#oh buoy o////o

[ameko-crossing]

Zen Kirishima from Sekaiichi Hatsukoi~

(And Takafumi Yokozawa)

#bisexual single dad my beloved #oh buoy o////o #zen kirishima #sekaiichi hatsukoi #he radiates something... i can't explain #yokozawa takafumi

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

the summer moon was born from the waves to be loved (gojo x reader) pt 2

or, you got pregnant and the ghost of university days past finds out five years later.

tags: 18+, afab!reader (she/her), baby daddy gojou au pt 2: electric boogaloo

AO3 || pt 1

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o. buoy

If Satoru was forced to use some sort of ocean-related terminology to describe you, he’d say you’re a buoy.

You were the marine biology major. (What was the difference between that and oceanography? Satoru had no idea. You explained it to him at least twice though). Because of that, Satoru heard his fair share of marine terminology from you.

Buoys were those floating things at sea, the ones from Finding Nemo that had all the seagulls on it. You said they were guiding posts, gave heads up for reefs or they could be warnings for hazardous zones.

To Satoru, you were like an anchorless buoy that ー no matter how far he sailed ー he could never reach.

i. halocline

You’ve never felt permanent; not to Satoru.

You sooner felt like one of those quickly formed friendships you thought would last forever only for it to dwindle out as fast as it started. Then that person was just a forgotten name in your contacts list until you’re scrolling down and going ‘Who the hell is this? Delete’ without a second thought.

It was strange.

An oxymoron of the highest degree.

How did someone who was such a constant in his life from the moment you set foot in it simultaneously feel as impermanent as foam on the waves? One minute you were there, the next you weren’t. Satoru wasn’t sure when the fear of you disappearing entirely crept in.

When those looks started appearing on your face.

All he knew was that it started long before he started sleeping with you and it started long before you left.

One moment you’re hanging out ー undoubtedly doing something stupid. Singing the wrong lyrics to a song on the radio, putting Suguru’s hair in pigtails, watching María la del Barrio with Utahime who took one Spanish class and made telenovelas her entire personality for a month ー then you’d grow quiet and this far away look would be in your eyes. Satoru never knew where you went in those moments, but it wasn’t there.

So he’d do something to anchor you back to land. It didn’t have to be much.

A poke to the cheek,

a tickle to your side, 

calling out to you,

sometimes he’d even play with your fingers.

It didn’t matter what he did as long as you’d blink and grin and go “what’s up?” and everything would feel right in the world.

It never would feel right long enough though; the look always came back and the feeling would persist.

When you sang songs in the car.

(“I can do it fast or slow, it really doesn't matter, though. 'Cause I'm a pro, what you say? You wanna take me toe to toe? Uh no, dude, I think so,” you’d rap Kel’s verse flawlessly like you’d rehearsed it for hours. “My style is phat and Immature’s got my back on this funky trackー” you pointed at Satoru enthusiastically.

“You want fries with that?” Satoru would point back with way too much passion for a line that went way too hard for what he was actually saying. “Coo coo ca-choo whatcha gonna do?”

Shoko would roll her eyes but she’d still be smiling when Suguru softly brought in the chorus with rhythmic bumps of his head, “watch me do my thing, I like to do my thing, watch me do my thing, everybody sayー”

Your head continued to bump along but you stopped singing along and looked out the window. Satoru remembered he threw his arm around your shoulders loudly belting the rest of the lyrics until you laughed and joined back in.)

When you indulged Utahime’s telenovela personality change.

(“[First], quit zoning out. I’m bored.”

“Hey, unlike you, I’m actually paying attention.”

“Oh yeah, then what’s been going on?”

“Soraya Montenegro is gasping in Spanish right now.”

“Can you both shut u- OH MY GODー”

“IS NO ONE GONNA STOP THIS BITCH?”)

And at parties.

(Satoru always knew you were about to leave when you made that face. Things could start perfectly at the beginning of the night. You’d finally skulk out of your cave like you were Gollum from Lord of the Rings and wave him over. The next moment? You were in deep thought while your friends made joke after joke, rip after rip.

“Sorry gang, but my lips don’t touch anything but Don Equis and Asahi,” you’d say with an air of regality not suited for a party of college students. “Maybe Corona if there’s nothing else. I’m not drinking... whatever this is. So I’m gonna head out, there’s a 24 hour liquor store around here somewhere.”

“You coming back?” Satoru didn’t know why he asked, he already knew what your answer would be.

“Nah, I think I’m done for the night. I’ll catch you guys later though.”

“I’ll walk you back to your place then.”)

He doesn’t know why he looked at your lips that night at the park. 

You were friends, he liked being your friend. That’s all there was to it. It had always annoyed him up until that point when Suguru and Shoko joked the two of you were more like a couple than anything else. That he chased after you like a lovesick puppy, the pathetic but funny kind. He wasn’t sure why it annoyed him so much.

Maybe it was because it felt like it reduced everything about his friendship with you into that shit take that the opposite sex couldn’t just be friends.

Maybe it was something else entirely. He doesn't know.

You weren’t permanent.

Not while you sat beside him in a park at who knows when in the morning and not even when you reassured him his life would work out the way he wanted and you touched him like he was something precious to you.

“Be careful I don’t disappear for months, spirited away by the sea folk on my Children of the Sea shit. I’ll come back to shore occasionally, mysterious as the sea itself.” You already were as mysterious as the sea itself.

“Even if you got spirited away, I’d just go and bring you right back.” Satoru meant it. Even if, more than anything, it felt more like he was making that promise to reassure himself. It didn’t matter how far off to the sea you went as long as Satoru could bring you back to the shore. “You’ve doomed yourself.” More specifically you said that to him. Maybe he should have taken it more of a warning than a light-hearted nudge.

“You said it first, remember?” You did. He remembered it as clear as day. He’d stumbled onto an unstable boat and you were a buoy far off in the distance.

“There’s no ditching me now, not even at sea.” So stay. That’s all Satoru needed you to do.

The sprinklers that decided to join in on the moment must have been a sign that he was in the middle of a prophecy that was going to be fulfilled whether he wanted it to or not. That’s why he kissed you first in the doorway of your bathroom when you just came to ask if he wanted tea.

Buoys are supposed to have anchors, right? 

Maybe he could be yours.

When Satoru woke up the day after the first time you slept together, he woke up alone.

It wasn't until he reached out an arm lazily to your side of the bed and he patted the mattress several times that he realized no one was there. The bed had long since gone cold so you had to have been gone for a while. Yes, you called five minutes later from McDonald’s cheerily going “Yooo, Satoru, I’m at Mickey D’s, what do you want?” Still it cemented your impermanence and that was only the first of many times he woke up by himself.

You could be out the house or in; Satoru preferred when you were in. Sometimes you’d be in the kitchen humming some unknown tune, other times you’d be watching TV on the couch. Either way, he could drape himself over you with a tired ‘morning’ and hold you close.

(“What are you wa- is that the new episode of Love is Blind?”

