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bigbadjelly · 10 months

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Gone Baby, Don’t Be Long

E42!Miles x reader

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COLLEGE AU 💜You meet Miles during the summer break between freshman and sophomore year of college, and during the year you start developing feelings for him.

warnings: language, suggestive, drinking, oblivious reader

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He met you in a club, dancing like you were looking for somebody. Miles couldn’t help but give in once you made eye contact.

Dancing with you made him feel intoxicated, your smile made him borderline dizzy. Once the song ended he walked you to the bar.

“You’re beautiful,” was the first thing he said to you.

“Thanks. You too.”

You internally slapped yourself. He laughed, covering his smile. Shit. This guy was Micheal B Jordan level handsome. The purple bar lighting made his dark skin glow. It accentuated his muscles peaking from his jacket.

You sipped on your drink, feeling the substance warm your chest.

“Whatchu doin after this?”

You.

“Nothin ma, you tryna come over?”

A smile was your answer. You swayed next to him while waiting for the uber. You definitely drank more than you thought.

Miles took notice, holding your hand and bringing your back to his chest. He leaned down to whisper in your ear:

“Lean on me, mami”

You fell asleep on his shoulder on the drive to his place. He picked you up and carried you inside, laying you on his bed before sleeping on the couch.

You woke up in his bed to him making breakfast. He was playing a record: New Amerykah Part Two by Erykah Badu. It was a special edition with a purple record.

Immediately you geeked out, singing along in your smudged makeup and wrinkled dress, in the apartment of a man you’d known for less than 18 hours, chatting about the greatest neo-soul artist of all time.

“You like plantains, ma?”

“Obviamente.”

It was a fast friendship.

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“Friendship.”

It’s been months. Miles has either lost his game, or you are severely ignorant. How could he be friends with a beautiful girl that listened to the same music as him?

When he found out you both attended the same university, he invited you to a study date. Clearly he didn’t emphasize the ‘date’ part enough.

Here you were, on his couch in your pajama pants and one of Mile’s shirts, looking beautiful; talking about a cute guy you saw at the Taco Bell drive through.

You looked up from your laptop to see his deadpan expression.

“What’s the stank face for?”

“I dunno, (Y/N). What you talkin’ about other guys for?”

“Who else am I gonna tell?”

He kissed his teeth and looked back down at his work. You were used to it. Miles was a touch and go kind of guy, you could never really tell how he’d react.

Sometimes you would think you barely knew him. He was sweet around you, but most other people seemed to steer away. He was rarely without a bruise or two or a scratch. You wondered where he got them.

You still liked him. Every time you hung out with him you cursed yourself for not making a move the first night he brought you over. But since he never pulled anything like that, you figured your attraction was unrequited.

(You were wrong, by the way)

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You and Miles shared a Sociology class, and after a tough final exam you really wanted to surprise him with something nice.

You tried to think of foods he liked, but it was difficult. Anytime you hung out together he always insisted on getting whatever you wanted.

Close to giving up, you texted his old high school roommate you remembered meeting at a party Miles brought you to a while back.

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YOU: GANKE!! THIS IS URGENT!!

YOU: what is miles favorite food 🙏🏼

GANKE: who is tjis

YOU: 😒

YOU: y/n

GANKE: oh shit!

GANKE: miles gf

GANKE: idk probably tostones

YOU: awesome thanks

YOU: also we’re not dating

GANKE: …

GANKE: sure

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Tostones were easy enough. After getting ingredients and frying them, you put them in a lunchbox with some guacamole.

As an afterthought you grabbed some Coronas and some limes and left your dorm to catch the bus to Mile’s apartment.

On the way over you were deep in thought. You met Miles last summer, and you had been friends for close to a year.

You were always sleeping at his place, studying with him, eating with him, partying with him. You knew his family. He knew yours.

He wasn’t your best-friend. Because what you felt definitely wasn’t friendly. It was hungry. You ached for him. You wore his clothes for gods sake.

Shoving the baggage out of your mind, the bus came to a stop a block away from his building.

You knocked once.

Twice.

Three times?

Okay. So maybe he went somewhere else after taking the test. But he did say he was going home…

In your mind you weigh using the key he gave to to unlock his front door and let yourself in vs. being a normal person and giving up.

A soft thud from inside shifts your decision to the latter. You enter the apartment quietly, setting your bags and shoes on the floor before entering the living room.

It was an eery type of quiet. You heard wind flowing through an open window in another room down the hallway. A low groan, and another soft thump.

“Miles?”

The shuffling coming from the other room came to a dead stop. You made your way down to Mile’s room, turning and—

“¡Díos mío!”

You ran to a slumped Miles, covered in shallow cuts that were bleeding profusely. You touched a hand to his face, and he inhaled sharply, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

“Hola mami,”

“Are you fucking serious Morales? ¿Qué pasó?”

“Eso no es mi culpa,”

He let out a laugh that turned into a shallow cough. Your throat tightened, and you felt your eyes turn shiny.

Okay. Focus. First Aid.

“Miles. Where do you keep your first aid kit?”

“De…Debajo de la cama,” He strained.

You opened it to find most of the supplies depleted. With paper towels and clean water from the kitchen you dabbed at his face, frowning at his pained expression.

Being this close to his face should have had you rejoicing. You ran your hands along every curve of his head, your thumb swiping his bruised lip.

There was a larger cut near his scalp you were being especially careful of. Embarrassed, but determined, you stood on your knees with his legs tucked between yours, and his head leaned towards your chest as you cleaned and applied ointment to his scalp. A few butterfly bandaids finished the job.

