigh. It's a bad idea and you know it. As much as you'd love to think you and Yuuji are ready to take care of a cat, dedicate the time and care it needs to it, you just can't. But if Yuuji says he'll take care of her just for the meantime, you know he means it. "... Alright. But the second she fucks with Fish, she's gone."

As it turns out, Kitty, as you and Yuuji have intermittently named her to match with Fish, is an only slightly worse roommate than Yuuji. If you were to rank everyone in your apartment by how much you all contribute, it'd go something like this— Fish in first place, obviously, for all the joy he gives you and Yuuji, as well as causing the least mess; you in second, for feeding and raising Fish up; Yuuji in third for cooking and paying the bills; Kitty at dead last for shitting all over your comforter on the first night she stays with you and having the audacity to beg you for food come morning.

Yuuji had prepared in every way he could think of— he bought her a litterbox, plenty of food for kittens, a collar (just until Maki or Nobara take her to get chipped), and enough catnip to plant a field. And, for what it's worth, when you’d first brought her into your apartment, just before Yuuji left to buy her supplies, she was an angel. She was the calmest you'd seen her the whole evening, carefully sniffing the floor of your apartment, sneaking up behind corners, checking for any harm that might come her way. So preoccupied with discovering this new, unknown land that she doesn't even acknowledge Fish's existence. It was only after she'd settled in that he ran to get her kitten things.

Naturally, Yuuji didn't think to check if Kitty actually knows how to use the elegant litter box he'd so diligently set up for her in your bathroom, so where you were expecting to sleep in and wake up to your boyfriend peppering your face with kisses, you instead wake up at the asscrack of dawn to the feeling of him jerking your blanket off of you (and the rest of your bed, you suppose), Kitty watching him from the floor with what you can only describe as morbid curiosity.

"Yuuji, what...?" You croak out, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Then, the smell hits you, and you're confident you're not falling back asleep.

While Yuuji washes your blanket and lectures Kitty on the proper, sanitary way to relieve herself, you sprinkle some food in Fish's tank.

You stare down Kitty, who, in Yuuji's temporary absence, has taken to frolicking around your flat, as if she isn't a criminal, as if she didn't ruin your favorite duvet, and with a glare that softens by the second, you scoop out a can of cat food into a bowl and put it on the floor for her, despite the fact that Yuuji swore he’d take care of feeding her.

For what it's worth, you have to appreciate that, at the very least, she hasn't so much as glanced in Fish's direction. Despite how vehemently you're denying it at the moment, Kitty is, in fact, tearing and clawing and shitting her way into your heart— but if she does come to stay with you for any extended period of time, you'd rather it be one in which you don't have to constantly move Fish further and further away from her reach in order to keep him safe.

Fish, your first and beloved son— an accident, sure, but the happiest you've made in your life. There have been nights where you have been one dry heave away from throwing up your stomach in its entirety, and the only thing that could get you to stand up and drink some water was Fish, blub-blub-blubbing in his own, urging you with bulbous eyes to take care of yourself (because if you don't, you can't take care of him).

He's a selfish child, but all children are, you suppose. It’s their right.

Kitty finishes her food with a satiated meow and barely makes the three-foot journey to your coffee table before dropping down onto her side and passing out. It's an adorable sight, obviously, but one that also reminds you that that could've been you this morning if only she hadn't emptied her bowels onto your blanket.

Yuuji comes back to your apartment, empty-handed and head hung low, and you already know what he’s going to tell you; “Your blanket didn’t make it, babe.”

All you can do is sigh and throw your arms up. “I’ll pick up another one after work.”

Thankfully, after that fateful morning, Kitty didn’t have many other shit-related accidents. It was incredible, really, how easily she managed to fit into your life, how easily she forced you to carve time out of your day to spend with her instead— she sleeps on your couch since you tragically banned her from your bedroom, wakes you up like an alarm clock, consistently, to give her breakfast, and lazes around your apartment in tandem with you and Yuuji scurrying around to get ready for your respective days. You have class in the morning, he has work, and you always come come back just in time to deliver Kitty and Fish’s lunch. You’ve also found that Kitty has a taste in television— she screams at you whenever you put on Rupaul’s Drag Race, out of excitement or prejudice you can’t quite find out, and curls up into a ball in the crook of your elbow whenever you watch Seinfeld. Then, Yuuji comes back from work and if you don’t have plans, the four of you eat dinner together like a bonafide family.

Tonight, you don’t have plans, but Nobara, who has been promising to call you about Kitty for the past month you’ve had her has finally caught you on your phone.

“Of course I want her,” she insists, and you can see her bob swaying along with her head as she jerks it around in your mind's eye. (You love her dearly.) “It’s just… not a great time for Maki and I.”

Maki and I seems to be her favorite thing to say nowadays— you don’t think you’ve seen one without the other in some months. “That’s fine, but me and Yuuji can’t foster her forever, you know,” At the sound of his name, Yuuji whips his head around to see what you’re doing. Once he clocks who you're talking to, he mouths to you to tell Nobara he says hi. “Yuuji says hi, by the way.”

“Yeah, tell him I say hi too,” Nobara sighs. “We’re moving into Maki’s folks’ place, and I don’t know how they feel about cats and stuff.”

“Maki’s folks’ place is so big I doubt they’ll ever even see her.”

"I'm sorry, but can you just keep her until we're settled in?" Nobara asks with a politeness that's very out of character for her. Then again, if you had to live within a mile of the Zen'in compound, you'd be worn out, too.

It must be a sign from God, from Buddha, from the universe, or maybe just fate that before you have the opportunity to mumble out an uncertain I don't know to Nobara, Kitty wraps herself around your calf. She's gotten so big, you think to yourself— it feels like just yesterday she was small enough to fit in your shoe, but over the month you've fed her and scooped her shit, she's become big enough to play with your shoes.

"Yeah, of course," you splutter out. You press your phone against your shoulder and lean down to pick Kitty up while Nobara chatters away in your ear about gratitude and just hum when she asks you this or that. For a moment, just a moment, you wonder if you should be selfish and keep Kitty for yourself. Then you reprimand yourself, because she's still, for all intents and purposes, Maki and Nobara's cat.

Still, as you come to terms with the fact that Kitty's stay in your apartment will certainly be longer than you originally planned, it seems Kitty comes to the same realization— you and Yuuji discover that she's pointedly decided to make herself entirely at home. She was never well behaved, not really, what with the way she'd pounce on Yuuji whenever he fell asleep on the couch, or the way she'd dig her nails into your thighs whenever your petting skills failed to meet her standards, but it seemed that you, at the very least, had an understanding when it came to respecting the space you're all sharing— your apartment. She didn't scratch your couch, didn't spray litter all over your bathroom, and seemed to ignore fish in his entirety.

Now, though, she's picked up possibly the worst hobby of all— knocking shit off of other shit. Pens off of your desk, detergent off of your washing machine, cups off of your fucking kitchen counter. Yuuji, guilty for anything and everything he is physically capable of being guilty for, has cleaned up after her with a vigilance that you feel genuinely bad about. Unfortunately, he doesn't do it as carefully as you wish, which is why you're picking glass out of his hand with a tweezer at one in the morning after he stumbled out of your room to find what you and him had neglected to put away (what Kitty had managed to knock off of a counter) this time and found out the hard way. By tripping on the culprit in the darkness and falling hands-first onto the scene of the crime.

"Are you sure you can go to work tomorrow?" You ask, voice soft, and Yuuji, who has been smiling since he woke you up with a yelp, finally falters.

"I think I'll be alright," he murmurs back. "Nanami won't be happy, but..."

"When is he ever?" You snort.

"He likes Kitty, too."

"You've shown him pictures of her?"

"Of course! I've shown pictures of her to everyone in the department," he grins, and you can picture him, heavy in his uniform, lifting his phone up to his stoic boss' face with a picture of Kitty, asking Isn't she cute? Then him adjusting his glasses before nodding, Yes, Itadori, she's very cute.

You suppose that's the effect Kitty has on people. Yuuji, too.

He's sitting on the edge of the tub, you're sitting on the toilet seat, paper plate balanced on the sink beside you to drop the fragments of glass onto, Kitty passing and curling around your and Yuuji's feet. It feels odd to say it, but he got off lucky in this situation— only a few pieces of glass burrowed themselves deep enough into his skin to bleed, and the rest are just stuck on the surface. Still, you're pretty confident Yuuji's in a lot more pain than he's letting on.