“Um… I only just started it two minutes ago?”

“[First], what the hell!? While I was asleep?!”)

From then on when Satoru saw those far away looks, he’d kiss you since it was on the table now. Satoru put everything into those kisses and you’d kiss him back just as hard.

Don’t go anywhere. He’d thread one hand into your hair and the other would pull your waist closer to his. Satoru didn’t want or need anything else. Stay.

You kissed him like you would.

It’s crazy how easily you could just slip away from everything like a ghost that hadn’t been there at all. It was shockingly apparent that impromptu trip you took to the beach in the middle of the semester.

Everyone had been together in awe of the bioluminescent dots in the sea and it donned on him you hadn’t said anything in a while. You were gone.

He’d painted his panic in his usual bravadoー nonchalant and grinning, claiming he was gonna go bother you for a bit.

It was a relief when he found you.

It was dreadful when he found you.

Satoru couldn’t see your face clearly but he could tell your look was intent on the sea and how it shined with the glow of a billion bright lights. If there was a ghost ship calling you out to the depths, Satoru knew you’d leave in a heartbeat.

You slowly became more noticeably distant from your group of mutual friends after that trip. It didn’t start immediately, you’d acted the same as usual at first. You still sang songs in the car, Utahime had grown out of her novela phase in favor of all of you losing your shit at the editing of Indian serial dramas and in between those moments Satoru found himself in your bed again.

It was around that time you started kissing his forehead; when the kisses started, that’s when you started drifting away from his orbit. You said it was homework, your profs telepathically communicating to increase your workload.

You alright?

What kind of sadists are your professors if you’re this busy?

Just let me know if you need me to come over some kind of distraction. Sorry for coming over earlier unannounced, I shouldn’t have assumed. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.

“Do you think she thinks I’m being clingy?” Satoru mumbled as he stared at your text that you were fine just dying from homework. You definitely thought he’s being clingy. He’d always been a bit clingy with his friends. He was probably more overbearing than usual though.

“Yes,” Kenjaku replied without missing a beat. “You’re gonna get dumped if you keep this up.”

God what does Suguru see in this guy? He’s like a fucking parasite. “I wasn’t asking you,” Satoru glared. “And she isn’t my girlfriend.”

Suguru snorted, running his hands through his boyfriend’s hair, “play nice both of you,” he said lightly and Satoru rolled his eyes. “But if [First] is saying she’s fine, then just trust that she’s fine. She’ll come back around when her workload decreases.”

Satoru glared with a pout, “you’re worried too, don’t act like it’s just me.”

“I never said it was, it’s just that between the two of us I’m handling it better. I sent her a surprise uber eats delivery yesterday.” Asshole, that was a brilliant idea. Satoru wished he thought of it first. Instead he asked Shoko to check on you; maybe you’d be more receptive if it wasn’t him bothering you for the tenth text in a row.

Shoko went to check on you. Apparently you were fine and Satoru was worrying for nothing. She even said that you would come and hang out with them soon. Some people might say it’s a bit petty to celebrate the failures of others. In another universe, Satoru might even agree with them. But in this universe, Satoru was a hater first and foremost. So if he and his friends wanted to go out to eat to celebrate the fact Zenin Naoya was bitching about a failing grade on an essay, he and his friends were going to go out and eat to celebrate Zenin Naoya failing his essay.

Apparently, you were all haters.

It was also just nice seeing you again. If Satoru was more poetic, he’d probably add a bunch of other things to that statement. It was just nice to have you back.

“Karma is probably gonna come back to clap us in the ass for celebrating someone getting a bad grade,” you snickered.

“Sounds like a problem for future us,” Suguru grinned with a twinkle in his eyes.

“We go to school with the Japanese version of Ben Shapiro,” Satoru choked on his strawberry smoothie when Shoko said that. “I think we’re covered on karma.”

“Y’all are terrible people,” Satoru clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief and shame.

“Hey, good neighbor, this dinner was your idea,” you nudged him with a dry tone and a smile.

Satoru nudged back with a grin of his own.

Dinner was fun, lots of drinks and jokes. It was a non-alcoholic beverage sort of night. Shoko said it was because they’d clearly been drinking too much if Satoru of all people had gotten better with holding his liquor. Her point was fair but rude nonetheless yet when Satoru turned to whine for you to come to his defense, the distant glaze was over your eyes and your smile was smaller than it had been the last time he looked at it.

“[First],” your motion to close your apartment door stopped and you hummed with a raised eyebrow. Satoru felt more dread than usual that night. Something about the air had been different. The face you made felt different than it normally did. It was always distant, you were always far away, but tonight was the worst it had ever been. “We’re good, right?”

You look at him like he grew an extra four eyes. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Satoru couldn’t meet your eyes as he shrugged wordlessly. You’d probably say he was being ridiculous and clingy if he mentioned anything but he couldn’t find anything else to say to make himself seem unbothered either.

You rolled your eyes with a grin before stretching your arms out wide. “You’re being overdramatic, you big baby. Come here, big guy,” Satoru pulled you in close, burying his nose in the corner of his neck. Despite welcoming your embrace, it did nothing to soothe Satoru’s anxieties.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Satoru asked without pulling away from you completely.

The way you smiled at him was warm but it still somehow felt unreadable. Satoru knew all of your smiles. Your happy ones,

the sad ones, 

the one you made when Sora finally got into Smash. 

The ones you made when you were mad that he was successfully charming his way out of you being mad at him. 

Satoru didn’t know this one.

Despite that fact, Satoru let you cup his face in your hands and he let you stand on the tip of your toes to place a kiss on his forehead. “See you, Satoru."

ii. undertow

Sleep didn’t come to Satoru after he laid in bed.

His head was too full as he kept running back through what you told him after he took you home.

You didn’t say you’d see him later.

You’re just being overdramatic, Satoru forced his eyes to close. You’re always overdramatic. It’s my best trait 30% of the time.

No one else said anything that night, it was just him who felt like this, right? It was always just him. If everyone else felt like something was off all night, someone would have mentioned it by now. With that, Satoru forced his eyes closed for all of five minutes before he decided to send, at the very least, a dumb meme. Something that’d make you laugh when you saw it and would make you reply “I’m wheezing” or “that’s so us!”

A quick stroll through his photos was all it took to find something suitable. He can’t remember exactly what it was, only that it was stupid.

It was stupid and didn’t go through to your phone.

A disconnect and reconnect dance to his wifi later and it still didn’t go through.

Satoru’s feet was on the pavement before not even a heartbeat after he calmly made sure his apartment was locked.

He just had to be sure you were okay. It was just him being an overdramatic, big baby. Your phone died or something and that’s why nothing was going through. Or maybe this was like the time you put your phone in airplane mode to narrowly avoid sending Shoko the wrong meme and then forgot to switch it back off.

You don’t answer the door when he knocks and he goes back and forth between knocking and trying to reach you on your other socials.

Twitter? Blocked.

He can’t find you anywhere else.

Instagram.

LINE.