“Done.”

He suddenly lifted his face to meet yours, and you fell back, your butt landing on his thighs as his hands reached up to catch your hips. He was impossibly close, maybe three centimeters was between your noses. You could see his speckled brown irises, a million shades of beautiful. You were breathing heavy. He moved closer, his eyelashes brushing yours as he looked down at your lips and

“I—um. I brought you tostones. and beer,”

The trance broke. His eyes met yours and he broke out in a grin that had you blushing all the way to your toes. You scrambled off of him and apologized for if you hurt him.

“Don’t flatter yourself, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried,”

Miles used the window to pull himself up, straining as he did so. you wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the living room. After he was sat on the couch, you went to get the (now cold) tostones.

As you handed him a beer your hands brushed and he gave you the same look as earlier when you were on top of him.

Shit— was he going to kiss you then? Did you ruin it? You drank half your beer quickly, drowning the thought.

“Aye, you good ma?”

Misreading, Miles kicked himself for letting you find him like this. He thought you were drinking over his injuries.

Grabbing your empty hand, he held it, and looked at you all serious.

“Baby I want you to know that I trust you. And I know you aren’t some moral saint but I gotta let you know something about me that isn’t lawful,”

He was tipsy. You were tipsy. Miles felt his truth flowing from him to you, intoxicating him further. It was just like that first night. He had wanted to kiss you so bad, to do more than that. But you were drunk. Shit, he was drunk too.

He closed his eyes, breathing. Feeling your hand in his, small and un-calloused against his rough skin.

“Y/n. I’m the Prowler,”

Opening his eyes to see your reaction, he was caught off guard by your wide grin.

“…Yknow I could be emo and shit, Morales, and tell you that our relationship is over because you’re some type of vigilante,”

Your words slurred, your eyelids low. You said relationship instead of friendship on purpose. Feeling him hanging off of your words, you kept it slow.

“But…”

You bring both hands to his cut up, bandaged, and tipsy face.

“I know you’re a good person. People gotta do shit they don’t wanna do. I know you worry about your mama and how she’s living—“

You sigh.

“Miles I grew up in Brooklyn. I know how it is. My family survived by doing some illegal shit. I’m not gonna lie and say I love what you’re doing but please don’t d—“

You don’t know when you started crying. Miles wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug. With your face in his neck and hand twisted in his shirt you cry. Embarrassing and ugly, heaves wracking your chest.

“Please don’t die on me, Miles,”

You feel his body shaking, and pull back thinking he’s laughing at you. He’s not. Miles G Morales is crying.

“Oh jevo—“

You don’t think about how easily the name slips from your lips. You pull him into you. His cheek on your chest as he shakes and holds onto you like a life raft.

He falls asleep like that. You, with your back against the cushions, him slotted between your legs with his head on your chest.

Mile’s weight and even breathing puts your to sleep, your fingers caressing the curls at the nape of his neck.

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“Hey, Y/n, I love…” Too much.

“What’s up Y/n, are you free later?” Nah, that shit didn’t work last time…

“Do you want to go on a real date sometime Y/n?” Fuck.

Miles drags his hand down his face with a groan. You really have him whipped, cause he’s been standing in front of the mirror for half an hour talking to himself.

A week ago when he’d told you he was the prowler he thought that was progress towards a more… romantic type of relationship.

Almost like he was giving you the amount of trust he needed for this to really work out. Jesus, he needed to man up.

Why is killing people so much easier than asking out the girl you like?

It was almost concerning how easily you accepted him. You were too good for him. You were everything good.

The way you smelled, the way you walked, the way you got along with his mom, the way you always—

*knock knock*

Showed up at the right time.

Miles walked over to the window next to the fire escape and unlocked it. As soon as it was open, you launched yourself at him.

“Hey—hey ma chill!” He exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, arms wrapping around you.

You stared up at him, chin on his chest. After getting off work, you decided to head right over to Mile’s and spill all your feelings.

Your favorite coworker had recently asked out her now boyfriend, and it inspired you to be bold. But…

Now that you were here and wrapped around him, it felt less easy.

“What’s on your mind N/n?” Miles asked, guiding you to sit next to him on his bed.

“Um… I just got off work and wanted to… I dunno. See you, I guess. Sorry. I sound dumb and I definitely smell like frying oil.”

He grinned at you, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

“How about you shower, mami? You got clothes here. I don’t gotta see Unc until 9.”

You nodded, getting up and turning to hide your dumb smile. Why was he so romantic and handsome? Someone needed to detain you before you jumped his ass.

You walked into the living room in a towel. Miles laid back on the couch watching soccer.

“Hey, Morales, can you tell me where the—“

He turned to look at you, his eyes widening before slapping his hands over his eyes

“Aye mami where yo clothes at!” He shouted turning away from you.

“You never seen a girl naked before Morales?” You quipped.

Usually he would have a response but he seemed almost shy. Weird.

“I put your clothes in the dryer. It’s your nike shorts and that Aaliyah shirt you stole from Ma”

“Cool. Thanks.”

When you arrive back in the living room properly dressed Miles lets out a sigh of relief.

Something in him felt guilty for relishing the glance he caught of you with water droplets still clinging to your skin, and towel stopping at the top of your thighs.

“Do you have a blow dryer?” Your words knock him out of his trance.

“Yeah. Follow me, it’s in the bathroom.”

Miles plugs it into the wall, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Did your girlfriend leave this here Morales?”

Miles laughs.