"Really, Yuuji," you huff, "I think you should stay home tomorrow. Just so the swelling goes down and it'll be less painful the day after."

"It doesn't hurt," he starts speaking with his whole chest, but once he clocks the look you're giving him of complete and utter disbelief, his confidence wanes. "... that much."

"I know you're worried about money, but I'm worried about you," you start, and try not to wince with him after pulling out a particularly deep shard of glass. "And besides, if this gets worse because you went back to work too early, we'll have to pay for that, too."

He hums. "I guess so."

You wrap his hand up diligently, pepper his face with kisses, and shoo him away to your bedroom so you can pick up all the glass on the floor that didn't end up on that paper plate. He calls in sick.

You get through your classes like a zombie being pulled along campus by a leash. As it turns out, staying up until the early morning making absolutely sure that there wasn't any glass left on your floor did not prepare you for success when it was time to leave. Still, Yuuji solemnly swore to spend his day focused entirely on healing, so you achieved one little victory, if nothing else.

When you get home, before you can even grasp the doorknob, you hear Kitty yapping away, Yuuji sniffling, and something being shuffled around your living room. You don't know quite what you're afraid of— an intruder, Kitty growing to the size of King Kong, or Yuuji having shrunk of Kitty's height, but after peeking your head into the door, you can confidently say that it is none of the above. You do, however, see the assortment of Kitty's things gathered right by the door.

You step into your apartment, kick your shoes off, and greet Kitty as she practically jumps into your arms.

"Yuuji?" You call out to him, and realize he's in the bathroom, probably figuring out what the best way to remove Kitty's litter box would be. "What're you doing?"

He walks out of the bathroom, eyes red, bandage on his hand freshly, but messily changed, and his head hung low. "We have to give Kitty up," he says, and you immediately clutch her tighter in your arms.

"What're you talking about?"

He just gestures to where Fish is— rather, where fish should be. His tank isn't just empty, it's gone. You realize what happened.

"Did she eat Fish?" You ask. Your voice is calmer than you really are, but you don't want Yuuji to think you're mad at him for Kitty coincidentally killing Fish the one day he happened to stay home.

"No," he insists, and points to a red Solo cup he's placed on top of your bookshelf. "He's there. She... knocked his tank over. I saved him before he could die, but..."

You look down at Kitty, who is similarly looking up at you— it's like she knows what she did, like she knows exactly what your one condition to let her stay is, like she's pushing the rules just to see what you'll let her get away with before kicking her out. But Fish is not dead, albeit traumatized and certainly not thriving in his temporary home. You realize that you think you'd forgive Kitty if she clawed your eye out. You've been denying your truth— denying that you love Kitty like she's yours, because she is— for far too long.

"I-I remember what you said about only fostering her if she doesn't mess with Fish, and I agreed, so—"

"I don't want to get rid of her," you interrupt Yuuji, and his expression goes from distraught to severely confused.

"No," he insists. At first, you were the one who was apprehensive about keeping Kitty. Now, the roles have been reversed. "She messed with Fish. I get it."

"Yuuji," you say, softer, and walk towards him. You look at his hand and realize he must've worked so hard on his day off, to clean up the glass of Fish's tank, to clean up the water, the decorations, the plants, and how scared he must've been that Fish would die. How scared he must've been that you'd be mad at him. You love him too much for that. "We're not getting rid of Kitty."

"We're not?"

"Of course not. Do you want to?"

"Of course not!" He huffs, and makes a face at Kitty that she must not like, because she takes a swipe at him from all the way in the crook of your elbow.

"So... do you want to tell Nobara?"

"Hard pass."

#not edited icl #this stems from my deep dark desire to raise a cat with a himbo #jujutsu kaisen #itadori x reader #jjk x reader #yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff #jjk fluff #itadori yuji x reader

[inhuman-obey-me]

🛁+ Diavolo + MC

Congrats!!!

"It's a beautiful night for a bloodbath." - Diavolo x MC

When Diavolo first invited you along on a luxury spa resort trip, you thought that you knew what to expect. You'd gone along with Asmo to Devildom spas plenty of times before, and thought you had a pretty good sense of what they were like by now -- baths with strange Devildom flowers scattered about, flesh-eating fish in the waters that nibble away at your skin, massages by odd shadows that seemed to press a little too deeply into your body. Some experiences were stranger than others, certainly, but you thought you had gotten used to them by this point.

Walking in now, however, you realize that Asmo, even as blithe and nonchalant as he can be about these things, must have been trying quite hard to be considerate of your human expectations -- or perhaps he himself just prefers the more shining, glitzy places to uphold his cute and glamorous reputation?

Whatever the case, the one you find yourself at now with the Devildom Prince is quite a bit different from those you've visited prior, to say the least. Skulls hang from the ceiling as lanterns, thickly glistening blood dripping off them in artistic pools lining the pebbled walkway that leads you inside. Here and there, flame occasionally bursts through the stones, and even through your shoes, you can feel the heat simmering below -- that's a pit of hellfire resting beneath you, no doubt about it.

"Lord Diavolo! How wonderful to be graced with your patronage again tonight," the succubus at the front desk greets warmly. "What can we do for you today? We are currently offering a range of special sanguine services for the fall season. It is a beautiful night for a bloodbath, if you're interested."

Memories of dramatic TV depictions of creepy women bathing in bloody bathtubs under young women's bodies dripping from huge slash wounds flash through your mind, and you glance over at Diavolo in mild panic. You have heard that blood is good for the skin, but...

He doesn't look your way, and for a moment, it almost seems like he might be interested. But with an easy, relaxed smile at the clerk, he shakes his head no, answering instead, "Thank you, but we'd actually like to do the fire bath tonight."

Fire...bath? Is it even possible to bathe in fire? It's not exactly a liquid, though you suppose it wouldn't be the first time the Devildom defied the laws of physics. More importantly though, can you, a human, bathe in fire? You tighten your grip slightly on Diavolo's hand in yours, trying to signal at him, but he's not looking at you, unconcerned. Then, just as you open your mouth to try to ask, you find yourself whisked away to individual changing rooms.

With a modest nervousness welling in your stomach, you step out to the bath area and see Diavolo happily grinning at you from waist-deep inside of a pool that looks an awful lot like, well, liquified flames. Though the contents of the pool are distinctly fluid, you watch as burning orange splashes churn against his body, flashing in red and yellow sparks for an instant each time they make contact against him. Nor does it help that the rocks holding the pool look an awful lot like the ring around a fire pit.

"Um, Diavolo! Are you sure it's, uhm, safe?! Humans can't swim in fire...!" you call out to him, already feeling waves of heat emanating from the waters.

"Oh! Oh, of course! I'm sorry for worrying you, it's completely safe." His eyes, gleaming with gold as if to mirror the shimmering water he's in, are as kind as ever as he helps you into the pool.

Hesitant, you take his lead, but as soon as you step inside, it suddenly makes more sense. The water is hot, yes, but the temperature is just within range of human comfort, the sparks of red alighting upon your skin serving to send relaxing tingles that calm you each time the heat starts to feel like too much. "Okay. Okay, so the fire bath isn't real fire," you murmur, cautiously letting the anxiety melt away with the warmth. "That's good to kn--"

You're cut off by one especially large spark which skims across your back as you move closer to your partner, and you instinctively press a hand against his chest as the cooling sensation sends a shiver up your spine.

He chuckles heartily at your misunderstanding, pulling you close against his frame as you shake off the shudder. As he lays a tender kiss upon your lips, he responds gently, "Of course not. I haven't forgotten your humanity, my love. And I would never choose anything that would do you harm."

#obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me fic #obey me drabble #writings #drabble #2700 follower celebration #mod chaos in the devildom

[reddogf13]

Outlast 2: Deliverance CH 4

Also on A03

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - Dead Dove Do Not Eat This takes place in the Outlast 2 universe after all, Blood and Gore, Child abuse, Sexual abuse of children & adults, Child killings, religious trauma, Torture and abuse both physical and mental.

Previous chap: CH 3: Atonement

Next chap: CH 5: Deluge

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~Ch:4 Eucharist~

Blake handed out basic orders to everyone else. “Fix what you can. Gather up everything that could be useful.” They spread from him down the town streets. Some fixing their own houses that collapsed from the major storm. Gathering chunks of metal buried partly in the mud. Barbwire taken down wherever it remained tied.