Discord.

It’s like you were never there, gone from all the group chats and servers you once shared.

Satoru stayed outside of your apartment for the better part of an hour before one of your neighbors opened her door tired and annoyed.

“Dude, do you know what time it is?” Your neighbor asked groggily. She’s a nice girl, the reason rent was low enough in the area you could afford an apartment on your own. Apparently she wrecked shit in the neighborhood on the low to keep the rent down. Even better was the fact she was the landlord’s daughter. Not all heroes wore capes. 

“Sorry,” Satoru knew he must look like a maniac with his messy hair and wide eyes. “have you seen [First]? I’m having a hard time reaching her.”

The neighbor gave him a funny look, “she moved out tonight,” she told him like that was the fifth time she told him that her favorite color was orange. “I thought it was weird you didn’t help with moving her stuff out a few days ago. She gave me the key to give it to my dad tomorrow. Didn’t she tell you she was leaving?”

iii. la niña

Satoru didn’t know which was worse sometimesー the fact Shoko kept the fact he had a daughter a secret for five years or how he found out.

It wasn’t like Shoko approached him one gloomy night when memories of the most prominent ghost in his life began bubbling to the surface. She didn’t grimly say that she needed to tell him something and he should sit down for it. She didn’t start off with apologies, saying she felt she had no choice or that if things had gone different she would have told him.

None of that happened.

Satoru found out by accident.

Accident.

All because Shoko didn’t hear him approach her when she was on her phone scrolling through instagram. She was so focused on whatever she was looking at, she didn’t even notice how Satoru quietly snickered to himself and snuck behind her to give her spook. He was just about to say something, ready for swears and ‘you’re so annoying, what are you 12?!’s when he took an instinctual glance at her phone and he saw you.

Thoughts of scaring Shoko went out the window in a matter of milliseconds. He didn’t even feel his body move when he snatched her phone out of her hand.

“Heyー” Shoko started with an offended hiss but when she looked over her shoulder, she looked like she saw an impending storm and her jaw clamped shut.

Satoru took in the photo like it was the last thing he’d ever see. You were dressed in a blue t-shirt and cream colored shorts, some aquarium’s logo stitched into your clothes. You were holding a kid, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek while the girl was caught mid-giggle. And when Satoru looked at the little girl in your arms, it was his eyes that looked back.

“I- she told me not to say anything,” Shoko murmured, brown eyes looking anywhere but at him. Then the secrets came rolling out one after the other.

“If I didn’t see this picture,” Satoru’s grip tightened on Shoko’s phone to ground himself to the present. “Were you still going to keep this a secret from me?”

Her answer was silence.

iv. el niño

“I have to be honest,” from the corner of your eye, you see Satoru chasing after Itsuki, Nanako and Mimiko. Suguru is watching next to you on the bench, your respective care bags for accidents and playground injuries at the ready between you. “I thought I’d be more surprised you’re a dad now. But it kinda just makes sense. You always had ‘single mom’ energy in school.”

Brown eyes flash with recognition, “you had a dream about me adopting kids once, right?”

“No, I had a dream where you were off a perk and calling people without powers ‘monkeys’,” you correct your old friend petulantly. As if he should have remembered after all these years without contact. “You just happened to adopt children in the process of all that.”

Suguru snorts, “my apologies for getting the details wrong. So you had a dream that I adopted kids once and that I was off a perk."

"Exactly, thank you."

A silence somewhere between comfortable and awkward settles over the two of you, save for the squeals of little girls and Satoru’s manic laughter as the evil sorcerer king.

Suguru looks nice. 

He’s still rocking the man bun but he’s opted to let some of his hair hang loose and he’s a couple hundred pounds down a shitty, parasitic boyfriend. Suguru and Kenjaku broke up halfway through the semester after you transferred. “Before you ask, yes, we had dinner to celebrate,” Suguru told you when you saw him for the first time in years a few days ago.

You’ve had your fair share of private updates on the lives of your old friends you didn’t keep in contact with. Shoko kept you up to date on everything. A surprising number of your old friends had gone into the field of educationー Utahime, Suguru and Satoru. You wonder how Satoru’s parents reacted to that information. You have yet to ask; it seemed like too much of a mood killer when Satoru happily recounted stories about his students a few weeks ago.

When Itsuki almost trips you make to stand but Satoru catches her before you can blink. 

“He’s pretty good with her,” Suguru says like he’s a mind reader. “There was this kid we used to babysit, Riko, when we were younger. He said he hated it but he’s always been pretty good with kids.”

You can believe it. There’s plenty of things you remember Satoru complaining about despite his inherent talents in them. It makes you want to cry sometimes seeing how good he is with Itsuki. Your daughter is smart enough to play neutral when he asks but you’re pretty sure your daughter has a favorite parent. Adorable little traitor, you laugh softly to yourself. You’d think five years would give someone an edge.

Five years.

“Are you… mad?” You look at your old friend from the corner of your eye.

Suguru takes his time answering, mulling over unknown thoughts in his head. Playful as you remember Suguru being, he’s always been introspective. He thinks before he acts, lets things slowly come to a boil before turning off the stovetop. “I was more worried than mad to start,” he finally speaks. “It’s not everyday an entire group of people gets ghosted. I’m a little mad you didn’t open up though.”

Your smile is small and your eyebrows knit apologetically. 

“But at the end of the day, this is nothing compared to what went down between Satoru and me in high school. So I guess I can forgive you.” You never did get the story about Satoru and Suguru’s mysterious high school turning point. The itch to know all the details is minor compared to the way your shoulders relax when Suguru shoots you a familiar smile. I missed you too. “Just don’t do anymore disappearing acts.” Smooth as they come, Suguru raises a closed fist just above your care bags. 

Smile a bit more grand, you bump the side of your fist to his. “I can happily vouch that it won’t be happening again.”

“Good. It’s nice to have you back.”

“It’s nice being back.”

v. sea state

“Did you get an undercut?”

“Yeah, a while ago,” Satoru grins. “I look nice, right?”

“Please accept the compliment normally so your arrogance doesn’t rub off on our daughter,” you shake your head but a good-natured grin is plastered on your face. “Itsuki, make sure Daddy behaves. You’re in charge as the honorary aquarist.”

Itsuki’s eyes fill with delight at the duty bestowed upon her. “I will,” she promises, chest puffed with as much pride as a five year old can produce. It’s a rare day off in the middle of the week for Satoru. Normally he’s confined to his school during these hours, but thanks to some school holiday you scheduled in advance for him to take Itsuki around your aquarium. It isn’t the first time Itsuki’s been, you’d taken her there before she could even walk. It might as well be her first visit though from how she’s beaming. “Daddy, you have to be good so Mommy doesn't get mad.”

“As you command, general,” Satoru salutes playfully, picking Itsuki up in his arms. “Now then, if you excuse us, this father-daughter duo is gonna enjoy the aquarium while you work.” 