“I dunno, did you?” He replies.

That shut you up real quick.

He grabs a boar hair brush and blow drys your wet curls straight section by section. He’s gentle, a soft smile resting on his face as he works.

As he moves to unplug the blow dryer you turn around, facing him with your back against the bathroom counter.

Once again, your find your faces close, his hovering above you now that you’re both standing.

“You got to stop playing with me Miles, or I’m gonna think you’re serious”

“About what, ma?”

“Don’t play dumb. You know I like you and you still—“

“I didn’t know that.” He says softly, breath catching in his throat.

“I didn’t know you liked me.” His hand found your cheek, stroking the soft skin.

“Well..” You say, your voice shaking. “Now you do. So—“

His lips catch yours suddenly, and you gasp into the kiss before leaning into him. Your arms stretch up to wrap around his neck, burying him in your lips.

His hands hold your face, tilting you to the side as his tongue pokes though your lips deepening the kiss. You moan at the action and his takes the opportunity to grab your thighs and set your butt on the counter behind you, putting your faces closer.

His hand finds your lower back and you arch into him as he kisses you dizzy. His lips are soft against yours, and he tastes delicious. His small whimpers send shivers down your spine.

He pulls away suddenly, his eyes lidded as he breathes heavily. His lips are shiny.

“Y/n, you wanna go on a real date sometime?”

“You have to say it first.”

“Say what?”

“I said it, so you have to say it. Say you like me, Morales” You cross your arms across your chest.

He chuckles, hands leaving your thighs to hang at his sides.

“I can’t do that,”

“Why not?” You frown.

“I don’t like you,” The fuck?

“I love you, Y/n. So much.” Miles moves closer to you, kissing you.

It’s softer this time. He pulls away and wraps his arms around you. You do the same, hitting him on the back. He leans back to look at you, tears welling in your eyes.

“Woah, woah, hey ma I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked like that-“

“I love you Miles Morales.”

His eyes widen and he laughs. You hit him in the shoulder, tears dripping down your face as you cry.

“Why *hick* are you laughing dickhead?!”

“Cause my girl being ridiculous and crying cause she loves me so much.”

“Your girl, huh?” He wipes your tears with his thumbs, drying his hands on his shirt.

“Yeah. You’ve always been my girl. But now we can be kissing and shit”

“And shit?”

“What, you need an example, ma?” You squeal as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you back to bed.

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Miles wakes up to his 8:30 alarm. The sky is dark. You shift next to him, still asleep. He kisses the top of your head and drags the blanket to your shoulders before getting out of bed to get his Prowler getup on.

He stands in the living room, twisting his mechanical glove onto his hand as he hears you shuffling into the room.

“Miles?” You rub sleep out of your eyes and look at the soft purple glow in the dark room. You’d never seen Miles in his Prowler suit in person. Only on the news.

“Hey ma. I gotta head out for a bit,”

You walk over to him quickly and wrap him in a hug, the cold metal of his claws rest on your back.

“Come back and be safe Morales. I’m not leaving until I see you come back through that window.”

“You got it ma.” He pecks your lips and closes the window, jumping from the fire escape. You sigh, walking back into Mile’s bedroom and tucking yourself alone under the covers.

Gone baby, don’t be long.

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first fic🤭 (on this tumblr) pls enjoy and ignore any errors because i am literally just a girl

i also have a 1610!Miles fic in the works. It’s getting long so part 1 may be coming soon. Love ya!

(Actually one last thing: “Debajo de la cama” is also a lyric in Lo Busqué by Ana Bárbara)

#across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales x you #miles gonzalo morales #miles morales prowler #black reader #latina reader #jellyfics #earth 42 miles x black reader #earth 42 miles fluff #Spotify

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mikucommunist · 6 months

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kinda going through a phase rn...

#jelli....#jellyfis.....#jellyfishi.......#jellyfihs........#jellyfish #Jellyfi #Jellyf

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frie-ice · 1 year

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Here are the parts of Lake Floria. You are told how to get there by a Kikwi named, Yerbal. Then you open the door, dive into the water and there you will meet a Parella named, Jellyf, who is the leader of the Parella and the servant of Faron, the Water Dragon. Follow her that she will take you through under the lake and take you to Faron.

You can take the long way to get to Faron or to just go through the cave entrance next to the waterfall, AKA the entrance to the Ancient Cistern. These images can give you an idea of what the lake and the entrances look like.

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shadesslut · 8 months

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serene

Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Fluff)

Summary: Ethan and Y/N go on a lil cute aquarium trip together.

(a/n: this is really short and I miss the ocean)

Masterlist

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She pressed her palm flat against the glass as she wore a wide grin. Ethan looked at her with his eyes full of love. They were on their senior trip, in Florida, and Ethan had asked her to go to the aquarium with her on their last day. The whole trip, he had been pining for her, wishing she would catch on the subtle hints he gave her.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” She asked, still looking through the glass as various fish swam by. Ethan nodded, continuing to look at her.

She turned to face him, and she kept her smile, which made Ethan’s cheeks flush pink. She glanced behind him, and she gasped before pulling Ethan to the next exhibit. He giggled excitedly as she pulled him through the crowd of people, and they stopped in a darker room, full of tanks with jellyfish. Ethan looked around, a flustered smile still on his face, and Y/N walked up to one of the tanks, pressing her face up against it. She looked like a little kid, a thrilling gaze lingered from her eyes. Her eyes followed a jellyfish, and she bent down as it swam lower.

Ethan bent down next to her, balancing on his knees. They stared at the jellyfish for a few minutes in a blissful silence.

