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a-big-mess-of-a-person · 9 months

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Hey fish Tumblr! I need some advice!!

So I got a Betta yesterday, his name is Fizzarolli (named after the character from Helluva Boss), and he isn't my first Betta so I do know a bit about caring for them.

( ^ proof of fish lol ^ )

His tank is heated, the water is medicated properly, and he has a bubble filter. Yesterday he was completely fine, swimming all about, (ya know, being a fish) but today he's been hiding quite a bit. He's been staying at the bottom of the tank, just chilling and gasping for air. When he isn't at the bottom he is at the top also gasping for air. This entire time he's been eating fine, he looks fine, and I don't think it's water quality issues.

What could this be? Is it stress? Low oxygen? I can do low oxygen, I have a bubbler I can put in there, but what do you guys think? How can I help my little Betta baby??

#bettablr #betta fish #fish #fish tank #fish advice #fish care #betta tank #betta #betta care #betta fish advice

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teaboot · 3 months

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FISH EMERGENCY

A few months ago I mentioned that my two tail betta fish, Loulou, had the fringe of his tail turning oddly opaque and white. I posted here to ask opinions, and ended up checking everything from new growth, to ich, to velvet, to fin rot, to regular wear and tear.

This was Lou when I got him, compared to about a six months later btw:

Out of my own depth, I went to an aquarist in town and showed them pictures, describing my concerns. They told me that it was most likely damage from something abrasive in his tank

Pics I showed them:

The thing is though, I don't HAVE anything abrasive in his tank??? He has a ceramic skull hide, which is a little bumpy but otherwise fine, and a smooth flat rock, and his substrate. All his plants are real and his water pump is protected by a sponge.

I left him in the care of a sitter about three weeks ago, and when I came back, his fins were noticeably shorter and far more haggard. I gave his tank a super thorough clean in case it was fin rot and told myself I'd go back to the aquarist later this week, when I'm not at work.

Then today I came home to THIS:

Photos are bad cause it's nighttime and he didn't wanna hold still for pictures despite treats but his fins have MULTIPLE broken spines and his upper tail is BLEEDING?

I noticed a bit of red on him the other day and mistakenly believed he was changing colours again, but it's DEFINITELY blood.

He has no other tank mates except for a few snails I put in there to handle the plants.

I thought maybe he was chewing himself or something but he cant reach the spots that are missing.

I'm sorry to post this here, but has anyone with fish seen this before??? I've had him for almost a whole year now and have not had this happen before

Any advice at all would be greatly appreciated, I'm taking everything solid out of his tank until I know what's happening.

Thank you

#Loulou the fish #Betta #bettablr #Fish advice #Freshwater aquarium #Blood cw #Fish injury #Fish illness

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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 10

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. wc: 3324

“Baby Pop!” Ember cried as she swooped Danny up into a crushing hug.

Right then, he was really glad that he didn’t have to breath in his ghost form. Not even five minutes in the zone and he was already being crushed to re-death. He managed to get a hand up to pat awkwardly at her arm. “Heya Ember… everything okay?”

“Is everything okay?! Is every— what are you asking me that for?” Ember wailed. She held Danny out suddenly at arm’s length and shook him around a little.

Danny gripped her arms to stop the shaking. “Seriously confused here, Ember.”

“Pandora talked to us—”

Oh no.

“—and told how you didn’t know we where just having fun! Danny, Baby Pop, little melody, we didn’t know, I swear!”

“Ember—”

“If we had, okay, like yeah I want my music to be heard and shit!”

“Ember!”

“But not if it hurt you. You have to believe that.”

Danny smacked his hand over Ember’s mouth to keep her from interrupting him again. She huffed at him with a glare but didn’t try to move away.

“Ember,” Danny said, trying his best to muster up a reassuring smile for her. “Pandora explained. I know it was just a big misunderstanding.”

Ember pulled Danny’s hand away from her mouth, gripping it tightly. “Just because it was a ‘big misunderstanding’ doesn’t mean it was okay, Baby Pop. We hurt you. It doesn’t make it right just cause we didn’t know.”

“I— okay, no, maybe not entirely? But also I could have talked to someone, like one of the Ancients, before this. Jazz is always reminding me communication takes both parties, so some of it’s on me too.” From the way her face scrunched up, Danny wasn’t sure Ember believed him. “Look, after I move I’m going to get some of you together and we’ll plan a brawling schedule or something, alright? I think it will be nice to have a way to blow off stress from college.”

“You’re moving? Away from Amity Park?”

“Yep. And I’m shutting down the portal there. Amity Park is going to be off limits. I can’t keep you all safe from the hunters anymore. Can you help spread the word to the usual suspects about that? That would help me out a lot.”

“Can do Baby Pop! You can count on me,” Ember said, flying up with a twirl. Danny waved to her as she sped off, glad that the encounter at least ended on a good note.

He really wasn’t looking forward to having that conversations with any of the other ghosts, but he had the unfortunate feeling it would happen again and again and again. Well, he might as well get it over with Technus first. Danny wanted the other ghost’s advice to make sure that the portal would be well and good destroyed. Between Technus, Tucker, and his own skills, he’d make sure that the Fentons could never get into the Infinite Realms again.

And then he could finally move on.

Not in that way. Just, like, to college.

The explosion of the portal shook half the city. Car alarms screamed, windows shattered, the ops center tilted perilously on top of the half collapsed wall.

Amity Park was the safest it had been in nearly eight years.