He went out to find the farmers followed by Marta. They were working on gathering what they could. Hanging the cobs looking mostly dark. A few rotten tomatoes on a table having its seeds plucked out. A few sacks of potatoes covered in fresh roots set aside. Approaching James to check in. “How are things going?”

“Better than first expected. Scoured the fields and found all of that left in the dirt.” waving the knife he was using toward the collected stuff. Using the blade to scrape out more seeds from mushy tomatoes. “The potatoes were at the back of the barn regrowin' on their own. We can plant them right away if you want?”

“Uh. … What do you use to water all of this? The lake and river?”

“River only, why?”

“I don't know if it's poisoned or not. There were a lot of dead fish when I crossed the lake.”

“Yeah, we worried about that. Many of us noticed it depends on which part you were at. Down round the main river the mines leached out to it. Spreading further into the lake. Anybody who drank from there suffered some serious illness. Us, meanwhile on the split river creek did fine. Long as you didn't eat the fish jumping up and down river rapids in between.”

“So the creeks fine, but fish aren't?”

“We can strictly take northern river water and be safe. Otherwise there ain't much more we can do. Canned food we can live off of a little while longer. Have to mention though that our pantries are gettin' tight. Something Knoth always made a point of not mattering.” James repeatedly side eyed Marta for a reaction. faking the priest's voice next. “ “Ignore your empty bellies for soon we'll be feasting off God's harvest in heaven.”. ” Dropping the act. “I think he sang a different tune in private.”

“True. Can't live strictly off hunting for forever. Sounds like you didn't have the same faith.”

“Hard to after a while.” Watching Marta. “Faith works like food. Can be good for ya or bad. With Knoth we had a black moldy loaf of bread. Starved, we ate in the hopes it'd kill the pains. Deep down I think we all knew it only made things worse. Made us sick from the inside out. Might take some longer than others to see it. This place used to be better, not so rotten, although I admit it still had its dark spots that we ignored. I pray from here we can get better.”

Blake breathed out a “Yeah.” Telling James to plant the potatoes despite the concern about their water. Asking next. “What's with all the tall fences and barbed wire?” Didn't know you could put corn in a max security prison.

“Couple reasons, Thieves or escapees. Certain people ate first and the rest got desperate for scraps.”

“Mm, I don't think it's necessary anymore. Break them down If you have some free time.” Finishing his check in. Passing through town to try and find the group of hunters. Wanting to learn himself how to trap and forage. Marta limping beside him had him think of what she should be doing. Can't be an enforcer anymore, shouldn't have been in the first place. I guess every town needs a sheriff to break up disputes though. Won't have to kill anyone, she's intimidating enough to stop people from fighting. But her limp could drag her down if things get serious. Feeling bad that she was limping to follow him everywhere. “You don't have to come. You can rest at home if that's better for you.”

“No.” she stated then spoke out what sounded like an excuse. “I won't miss the word of a visiting Angel.”

“I'm not- … What if the angel tells you to go home?”

She let out a rough hum. “... Then I'll go home.”

“Then go home.” He stopped and so did she.

An annoyed bible verse mumbled before she asked. “What will you be doing?”

“Learn how to trap and forage until the day ends. I'll come back and maybe we'll all get to eat something that's not canned. Go home and rest your ankle.”

“It's fine, I can still move.”

“You shouldn't be walking on it. I'm ordering you to go rest.” Smiling at her mumbled along verses when turning to leave. Splitting with one heading up the mountain and the other down. Traveling around the forest while keeping Temple Gate insight he found the group of hunters. Gathering around a cluster of berry bushes. Listening to John explain trapping while they worked. Blake was greeted as he joined in. Caught up to where they were in the lesson. Reported to on where rabbit wires were set in the hopes they'd snag something. Based on how many baskets of berries they collected he hoped everyone would get at least a small bowl's worth. Having some luck with the rabbit wires. Not enough for everyone between the small numbers caught. It turned into a topic of who would get some.

John stated what felt like the obvious. “You should take one.”

“No, there are a lot worse than me.” Wish I could feed everyone with a single rabbit. “Think we'll find anything else today?” taking in the sun approaching the horizon.

“Maybe, up on the mountain side we used to find a ton of edible plants. Wild onions to carrots were up there. Don't know how much we'll find now. Since heretics were running rampant all through these woods.”

Blake nearly choked on his spit at the mention. “You think we'll see any?”

“I'm sure we won't. This is considered a bit far from where they normally spread out. Long as we keep heading west toward the sun set.”

“Mm. … If we do find anything we could try and make a soup. Boil everything in a big pot, if we have one. Keep starvation back for a day.”

“Sounds good. I know a lot of leafy greens that should be up there. Not as filling as actual vegetables, but good for now. … What will you do about the heretics?”

“... I don't know. … Feels weird calling them heretics still. They were just people who wanted to escape Knoth.” Stomach churning on the topic. “I rather not get involved unless I have to.” Ending the topic there to press forward up the mountain. Collecting various edible plants that satisfied Blake's needs for a soup. No carrots, but they found onions along with a collection of mushrooms on a tree. Their group took a break at the mountain's top to eat a small collection of edible flowers. Some weren't flavorful while some were a bit sour like lemons. Blake winced at his shoved down handful making him drool excessively. Unsure if chewing them of flavor felt better compared to harshly swallowing early. At least he caused others to chuckle at his ridiculous eating. Happy to have a little something in his stomach after so long. “Think we'll make it back by nightfall?”

“Just about.” John partly covered his eyes to see how low the sun was set. “Dinners gonna be late by the time we finish cooking it.” Carving bits out of a branch making the rough shape of a fox.

“Heh, I used to carve stuff like that. Haven't since I left scho-” His happy memory ruined by another. Jessica. ... I should have carved a rock for her too. Even if it's been years. By the change in Blake's expression John offered him the small carving knife.

“You can have it if you want. They're easy to make.”

“You sure?” He perked up at the small gift.

“Yeah, got five more at home. I lose them constantly.”

“Thanks.” He glanced around him for something to carve. I could make something to place at the graves. Locking onto a dead looking sapling sticking straight from the ground. Its measly branches bare of any leaves with its bark sun bleached white. Tall yet thin enough to fully grasp with a hand. Should be easy enough to take a chunk off. Grabbing onto the whole thing to yank back. Discovering it to be far sturdier than it looked. Shoving it back and forth to yank its roots free.

“Uh, I could find you some wood?” John offered. Watching Blake continue to struggle against the dead sapling.

“No, I'm not letting this tree win.” Blake joked through his fight. Ripping it enough to pop it free of the earth. Coming out with it was a smooth rock the sapling grew around. “Wow.” he turned it over for a closer look. No wonder it was so sturdy. Dirt brushed away from the roots thick as its own branches. Taking in the whole thing he was excited to start carving. Wanting to spare a lot of it with only a few extra twigs shaved off its branched top. Woodworking was one of the few classes he loved and was exceptionally well at. He cleaned the sapling of any sprouting branches down to a long straight shape. Smaller stringy roots snipped away for a cleaner look. Preserving the smooth rock it had attached itself to. Carving the rough shape of a snake winding down its long length. The head of it coiled just under the rock in a winded back position. Threatening to strike out from under the rock. That was as far as he got before they started to head back. Blake worked hard to carefully carve out the criss crossing scales down the serpent.

Forced to stop when it got too dark to work. Pausing for the moment when they returned to the dining hall. Setting up a whole makeshift process to cook dinner for a mass of starving people. Huge pots gathered to cook chunks of prepared rabbit followed by the various veg. Collected baskets of berry's delicately spread out by the cupful. If there were any extras they'd be put aside for tomorrow. The town was gathered in to be lined up for their dinner. Pots brought out to a bar top outside the kitchen doors for soup to be poured into bowls. Given a cup of berries as a strange side of sorts, but nobody was complaining.

Blake skipped eating for now to finish his carving in the kitchen. Off to the side was a small carved out dove. A fake banner around its neck donning the name Jessica. He planned to place it soon on the stone graves. Smoothing out the last few angles of the rattlesnake currently. Smiling over his finished staff of white turned black surrounding the stone still attached. Its shape resembled a bulky hammer that would surely kill someone if slammed down hard enough. various open areas between the snake lightly carved to show imprints of leafy ground litter. Satisfied that no more needed to be done he left the kitchen to find Marta. Asking around he found out she finished eating a while ago and was back on patrol. He ignored any offerings of food to take before going back out. Wanting to give the walking staff to her soon as possible. Running around in the dark for her going by vague memories of her patrol. Eventually she found him first, leaning against a building to catch his breath.