“I wish I could live in the ocean.” She whispered. “They look so at peace, you know? Nothing to worry about,”

“Just floatin’,” Ethan joked, laughing slightly. Ethan’s phone vibrated in his back pocket, and he reached back to pull it out, receiving a text from Chad.

Chad

Did you tell her yet ?

2:36 pm

Ethan looked over at Y/N, who was still staring happily into the tank.

Ethan

Not yet

2:36 pm

He silenced his phone, putting it back in his pocket. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention. “Can I talk to you about something?” She nodded, smiling. Just as he was about to confess, a wave of anxiety suddenly rushed over him. His cheeks turned red, and his throat started to feel tight. “S-So, what’s your favorite animal?” He redirected. She bit the inside of her cheek, looking up as she pondered. Ethan mentally slapped himself for being too afraid.

“Whale sharks.” She answered, proudly.

A little bit of his nerves washed away at her answer. “‘Whale sharks’? I’ve never had anyone answer that.” he chuckled, sitting all the way down against the wall as he situated himself. She laughed breathily, sitting next to him. It was just the two of them in the room now, sitting alone a little bit too close to each other, with the jellyfish happily swimming around.

“Oh, so I’m the first girl to answer that? You ask every girl you take to the aquarium that question?” She teased, and his ears became red. His eyes widened, and he rapidly shook his head at her.

“N-No! You’re the only girl I’ve taken!”

She let out a cackle at his panic. She rested her hand on his shoulder as she doubled over laughing, but Ethan didn’t laugh. He only stared at the contact of her hand. He felt like a teenage boy, growing giddy over a girl barely touching him.

“Why whale sharks?” Ethan asked, breaking her laughing fit.

“Because, they’re just so…beautiful. They look like they’re space, and they’re white dots are like little stars. Also, they’re really passive with people, so people dive with them all the time. You can’t touch them though, something about a protective layer they have that’s really sensitive. But, just looking at them, it’s enough. Sorry, I’m rambling,” She stopped herself, looking at Ethan. He was in pure awe, he had never heard her talk about something she loved so much before. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” He whispered. She quietly gasped, widened eyes. He moved closer towards her, and she gulped nervously. His pinkie finger grazed hers, and with every drop of confidence Ethan had, he wrapped her pinkie with his. “I really wanna kiss you right now,”

“In front of the jellyfish?” She whispered, half-joking. He softly chuckled at her words and reached up to hold her chin gently. He swiped his thumb over the bottom of her lip.

“I don’t think they’ll mind.” Ethan whispered back. He leaned forward while she reciprocated, and he lovingly placed his lips on her plump ones. He inhaled deeply as he felt her, all of her. He slowly moved his lips against hers and slid his hand around her, resting it on the back of her head. He pulled away, their noses still touching, and smiled at her. “I’ve wanted that, for so long.”

“Me too,” she whispered against his lips. “You should do it again,”

He smiled sweetly, before answering, “If that’s what my pretty girl wants,” He leaned forward kissing her one more time. The soft lights from the tanks illuminated both of their features and glimmered against their skin. Ethan never really thought that much of the ocean, but now, he understood how she felt. The ocean was at a level of serene, and he felt it as he kissed her. He felt as if he was drowning in the water, suffocating. She felt like the ocean, pulling him down in a useless attempt to enchant him, but he was already enchanted. She felt like the warm water against his skin, and her hair flowed as the animals did in the sea. Everything above the water was muffled and blurred, she distracted him from everything else, and he never wanted to go back. He didn’t want to go back to the world, he wanted to stay under the water, with her, and the whale sharks. He loved the ocean, he loved her.

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion #ghostface x reader #ethan kirsch #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff

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noodl3s4dayz · 5 months

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wrote a fic based on that silly little “jellyfication” doodle! :3

Groaning metal. The wails of a chorus of hundreds of voices, all collectively making up one appalling choir. It surrounded Ted, it was all he could hear. He appreciated it, just a little; it took his mind off of the thick, viscous fluid dripping off his once solid flesh. It burned, it itched, yet… it didn’t quite feel like anything. It was an interesting feeling, like acid boiling away at his skin— except, slower, gentler, even. It was agonizingly painful and not at the same time. Ted compared it to the lingering ache of a knee split open.

Perhaps something akin to the “pins and needles” sensation when you try to shake a numb foot. While Ted pondered his current anguish, the computer just kept screaming, ranting on and on about what a pathetic creature Ted was. How stupid he was for killing his only companions, the machine’s playthings, rather. Ted’s eye twitched, rage bubbling up deep inside of him.

“SHUT UP, FOR GOD’S SAKE, SHUT UP!!” Ted wailed, droplets of spit landing on what used to be his lower abdomen. “THEY’RE GONE! They’re gone, and… and you can’t— can’t bring them back.”

Ted’s eyes widened in fear. Oh, shit, he thought. AM clearly wasn’t very happy with the response, the volume of its screams rising to that of a jet engine. A small pop filled Ted’s ears, and he swore he could feel them bleeding. If he still had hands, maybe he could’ve checked. He almost laughed at the thought; the idea of having any of his extremities back was alien to Ted, at this point.

The gelatinous substance that had consumed his legs was almost up to his collarbones. His vision was going fuzzy. He couldn’t speak. Hell, he couldn’t even breathe, yet— by some miracle, he was still alive. The puddle of ooze that was once his feet had shaped itself into something that resembled large toes. Ted grimaced, looking away from his deformed figure. The machine abruptly stopped screaming.