Danny had debated moving like a normal human. He really had. He’d sat down and planned everything out from the trip route to the van to cost. He could do it; he was pretty sure. A small moving truck wasn’t any bigger than the Fenton Tactical Response Vehicle. Also, he didn’t need as much sleep as a normal human so could make the trip pretty quickly.

He almost did it just for the chance of doing something normal for once— to have the real college experience.

And then he thought about having to sit still in one seat for that long and immediately abandoned the idea pretty quickly.

Instead, he opened a portal from his apartment in Amity Park to the Infinite Realms and chucked all of his (mostly) boxed stuff into the zone. He technically had a whole castle, what did it matter if he had his junk in it for a few hours? Then he flew to Gotham, wanting to make sure to get the portal precisely where he needed it, and ripped open a new portal.

Sure, he had to stop Boxy a few times from taking off with a box, but otherwise the plan went pretty well.

Just now he was standing in his new, cramped studio apartment surrounded by boxes and furniture and maybe not quite enough room to move and arrange it all. He possibly should have taken a little more time moving in. His new place was tiny. He didn’t think it was possible, but he was already missing his Amity apartment a little. At least that place had more than one room.

But as tiny as this shoe box was, it was all his. He couldn’t imagine having to live with other people any more— not normal people at least. He would have had to hide his ghostly side constantly and he knows he would just mess up and out himself. That wasn’t the sort of attention he needed.

He was really, really trying to have a normal college experience here.

Speaking of…

Danny climbed over a pile of boxes to find his backpack. He’d tried to stick all the most important things (and a change of underwear) in there so it was all in one place. Now he just had to find the damn thing…

Aha! There it was. He leaned over a box, legs flailing to keep his balance, as he grabbed the patched covered purple bag. One of these days the strap was going to give out so badly that there was no saving it. Maybe it was time to get a new backpack. Maybe even before classes started…

Danny twisted around to sit on the box that he had been crawling over and fished around in the front pocket of the backpack to pull out his ear buds. He flicked open the app on his phone and and started a voice call. He was so glad he listened to Tucker and had set up the internet before he moved in.

A few minutes into trying to figure out the Tetris like puzzle of rearranging his space, he heard the ding of someone joining the channel.

“Are you in Gotham? Did you get moved in?”

Danny grinned and rolled his eyes. “Yes, mom.”

“Don’t you dare call me that Daniel John Nightingale.”

“You’re the one who’s full naming me, Sam,” Danny pointed out.

“Would you rather me call you Invis-o-bill?”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Sam said, completely unbothered by his words. “So how’s the new place.”

“Like a closet. If I trip in the kitchen I’m going to land in the bed.”

Sam snorted. “I doubt it’s that bad.”

“Maybe not, but let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t have money when I left ho— the house to get a bigger bed. I seriously don’t think I could fit anything bigger than a twin in here and still have room for my couch.”

“It’s your couch just a love seat?”

“Exactly my point Sam, this place is tiny.” Fuck it, time to approach this place like an engineer. He snagged the notebook he kept in his backpack, flipped it open to a blank enough page, and sketched out the floor plan.

“Okay, I get it, Princess,” she teased. “But aside from tiny, how is it?”

“Pretty basic but it looks clean and, I don’t know, well kept? I think a lot of people in the building are students too since we’re sorta close to campus and stuff.”

“Are you close enough to walk?”

“I think so, at least when it’s not too cold. But I’m close to a subway and it’s only two stops so once I get used to riding the subways, that will be nice,” Danny said, unable to hide the nerves in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll be used to the city in no time,” Sam assured him breezily. “Just get your pass and set it to auto refill. Make sure to check if you get a discount for being a student.”

Danny smiled, just a little somberly. Sam was so much further ahead of him in all these life experiences. He shook his head as if that could shake the thought free with it. He was here now. “Thanks for the advice, I’ll do that. I’ve got a few weeks before classes start to handle all that shit.”

“It will go quicker than you think.”

“Don’t make me ‘mom’ you again,” Danny threatened with a laugh.

A loud knock cut off whatever ever Sam was going to say (probably telling him to fuck off).

“What was that?” She asked instead.

“I think someone is at my door?” Danny scrambled over boxes to make it to the door, which he basically tripped into. That last box he stepped on might of not been as solid as he thought.

“Don’t break yourself, fish.” A muffled voice called from the other side.

“Jason?”

“Who’s Jason?” Sam asked. Suspiciously. Fuck.

Danny fumbled with the locks before yanking his door open. It banged into a tower of boxes with a crunching noise that makes made Danny wince. He rubbed at the back of his neck as he looked up at his smirking guest.

“Jason, hi. I— um, one moment?” Danny asked, pointing towards his ears and the (on brand) bright green and black ear buds that were in them. He turned his back slightly to Jason as if that provided any privacy. “I’ll talk to you later, okay Sam?”

“Who’s Jason?”

“Bye Sam!”

“Danny! You better call me ba—”

Danny hung up on her with no regret and a bashful smile towards Jason. He had to mute the app a moment later as messages pinged in. “Hi, hey, what are you doing here?”

“Moving day always sucks, so I thought I would bring you some food.” Jason held up the bag of deliciousness.

Danny had forgotten he’d even told Jason about what day he was moving in the sporadic back and forth texting, but his stomach rumbled gratefully. “Dude, you saved my half-life. I spent so much energy portaling today.”

“Is that how you trapped yourself in your own apartment? Did you forget about this thing called doors?”