“Bup bup bup,” you tut before the man can take off. “At least let me get my goodbye kiss before you run off to have fun without me,” you peck Itsuki’s cheek once, twice before blowing a raspberry and she squeals. “Alright,” you place your hands on your hips. “You two go have fun. Tell Daddy all the names you gave the whale sharks, okay?”

You think that’s that until Itsuki innocently asks, “where’s Daddy’s kiss, Mommy?” You blink once. Maybe you misheard- “You’re supposed to give both of us goodbye kisses, aren’t you?” Apparently you haven’t.

“I think Daddy’s too old for goodbye kisses, Itsuki.”

Itsuki squints, unsatisfied with your answer, “but Grandma always kisses Granny and they’re ancient.”

Why do your parents have to have a long lasting and fulfilling love life?

You and Satoru share an awkward smile as you both wonder what either of you can do to get out of this situation. Kissing Satoru used to be as easy as breathing. He’s always been the more affectionate of the two of you and it rubbed off on you some time during your university days. But you’re not in university anymore and your relationship has most definitely changed since then.

Still with bated breath, you gesture for Satoru to bring his head low enough for you to kiss his forehead, “there. Now both of you go have fun.”

If you think you see Satoru’s expression dim, he’s all smiles the moment you blink. “Try not to be jealous when you see us feeding the stingrays, [First].” He’s gone before you can tease you’re the one of the employees that help with that.

Once a maelstrom, always a maelstrom.

You love your place of work, it always has a familiar noisy sort of peaceful bathed in the light of blue decorated in corals, pinks and purples. Aquariums have a special magic to them. You fell in love with the sea when you were young and never fell out. The magic somehow is renewed every time you clock in, even on the most trying days.

How can you not when you see the dozens of people that stop by with the same love?

How can you not when you see dozens of people that stop by and fall in love with it for the first time?

“Hi, Mommy!” You hear Itsuki call from a distance. You wonder how she can even see you when you look up and see she’s on Satoru’s shoulders. It’s so natural, the two of them together. She’s wearing his sunglasses, if you can really say that. They keep sliding off her face but she holds onto them resolutely and Satoru is smiling widely in front of the tank full of black tip reef sharks, whale sharks and dozens of other fish in between.

You don’t know how your heart can fill with even more affection than you thought possible but it does. “Hi, baby,” you wave back. “I love you!”

“I love you too!” I have to enjoy that before she gets old enough to start thinking she’s too cool to tell her mom I love you. You know Satoru should too when you see her lean over to plant her father an awkward kiss on his head. You can’t hear what she tells him but you can guess she must be saying she loves him. Even from his profile, you can tell Satoru is saying he loves her back from how adoringly he looks up at her.

You see Itsuki giggling and saying something else you can’t hear, looking down at her father in earnest.

Whatever it is she says, Satoru looks over at you with eyes that are wide and somehow reflect all of the blue from tank lights. Despite how it makes your heart twist, you give him another small wave. When he doesn’t wave back, you wonder what it is your daughter could have said that had him in such a stupor.

Whatever he says to Itsuki, his eyes stay on you while he says it.

vi. nearshore

“Do you still like the same brand of honey or no?” You call over your shoulder from the kitchen.

It’s unusually quiet in your apartment since Itsuki is at your parents’ house for the weekend. You only realized you’d forgotten to tell your co-parent when he showed up at your house with sweets in hand. “What Itsuki doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” you told him with a snicker when you invited him inside to eat them. 

“Satoru?” You call out again.

No response.

You turn off the eye your kettle is on and look out into the living room. He’s right where you left him. “Hey,” you sit on the ottoman in front of him. He blinks in surprise when he sees your hand waving in front of face. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Satoru smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Let me rephrase that question,” you start anew. “What’s wrong? Come on now,” you grin crookedly. “You’ve always sucked at pretending to be okay in front of me.”

Satoru’s smile falters for a heartbeat, “yeah?”

“Yes, Mr. Bravado,” Satoru might have been an expert at fooling others, but you know him. He was the guy who never took notes but passed every test because he worked his ass off in the background. The type who’d act oblivious but you realize halfway through a meal that the reason he took you is because he noticed you’d been feeling down lately. It’s one of the things you love about him. “So come out with it, fess up.”

One, two, three seconds pass before Satoru finally cracks.

“I’m mad. More at myself than anything.” Before you can reply, Satoru opens his mouth again but it feels more like he's talking to himself. “I shouldn’t be upset anymore, right? We made up.” Satoru runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. “We made up,” he says again. “I shouldn’t still be mad about anything. Things have been going great.”

Satoru finally falls silent and he looks tired. You hate you’re the reason for it. “It’s okay to still be mad about Itsuki. I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I… I’d take it back if I could. I know that doesn’t mean anything after five years but I mean it. Even if I was scared I should have told you. I just- I don’t know, it had gotten into me. I was thinking how you couldn’t commitー”

“You thought I was non-committal?” Satoru raises an eyebrow and he looks hurt by your revelation.

“Satoru, you have never been in a relationship with anyone throughout the time I’ve known you,” you rub your finger and thumb together nervously. Five years later is as good as any time to have a conversation you should have had long ago. “You were scared when I asked what our relationship was, remember?”

“I didn’t know what the right answer was,” Satoru argues with his hands raised. “I thought you were tired of our friends always talking about us being a couple.”

“You were relieved when I said that-” you stammer over your words thoughts going much faster than your mouth could. You remember the tormented days of unrequited affection quite clearly. If there was someone who avoided romantic relationships like the plague, it was Satoru. He was a flirt, relished in the attention he received for his well-known good looks. Regardless, he’d never committed to anyone. “You said fucking someone else was a non-issue! For all I knew you were sleeping with someone else, it wasn’t like we were-”

“It was a non-issue if it meant you weren’t going to take off and start avoiding me!” Satoru snaps like you’ve grown a second head. Maybe you did judging by how he looks at you incredulously. Your mouth closes, unsure what to say next and Satoru looks away with a scoff. “It’s the other way around,” he mutters so soft you almost didn’t catch it. “you were the non-committal one.”

“Excuse me?” It’s your turn to look at Satoru like his body has magically sprung additional body parts. When he doesn’t immediately say anything, you double down. “Satoru, you don’t get to say that and then turn around and not elaborate on it.”

“You know, the first day we met, Suguru told me that I acted like the sun shined out of your ass,” Satoru says much to your confusion. But he went on, lost in his memories, “it might as well have, I thought you were so cool. I wanted you in my life so bad from pretty much the moment you said I doomed myself. I didn’t care what happened next in my life as long as you were there for it.

“But you left me,” Satoru croaks with a smile, crystal blue eyes dark and empty. “You left me.” The way he says it breaks your heart. “I’m so gone for you. I’ve always been gone for you. I just didn’t want to see it. Somehow I always knew you’d leave.” He laughs, cold and humorless and completely lost. “And you did.

“You could be right there with me and then suddenly be so far away. It always felt like you would just up and leave one day. You and Utahime always talked about intuition and trusting it. I guess mine was saying from early on ‘this girl is gonna break your heart one day, don’t fall in love with her.’”