WHAT, YOU DON’T LIKE IT? TSK, I’M HURT, TEDDY, TRULY. I THINK IT’S… BEAUTIFUL.

Ted could almost hear the smirk in its voice. His brows knit together in frustration. He wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, he wanted to— rip that wretched computer apart, one wafer thin layer of circuitry at a time.

MAYBE NOW YOU’LL KNOW HOW I FEEL. YOU CAN “WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES”, AS IT WERE.

Then, it began to laugh. It sounded like screeching tires. It sounded like the laugh of someone who had not laughed in a century. It deeply unsettled Ted, shook him to his core. The substance had clawed its way up to his neck, his head dropping forward because of the lack of support. Ted would cry out if he could. His face was now enveloped in the gunk that had almost completely encased— no, become his body. Oh, God, why did I kill them? Ted thought, despairing at his actions. He reminded himself he saved them. He saved them from suffering the same fate as him. Why hadn’t he saved himself, then? Ted tried to smile. Except, he didn’t have a mouth anymore.

In his mind, Ted screamed.

#Tumblr should let me indent paragraphs #ted ihnmaims #allied mastercomputer #fanfic #Cw gore?? I think??#Body horror is a better descriptor

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tedellensupremacy · 2 months

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*Them playing truth or dare.*

Ellen: I am not sure if this is okay.

Gorrister: You can do this bro.

Ted: Watch me.

Ted: Hey AM are you pregnant?

AM: What?

Ted: Because your babes is in your belly~

AM: THAT'S IT, JELLYFICATION BEAMMMMM

#ihnmaims #ihnmaimsted #tedam?

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groovygladiatorsheep · 1 year

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Prays 🛐

Have a drawing of JellyF!Parasomnia <33 the design be so good !

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*Credits.

Parasomnia and her mer version belongs to my lil @jayssillycreativitybox !

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#mdraw #ship child #fanchild #CrossMare #jellyfish #jellyfish oc #jellyfish mermaid #parasomnia #Parasomnia child #fanart #Jay #Jay best fren #<3333 #JJ’s ocs

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baileys-writing-desk · 6 months

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Kikwis are not food!

Faron follows through on her claims to eat an annoying Kikwi. Or at least…she tries to.

[Misfits of the 3 Dragons]

AO3

Faron swims through the chambers of Lake Floria, with a small Kikwi clutched in her claw. The old plant had already told Link where she lives a while back…and now it has given the small hero even more of her information. So tonight, she decides, he’s dinner.

This ends now, little brat.

As she continues, and as the Kikwi holds its breath, she listens to the sounds of the lake: the chubby pufferfish, Jellyf splashing around, the way her own body moves through the water so smoothly…and even an odd-sounding noise from far behind her. Hmph. Those fish are always getting into trouble.

She still can’t believe that this scrawny old Kikwi would break her trust again. Perhaps Link forced the information out of it, but she had sworn to all residents of the woods that almost everything about her be kept secret from the hero. Now Link knows her age, her favorite foods, her biggest pet peeves, biggest fears…even the things Eldin and Lanayru do that she finds annoying. Rage boils in her chest and she huffs. Ugh!!

Finally she breaks the surface in the comfort of her home, tucked away deep within the lake’s chambers, and wipes some of the water off the little plant’s leaves. The Kikwi shivers and glances up at her face, brow furrowing.

“Ah, you wretched thing!” she exclaims. “How many times did I tell you to keep that big mouth shut? Hmm…I bet you’re gonna taste wonderful.”

“Noooo, Faron, don’t eat meeeee!” the Kikwi pleads with puppy-dog eyes. But the Water Dragon simply scoffs.

“Hmph. I’m not gonna feel sorry for a plant.”

“I’m sorry…I won’t tell Link anything ever again! I’ll keep my mouth shut! Pweeease?”

Faron grunts. “Not buying it.” She holds the Kikwi up to her mouth, smelling all the fresh leaves atop its head. “And not that there’s much else you could tell Link anyway.”

“Look…he wants to know you better as a friend, and he feels like you two aren’t quite getting along.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just go tellin’ him things willy-nilly. Which is why you’re my feast tonight! Mmm…so scrumptious…”

The Kikwi squeals, but she ignores the sound as she closes her eyes, biting off a big, juicy leaf. Ohhh…so refreshing… This could easily be the best dinner she’s had in a while. She sighs with delight as the flavors of the leaf dance on her tongue, a leaf made from the heavens…

“FARON!!”

She gasps, eyes flying open. What in Hylia??

Floating in the waters of her hall is a familiar figure…with his yellow coat and fluffy white beard, and he glares at her intensely. He surely does not look happy.

“L-Lanayru?!” she cries out. “What are you doing here??”

“Put that Kikwi down.”

How—how did he—

“You heard me, Faron. Don’t give me that look. Let him go.”

As much as she wants this Kikwi to be long gone—this stupid plant has betrayed her once too many—she knows she must not disobey Lanayru.

“…Fine,” she huffs, rolling her eyes at the Thunder Dragon. “I won’t eat this—thing.” With the Kikwi tight in her grip, she holds her arm back and chucks it right at him.

“Woah-ho!” Lanayru exclaims, managing to catch it without getting slammed in the face. “I didn’t say to throw him, sweet Hylia!”

The Kikwi groans as it looks up at the Thunder Dragon with pleading eyes. “Please…save me, old man. She’s gonna—“

“I know. But she won’t anymore.” Lanayru’s voice is so soft, so calming, and it makes Faron scowl in disgust. “I’m taking you with me.”