“Come to find me, Angel?”

“Yes, and you don't have to call me that. Blake's fine.” Wheezing for more air. “Made you this.” Offering her the walking staff. She inspected it up and down without a move to take it. In fact she leaned away from it. Realizing he'd have to do some convincing. “I thought you would need it to walk. It's lighter than the … Last thing. ... Pretty sure with the rock you could still crack a skull.” Based on her negative reaction he was quick to follow up with. “But I saw it more of a defense thing. Better to have and not need than the other way. Everything's fine now, but if anybody needed saving I'm sure you can do it. I promise that I'll never ask you to kill anyone.”

Given an honest promise she took the staff from him. A soft spoken. “Thank you.” given back.

“Welcome.” Turning to visit the child's graves next.

“You want me to watch the streets tonight?” Using the staff to walk more smoothly by his side.

“Well, you don't have to. If people want to run they can.”

“What about the heretics?”

“... Yeah. Keep an eye out. Just scare them away, you don't have to hurt them. … Should stop calling them heretics too.” Delicately placing Jessica's white dove between some stones across the grave site.

“Then what are they?”

He walked silent as he thought of a new term. Can't call them outsiders. I didn't like that when Knoth used it against me. Strangers? But they're not really. Could call them survivors, but isn't everyone? Just use them or people, but if we need to talk about them it could get confusing. Them just seems rude and ostracizing. Developing a headache from the running in circles he was doing. Settled on a label he himself thought was stupid, but felt right. “Goats.”

“Goats?” Marta's brows furrowed. “Why that?”

“It sounds better that the mountains are infested by goats then heretics.”

“What shall goats be called then when differentiating?”

“They'll be heretics.” Letting out a light chuckle. Marta let out an amused puff of air while giving him a questioning look. It was the first time he didn't see Marta so depressingly serious.

“If that's what the angel wants. I'll watch out for visits by “Goats”.”

“Make sure you get some sleep.”

“More plans for tomorrow?”

“Nothing like today. More rebuilding, more hunting for food.” Entering the dining hall to collect his serving. Long cold by now from when it was set aside. “It takes so long to gather everyone. I don't want to interrupt things so often.”

“The speaker horns still work after the storm. I can see the green light out the room's window. It was the best way for word to travel without physically doing so.”

Ugh, then I have to use something Knoth touched. Finishing his small meal. “Can you show me?”

“I can.” Leading him off toward a large two story house. Neighboring the compound near the helicopter crash site. Fully white with pillars lining the front with a second story balcony. The two front doors boarded over where the glass panels were broken out. A green light shown through a front lower window. Blake checked the doors and found them unlocked. Stepping through he saw the insides far more decorated then other places. Nice large rugs covering the floors. Many paintings covering walls blocked by fine carvings and vases.

Stepping to the radio room he saw Marta staying back outside. “Not coming?”

“This was Knoths home.”

Of course it is. “Oh. … Well, he's not here anymore.” Coaxing her to step inside. Waiting for her to duck under the doorway before moving deeper inside. Taking in the long set up radio controls. Most he figured out were to alert what was connected and what wasn't. The ones on were green, but many more were blacked out. “Do you know where “Eastern top road” is?”

“A road leading up toward goat infested forest.”

“Makes sense.” other unlit labels saying eastern this or that. John said the goats were spreading out around there. Pressing a button that was labeled “talk”. “Testing.” his voice heard loud and clear from outside. “Heh, still works.” His smile dropped when he found an orange medicine bottle sitting out not far. Swiping it to read the label. Prescribed to Ethel Garrison. Penicillin G Benzathine - (100mg) to be taken twice daily for 14 days. Hmm, still in date. Must've bought these from someone recently. Pouring himself a couple to swallow down dry. “We need to find more of these.” Holding the bottle up for Marta to see.

“... Those aren't study aids, are they?”

“No, They're antibiotics for all the diseases around here. I said he could've helped the scalled at any time. These are how.” Rattling the bottle before setting it in a pocket on his vest. Facing her, she had a burning glare pointed toward the floor. “Did you know?”

“None were allowed to ask, but still others spoke about- ... I was told to quiet them. …”

“How'd people know? A guess?”

“Us who are older once lived on the outside. Convinced by Knoth and rejected by others, we followed him en masse. 'till we settled here. I was far younger then.”

“You've been outside? How long ago?”

“Mm.” she hummed in thought. “'Bout more than 40 years past since.”

“That's - that's a while.” he nervously chuckled. “Has anyone been out recently?”

“Jacob has. His last visit may have been a month away now. He was sent out to lead a small group for buyin’ a list. Stuff we couldn't make like gas for the generator, “study aids”, to name a few. Don't remember seein' his fellow travelers around.”

“We'll have to find him tomorrow. It's time for another trip.” Leaving the radio room to snoop around the place. Drawers filled by many other bottles left empty. More canned food Blake noted to take back when done. Upstairs he found an office covered in drafts of his gospel. Swept away into the trash bin until it was over filled by Blake. Buried under a pile of fallen papers was a huge floor safe. “Whoa, wonder what Knoths got in here.” He grabbed an iron poker by the empty fireplace. Using it as a makeshift crowbar to stab along the sides. Managing to stab it in between the door to force it up. He could wedge it enough to see the door bending up, but not enough to break it. Even with him leaning his whole weight onto the bar.

“Want me to try?”

Blake couldn't answer through his wheezing, giving a tired head nod as he stepped back. Marta set her staff to the side to grip the poker. Slamming it down firmly with a shout that cracked the safe door free. Thrown back to slam into the floor behind it. The poker itself stuck dented in a curve tossed aside by her. Both peered down into the large hidden safe.

“Guess this solves one problem.” Pulling out a huge brick of cash. A quick flip told him it was indeed all hundred dollar bills. Laying down on the floor he dipped his head into the dark space. Surprised there was a ladder below buried in the pile. Counting the stacks sitting on stacks of hundreds then sitting back up to stand. “Without messing up the stacks I'm guessing there's at least 9 million on the surface alone. If this thing is six feet deep it might be closer to 27 million. When we find Jacob we'll take some of this and buy everything we can to get things running again.”

“Like what?”

“A shit ton of seeds for one. Fuel to keep the generator running.” Grabbing a nearby empty prescription bottle off a window sill. “And pills, a lot of them.”

“You planning to help the scalled?”

“What kind of angel would I be if I didn't?” Setting the bottle back. “I don't think there's anything else here. Meet me at the hall tomorrow. Bring Jacob if you find him.”

#outlast 2 #blake langermann #outlast 2: deliverance #marta outlast #temple gate #val outlast

[knights-unwelcommentary]

back on my drone karkat shit, but this time, with a twist! karkat being a drone isn’t really prominent, just in the background

karkat lives in the middle of nowhere, not too far from the sea, but far enough that seadwellers won’t decide to attack him. so he’s at the shore one day catching some fish bc mans gotta eat yknow, and who other than feferi swims up to chat (they’re both roughly 3-3 1/2 sweeps rn) and the edges of her fins haven’t started turning pink, and she only has her head poking out of the water so karkat can’t see her blood color/sign. she says hello and is all friendly and poor karkat is just so confused. they talk for a bit before they have to leave because the sun will come up soon. karkat thinks it’s just a one time thing, but then it happens again. and again. and again

and now it’s a routine, and neither knows the others blood color (karkat assumes feferi is violet and feferi assumes karkat is a lowblood) and everyone is just having a grand old time for a couple sweeps but then oh fuck! some highbloods that are probably drunk on faygo decide that this hemo-anon troll sitting by the shore should die! and it’s this whole thing, feferi comes and joins the fight and she and karkat kill the highbloods and all is well but then they both notice that they’re both injured and bleeding and it’s this whole dramatic, emotional thing, where karkat is freaking the fuck out because 1) a troll knows his blood color and 2) said troll is the ducking heiress, and feferi is frantically trying to calm him down and she does and oh fuck I guess they’re moirails now who woulda guessed

and feferi thinks that everyone knows that drones have bright red blood, until karkat says that his blood isn’t natural and he’s a mutant, and she informs him that actually no karkat you’re a drone I thought everyone knew drones have your blood color and karkat proceeds to have a mental breakdown

anyway karkat teaches feferi about lowblood culture and stuff and feferi helps karkat research about drones and what they need and this got really long so I’m just gonna stop here but how do you think this would affect their session