Yeah, Jason was far too smug at this.

“Look, it’s fine! I just have to—” Danny pushed against the door. It smacked into the pile of boxes again. “—shift a few things—” He pushed harder, his socked feet slipping on the linoleum. “—and then—” the cardboard finally gave and the whole tower crumpled slightly. “—see!”

Jason snorted and squeezed through the open door. His bulk barely fit and once he was inside, it left him standing pressed against Danny in the narrow space.

Danny felt himself blushing red as he tried really, really hard to pull his eyes up from the broad chest to Jason’s smirking face. Nope, that wasn’t any better. Those wonderfully quirked lips were way too close. He really needed to stop thinking things like that.

“So what’s your grand plan now?” Jason asked, looking around their box prison.

“That’s, um—” Fuck, even the guy’s neck was hot. It was like a damn tree trunk. Was that weird to think? That was probably weird. “—I’ve just been playing mountain goat and climbing over it? I have a clear spot over there.”

“Alright then Capircorn, lead on.”

“What?”

“Capricorn? The horoscope sign and mythological animal? It’s a like a mermaid but with goat top half. Since you’re a fish goat.”

Danny snorted, once, before he just dissolved into a fit laughter. It was maybe more a sign of how long Danny had been stressing over everything than how funny the joke was, but it still left him leaning against Jason as his peels of laughter died out.

Damn did Danny want to just stay right there though. Jason’s chest was really way too comfortable to have his face pressed into. The large hand spread over his lower back to help him keep his balance was grounding. It made his core want to curl up happily like a content cat.

He really had been alone for too long, hadn’t he?

Danny made himself pull away and start scaling the box. “Follow the goat fish’s lead then.”

“Hey, I think I said fish goat,” Jason said, handing over the bag of takeout once Danny had crossed the proverbial mountain.

“Okay, but if the top half is goat, goat should totally come first.”

“No, the fish tail is the weird part. You’re just looking at it going ‘this is normal’ and then you get to the fish half and realize it’s fucked up,” Jason said as he eyed the pile of boxes and then vaulted over them like it was nothing. He straightened up from his landing to smirk down at Danny again (and man could Danny get used to that). “So the defining feature is fish and hence fish comes first.”

“Ancients, why am I arguing with an English nerd about words?” Danny said, making himself step back even as his core screamed at him to do the opposite. He set the food down and dug around in one of the nearby boxes (he had labeled this one, go him) for a blanket to spread out on the floor. “And I totally know what Capricorn is. It’s a constellation, after all.”

“Oh my god. You’re a space nerd,” Jason said, gleefully.

Danny flicked him off over his shoulder.

It only took a little bit of digging before Danny found a blanket and soon they were seated on the small bit of open floor with the take out containers spread out between them. One of Jason’s long legs was stretched out all the way across the space. Danny was trying to ignore how where his thigh pressed against Jason’s leg felt so warm.

Jason, unconcerned, munched on a spring roll thoughtfully. “How did I surprise you anyways?”

Danny swallowed his mouthful of honey chicken before answering so not to be disgusting. “What do you mean?”

“Just whenever you’re anywhere near my place I get the whole someone walked on my grave feel,” Jason said with a little wave of his chopsticks. “So how did I show up at your door without you noticing?”

“Oh, well, this isn’t my haunt? At least not yet? I don’t know if it will become mine. This sorta thing is all really unusual, changing haunts, but you know, halfa and all.”

Danny deflated a little at the utterly done expression that Jason was giving him.

“That explained nothing. What’s a haunt? I assume you mean like a haunting?”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry. I guess that would be confusing.” Danny rubbed at the back of his neck. “Okay, so the area where you live, Park Row—”

“Crime Alley.”

“Pardon?”

“Crime Alley,” Jason repeated. “Only the rich assholes call it Park Row.”

“Right, gotcha, sorry, all of Crime Alley is basically your haunt. Think of a haunt as your territory. It’s an area you protect or control, depending on your vibes as a ghost. For you, I’d say it’s definitely protection.”

“So I can feel you when you’re around because you’re, what, basically trespassing?”

“Yep. So, like, ghosts that are ‘yours’ in some way can exist in your haunt without much of any notice. Take, like, Frostbite. He’s the chief of the Yetis—”

‘Yetis?’ Jason mouthed silently but didn’t interrupt.

“— so most of the other Yeti’s live in what’s his haunt, but their presence doesn’t bother him any because they’re his tribe. He gets a bit of a sense of them being there, but he explains it as basically just a really faint feeling unless anything goes wrong. Families work the same way. Friend’s or allies never go away completely but it mellows.”

“So not getting that scream of static and chills anymore when you show up…?”

“Totally means you don’t want to disembowel me,” Danny joked before he sombered. “But shit, that sounds overwhelming. I didn’t know it was so bad for you. We’re going to be more sensitive to each other because we’re both halfas. Like, once your core develops other ghosts will sense you too and you’ll sense them, but right now you just feel like a minor shade to them and I guess my presence covered up anything you might have felt of the other ghosts. You said it’s better now?”

Jason stuck his chopsticks in the takeout box and leaned back against the pile of boxes behind him. “Yeah. The first time it happened it almost knocked me out. There was just this overwhelming level of static. I crushed a glass in my hand and I didn’t even notice. All I knew is I needed to get home.”

“To protect your haunt,” Danny said with a grimace. “Shit, I’m sorry. If I had noticed in time I would have stayed out. I was chasing this pain in the ass ghost and then suddenly I was in your haunt which was, well, not great?”