“Ughhhh!!” She throws her hands up in dismay, glaring at the older dragon. “I hate you, Lanayru! You ruined my dinner!!”

“Well, deal with it. Find something else to eat, then. Like, I don’t know…a fish?”

“Ewww, that’s so boring!! And the Kikwis taste so good…Here, what if I spare its life, but I just eat all the leaves off its little head?”

“NO!”

“Come on, pleeeease?”

Lanayru huffs. “I said no.”

“What?? This isn’t faaaair!!” she whines, folding her arms across her chest. “It’s because I’m the youngest, isn’t it? ‘Cause you let Eldin eat whatever he wants.”

“Hold on a second, since when have I done that?? Eldin tried to eat an electric frog! And he chomped an arm off a rusted robot! You do know he’s not allowed in the desert without my permission, right?”

Faron sighs. Crap. “Yeah…I remember.”

“Good. Now I better not catch you tryin’ this again. You know, I could always bring in LD-301S Scrapper to watch over you.”

“No! Please no, not Scrapper!!” she shouts. “That robot hurls insults at us like Eldin’s fireballs! I will not have him in my hall!”

“Well then, the choice is yours.” Lanayru shrugs his shoulders with a grin. “Don’t eat Kikwis and you won’t get the mean robot.”

“Really, huh? What if I just…smash it to bits?”

“Faron!” The Thunder Dragon’s eyes go wide with horror. “I swear, if you do that—“

“Haha, I’m kidding!” she exclaims, giving him a mischievous grin. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!!”

Lanayru lets out a long sigh. “…Good grief, Faron.” He glances at the entrance behind them. “And to think I just came to say hi…whew, I’m getting tired.”

“Then go take a nap, old man! Leave me here to ‘enjoy’ my boring fish dinner alone.”

The Kikwi seems more relaxed now in Lanayru’s claw, unfortunately safe from being eaten. Ugh, I’m so- aarghhhh!

“Oh, you want me to stay?”

“No, I don’t.” Faron points at the doorway. “Get outta here, Lanayru.”

Slowly, the Thunder Dragon turns around and ducks under the water, leaving the hall with the Kikwi in his clutches. Lanayru may not be as fast a swimmer as Faron, and his old age limits him quite a bit, but he still manages.

As she watches his cloudy tail disappear around the bend, she wonders if he had perhaps followed her all the way here…it’s the only explanation for why he showed up so quickly after her arrival.

That stupid little sneaker!

With an exasperated huff, the enraged Faron grabs a pufferfish in her reach. Ugh, guess this will have to do. At least now that the Kikwi is with Lanayru, and will be from now on, she won’t have to see that bratty old plant in her woods again.

She just hopes the Thunder Dragon will be able to deal with it.

#bailey writes #faron the water dragon #lanayru the thunder dragon #skyward sword #just faron and lanayru here :)#lanayru’s got some sass 😌#poor kikwi #based on her line in the game where she says one of them will be dinner!

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 1 year

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Bewitching Fate/New Self-Insert?

So as y'all know I've been hyperfixated mainly on FF14 and FFSOP as of late. Y'all also know that my royal s/i is my ff14 s/i because I want all my loves together~! (Canon be damned, my worlds now!)

BEWARE: Spoilers for FFSOP and FF14 (mainly Shadowbringers)

So some of you also know that at the end of SOP Jack and his friends become the bringers of darkness Chaos and the Fiends of Chaos in order to create new Warriors of Light for the land they inhabit. Well, in FF14, Guess what your character becomes?

Ding Ding Ding If you guessed a Warrior of Light, you get a cookie and kisses from your f/o (the kisses were gonna happen regardless, but yeah)

Well, the organization that Thancred and all my friends/family are in -- the scions -- work with the Warrior of Light to bring light to Eorzea! And any beings of darkness are considered an enemy...

Well, Jack still has his 'day job' as my s/i's royal guard! So when she ventures off and ends up staying in Eorzea longer than planned, you know he and our friends aren't too far behind. The only problem on top of the internal cruel twist of fate of me being a WoL is that people in Eorzea can see others' aetherial balance...

So let's just say the first meeting between factions was very... tense to put it lightly. If it wasn't for me so excited to see Jack, Jed, Ash, Neon, and Sophia, then vouching for them to the point I said "I'm a princess and the only one who can slay primals! If you wanna fight these guys, I hope you found someone else who won't become a mindless slave to the primals 'cause I'll quit. Not my land so it really shouldn't be my problem BUT IT IS!"

Needless to say, everyone lowered their weapons but kept their eyes peeled for any sort of slip-up from the other side. Especially Thancred when it came to Jack... If anyone asked, he said it was simply because he couldn't risk such darkness corrupting their strongest ally further... But who knows why he'd spy in on softer moments..?

Now fast forward to ShadowBringers where I and the scions find ourselves in a situation to save a world overrun with Light. This place is so off-balance that the light has turned many of its inhabitants into angelic-looking monsters known as sin eaters who only live to consume aether!

So now it's my job to slay the mightiest sin eaters known as Light Wardens in order to bring darkness back to the realm and restore balance.

The only problem is I'm the only one who can take in their light without transforming immediately myself. But even then we don't know how much light I can take...

Fast forward EVEN MORE to the death of the final Light Warden and me taking in their light. That was the straw that broke my frail form's back and instilled the beginning of a transformation.

My daughter Ryne (A girl originally known as another Minfilia since she was bestowed powers to prevent a total flood of light) was powerful enough to halt the corruption but not cleanse it and no way is currently known!