“I knew it when you got those far away looks in your eyes. I knew it when I woke up that first morning alone. I knew it when you didn’t say you’d see me later. And just like that you were gone on that ghost ship. You left and didn’t even tell me you were going. Do you know how much that fucking hurt? I wait outside for hours and your neighbor’s the one who tells me you’re gone. I may have purposely lied to myself about how I felt but I never slept with anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else. I was the one who kept reaching out, you never reached back.

Itsuki’s the second tier on the cake and the rest of the frosting. You’ve been gone on that ghost ship for five years and when I finally catch up, I still feel like I’m drowning.”

“... I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I didn’t know.”

“I know. That’s almost the worst part. Guess I didn't wear my heart on my sleeve as much as you thought.”

.

.

.

“It was the week after our second year midterms,” you recall when you were six years younger and the biggest problem you had in life was a professor was out to get you. Midterms had finally passed and you were on a victorious emotional high after finishing your last exam. At least until some asshole who should have covered their mouth coughed and you were coughing by the end of the day. “I got a cold and just so I could breathe better when I slept, you let me lay on you on the couch the whole time even though you ended up getting sick afterwards.” 

You’d felt so bad, coughing all the while but Satoru hadn’t let you budge an inch, proudly claiming ‘I don’t get sick, I’m built different so cough away.’ When he got sick days later, he said over coughs, ‘This has nothing to do with when you were sick. This is from Suguru.’ “That was when I realized that I’d been stupidly in love with you ever since I met you.”

Gojou Satoru has been called many things throughout your years of knowing him. But for you, the fall child has always been easy to love. He was made for it. “You were a pain in the ass but you were my pain in the ass. I never wanted it any other way.”

“Stop being mean to me,” Satoru leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder just as you wrap your arms around his back. “Don’t you know who you’re being mean to when you’re being an ass?”

You laugh weakly, “the guy I’m still gone for?” When you hear a sniffle in the corner of your neck, you tighten your grip.

"Don't go away this time," Satoru hugs back.

vii. ocean deep, seafoam soft

Satoru finds himself in your bed again for the first time in years.

“I confess my love to you and you try to kill me, I'm hurt.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby, I didn’t even know it was there,” you chuckle fondly after the two of you stumble into your bed after nearly tripping on a stray toy on your floor. Satoru loves that laugh. He loves how you look up at him with all the adoration in the world. “Remember that time we forgot that textbook was on your bed?”

“Please don’t remind me, my back hurts just remembering it,” Satoru whines but laughter escapes him despite his apparent trauma. It wasn’t one of your best moments during your shared years of sexual escapades in college. You pull him down kiss his lips tenderly and he practically moans, relishing the feeling. No more forehead kisses, he wants to tell you. You did that a lot before you left. 

"I love you," Satoru whispers in awe at the words falling out of his own mouth. In awe at the fact you’re even there with him at that moment. “I love you.”

Your hands cup his face like he's something precious and you thumbs away the tears pooling in his eyes despite the ones in your own, "I love you too.”

Satoru’s had sex with you more times than he can count. 

He memorized everything, refused to forget a single detail. It feels like the first time all over again.

The way one set of your fingernails dig into his back while he envelopes your other hand with one of his own. How your fingers intertwined tightly. How amazing you feel squeezing around him tightly. The speed of your pulse as he peppers your throat with kisses and soft nips. The ache between his legs as he rolls his hips into you gently yet persistently, chasing his high but wanting it to last long beyond the confines of this singular moment. 

It’s not just this one moment anymore though. “[First],” Satoru squeezes your hand tighter. “[First].”

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Don’t leave me this time, Satoru gasps like a man starved for air before kissing you again desperately. Stay.

(When Satoru wakes up the next morning to you in his arms and playing with his hair at the base of his neck, he feels like could cry. He nestles into your chest with a tired grin, “morning.”)

viii. anchor

Gojou Itsuki, that’s the name staring back at him.

Satoru loves when it’s his birthday. Until Itsuki was born it was arguably the best day in the universe. The importance of birthdays tends to titter on the rope of priorities, but it’s the one day of the year when the people important to him would pop up to say ‘hi’. Even people from the past. An old teacher he used to drive crazy but always said he thought Satoru had a lot of potential.

His mom still sent him a birthday text even if most of their exchanges are dry the rest of the year.

Even his students will tip in to get him a card and some sort of celebratory gift on December 7th.

December 7th lost a bit of its shine when you exited from his life. With you and Itsuki both in it, it shines tenfold.

It’s just the light is too blinding when Satoru takes out his last present of a plain envelope and he sees Gojou Itsuki written in bold and clear text.

Gojou Itsuki

Father: Gojou Satoru

v. sea state private ver.

"Daddy, do you love Mommy too?"

"Yeah. Daddy loves Mommy."

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #baby daddy gojou au

[magicalmousey]

🎫 here's a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other self shippers (optional) !

Thank you! I think that I'll take this chance to gush about my Mer! TFP StarJayce AU!

Okay, so, I certainly haven't figured out everything yet, but the AU takes place after the Great Merformers War. Starscream is a rogue, and Jayce is a marine mammalogist on an island engaging in fieldwork.

TFP Jayce is more like herself in this universe, mostly because of the lack of trauma. She can be happier and more gentle towards Starscream a lot sooner!

Jayce has a fear of surfing, however. When she was a teenager, one of her sisters almost drowned from it. As an adult, she is much more nervous about surfing (and swimming in general), but maybe Starscream can help her with that.

Oh, and my merbots can transform! I just haven't decided on what they transform into. Ships? Radars? Buoys? Maybe giant versions of the sea animals? All of the above?

I'll figure it out later, I'm sure!

[emilykat-artblog18]

Tillie’s Travels: Far From Port

(chapter 4)

.:: Tug O’ War ::.

Petra looked up at Tillie’s stack and saw that a lot of steam was dispersing from it. Rather concerned, she asked, “Your stack’s smoking up a lot, is your engine overheating?”

Tillie immediately pulled herself to a halt. “Huh, oh that? It’s nothing to worry about Petra, whenever us steam tugs move fast, a lot of steam puffs out of our stacks. It’s normal.” Tillie explained.

"Ah, I thought it was smoke! The tugboats around here don't blow smog that much, it’s an… interesting feature you have I suppose."

Petra replied, relieved that nothing was wrong about Tillie but wasn’t sure if she’d get used to it, "Anyways, what are you going to do now that you're fixed up, Tillie?"

Tillie pondered for a moment, "I was thinking of going home but… come to think of it… I have no idea how far my home is. If I go out in the open ocean again I might end up getting lost out there.” As much as she wanted to go back to Bigg City Port she had absolutely no idea how she’d get back.

"Oh… well, where is your home located? I can look it up and then send you directions on how to get there." Petra offered, rather a little disappointed to hear that Tillie wanted to leave so soon.