“Because you were trespassing?”

“Yep. And because your haunt felt… there was a lot of rage there.”

“The haunt feels like things?” Jason asked with a scowl.

Danny gave a little nod. “It’s based on both the area and the ghost. So you know, Crime Alley plus Pit rage…”

Jason looked away, glaring at the ground. “Which explains the ‘please don’t disembowel me’ message.”

“It seemed better safe than sorry,” Danny said, quietly.

“Is it horrible for you? Being in my haunt?”

Danny glanced up to meet worried, ice blue eyes. “No. It’s fine, really Jason. We’re getting used to each other, right? I’m not as bad on you when I go into your haunt and your haunt isn’t as pressing on me. Besides, the center of your haunt was always just… well, a little sad? Aching?”

“Right, sure, aching,” Jason said, snatching back up the box of take out to stab at it with the chopsticks.

Danny fiddled awkwardly with his own, not knowing what to say.

“So, well,” Jason started eventually, clearing his throat. “Why won’t this become your haunt?”

“I don’t know if I’ll get attached enough. Or if it will end up being the college campus or something else or maybe even nothing. Ghosts don’t really change their haunts unless something traumatic happens, and a trauma of that level they might not survive. But because we’re halfa’s and still living life and changing, it’s not as big of a deal for us.

“At least that’s what Frostbite thinks. Honestly we’re not really sure how exactly this will all work out for me. But I was already… detaching from my old haunt after my friends and sister left so might as well try, you know?”

That didn’t exactly seem to have the reassuring effect he wanted. Jason was gripping the takeout box a little too tightly. “But it won’t hurt you?”

“Frostbite is keeping a close eye on me, I promise. I’m going back for so many doctor visits right now. Which, by the way, when you’re healthy enough to travel between realms you will be too. But for right now I’m being looked after and I’ll do what I can to make Gotham my home and settle in. The sooner I do the sooner we’ll know more.”

Jason took a deep breath, shoulders losing some of their tension, and nodded. “Well, you better finish eating so we can get this place livable then. I’m not sure if the fish goat life is sustainable.”

“Goat fish.”

“Fish goat.”

Jason ducked with a laugh as Danny chucked a spring roll at him.

Yeah, maybe this place could at least be a home.

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AN: AH! I found an easier way to get this from Scrivener to share with all of you. Sweet. Chapter 4 rewrite is ready to go up on ao3 on schedule too~

The first part of this chapter really fought me (I started a whole new fic to avoid it lol) but parsing it down to just having Ember there really helped. I’m not sure if we’ll see Danny talk with the other ghosts much, that’s not really the focus of this fic, but I’m sure one or two will find a way to show back up. In the second half my poor ace self struggled with Danny’s “oh no he’s still hot” POV but hopefully it came out well! This may be a rougher chapter though (wee endless migraine) but that’s what the rewrite is for! (Seriously, for a better version of this fic visit ao3 lol link in pinned post.)

My darlings, my dears, the tag list may be supremely broken. I’m going to try to reset it here, but I make no promises. I’m sorry if it doesn’t tag you! No matter what though, stay delightful!

#dp x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #dead on main #jason/danny #like betta fish do

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milfgyuu · 1 year

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Bubble Boy Pairing: Song Mingi x GN!Reader Tags: 2.3k, Neighbors!AU, F2L, Fluff, Kissing booboos. Series: Mr. Right Next Door Summary: It always starts with a loud thud or groan ringing out before your sweet but terribly uncoordinated, accident-prone neighbor is knocking at your door. The only thing lucky in Mingi’s life is having you to put him back together.

Warnings: lots of injury talk but nothing explicit, some kissing and suggestive tones toward the end.

Mingi should have known better than to attempt taking all of his groceries up in one trip but he lives in a third floor apartment and can’t fathom performing the extra work necessary to take multiple trips just so he can carry slightly lighter loads. Not after the longest work day ever.

That is how he first found himself seated in your living room, anxiously drumming his fingers against the edge of your couch cushion while you cleaned and treated his raw and bloodied knees, elbows, and chin. He’d made it to the third floor only to misstep on the last stretch of stairs and eat the concrete. You’d found him with his groceries scattered, in the fetal position, hugging his knees to his chest and grumbling a string of profanities under his breath.

Still in your scrubs and just home from the hospital, you’d carefully helped him pack the spilled items back into the bags and carried half the load into his apartment. When he explained he didn’t have so much as a simple Band-Aid and insisted he’d ‘be alright’ you spent another five minutes arguing with him about infection before you’d just dragged him over to your apartment next door and broke out the first aid kit.

After that, you very quickly learned that Mingi was somewhat of a disaster.

Cuts, burns, bruises, scrapes, bumps, hives - you name it - Mingi has been a patient in your home for it. Your first aid kid saw more action than a sporting spectator and over many long months of nursing him back to health time and time again you realize there’s been a shift in your dynamic of neighborly nurse and patient.

At first it feels like a shock, like it’s happened all of a sudden but laying in your bed tonight, listening to the background sounds from the television you replay in your head some of the moments that led up to such a startling discovery.

Frankly, it wasn’t new or sudden at all.

There was that one morning Mingi burnt his arm in the kitchen and then tried to hide the injury from you in the mail room. You brought him back up stairs to clean and treat it, carefully avoiding his quivering bottom lip because he was trying to be brave and you let him think you didn’t notice. He gifted you a basket of muffins the next day with a little hand written note to thank you and poke fun at himself by saying there were no big idiots harmed in the making.