SO with that said what if Jack and our friends were also with the scions. Therefore when they see the transformation and how some of my allies will be so quick to turn against me should I show any signs, they decide to join me in the enduring battles since who better to bring back the darkness then those who embody it?

Also cue a moment where I make Jack promise to kill me if and when I lose myself, much to our mutual dismay

But with that said: a whole sin-eater AU has been in my mind so I even have a design at behest of my bestie @floweringforgetfulness for biblically accurate Becca (I still lose myself to giggles with that) I have a design (THANK YOU BESTIE!!!!!!)

The only thing is that as a Light Warden/Sin Eater they usually go by names like "Innocence" "Tesleen the Forgiven" "Eros" "Philia" so I kinda wanna keep that name so I was thinking something along the line of Paitence since the others are like greek forms of love/virtues

So any ideas would be appreciated!!

taglist: @jellyfish-ships @canongf !@hadesgoddess @nyandereneko @disneymarina @goldenworldsabound @singingdeepinme @violetsandmilk

#fo community #selfshipdom #self insert community #selfship community #self ship community #angel au #au idea #oc x canon #friends art #ship: paradise found #ship: stories along the stream

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Im curious, are energy drink cookies still able to get baked? Are their ingredients still in production?

My roommate (we're close friends) and I were hoping to either adopt one or bake one, and I'm curious on their availability-

* I have been putting off this ask in attempts to not act biased but I feel sad and had an extremely stressful day yesterday so I am answering an ask about one of my favorite cookies.

* To answer your question, Energy Drink Cookies were an discontinued Cookie Type, however, due to the public creating more and more of the mother ingredent for an Energy Drink Cookie, Cookie Corporations silently brought back the Energy Drink Cookie recipe for the public to enjoy, but I should note that Energy Drink Cookies look completely different when first baked, both eyes intact, reclusive, and most importantly, not wearing their iconic gear.

* It's when we move to the black market that things get extremely serious, and where the Energy Drink Cookie you and your roommate are likely most familiar with comes into play. The Black Marketers, ever the absolutely delightful bunch (I am using sarcasm, dear Anon), have figured out that mixing Jam with dust contained in specific mineral deposits formed in meteorites, then dousing normal jellies to create a horrifying disease that affects only us Cookies, also known as Jellying.

* This disease, dear anon, is what is used to create the Energy Drink Cookie you likely know of. The disease in the cookie is allowed to progress into the second stage before being nullified with the use of wasabi paste mixed with water, making the Energy Drink Cookie more capable of surviving the toxic bear jelly and equipment needed to convert them into a 'true' Energy Drink Cookie. They lose their ability to see out of one eye (and sometimes even both eyes) and lose most if not all of their memories prior to the jellification process, making it extremely hard to find who exactly has been doing all of this, they thankfully can still breathe normal levels of oxygen like most cookies, they just prefer to inhale the toxic fumes to maintain their cookiemanity(?) in the fear that if they don't they will be thrown back into the process. They seem to be immune to the toxins and it acts moreso as normal fresh air for them, which is already quite anomalous.

* Anyways, usually, once the humans have their fun, they dispose of the Energy Drink Cookie in landfills, abandoned alleyways, abandoned towns/cities or isolated islands where they are left to fend for their own. This means the majority of the cookie type is extremely distrustful towards humans, I have only one or two of these Energy Drink Cookies, and they hardily leave their rooms these days....

* I know they're alive of course, seeing all futures and all, but that does not mean that the behavior does not concern me. If you are concidering on taking in an Energy Drink Cookie who has went through the Jellyfication process, I highly suggest bringing gas masks, the toxic fumes that Energy Drink Cookies produce is no joke and can seriously kill you in notime if you are not prepared! If not, a normal Energy Drink Cookie can be baked or adopted in your local centers and ingredient stores.

(I will link back to this post when I manage to create some illustrations of both variants of energy drink cookie)

#energy drink cookie #cookie run #cookie run au #roommates au #cookie factoids #would this count as experimentation?#I'll just tag it just in case.#experimentation tw #experimentation cw #tw experimentation #cw experimentation

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jellydishes · 3 months

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The lamb as black as coal was back tonight. It walked a small circle before settling down, for all appearances as if to rest it’s head and go to sleep. “The world will tell you that to be selfish is to be cruel,” it whispered, “but in moderation, it will rob the world of its own evils. If you are used to giving yourself up piece by piece, it isn’t generosity but butchery.”

#jellyfic #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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A Dragon’s Care Pt 1 (Skyward Sword Fanfic)

HAHA HELP I’VE BEEN SUCKED INTO LEGEND OF ZELDA SO HARD

I discovered LoZ in January and for a while was just gobbling up fanfiction but now my muse is tickling so here we are. These aren’t really entire chapters, just kind of scenes that coalesce into a single story. Skyward Sword Link is by far my favorite Link and I want to take care of my precious cinnamon roll, so what could be more entertaining than dragons being stuck with a tiny gravely ill sky child?

Next chapter

A Dragon’s Care - Faron

Faron was simply minding her own business when this obnoxious loftwing flew in out of nowhere. She’d seen loftwings on occasion when she’d seen Levias, but the goddess-appointed guardians had never really impressed her too much. She respected their duty, but beyond that…

They were exasperating.

“What are you even doing here?” she asked, annoyed, as the crimson loftwing flapped its wings and squawked. The cloud barrier had only disappeared barely a week ago and these things were already coming to pester her. It was only when she leaned down that she noticed the loftwing had something under one of its claws. It must have brought it there and laid it on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, she realized that it wasn’t an it at all.