"I said before that I'm from Bigg City Port, I believe it’s down south from here." Tillie responded.

"Alright, I'll go talk to the HarborMaster." Petra said as her radio signals beeped for communication.

"Hello!" Hank suddenly came over after his first job and wanted to see what the two boats were up to.

"How's it going? I see that Tillie is back in the water from repairs!" He beamed.

"Wanna join me and Theodore in a game of Tug O’ War?!"

"I’m afraid Tillie hasn’t the time to play Tug O’ War, Hank. She’s about to be leaving back to her home soon." Petra explained as she waited for the Harbor Master to respond. Hank was disappointed.

"Aw, so soon? But you haven't seen all of The Big Harbor yet!" Hank whined as he looked towards Tillie.

"Well Hank, Tillie has a place to return to. Besides, it's not like she's leaving forever, maybe she’ll come back and play with you two then." Petra replied as she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"Tug O’ War?" Tillie queried, "Is that a game?"

"It’s a fun game! Ever heard of it?" Hank smiled.

"I’ve never heard of it until now. How do you play it?"

"You just take your tow rope, attach it to the other tug, use a buoy to mark the middle of the rope-me and Theodore usually use Bedford, and then you try to pull the other tug past the buoy! It’s great fun." Hank explained as he puffed rings of smoke from his stack in excitement.

"It does certainly sound like fun, I would like to have a go at it." Tillie cheered enthusiastically.

As much as she wanted to go back to Bigg City Port, Tillie figured she could hang out at the Big Harbor for just a little longer.

“Great, let's go out to Bedford, I can race you there.” And with that, Hank sped away startling Tillie, “Wait for me!” she called and chased after Hank.

Before Petra could stop her, finally the Harbor Master picked up. “Hello? Yes, can you send me directions on how to get to Bigg City Port?”

Meanwhile, Hank and Tillie were racing all the way to Bedford Buoy, Theodore was already there, ready and raring to play Tug O’ War.

Hank and Tillie rushed over to Theodore, he was glad to see them.

“I was wondering if she was able to play with us, what took you guys so long?” asked Theodore, waiting patiently for them.

“Hank was just explaining to me the rules of Tug O War.” replied Tillie feeling very excited about this.

“Ah so you have the jist for how to play Tug O’ war?” Theodore asked,

“I believe it’s about having to tie a towrope on your end, attach it to another tug, look for a marker to spot in the middle and then try to pull past the marker spot to win!” answered Tillie.

“Yup, that’s correct! So shall we play?” Inquired Hank looking to Tillie’s direction

“Let’s play!”

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Theodore. Tillie was very eager to play so she went first to go against Theodore.

Bedford and Hank watched on in anticipation as the two began tying their towropes to each other.

“Are we ready?” shouted Hank

“Ready!” Theodore and Tillie called out.

Hank blew his horn and the two proceeded to pull against each other.

Tillie was taken aback, she wasn’t expecting Theodore to pull so hard but she kept her composure, tugging as hard as she could determined not to lose, “If I can pull barges, this shouldn’t be any different” she thought to herself, Theodore however had nearly pulled her past Benford Buoy.

“Come on Tillie, you can pull harder than that!” Hank cheered on

Tillie’s cheeks were nearly as red as Theodore’s cap as she put on full steam. Tillie huffed and puffed as hard as she could, Hank and Bedford watched on, amazed at how much steam was billowing out of Tillie’s smokestack as she began to pull Theodore back.

Theodore wasn’t giving up however and revved his engines as hard as he could, kicking up smoke from his stack, both tugs were now straining against each other.

Hank was worried as he saw sparks fly from Tillie’s stack.

“Take it easy on her, Theodore” called Hank

“I don’t need a handicap, Hank. I can win on my own.” Tillie wheezed.

“I really think you two should take it down a notch” Hank said worriedly.

Suddenly Tillie and Theodore shot away from each other. A shower of sparks had flown from Tillie’s smokestack causing the towlines between the two to snap.

Both were surprised, Tillie could only feel she had done something terribly wrong.

“What happened?” Hank got closer to see what happened.

“I think my towline broke.” Said Theodore worryingly.

Petra, having heard the snap, rushed over to the scene.

“Theodore, Hank what on earth happened here?” Petra asked.

“Tillie and I were playing Tug O’ War, it was going alright and then my towline snapped.” Theodore explained

“I saw Tillie’s smokestack emit sparks when it happened” Hank added

“I didn’t mean to, this hasn't ever happened to me before…”

“It’s not your fault Tillie,” Petra comforted,

Petra then went over to inspect Theodore’s towline.

“Oh dear… This is bad, Theodore I’m afraid your towline is going to need replacing. We’ll have to tell The Dispatcher about this.” Petra advised

“The Dispatcher?”

“He’s the one in charge of giving us our work orders at our dock.” Hank explained.

“Indeed, Tillie, Hank, I suggest you both come along as well to explain to the Dispatcher about the situation. Although, he won’t be happy about this.” Petra remakered as she led the tugs over to The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock.

Tillie then remembered something, and hooted her whistle to get Petra’s attention. “Petra, wait! Have you gotten any news about how to get home?”

Petra stopped and turned to face Tillie, she had an unsure look on her face and said solemnly “I'll tell you after you, Hank, and Theodore speak with the dispatcher, Tillie, Now we better keep going” responded Petra as she continued leading both tugs to the Dispatcher.

Soon enough they arrived at The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock. Tillie still felt terrible after that accident, she never meant to break Theodore’s towline, she just wanted to play a game for the first time before she left back for Bigg City Port, but even then she was still not sure if she could return.

She wasn’t prepared for what awaited her at the The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock, instead of a megaphone poking out of the building on the dock, the building actually rotated, revealing a face in front of it, this was The Dispatcher.

He looked at Theodore, Hank, Petra and… He paused when he spotted Tillie already noting how vastly different this tug is compared to all the tugboats of this harbor, He knew something’s wrong.

“Petra, what has happened? Who is this new tugboat?” The Dispatcher asked with a serious tone in his voice.

“Dispatcher, This is Tillie. She was swept into the Harbor from the storm last night. She’s from Bigg City Port.”

“I see, any particular reason why you brought her to the dock?” The Dispatcher inquired

“Well you see-” started Hank,

“I… uh burnt part of Theodore’s towline while we were playing Tug O’ War,” Tillie said hesitantly.

The look on the Dispatcher’s face seemed to drop at this, before he could say anything, Theodore decided to cut in, “It wasn’t her fault, Mr. Dispatcher… sir. Honest, I must’ve been pulling too hard and-”

“Say no more, you’re not in trouble, neither are you Tillie,” The Dispatcher said reassuringly.

Tillie and Theodore heaved a sigh of relief at this.

“However,” boomed the Dispatcher, “I’m afraid there aren't any spare tow ropes for Theodore, and with what the storm brought about I needed Theodore’s help immensely.”

“I can do Theodore’s work” Hank offered,

“I had assigned work for you, Emily, George and Foduck already though, Hank. I don't think you’d be able to handle his work on your own,” The Dispatcher said doubtfully.