Another night, another knock on the door, which you opened to reveal Mingi, red, splotchy, and covered in hives up his neck and down his arms. Turned out, he was allergic the new houseplant he bought - because ya know, he’s also allergic to animals and wanted something to care for. You slathered him in itching cream, gave him Benadryl, and sat nearby as he snoozed on your couch, getting up every few minutes to see if the reaction was getting better.

You personally re-homed that plant to an elderly woman two floors down in another building and then accompanied him to the pet store to buy a fish. Mingi had been elated and also dumbstruck that he hadn’t thought of a fish in the first place. You named him together and Mingi constantly sent you pictures of his best buddy, Aloe, the betta fish.

The memory of Mingi’s frantic call in the middle of your shift still gives you chills and you twist uncomfortably in bed. He’d somehow managed to get his hand smashed beneath some heavy machinery at work and had called for advice. Heart filled with dread and beating out of your chest, you unintentionally yelled at him to get to the emergency room immediately, where you paced and paced until he’d arrived.

Three broken fingers and a fractured wrist later you swore up and down that you’d put him in a bubble if that’s what it took to keep him in one piece. Mingi just chuckled and used his good hand to gently pluck a fallen eyelash off your cheek. You’d gone absolutely silent and your cheeks grew hot when he lifted it to your lips and told you to make a wish.

Presently, you squeeze your eyes closed and try to quell the jittery feeling in your bones.

It only brings about another memory of the time Mingi had caught the flu. You had gone over to his door the moment you read his text, ‘hey….what’s considered a fever?’

He was still in his pajamas, hair mussed and sticking up in the back, his cheeks red, and eyes drooping. He still smiled at you and your heart clenched almost painfully as you walked him back into his apartment. You changed his sheets, set out fresh clothes for him after a hot bath, cleaned his home, cooked his meals, held his glass of water as you fed the bendy straw between his lips. He indeed had a fever and continued to sweat through the blankets you piled on at his request but he never stopped smiling at you.

Mingi was always smiling at you and the realization pushes sleep even further from your reaches. That’s how you hear the crash between your thins walls so easily.

It’s cold outside and you regret not throwing on a jacket or a pair of pajama pants beneath your night dress but Mingi doesn’t leave you out in the cold for long after you rap your frozen knuckles against the blue door of his apartment.

Because the peephole is mysteriously shattered and the management company has yet to fix it, he curiously cracks the door, peering out with one cautious eye before realizing its you.

Who else would be on his doorstep at eleven at night?

“Oh, hey!” he opens the door further, dim light illuminating your pitiful shivering, “What are you doing here so late?”

You step forward to duck under his arm and into his home, the warmth of it seeping a little too slowly into your bones. “I heard the crash,” you mutter in response, furiously rubbing your arms and focusing on his television oddly set to the same channel yours was left on.

Mingi grabs a blanket off the couch and sets it over your shoulders. He pulls together the two ends until you’re wound like a burrito and rubs his hands up and down your arms with a soft grin. “Better?”

You nod for him and scan his lanky frame head to toe. There doesn’t really seem to be anything amiss aside from the slowly blossoming red mark on his forehead, just above his glasses.

Narrowing your eyes, you point a blanket covered finger at it. “What did you do?”

He lets out a little embarrassed chuckle. “Oh, this?,” he points at it himself, “I made some popcorn to watch a movie but when I went to grab a bowl, all the Tupperware sort of tumbled out like a landslide and I tried to catch them all at once but I bent down too fast and hit my head on the stovetop.”

Biting your lip to contain the laughter that threatens to etch a smile onto your face, you cover your mouth and snicker into the blanket instead. Mingi pokes your shoulder. “I know you’re laughing at me. It’s okay.”

You cross your arms, fortifying your blanket cocoon, and grin. “You’re hopeless.”

“At least I have you to fix me.”

His voice is too soft when he says it and it empties your brain of any potential responses.

A minute goes by where neither of you say anything. You simply stand there looking at each other and then you realize it’s too quiet and someone has to say something.

“Well, um,” you avert your eyes to the ground as if the answer is there before looking back to him, “I suppose you look alright…I should probably get back home…”

“You should stay.”

He says it so quickly you’re not sure he meant to say it at all.

“I mean,” he shifts on his feet, scratching at the back of his head, “You should stay, if you want to, and uh, watch the movie with me,” he presses his lips together and rocks on his heels before throwing a thumb up in the direction of the kitchen, “I made popcorn…”

“I like popcorn.” Not really an answer but he takes it, breaking into a smile.

“Cool.”

Hanging out with Mingi has never felt so nerve wracking until now but you’re chalking that up to the fact that you’ve never been in his home so late at night, in your pajamas, huddled up on the couch to share a bowl of popcorn and a movie. And the fact that you’d been spending the entire evening just before this replaying all of Mingi’s greatest hits in your mind trying to track down when and where you started falling for him.

More than once, you’ve reached your hand into the bowl only to find Mingi’s and vice versa, the both of you awkwardly laughing and pulling away. The plot of the film he’d chosen is easy to pinpoint but the tension between your shoulders is not and you hope he doesn’t notice when he throws his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers barely brushing the material of the leather couch where you sit.

It’s seemingly unintentional because he is entirely focused on the screen and laughing at the movie. The rest of his long, lean body is relaxed, slouched against the cushions, with his legs spread wide, one foot kicked up on the edge of the table. He’s simply getting comfortable and then he’s looking over at you and you realize you’re still looking at him and his brows furrow.