~ 🔥 anon

If Feferi and Karkat start the session as moirals independently of the reason, the team avoids a lot of the Eridan downward spiral cause Feferi wouldn't have revealed she never had romantic feelings for him right after losing Alternia and he wouldn't have isolated himself in his planet

Karkat would have been a lot more in control if he had a moiral and Feferi's position on the hemospectrum would have taken away some of the pressure to prove himself so he would have been a lot more effective and focused as a leader

Feferi would have had some perspective and would have been more invested in trying to smooth down casteist disagreements among the team as soon as they popped up. She might avoid dying altogether

The drone thing would add some unique problems but overall the session might have gone better, I guess? It would be one of the cases where being too good dooms the timeline

#🔥 asks #{talk homestuck to me}

[harleiquina]

The Fish-wolf

Is not every day that I follow someone elses prompt to come up with a story (I’m not very fond of this practice but I understand why it is helpful) however, after watching The Sandman’s extra episode and seeing people asking about the abandoned (?) concept of a fish that turns into wolf (or was it a human that turned into a fish, hm maybe I got it wrong, nevermind)... my imagination clicked. Whatcha gonna do?

Apologies in advanced for any oddity in my writing, I speak and write Spanish pretty much 24/7 so.... my grammar structure has nothing to do with yours (I don’t know why all the sudden I’m so self-conscious about my commas). Let us pretend that I’m telling this story out loud, maybe that would make it make more sense. Hopefully.

*No muses were harmed while writting this story. Actually I’d like to be left alone for a little bit: I have way to many stories on the works and I cannot keep on coming up with new ones while I have to work. If any of you could say that to them or to Morpheus himself I’ll appreciate it. Just for a little bit, not forever... I’m nobody without my creativity. Although is it truly mine?

Shh! Be quiet! Hasn’t anybody ever told you not to mess with a pack of Were-Wolves resting on the shore? 

Can’t you see the thick fur, slightly curved back (as if one of them it’s trying hard to walk in 4 legs) and those big eyes filled with reason and inteligence? I mean, sure... in movies they always exagerate the human side because it’s easier to put a costume on an actor than using a real Were-Wolf, but the concept is the same. I think.

What do you mean with “that those are not  Were-wolves”? I swear on every cell of my body and every particle of my ancestors that has transformed itself back to dirt and still lives on this Earth that those are Were-Wolves! 

Still, I could spend here a lot of time discussing the diference between movies, real life and the elusive, latin and misteryous cousin of the Were-Wolf known as El Lobizón, but we’ll be here for the rest of the night and tonight is a very important one. Why do you ask?

Well, do you see how one of the wolves (let’s call him like that to shorten time) anyway, do you see how it is just siting IN the water, playing with he waves on his paws, blowing bubbles with his nose and, in occasion, stares at the moon as in a eternal trance that could be mistaken with fascination and longing? 

That one, my dear, is a Fish-Wolf. 

Hey! There’s no need to laugh! I know exactly how it happened and I am here to tell you. 

But nobody invited you so... you can leave... if that’s what you want. No? Ok, let’s get to it.

It was a night like this, many moons ago that a Were-Wolf was quenching his thirst on this river and, without him noticing, one little fish was slightly scratched with his fangs. The little fish, let’s call him... no, not Nemo (I’m tempted on a homage to the Captain, but I’m afraid of the Mouse’s Copyright), hm, maybe Verne could be an option, not a good one but he wouldn’t mind. It’s a fish after all.

So Verne came back with his own, leaving a very faint trace of blood in the water nearby. Because of that the others left him, it’s never good to leave trace when you are a easy prey. 

Verne stayed alone until he healed, rather quickly I might add, and eventually moved on with his simple life. And then a new Full Moon came.

As soon as the sun began to set, he could feel a knot in his stomach. I was different to the times he eat something (or someone) that he shouldn’t. This time felt like an emptyness growing deep within. He felt hot as well, something completly new for him. Hiding in his favourite rock, he felt himself getting bigger. He could barely fit there! So, once again he left his community alone and went to the shore. If it was his time to die, he wouldn’t expose the location of the others. Maybe if nature was kind enough he would be found by that terrible bear that killed nearly a dozen of his siblings and if he was really sick to death maybe that would cause him, at very least, a terrible indigestion.

Near the shore the water was slightly warmer,but he didn’t mind, the fact that he now had paws was far more disturbing. Verne also felt his skull changing shape, now he also had a nose! and teeth! and hair! His eyes now were in front of his head and that made him dizzy... and then he realized that he couldn’t breathe anymore! He tried to take as much water as he could but it was the weirdest sensation it felt like burning, and it was also heavy inside of him. Verne surrendered and left himself float as it happens to all fish when it’s time to go. Yeah, I know, quite a surprise he received when he realized that now, outside of the water he could breathe just fine. 

Stunned by this discovery, he gazed upon the stars and the moon. That emptyness he felt at the begining was gone, as if the light scared it away. The trance was broken by something moving on top of his head. It was his ears, he always wondered how did they worked and now he could tell that there were others like him nearby. Should he... join them?

He tried to move as usual but it didn’t feel right, so he decided to use his paws to walk on the pebbles below him. I’m not going to lie to you, it took him a few tries to get the gist of it.

Now it was time to set foot for real on land and on grass after that. His heart was pounding, would it hurt? It was dangerous, that’s a given, but how different where this elements away from the bottom of the lake where everything gets softened by the water? He kept his front right paw mid-air for what seemed an eternity and it would’ve remained like that if it wasn’t because another creature was staring at him with curiosity.

“Go ahead” it said “The first night is always a mess, but you’ll get use to it. I’ve seen all of them going through it and they always overcome it... which is saying something. No offense, but humans are quite stupid” 

“Humans?” asked Verne.

“Wow! You can understand me! Who are you? I’m a stork”

“I am a fish”

“A fish” the stork was surprised and all the sudden it dawned to her “You’re not here for vengance, are you?”

“I just been through one of the worst experiences in my life and you think that I’ve done it to get you?”

“You are no human, alright” laughed the bird.

“What is this?”

“You mean your dashing new appearance? That, little one, is the body of a wolf. Now if you mean about the gift... well, there it is: it’s a gift. It’s been told by generations that the Moon and the Stars decided to help a small group of humans against some other humans by turning them into animals so they could find food and shelter a lot easier and out of any suspicion, but humans beeing humans thought that this meant to go out there with the power to destroy their enemies. So the gift was changed, now whenever they bite someone they pass it on. It was a good idea, nobody wanted to share this opportunity with their opponents, so the number of blessed ones decreased. Still, sometimes accidents happen, like you I believe”

“Is there a way to make it go away?”

“Just through death. It’s ancient magic, little one, and not casted by any man in a robe claiming to have all the knowledge of the world and gets gold as reward for it even if it’s the planet’s worst liar” 

“Humans like gold?” Verne was surprised. 

“Humans like lots of things. Some of them have more worth than others for them. Would you believe it? They even kill themselves for said things... what kind of sensible creature sacrifices not hundreds but thousands of lives for a piece of metal? I’d understand better if it was for a really good place to live, but it is still too far fetched. Bah! Stupids, as I said.”

“Then” the fish realized that the conversation strayed too far away of his interest “What should I do?”

“If you want to die we can wait until sunrise and I’ll take care of that”

“No, no. I’m good for now”

“You better be. This will happen for every period of full moon until the very end of your life”

“Every single time?” 

“Yes. When you put it like that it helps me understand why humans think of it as a curse. I’d say that you should be smarter” a howl interrupted her “I’d better get going, they are coming and some of them enjoy being the salvage hunter a little too much”

“And you’ll leave me here?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. When changed, humans are even dumber than before. They’ll think you are one of them and leave you alone” The stork moved her wings and in just a couple of seconds was flying near the clouds.

Verne decided to hide. Thanks to his new paws he was able to cross the patch of grass that created a natural border between the trees and the shore. He sat behind some mossy stones and waited to see the others, they were taking their time and that helped him realize that even if the plants weren’t as smooth as the ones he was used to, they were still nice to the touch. He felt tickles and fell in love with the overly scented combination of green grass, earth and rock.