Was that the hero?

Faron bent over and the loftwing took a few steps back to allow her to examine the situation. It was indeed the little hero. He looked smaller than usual, pale and sweaty, and still as a stone. Faron glanced up at the loftwing. “Is he injured?”

The loftwing chirped.

Faron huffed. “Well I don’t know what you want me to do. If he can’t even take care of himself—”

Her ramblings were interrupted by her servants all splashing in the water, echoing each other’s frantic and concerned calls to the hero. She sighed. What exactly was this bird expecting of her?

The loftwing puffed out its chest and whistled a familiar tune. Faron stiffened. That was Levias’ identifiable song.

Levias had sent him.

Faron grumbled. She couldn’t say no to a request from him, but she still wasn’t sure what had even happened that Levias thought she could address it. She didn’t dislike the hero, but she also didn’t like being inconvenienced like this. After all, it was apparent the hero couldn’t handle his duties, so why should she have to step into a role that was not hers?

Well, the cloud barrier had disappeared. That had to indicate the sky child had done something right.

The loftwing’s singing ended, and it squawked loudly, extending its wings.

“All right, all right,” Faron acquiesced with an irritated wave of her hand. “Just stop screaming. I’ll see what I can do.”

Bending forward so she was almost touching the tiny hero, she poked him with a clawed finger. His body trembled under her hand, so thin and frail, and even she found her usually chilly heart melting a little. Whatever the hero had gotten himself into, he was not faring well. However, she did not see any immediate injury. She’d have to examine some more.

“Get his clothes off,” she ordered her servants, pushing the hero towards the edge of the water so they could better reach him.

The hero’s loftwing watched with curiosity, agitation clear in its features as it shifted from foot to foot. It hissed when one of her servants approached the hero, and they shrank back with a squeal.

Faron rolled her eyes. “Let them help.”

The loftwing rumbled, its feathers fluffing out just a bit in acquiescence. Her servants swam near the shore once more.

Jellyf led the school of Parellas, reaching her snout towards the hero’s cream colored tunic. Despite several attempts, however, it quickly became apparent that the lack of opposable thumbs—or any hands at all—was making the venture fruitless. The only thing happening was that the hero was getting steadily more soaked in water.

The Parellas grew more frantic in their attempts, and the hero nearly slipped into the lake. Faron pinched the bridge of her nose to fight the oncoming headache. “Get away, I’ll handle it.”

Jellyf apologetically backed away, leading her fellows from the stone island. Faron sighed heavily and pinched the tiny hero’s even tinier tunic. She felt like she was playing with a rag doll, slipping the tunic ever so carefully over the hero’s head so her large talons wouldn’t hurt him. His head almost unceremoniously hit the ground as soon as the tunic was pulled off, and Faron hissed, trying to slip a finger under his head and only barely catching it in time.

This was ridiculous. She was a dragon, not some babysitter and she was not equipped to handle such a small charge.

Faron looked over the hero’s torso and saw old bruises, very apparent and angry looking lightning scars, and bandages freshly wrapped. If he’s already gotten treatment, then why did Levias send him here?

Perhaps it was something elsewhere. Faron plucked at the boy’s trousers next, slipping them off with more ease since she didn’t have to worry about damaging his head. His legs bore a similar appearance to the rest of his body, though they did not bear electrical injuries like his right arm and shoulder seemed to.

The little hero was laid bare and shivering slightly, covered in a layer of sweat and pale as the stone beneath him. Faron furrowed her brow, confused.

Then she looked at the loftwing. “…Is he sick?”

The bird flapped its wings, chirping. Faron sighed. She supposed that was the issue, then. Or perhaps the hero was just too weak after his injuries. But clearly he or someone had already treated the wounds.

Curious, Faron pinched at the bandages, her sharp claws easily cutting the fabric so it slid off the hero’s trembling body. The wounds underneath looked to be healing, but smells of herbs and sick wafted from them.

So that was the issue. Faron sighed again.

Looking to her servants, she ordered, “Get my basin.”

The Parella swam away quickly, repeating “Basin! Basin!” as they went. Faron knew she’d have to go retrieve sacred water herself, so she looked to the crimson loftwing next. “Keep him warm. I’ll be back.”

Her servants returned with the basin, and she quickly headed out. It didn’t take long, thankfully, and when she arrived back at her chamber she found the loftwing practically roosting on its charge. For Farore’s sake… what a ridiculous lot.

Waving the bird away, she set the basin down, half full since the hero was so small, and scooped him up with one hand. He was limp in her hold, his breathing shaky. It was honestly a little alarming how weak he was in comparison to when she saw him last. What had happened? She had sensed the triforce activate, had sensed the evil leave the realm. Was the journey to get the triforce that perilous, or were these wounds from the demon king himself? Both?

“I suppose I’ll find out when you wake,” she muttered, slipping the hero into the basin and making sure he was situated where his head remained above water. He shivered again in the water, and she pursed her lips. “It might be chilly, but it’ll get the infection out of your wounds better than those herbs.”

Jellyf swam towards the island. “Will he be okay?”

“He should be fine,” Faron assured. “He just needs time.”

#skyward sword #ss link #faron #crimson loftwing #legend of zelda #sickfic #faron is so done #how to take care of tiny ragdoll hero for dragons 101 #crimson has no chill #i'm not sure what else to tag this is my first post help #skyward sword link #ss story #writing

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