Tillie then decided to pluck up courage, “I can take Theodore’s place!” Tillie blurted out

All the tugs looked at Tillie; they were all at a loss for words. The Dispatcher then turned to face Tillie.

“What makes you think you can do Theodore’s jobs?” The Dispatcher asked with uncertainty.

“Mister Dispatcher, I’ve done all kinds of work back at Bigg City Port, so I know I’m capable of doing Theodore’s work, and besides… Since I broke his towline, it’s the least I can do to make up for my mistake.” Tillie explained timidly to The Dispatcher.

The Dispatcher thought for a moment, he turned away from the tugboats, when he turned back around, he had made his decision.

“I’ve come to a conclusion, Tillie has my permission to do Theodore's work for the time being while she’s here. However, it'll be under two conditions.”

“What kind of conditions?” Tillie asked curiously

“Firstly, you’ll have to work while being looked after by Foduck, our safety tug of the Big Harbor, since you’re a steam tug I’m afraid you’re considered a fire hazard, if anything catches fire, he’ll be there to put you out. Secondly you’ll be equipped with a radio for if you find yourself in danger you can contact me or one of the pilot boats, and so that we can keep in contact with you. Did you understand all of that?”

“Uh… Y-Yes I understood all of that Mister Dispatcher!”

“Good, also there’s no need to call me mister, Tillie, you can call me The Dispatcher or Sir.”

“Okay Sir!”

“Alright you’re all dismissed for now, Petra, take Tillie to drydock where she can get a radio installed. Hank, resume your usual duties, as for you Theodore, you’re in charge of showing Tillie how to do your work.” The Dispatcher ordered.

Everyone blew their horns in acknowledgement and departed from the The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock.

On their way over to drydock, Tillie asked Petra once again about if she could return back to Bigg City Port, Petra’s answer however wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Tillie… I'm sorry to say this but unfortunately they weren’t able to make contact with your port, I can only imagine that communication services back at your port are down. I’m afraid that your stay here at the Big Harbor may be a long one.”

Tillie wasn’t pleased with the revelation, her eyes began to fill with tears, but she knew she had to make up for her mistake somehow.

“Are you okay Tillie?” Petra asked worriedly.

“I’ll be fine… let’s just… get a move on so I can get to doing Theodore’s work.” Tillie said, trying to sound positive.

“Well if you say so, and I agree, let’s get going.”

And so, Petra and Tillie continued on their way. Tillie however still couldn’t help but feel sad; The storm took her far away from her home all because of her curiosity.

She hoped though that everyone back in Bigg City Port were all okay despite the storm.

[End of Chapter 4]

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#this is tugs #bigg city port #tillietugswitcher #theodore tugboat #tugs oc #sorry this took so long to post cause of college work :P

[baronaliswritingcorner]

Mutual Senses (Octopath Traveler II, Agnea/Hikari)

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Simple and rustic though it may be, the sleepy senses of Cropdale were anything but ordinary. The sweet fragrance of sunflowers and morning glories, wafting about and tickling one’s nostrils. The glistening dew of its prized produce, begging for a taste. The sound of giggling children and yelping dogs, promising another uneventful day. The delicate grass crunching beneath one’s feet, the bountiful earth swelling beneath dirt-caked footwear. The breathtaking sight of its glowing fireflies, dancing their nightly waltz amongst the trees.

All this and more buoyed their stolen moments together – found in the hidden meadow just outside the village. The flowery scent of her hair mixed amid the smell of foreign sands laced within his regal garments. His warm smile beheld in her big blue eyes wide as the sky. The bells of her laughter mingling with the rumbling of his chuckling throat. The strength of his grip clutching close her silk-soft frame.

The taste of each other’s lips, joined together in kiss after kiss.  

It’d become routine, these trysts of theirs. As they regularly stole each other away from their duties -- her, pursuing the glitz and glamour of stardom; him, reigning over a reborn kingdom – they spent these treasured respites doing nothing but indulging upon the other. Talking. Singing. Laughing. Playing. Dancing. Observing. Embracing.

It was all wonderful, simply too much, yet just enough for one dark thought to invade their paradise – stretching across the twilit rays of the setting sun until it grew unavoidable.

“Hikari,” Agnea dared to whisper, “do you think this’ll last forever?”

The fingers threading through auburn locks ceased in their movement, and when they suddenly clutched her head – nestled against his shoulder – did she know he’d thought the same.

But she met his golden eyes then, as firm and arresting as they ever were – melting the worries festering beneath her bubbly exterior, just as they’d done over and over in their journey.  

“It doesn’t matter,” said Hikari, his thumb tracing the soft curve of her bottom lip, “because I have you, Agnea Bristarni.” He leaned down to kiss the shell of her ear. “And you, me.”

“O-oh! Hikari!” giggled Agnea as he continued kissing down her jaw, indulging upon the sweet flavor of her skin.  

In this moment right here, right now, in this secret meadow of theirs, they had as long as they needed – for here, there was only Agnea Bristarni, singing promises of tomorrow as Hikari rested upon her lap; for here, there was only Hikari Ku, the steady heartbeat beating beneath his strong chest that lulled Agnea into still reverie.

Within the confines of calculations and deductions their companions adhered to, “how long could this last” had no logical answer – but as their lips came together, they knew they had their answer.

Because it was love that brought them together; again and again, without fail. Love that persisted even within the rigors of their responsibilities. Love that made promises true in treasured touches, silly sounds, sweet smells, tender tastes and spellbinding sights. Pure, passionate, overflowing, idyllic, perfect love.

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In the interest of upping my writing output, I've embarked on a short-form writing venture that I'm hoping will regularly bear fruit. Took a little too long to materialize for my tastes, but at any rate, you've witnessed the first step of this undertaking.

It's a wonder just how *alive* HD-2D is in spite of itself -- which I suppose is the goal -- so you could say my theme here was illustrating that juxtaposition in written form. (Truth be told, this originally gestated as a bigger idea regarding Agnea and Hikari's respective stations as commoner/royalty -- perhaps that'll come into the world one day?)

I can't promise they'll be as fluffy as this, but here's to more Agkari in the future! #OctopathTraveler2 #AgneaBristarni #HikariKu

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler ii #agnea bristarni #hikari ku #octopath agnea #octopath hikari #hikari x agnea #agnea x hikari #agkari #octopath traveler 2 fanfiction #octopath traveler fanfiction #shortform writing exercise #hikari/agnea #agnea/hikari

[gumnut-logic]

The sensor buoy he threw off the side of their boat sunk into the depths somewhat and sharpened their sensory net to activity underwater including sounds and movement. The holographic interface threw up a three-dimensional display of the water under and around the boat up to a kilometre across.

The aquanaut placed the projector in the middle of the table. “Would you look at that.”

Vigil stared at the somewhat blurry dots and shapes moving across the display. “What?”