And then they came. They were only three, one of them seemed to have taken the leader position and the others follwed him. He could tell that they were lost just like him, nobody knew what to do with this new body. The wolf that seemed to be the leader howled to the moon in a position that probably felt cooler than what it looked. Just as the stork said, the humans were dumb: everything they knew about beeing a Were-Wolf came out of movies. It would seem that the main question would be: if you’re not a bloodlust beast of the night, are you even a Were-Wolf?

Verne kept watching them, but the lovely combination of forest’s smells made him sneeze. Before the others could see him, he started to run. 

He never felt such freedom before, or at least nothing similar to the wind blowing against him and drawing small waves in his fur. The extasis of feeling his legs trodding with a strenght unknown to him... and the jumps! What a glorious thing it was floating in the air, even if it was for a little bit.

The other three wolves followed him, firstly because he was a stranger and they needed to make their position clear... but then, they felt the same and joined Verne in his life changing discovery. 

They run, played, jumped, rolled on the herbs and, once they got tired, just laid down to hear every sound, to smell all the scents and taste the night with every pant. 

The sun was starting to show it’s early rays. Verne felt the need to go back to the lake and the others also felt that it was time to leave.

He could barely remember the change back into fish, maybe that’s why he felt for a while that all of it was just a dream. A very wild one. He should stay away from those emerald green pretty algae that he ate during the morning.

But then it happened again at night, and in the next one, and so on until the end of the Full Moon. 

He was able to try a different life for 5 nights, try new tastes, smell flowers and pines, feel the vibration of the worms under the soil and dig to find them. 

It was a blessing for him, and he was never going to let the Moon and Stars think that he wasn’t greatful about it. Thats why he just stays there, absorving their light giving them nothing more than love in return.

#my writing #aspiring author #the sandman #calliope sandman #should I thank Ric Maddoc? Gross #Really nervous to post this but someone might like it #It's so out of my comfort zone #I write novels not short stories and most definetly not fables #but who cares? #If this ever reaches Neil Gaiman himself I'll be so embarrased #would i? #who knows? #I hope this makes you feel something nice dear reader

[guessimate]

I’m starting this post with the traits I randomized for the Carbonneau family. This is the last family whose head is going off to war, so they are not getting a ROS this time.

Eustacia got randomized into: Born Saleswoman, Gatherer, Hopeless Romantic, Great Kisser, and Heavy Sleeper.

Cyprian got randomized into: Handy, Good, and Clumsy Vegetarian that’s Never Nude.

Aubrey got randomized into: Clumsy, Eccentric, with Green Thumb.

Cecilia got randomized into: Neat, Brooding, Star Quality.

I’m guessing she likes it that her mother wears fancy clothes and she’s going to take this over somehow. I just added random traits to her, no inheriting, because she’s not really related to the Carbonneaus by blood, as her biological parents are some random townies. I guess she also doesn’t mind cleaning the house for her family and she might feel like she’s a bit below them.

In terms of personality:

Eustacia is a Gemini, 7 active, 5 outgoing/playful, 4 neat/nice.

Cyprian is a Taurus, 6 playful/outgoing, 5 neat/active, 3 grouchy.

Even though Cecilia is not related to her adopted parents, it turned out she was a Taurus, like Cyprian. She’s max outgoing, 8 playful, 6 neat, 4 grouchy, 1 lazy.

Aubrey definitely doesn’t suffer from the firstborn syndrome. He’s a Libra, max outgoing/playful, 8 nice, 1 sloppy/lazy. His one true hobby is Nature.

~*~

Aubrey learnt all of the toddler skills and the nursery rhyme by the time his adopted sister aged up into a toddler. Thanks to that Eustacia was able to give her attention to her adopted daughter, as well.

Since Cyprian is a Vegetarian, I guess that means no more fish on the table in the house when papa’s home... I know there is a mod that disables certain food for vegetarians, but I think it would only disable it for Cyprian and the master of the house is not cooking. His wife might, although they should get a servant, but there really aren’t enough sims for that now. I also just have a feeling Cyprian’s going to eat a lot of desserts because of the vegetarian trait, which is… questionable for an army man.

For now Eustacia’s been feeding him spaghetti, since that normally requires tomatoes in TS3, I believe, and that’s the only vegetarian food she can make with her limited cooking skill. I’m just ignoring the fact that this spaghetti might have some meat in it and I’m pretending it’s a vegan version. Also, Hortensia Gardiner came over to pay the Carbonneaus a visit. I took it to mean she wanted to sell them her tomatoes as soon as she found out Cyprian was into veggies. That was wise of her. I guess it worked out in Eustacia’s favour that she had some lower class friends that could provide her with harvestables.

~*~

On Saturday the priest came over of his own accord, as well. I took it to mean he came to christen the kids. Sadly, the heir had already become a child by then. I think he aged up on Friday night. But it’s not like only babies and toddlers can be baptized. Even though Aubrey is 2 days older than Cecilia, they went to school for the 1st time on the same day (Monday), which is quite realistic, in my view. Now that I’m thinking about it though, shouldn’t only boys go to school and girls – be homeschooled…? Oh well, whatever. We have so few kids for now it’s fine.

~*~

Cyprian rolled some romantic wants towards his wife and he did want to go on a date last minute before he would go off to war, so... I feel like almost my entire ‘hood is pregnant now. Got to make sure your wife is with a child before you go off to war, am I right?

Cyprian also wanted to become fit, which is cute, because his wife likes fit guys and her one true hobby happens to be sports. A lot of my town’s ladies seem to be suffering from the same problem – they like their husbands, but their husbands are only neutral towards them, in terms of chemistry, eh...

~*~

They had 20,725 in the bank left over from the last round. I got them a manuscript you can write with instead of using a computer [but my experiment failed, Eustacia still couldn’t get paid for writing, so it must be something else that messes it up for me]. They also got a crib for Cecilia. They bought a chess table, because Cyprian’s one true hobby’s Games. They got the invisible training dummy [perfect for Eustacia, because her one true hobby is Sports] and the wooden sword for duels, since Cyprian is an army man. I think it’s enough of prestige items for promotions for now. I also got Cyprian the job stopinator, when he got to level 6 of Military career (I think it cost 1$ so I’m just ignoring that).

So after the initial shopping they started with 19,320$. And they ended up with 24,709$, so their income was 5389$. They need to pay:

539$ [rounded down to 500$] – tax.

3000$ – rent.

= 3500$ – to the Royal Wallet. There is 58,100$ in the treasury.

500$ tithe – to the priest. The Church has 10,100$.

They should be left with 20,709$. Just a reminder – next round they will be left without the family’s breadwinner, as he’ll be off to war… unless I make Eustacia paint portraits or something, but since they are the richest family in the hood, besides merchants, I don’t think I will. They need Aubrey to become a teenager.

I totally forgot about the treasure tax, but that’s honestly just pocket money for them (only 20% taxed for gentry). I’ll try to remember and pay it next round. They dug up a 200$ tiki idol. I quite like the idea of keeping those treasures as dowries, or part of them.

#ts2 #medieval charter challenge #mcc #gentry #winter #military

[3xm-draconic]

Respite (werebat Cyris story)

Summary: The gang has a nice night of fun together...and Cyris learns some valuable info.

“FINALLY” Roger cried as they reached the town of Rivington “CIVILIZATION!”, “warm beds…” Wyll sighed, “fresh supplies!” Lae’zel grinned,“BETTER BOOZE!” Roger howled excitedly.

“Ooh there’s a little bookstore in town, I wonder if they might have a few new recipe books” Gale hummed, “I can see a tavern! We have enough gold, let's eat out tonight everybody” Allegra said as she skipped along the path.

“Eating out would be a nice change of pace from having to cook all the time” Cyris groaned, “I agree, eating out at a nice restaurant sounds like a rather nice date~” Astarion smiled.

At the inn they were staying at, a cheap place called: The 12 Rusty Swords Inn, they settled down for a feast.

Karlach and Wyll ordered a warm meaty stew to share together.

Halsin and Lae’zel both ordered a dish of roasted parsnips and other root vegetables covered in a tangy sauce.

Roger had a fish dish while Allegra ordered a pheasant pie.

Gale and Shadowheart enjoyed a platter of assorted meats and other delicacies they could dip into a small cauldron of cheese portabley heated by a magical rune.

Jaheira snacked on scones and had a nice pot of tea to go along with it.