“What’s wrong?”

You tuck your legs a little tighter beneath you and straighten your spine. “Oh, nothing, I was just checking your head, there is still a red mark there.”

Hardly. It’s well on it’s way to disappearing entirely and he laughs. “I don’t suppose you have any magic tricks to fix it, do you?”

You relax a little, smiling back at him. “I don’t think I’ve got anything for this one.”

Mingi purses his lips as if he’s disappointed. “I mean,” his eyes dart up to yours and he smirks, “You could probably kiss it and make it better.”

With a huff of laughter you stare back at him in awe. “I don’t think that’s scientifically proven.”

He shrugs, still grinning. “Worth a try.”

“Come here,” you inch your finger and the amusement in his face dies down a little as he leans in just close enough for your breath to hitch. You look at him for a moment, appreciating his handsome face in your close proximity and then you reach up and…flick him in the forehead.

“Hey!” he pouts, sitting up to rub the spot with his fingers before you grab his arm and tug him back down. This time you cup both cheeks in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his soft skin and you kiss his forehead softly. When you try to let him go, Mingi catches your wrists and stills you before you can pull away.

“Better?” you whisper quietly, just like his question earlier.

But he shakes his head, eyes never leaving yours. “Worse,” he whispers back, “Now I won’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

You swallow around nothing. “Something wrong with your lips too?”

Mingi smiles, his tone ringing with amusement. “Something like that.”

He slips one hand around to cradle the back of your head, two of his fingers still wrapped and healing and he presses his lips to yours. For all his clumsiness, Mingi doesn’t tremble the way you do when you bring your arms around him. He pulls you closer, almost into his lap and you let him, welcoming his warmth and gentle touch.

Dipping your fingers beneath the neckline of his loose t-shirt, you find a small raised scar and you trace over it a few times before you pull back to smile at the beautiful, uncoordinated man beneath you. “What’s this one from?”

He huffs out a laugh and traces his thumb over your cheek. “My brother tried to throw a toy car at the back of my head when we were kids,” he explains and then smirks, “He missed.”

Your eyes catch on another scar, just near his collar bones. He shivers when you run your fingertip over that one too.

“Accidental burn when I first started welding.”

It’s his turn to hold his breath when you lean down and kiss the scar but your confidence evaporates as you straighten yourself, avoiding looking him directly in the eye. Mingi’s hand cups your chin and he makes you look at him, so similar to the way you’ve done in the past when cleaning up that cut above his eyebrow, the scar hardly visible now.

“If you’re going to kiss every scar, you’ll be here for a very long time.”

“I think I’ll let you take me on a few dates before I start kissing things in places no one else can see.”

Mingi’s cheeks burn and he steals a quick kiss. “We can go on as many dates as you want.”

“Where should we start?”

Fingers now comfortably laced behind your back, he grins, “How about the trampoline park?”

“So you can break a leg?” you raise a brow at him to be serious but he only grins.

“I’m not worried,” thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin, “I’ve got you, right?”

Indeed he does.

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Yveline Schoenheit's profile

💠 Bio 💠

- Dorm: Pomefiore

- Japanese: イヴリーヌ・シェーンハイト (Ivurine Shēnhaito)

- Birthday: March 20 (Pisces)

- Age: 17

- Height: 180cm

- Dominant hand: Left

- Homeland: Shaftlands

- Family: Eric Venue (father) Vil Schoenheit (older brother)

- Voiced by: Aya Endou

- Other Name(s): Reine de Fleur (Queen of Flowers) (by Rook) Aoi Betta-chan (Blue Betta Fish) (by Floyd)

💠 School 💠

- Grade: Sophomore

- Class: E (no 22)

- Club: Film Research Club

- Best subject: Alchemy

💠 Preferences 💠

- Hobby: Making herbal products, Flower arrangements

- Pet peeves: Being angry

- Favorite food: Apple and herb salad

- Least favorite food: Greasy food

- Talent: Herbalism

Vil Schoenheit's younger sister. A girl who radiates a gentle, mature vibe to those around her and rarely does she get angry even when people provoke her on purpose, and also often carries a hand mirror around with her. Although her personality isn't too similar to her brother, they both share the same ideal - beauty is full of effort and no cutting corners.

💠 Unique Magic 💠

Made in Mirror ( 囚われの乙女 "The Trapped Maiden"): Can trap someone else and prison them inside a mirror for a chosen period of time. As long as there's a mirror around, she can use her unique magic with no troubles.

💠 Background 💠

Yveline's earliest memory was when she was with her older brother, listening to their father talking about fashion and the beauty of dressing up. The little girl was so fascinated at that moment, she wants to try out various kind of clothing, or make-up, or maybe just some simple accessories will do even. She would often look at herself in the mirror, checking out her new appearance while asking her brother which would suits her the best. She enjoys the feeling of dressing up, the result of spending efforts to make herself looks pretty. The Schoenheit siblings both understand that beauty isn't something you can get naturally, and also not something to conceal away.

Her fondest memory when she was a young child is her first photoshoot. She still remembers the anxiety, but also the sensation lingering on her fingertips when the camera, lighting, and people's gaze are all on her. It was a complete success, with her brother being the first person to congratulate her with a smile, she felt like she could belong to the spotlight of modeling with confidence, her father too, was very proud of her and support her career fully from that point onwards.