Astarion ordered a steak…cooked VERY rare, nearly raw and Cyris had black pudding (blood sausage) with toast and eggs.

“Ahhh~ this is great! Finally a little reprieve from the craziness of travel and adventuring” Karlach smiled as she patted her stomach, “I couldn’t agree more, but we will have to depart soon, to stop the elder brain…” Gale forebodingly said.

“Well I ain’t doing that till I’ve tried the drink menu” Roger mumbled “now” he pulled out a pair of spectacles “lets see…”

“Iam not getting drunk, I am too old for such shenanigans” Jaheira mumbled.

“Zelly and I are gonna hit the hay early” Halsin said as he and Lae’zel whent upstairs to their room.

“I’am down to party!” Karlach grinned, “me too” Wyll added, “I think a little fun is in order, Shadow what do you think?” Gale turned to the raven-haired half elf, Shadowheart smiled “drinks sound delightful”. 

“Mmm~ the wine selection they have here isn’t too bad” Astarion hummed, “Drinks for most of us then…unless you’d like more tea Jaja?”, Jaheira snickered at her nickname “I would not mind another pot of camomile” she laughed.

The drink menu was…well it had quite a lot actually, it was hard to pick between the wines, hard liquors or mixed drinks.

So Roger came up with a system…

“Ok so, we’ll use my dice to decide what we’ll drink, what number on them is the menu number you order” he grumbled, “ooh~ like a game of chance!” Shadowheart hummed “exciting~”.

They all rolled the dice to see who picked first…

Wyll rolled the highest…

“31…Eye of the Beholder…hmmm sounds…interesting” he pondered.

The drink that arrived was a blue-tinted gin drink with dozens of little “eyeballs” floating in it, when Wyll bit into one of them it popped in his mouth an oozed with the flavor of mangos “Wow this…this is actually pretty good” he grinned.

“My turn!” Karlach excitedly snatched the dice from the table.

“52…Bubbling Black Brew?” she pondered.

The drink she ordered was a deep black fizzy wine served with a twist of lemon peel, when she took a taste she grinned “ooh~ it’s blackberry and lemon flavored” she happily sipped away.

Gale took the dice and rolled next…

“23…The…Hammer?” he pondered worriedly “that sounds interesting…”

The drink that came was served in a huge pewter chalice, it looked like they dumped every alcohol they had and the kitchen sink in there…but Gale took a sip and said it was good.

Shadowheart nervously looked at the dice “oh please be something good…” she pleaded.

“81, Ambrosia? Hmm never heard of that”

The drink smelled of coconut, ripe passion fruit, raspberries and peaches “OH there is some strong rum in here” she gasped.

“ALRIGHT MY TURN!” Roger excitedly grabbed his dice and rolled…

“61…candy drop…”

The drinks that came were a colorful drink covered in every candy that smelled potently of vanilla and a shot of  candies infused with liquor “oop well not what I was expecting…down the hatch!” Roger said as he dropped the candies into the vanilla drink and downed it in one go.

 Allegra was handed the dice next…

“14…Jellycube shots…”

6 small cubes of jelly on little platters, each a different color were served, Allegra grabbed the red one, squished it a little and then bit it “OOOH cherry flavor” she grinned. The green was apple, blue was berry, orange was citrus, yellow was banana, purple was grape. “vashe zdorov'ye!” Allegra cheered 

Astarion was handed the dice…

“100…Fairy Blood?” he laughed…

The drink that was served was thick and bright red, Astarion took a sip “haha it’s spicy tomato juice and vodka haha” he beamed.

Lastly it was Cyris’s turn…

 “4…strawberry fizz”

The drink that came was served in a tall fluted glass, it was a translucent pink that faded to a deep red and had chunks of strawberries in it. It fizzed and had a head of foam on top. Cyris smelled it, the scent of fresh berries mixed with champagne, lavender syrup and honey tantalized his senses. He sipped it… the taste was, “the berries…waiter where do you get your supply of strawberries?” he turned to their waiter, a tried-looking half-orc man.

“Some place called samgin…sanghen…woods something?” he grumbled, “sanguinwoods?” Cyris beamed, “yhea I think so” the waiter mumbled, “do..do you know anything about the village? If…if anything has happened to them?” Cyris asked him, a twinge of fear in his voice.

“I don’t know anything pal, haven’t heard anything in a while from em’, you could ask Max Tanpelr the town export manager” the waiter sighed and left.

Cyris looked worried…   

Their room was modest…but comfy.

Astarion missed the more lavish hotels and inns but this place was…charming, the little box of candy on the bedside tables was a nice touch.    

“Cyris~” Astarion called from the bedroom “come to bed darling~”, there was no reply, “C-Cyris?...” Astarion walked out of the bedroom and saw Cyris looking out their balcony.

“What troubles you my sweet?”, “...Whimbly said she’d kill my family…my village if I left…” Cyris had something in his hand…a faint glint of silver…

“Cyris?!” Astarion rushed over to his lover, Cyris held a knife in his hand…

“What…what if they're all dead? WHAT IF THEY DIED BECAUSE OF ME!?” he screamed as he held the blade to his arm, “CYRIS!” Astarion managed to grab hold of his wrist and wrench the blade free from his grasp “WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!”he shrieked.

Cyris dropped to the floor…

He was shaking…

He was crying…

“It’s all…my..fault…” he cried “all…my..fault…”

Astarion held him, held his lover’s head to his chest “shhh, shhh darling, it’s ok…” he raised Cyris’s face to his “you don’t know if they are hurt and his scares you…but hurting yourself won't fix that, we will find out more about them and if they are ok, ok?” He hugged him tightly.

“And if they aren’t ok?” Cyris whimpered…

“If things aren’t ok…if Whimbly has…has hurt them then we will avenge them” he kissed Cyris’s brow “don’t hurt yourself, please, I can’t stand to see you hurt yourself darling” he nuzzled Cyris “seeing you hurt hurts me”.

Astarion led Cyris to the bed and helped tuck him in, he wrapped his arms around him and held him close.

“I promise Cyris, I promise things will be ok…” 

The next morning Cyris and Astarion whent to see Max the town importer/exporter about his ties to sanguinwood shier…

Cyris’s belly churned in painful knots…he was panicking, his heart felt like it would explode out his ribcaged… 

“It’s alright darling, just hold my hand” Astarion assured him.

“Max?” Astarion called out “Max Tanpelr?”, “yes?” a little gnome man poked his head out from behind some boxes “what do you need of me my good fellow?” he chirped enthusiastically.

Astarion didn’t particularly like dealing with gnomes…too…happy…for his liking “we would like to know about one of your suppliers, a place called sanguinwood?, a little halfling village nestled in the spine of the world just beyond coldwood?” Astarion asked him. Max pondered, his face scrunched up in thought “oh yes I do know them, nice little place, BIG RED TREES! Have you ever seen them?, golly they are a sight!”, Astarion shook his head “no, no I’ve never been there, but my sweet darling here is from there and he wants to know how things have been?”

 Max smiled “oh never better, just got a shipment of plump red strawberries, cartons and cartons of them!” he beamed “why Rayford farm is my number 1 supplier” he smiled.

Cyris was brought to tears “y…you buy from my family?”, “your family?...GARL GLITTERGOLD’S BEARD!, you're their lost little boy aren’t you?” Max gawked “goodness boy your mother has worried herself near sick looking for you!”, Cyris started crying, Astarion turned to max…a little annoyed “he’s…he’s been dealing with something of late and could not return home…” he said haughtily.

“Well he could at least write her a letter or go to Baldur’s Gate, she’s probably still looking for him there” Max huffed and left back to his work.

Cyris fell to his knees outside the trade center “she’s…she’s so worried…” he whimpered “he’s right I could have sent her a FUCKING LETTER!” he hissed at himself and clawed at his skin, Astarion grabbed his hand and held him, restraining him from hurting himself further. 

“I’am a bad son…” he sobbed, “no you are not” Astarion helped him up “incase you haven’t noticed Cy we haven't really had time to just leisurely write a letter to our families. You are not a bad son for not being able to communicate with her” he said, hugging him tightly.

“...then we gotta go to Baludr’s Gate, not just to kill that brain thing but…but because I need to see my mom, I need to let her know I’am alive that I’am…well I’am not safe but I’am alive at least” he laughed.

“We are a long ways away from there darling” Astarion sighed, Cyris rested his head on Astarion’s “then I have a letter to write…”

#baldur's gate 3 #dnd character #dnd #werebat #astarion x oc #fanfic #balders gate 3 #soft astarion #baldurs gate astarion #angst and hurt/comfort

[catfoodblog]

Can Cats Eat Raw Salmon? 9 Things You Should Know!

 Can cats consume raw salmon? Learn about the nutritional value of raw salmon, the advantages and disadvantages of feeding it to cats, and how to avoid inadvertent consumption.

Nutritional information

Raw salmon is a nutrient-dense diet that contains a variety of nutrients that cats require. It is high in protein, omega-3 fatty acids, vitamins (such as vitamin D and vitamin B12), and minerals (such as selenium and potassium). These minerals are critical to a cat's overall health and well-being.

Why is it beneficial for cats to consume raw salmon?

There are a few advantages to feeding raw salmon to cats. For starters, it is a fantastic source of protein, which helps build and maintain muscle strength. Cats require protein since they must consume meat. Second, raw salmon is high in omega-3 fatty acids, particularly EPA (eicosapentaenoic acid) and DHA (docosahexaenoic acid), which are beneficial to a cat's skin and coat, reduce inflammation, and improve brain function.

Raw salmon also contains vitamins and minerals that are beneficial to a cat's overall health. Vitamin D is essential for bone health and calcium use in the body. Vitamin B12 aids in the formation of red blood cells and the proper functioning of the nervous system. Minerals such as selenium and potassium are critical to the functioning of a cat's body.

The Risks of Feeding Raw Salmon to Pets

Even though there are health benefits to eating raw salmon, cats may have problems if they consume it. One cause for concern is the presence of hazardous bacteria such as Salmonella or parasites such as Toxoplasma or Anisakis, which can cause cats to become ill from eating the food or have digestive issues. Raw salmon may also include the enzyme thiaminase, which degrades vitamin B1 (thiamine). Giving a cat a lot of raw salmon or making it a large proportion of its diet might create thiamine deficiency, which can lead to neurological disorders.

Is raw salmon safe for cats to eat?

There are various hazards associated with feeding raw salmon to cats, particularly in terms of pathogens, parasites, and thiamine deficiency. Because of these potential health dangers, feeding raw salmon to cats is typically not a smart idea. Instead, give them cooked salmon or store-bought meals that fits their nutritional requirements.

Can cats consume raw salmon?

Most cats can consume raw salmon without issue. Their digestive system is designed to consume raw meat and fish. However, individuals are concerned about the hazards of eating raw salmon, such as becoming ill from bugs or not getting enough thiamine.

Signs that a cat has consumed an excessive amount of raw salmon

If a cat consumes raw salmon contaminated with bacteria or parasites, they may vomit, have diarrhea, lose their appetite, become fatigued, experience stomach pain, and become dehydrated. If you believe your cat became ill after eating poisoned raw salmon, you should take it to the clinic immediately soon.

How to prevent cats from accidentally eating raw salmon

To protect cats from eating raw salmon by accident, keep raw fish safely out of their reach. When handling raw salmon, exercise caution and ensure that your cat cannot access it or the package. Proper food handling and storage can help limit the likelihood of food being consumed by accident.

Can a Cat Eat a Lot of Raw Salmon?

Giving your cat raw salmon should be avoided at all costs. How much raw salmon to feed a cat depends on a variety of factors, including its size, age, general health, and nutritional requirements. It is essential to consult a veterinarian for detailed advice on how to incorporate raw fish into a cat's diet, as each cat is unique.

How Much and How Frequently to Feed

If a veterinarian thinks it's OK, feed raw salmon in tiny amounts as part of a balanced diet. It is critical to ensure that raw salmon does not constitute a significant portion of the cat's diet and that it is provided in conjunction with other meals that supply all of the nutrients the cat requires.

Why is a diversified diet important?

In certain aspects, raw salmon is healthy for a cat's health, but it's crucial to offer cats a variety of meals so they get all the nutrients they require. A varied diet keeps you healthy and full of life by ensuring that you obtain all of the nutrients you require. Cats should eat a balanced and varied diet of high-quality commercial cat food designed to match their unique nutritional demands, in addition to raw salmon.

Can cats consume raw salmon?

Raw salmon should almost never be fed to cats since it can make them sick from bacteria, parasites, or a lack of thiamine. Cooked salmon or nutrient-dense commercial cat food is a superior option to meet a cat's nutritional requirements. It is critical to prioritize a cat's health and consult with a veterinarian about how to feed them depending on their specific requirements.

Last Thoughts on Feeding Raw Salmon to Cats

Even if cats are lured by raw salmon or believe it is good for them, it is necessary to consider their general health and potential health problems. Raw salmon advantages can be obtained from safer meals such as cooked salmon or commercially prepared cat chow. These options provide a well-balanced diet while lowering the hazards associated with eating raw fish. When determining what to feed your cat, always prioritize its safety and wellness.

Why it's critical to consult with your veterinarian regarding your pet's diet

It is critical to consult with a veterinarian before making dietary recommendations for your cat. They may provide expert advise based on the cat's individual demands, health, and any special nutritional requirements. Before prescribing the healthiest and safest meals for your cat, your veterinarian will consider a variety of factors. This ensures that your cat receives the optimum nutrients and is healthy.

#cat food

[lonespektr]

Oct 9th Day 23 The Shape of Water

I realized I wanted a del toro

By all rights this should be a re-watch but I never saw it

Obvs del toro but I LOVE me a zealot Michael shannon

And sign language user leac

Absolutely up my alley but I just kept saving it and never saw it

Okay using the budget right out of the gate full under water scene

I'm sure this isn't like horror horror but I actually don't know how fr fr

Egg timer for that

Oh obvs early association with water/sensuality

I appreciate the characterization of mouse doesn't mean door mat or no personality or afraid of life

Old man neighbor? I thought maybe coworker for some reason

Night shift

Top secret

Maid

Talky talk Wack husband complain

Blasphemy

There is my boy

Ugh might need to pause to cook soon mad hungry but then hungry only thing keeping me awake

Keylime

Terrible flirt

Bright green gross

More establishing of her personality

Lots of stepping

Cat booty why

Some of the best minds in the country peeing on the floor

Fucking electric prod? With water?

WTF ewww before

Lol napoleon complex the air down there

Shit already??? No just fingers

Afraid of blood dude

Lol rather blood than poop any day and urine

Mama don't touch it

Those two ex?

Surprised the man acknowledged the help but then top secret facility they probably actually do know them because they would look out for spies

Egg smart choice

Abe sapient 🖐🏿

Lol that's not common for your people

Delialiah

By the river

It wasn't clear she could read sign language

It's actually great that everyone she hangs with reads sign language as opposed to like she has a notepad

Another assertion of her character

You understand me not the other way round

Funny he said or even you then retracted it Shannon often plays a zealot that over plays his zealotry then reveals he actually maybe doesn't totally believe it - when he plays a racist... Not like Zod or something

Music egg dates

OK no he likes her

Spy

Lost subs for the Russian 😬😬😬😬😬😬

Rescue mission

"Old man"

And racist

Changed his mind.

|okay dinner break|

She didn't tell her work work beastie?

He should flirt through

Missed opportunity

Another missed opportunity should have signed something

She didn't get the damn oh yea he just told her

Good suit every where but the lips

Lot's of themes of isolation

Y'all both missed a punch

Oh no she covered their booties

Lol sarcasm

He of course suspects the reason she is pissy is the sexual harassment

Ate and ran

Pandora lol great cat name

Roaming the streets

Why isn't he utilizing his language skills

He's very sorry and he's trying to be nice with the kitties now

Light show

Sneaky fish penis

It's going to flood everything

How does she expect

No physics le sigh ok

And the toilet water

Oh hair right I thought it was just thin I never looked

Just in front the winda

What's with the damn water

An alternate universe is quite a modern phrase

Green theme

Those soap dispensers are the worst

Go to the damn hospital they are rotted

Musical number

His lack of language comprehension as well as other scenes reads like cognitive delay

Brussels and bacon

Brewster

Wow divorce him/ I mean leave I guess what's divorce policy

He's fully gangrenous

He knew

Just drops eaves and eat

How did he get their home address so quickly

Damn

1 2 3

I appreciate the realistic he not waiting no speech until afterwards

Not the transformation

And you can't chain a g_d, not for long not for good

Gills

They did a good job by only implying one side of her neck as cut

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