💠 Trivia 💠

Her motif and theme are based off the Evil Queen's magic mirror.

She always wear make-up no matter the outfit, with her dorm uniform make-up a bit darker and more saturated while for school it's light and natural. She likes to learn new make-up tips and sometimes ask her brother for advices.

She always carries a hand mirror with her most of the times so she can use her unique magic if it's needed. The mirror was a gift from Vil to her on one of her birthdays and she cherish it a lot.

The red ribbon with apple flowers pattern is a gift from her dad when she was just a little kid and she also cherish it a lot, often wearing it on her hair or with her outfits.

She works as a professional model and often takes photoshoots for fashion or make-up brands outside of her school hours. Occasionally, she also works as a print model.

She has 3 million followers on Magicam and is quite popular in the school, though she isn't prideful about her fame and is quite humble about it.

She likes making herbal products, such as soap, skin care products or cosmetics. It also explains why she often smells like fragrant, flower-scented herbs as she likes to spend a lot of times studying and growing them in her mini garden.

She often hangs out at the school's botanical garden and likes to take care of the plants there as well as the herbs.

She also likes arranging flowers and growing them as well as collecting artistic or beautiful flowerpots so she can switch them out weekly or daily depending on her mood at that moment.

She often wears 10cm heels, which implied her standing height is 190cm in actuality.

Despite being a fashion model, she doesn't wear much accessories outside of her modeling work, and even if she does its mostly simple ones.

Unlike Vil, she doesn't work as an active, professional actor as she mostly act as support characters more, occasionally appearing in films or movies and not often. She also doesn't participate as antagonist or protagonist roles much as most of her roles are on the neutral side of the story.

She likes to study about herbs ever since young age, as she pursue both fashion and herbalism at the same time and balance both in her life.

She rarely ever gets worked up about something else or gets angry, as her demeanor is gentle most of the time. However, the moment she gets angry... Her expression alone is enough to scares others away within 3 seconds.

If possible, she would like to works as a herbalist if she get to have a side job or if she doesn't work as a model.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland ocs #oc #pomefiore oc #yveline schoenheit

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andietries · 2 months

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Eeeh I need Betta fish advice. He won’t stop trying to get absorbed by the filter? Like, he doesn’t swim,he just let’s himself get dragged by the current

I can’t make him less dumb, but how can I avoid it getting his fins absorbed by the bottom part?

#please Bartolomé halley celeste rimmer pez is so stoopid #betta fish #personal #help #bettablr #?#is that a thing?

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meow-and-ink-demon · 2 months

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Hey! HEY!

I need advice

My mom tell me that after finishing my primary school I can buy myself... a fish

I wish to have a fish

I was thinking about bettas (a species of fish, idk if that's what you call them in English) because they're easy to... 'keep alive', or algae eaters (again - idk if that's what you call them really in English. I'm using translator) because they look sooooo cool

But maybe there is actually that one person - is there any more types of fish good for begginers? I probably but myself one fish at first, so I need one that don't have problem with being alone.

I know I can write in internet, but asking here because I hope someone on this site however had experience with domestic fish and can recommend me one

Thank youuuu 🌸

#Pls help #meow talks again #Silly silly #Fish #I want fish #But idk which one #Help #Me #I beg #You

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xallyxcatxs · 5 months

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Unrelated to fandom but I “impulse” purchased a spicy betta fish a month and a bit ago, and I have become the weird fish person of my circle.

She’s so small, I have had to crush up beta pellets because her mouth is too tiny to eat them whole. I’m trying to be a good fish mom. I got her a six gallon tank a heater and a slow filter. I clean the water and siphons the sand weekly. (Eventually I want to get a slightly bigger tank with live plants for her that I have cycled, because NATURE).

And I’m TRYING not to over feed the baby, even tho she’s convinced she WILL starve to death…

So my sweet fish child, who associates my finger with food and occasionally attempts to bite me…MURDERED a fly 1/3 of her size, and all that was left was the wings and enough of its back to hold them together. I’m lowkey concerned but also impressed.

Side note if anyone has any advice or suggestions on beta fish husbandry, please enter the chat.

#allyxchats #betta fish #aquarium #this is she #allow me to scream into the void

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crees-a · 2 months

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I recently got a Betta fish and I was wondering if you had any advice for taking care of one?

Oh I'm also new at this :'D

But as far as I know they're not really picky. I just keep Lunch's water at ~26 deegres (80 in Fahrenheit). Oh also they prefer still water. That's a common knowledge but I think it's enough.

Honestly though it's better to ask an experienced aquarist, I really don’t want to give you wrong advice XD

Good luck!!

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teaboot · 6 months

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Loulou Update

The good news: Loulou is still slowly turning blue, and has recently developed a gorgeous shimmery-blue pearlescent sheen!

The bad news: He was a little sluggish with his dinner yesterday, and at breakfast today I noticed an opaque white mottling on the end tips of his tailfin, and I'm getting mixed results for shat it could be online.

I'm worried because it's sort of rounded at the edges that it may be some kind of fin disease, like fin rot or fungus, but image searches for fin rot show up as transparent patches and other sites say it might be Ich. He didn't have any noticeable behavioural symptoms before yesterday, but I don't know how long it's been there.

Does anyone with more experience with bettas know what this is? I'd like to treat it as soon as possible

UPDATE: I didn't notice it earlier in person, but looking at him in pictures he looks like he's developed a horizontal stripey pattern as well. A few Betta fish sites have described these as stress lines- I'm gonna take yalls advice and go to my local aquarist with pictures and see if they can help. Thanks!!

#betta fish #bettablr #Fish advice #Loulou the fish

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mod2amaryllis · 10 months

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i haven't posted about it here cuz it's a bummer but I've been treating my betta Mistofelees for illness that's lasted 3 weeks. there hasn't been any improvement so I'm posting pics under a cut to see if any tumblr fish folks have advice. I'm not very optimistic but ya, always wanna do everything i possibly can :/

it started with him staying at the top of his tank, then some color loss, then tattered fins with white fungal growths on the edges, and most noticably this fuzzy growth on his head.

he's had a round of erythromycin, a 5 day treatment of malachite green which did successfully reduce the white growths, but the one on his head is back bigger than ever a week later. I've moved him to a 5g treatment tank out of paranoia that there's something wrong with his 10g that this all started in, still no change. he gets 25% water changes every 3 days.

he's had a great appetite this whole time. no bloat, normal bowel movements, no pineconing. but he just floats listlessly at the surface unless I'm interacting with him. he looks miserable. i just don't know what else to try, or if i should euthanize at this point based on quality of life. i was going to try a round of kanaplex next and maybe another malachite green treatment but so much medicating also seems miserable.

#there's the bummer for today :/#fishblr #betta #betta fish #m2a #fish tag

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strawbebby-boy · 11 months

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hewwo :O i am in need of some advice and/or recommendations, if anyone has any!

i am trying to set up my bigger fish tank (10 gallon) and i would like to have a light that's capable of dimming/brightening to kinda simulate the Sun rising/setting? right now all i have is the really bright LED light that came with the five-gallon that is currently in use. it works fine, but it is very bright and it has caused algae issues in the past. it's hooked up to a timer that will turn it off/on at a certain time, but i do really enjoy the idea of a light that will slowly dim instead of just go directly from full blast to darkness and vice versa

im also wanting to have this be a planted tank! there is only going to be one fish in here (my plakat betta Cowboy) but he is very wiggly and curious. the substrate of this tank is sand, which i know already limits my plant choices. i don't have a complete idea of what plants i'd like to have, but i know they're gonna need a good light anyway. I've been looking into floating plants bc i think Cowboy would enjoy them but I'm not sure yet.

the ten-gallon tank is

20.25 inches in length

10.50 inches in width

12 inches tall (with two inches of sand at the bottom)

worse comes to worst, i can just switch his light over to the new tank when the time comes, but any recommendations or ideas for a new light would be great!!! plant suggestions are also welcome. thank you !!

#bettablr #fishblr #i am speaking #Anything is helpful at this point sldfsd #text

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beanieman · 2 years

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Do you have any personal headcanons of Keiji?? I'm just curious 😭

All of the participants live rent free in my mind!

A: Keiji still does investigation work, just not for the police. He'll volunteer help to whoever seems to need it if he believes the cops aren't handling a case correctly because of their corruption. He has a knack for discovering what's covered, and has solved plenty of cases. Though he doesn't go after suspects anymore as his trauma prevents it. He tells whoever needs to hear it what happened and then moves on. His goal is to give closure, not justice.

B: He takes issue with being in other people's debt because debt collectors were around his house quite a bit as a kid. His family struggled financially and seeing them always added extra stress on his Mother. She always told him to do anything he could to stay out of debt, so he didn't need to face the stress she endured. This lesson is one he holds dear and tries to follow. For better or worse.

C: He has a stubble beard. I know this is contradicted by his design, but I feel it in my soul.

D: He has a betta fish at home. He wouldn't mind a dog and/or cat someday, but he'd like to get himself more together first.

E: Keiji loves nature. He find's a lot of peace just standing on his porch and watching the sun set.

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F: Keiji's Mother heavily discouraged him from being on the police force. She worried about his safety and knew her son sometimes acted impulsively. He disregarded her fears at the time, but he's far more willing to take her advice these days.

G: He has religious trauma. Hence his "I need to live with my sins" mentality.

H: He read's a lot in his spare time. He tends to be drawn to the mystery genre and short stories.

I: Keiji fought a lot with his bullies. Eventually he started putting his anger toward them into a workout routine and ended gaining quite a bit of muscle before joining the police.

J: Much like when he was a child, Keiji still isn't well off financially. This is because anytime he gets his hands on some money, he sends it to his Mom. He's a big Momma's boy.

#YTTD #Your Turn To Die #keiji shinogi #asks

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jgnico · 10 months

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Pssst! Please do not buy betta fish just because of satosugu if you a) don't know how to properly take care of them and b) do not have the money or supplies to take care of them!

If you really want to give some of these little guys and gals a home, I'd highly recommend that you do prior research on how to take care of both the fish and the environment (tank) that they'll be in. Monitor their health, behavior, appearance, diet, water quality, and water temperature. Give them as much care as you would any other pet, because despite how resilient (and unfortunately popular as first pets) they are, a LOT of betta fish get sick and die because of pet owners that either don't know or don't care about them.

Don't know where to start? Here's an article for beginners:

#i've seen a few posts about people wanting stsg betas so here's a psa #as someone that's had tropical fish in their home for the majority of their life #please please please do research before getting any fish #tropical or otherwise #or any pet for that matter #if they turn out to be too much work rehome them with someone thats familiar with bettas #there are plenty of fish enthusiasts everywhere if you look for them #jujutsu kaisen #(sort of)#satosugu #betta fish

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