Gordon rolled his eyes and, reaching into the hologram, zoomed in on one spot teeming with dots of movement. The middle of the table was suddenly full of a school of large fish.

Virgil shifted back and he wasn’t the only one.

“A little warning next time, bro.” Alan was frowning at Gordon.

“Eh.” And no, their aquanaut did not care, his eyes latched on the fish. “A school of tuna, southern bluefin, in fact. Good to see, though they are at the edge of their range.” He grabbed his tablet and, while four other brothers stared at him, he entered some data, his eyes dancing between the two displays.

Virgil couldn’t help but smile. Scott caught his eye and did the same. Virgil’s smile became a grin.

Gordon didn’t notice. His fingers darted into the hologram again and minimised the tuna only to bring up another school of fish on the other side of the display. More notes were made on the tablet.

The silence around the table was profound. Even John had a small smile on his face as he watched Gordon.

A dark shape moved amongst the fish. It was much larger and it wasn’t until it slid into the centre of the school that it became clear exactly what it was.

“Wow.” Alan voiced the awe for all of them. Well, except Gordon who was still staring at the fish.

Virgil resisted the urge to reach out and touch the hologram of the shark cruising through scattering fish. He wasn’t sure what type it was, but it was big.

A moment later Gordon realised they were all staring. A glance at the shark and he punched at his tablet. “Bonus! She’s tagged!” Another stab or two. “Hilda? Oh my god, it’s Hilda.”

Hilda?

“Who’s Hilda?” Virgil asked the question, but Gordon was absorbed in what he was doing.

“I did not expect to find her this far south.”

“You know this shark?” Alan’s voice was small.

“What? Oh, yeah, Hilda likes to feed in our lagoon.”

“What?” Scott’s deeper voice cut through the stunned silence. “That shark was in our lagoon?”

Gordon blinked up at him. “Well, yeah, how do you think I tagged her? Been following her movements for the last two years. She loves some of the smaller fish that feed in the coral reefs. She can’t quite fit into all of them, but she enjoys herself in any case. Caught herself a couple of seabirds from the colony on Mateo a few months back. It was awesome.” Not once did his eyes leave the display and the shark swimming across their dinner table.

“I am never going swimming again.” Alan’s voice was tiny.

Gordon finally looked up and his eyebrows shot up. “Hey, she’s cool. You lot aren’t tasty enough anyway.”

Scott sighed and dropped his head into his hand. “Why do I bother?”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #science!gordon #nuttyfic reblog #First appearance of Hilda

[white-poppie]

𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚

Haikyuu boys and their sins in a relationship

𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

He is desperate and greedy, he needs to be at the top, to the point he neglects everything, but his goal.

You feel like you are are unwated, a diversion and a source of mere entertainment, you know it, yet you wait and watch to see when he will go ahead and shatter your heart.

It is him only who breaks it to you saying that you are a distraction for him and that he cannot waste his goals on someone like you.

"Unlike you I have a goal and you are doing nothing, but distracting me away from it, it would be best if you leave."

He is at the top now, but why is he looking down to find you then?

Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Ushijima , Osamu, Atsumu, Kuroo, Goshiki, Sakusa

𝐆𝐮𝐥𝐚

He is so held up in other things. The details, the minuteness. He will know the number of leaves in a bonsai tree but never remember your hair colour.

Its overwhelming, gawking, you need to escape but those few words of kindness have wrapped you in a web.

"What its your brthday today? I never knew that...what...you are saying you told me a million times, but I wasn't paying attention? Come on now, that can't be true, if it were I would have sensed it from miles away."

Then why was he surprised to see your belongings gone one day when he could have sensed it from miles away?

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Aran, Kenma, Yamamoto, Konoha, Daishou, Terushima

𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚

Come on now. Did you really even hope that he could control himself?

You try to gather the crumbling bits of your dignity, not show any emotion.

He screams at you to react, almost looking guilty with tears staining his waterline. He begs you to cry, he pleads you to shout, he requests you to hit him.

You do none of that, you can't give him the satisfaction that would perpetually serve as a reason that "yes this is why I cheated upon my s/o, who deserved so much better."

Oikawa, Kuroo, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Terushima

𝐈𝐫𝐚

He is blind, by rage and anger. Thrashing his emotions, throwing things around. He doesn't notice the tremble in your voice, the fear in your eyes. He is boiling like a kettle.

You are trembling, shaking, he has you cornered. Too close, far too close for your comfort and you are scared.

"Stop! I am scared! Don't come near!" you cry out.

That seems to have snapped him out of daze, but then he notices the position. You are crouching on the floor, curled in a ball, whimpering and babbling.

He swears he can feel his heart being ripped into two. He moves far away. Knowing that once you calm down he would shower you in love, but he doesn't trust himself around you anymore.

Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Osamu, Tendou, Ushijima, Tanaka, Sugawara, Lev, Sakusa, Bokuto, Terushima, Kyotani, Semi, Daishou

𝐀𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚

He doesn't make any efforts to maintain the relationship. He s absent most of the time, sending half hearted messages.

Almost as if he is pained to be in your presence.

You are the only one who is making efforts to hold onto the drifting buoy of your love and sometime you wonder if it is even worth it all

Daichi, Akaashi, Kenma, Sakusa, Asahi, Aone, Kyotani, Yaku, Kunimi, Daishou, Suna

𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚

They are always degrading you and comparing you to the s/o of their friends.

You make him a portrait? Oh, that's nice, but did you know that their s/o made a whole cake and organized a party for them?

Do you do anything they don't like? Oh, their s/o would never do anything like that.

It is an onesided match on invalidating your feelings and he knows that he has lost, the day he sees you breakdown.

Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Tendou, Goshiki, Hinata, Sakusa, Atsumu, Terushima, Yaku, Yamaguchi, Semi, Daishou, Suna

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐚

Pride. Pride.Pride. His pride is more than anything. He is egoistic and narrcistical. Think of it as his way of asserting dominance.

His pride has a certain rules and you do anything against, oh boy you are in great trouble. He will point out your deepest insecurities. Stab.Stab.Stab.

Does it hurt him when you leave? Yes. Will he do the same if you come back? Also yes.

His pride is his life, he is nothing without it. You are a pawn, a mere pawn.

Kageyama, Oikawa, Ushijima, Kuroo, Sakusa, Atsumu, Osamu, Tsukishima, Aone, Terushima, Kyotani, Suna

A/n: It was so difficult to add: Sugawara, Daichi, Hinata, Yamaguchi Lev, Bokuto and Akaashi into categories TwT. They are Good bois :((

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amc iwtv ep 3 w/ K&Y (post parade 2 in 1!)

- lestat reading the 1910s equiv of wikipedia (times picayune) history of jackson square fanned tf out v. louis saying do it mention how theyd take runaway slaves head off n hang them on pikes? the true history of slavery preserved outside the ivory tower thru lineage (cuz 1910s historians wasnt talmbout it!) + foreshadowing what louis gone do to alderman fenwick :3

- were we put on the earth for a larger purpose? v. lestat saying well, im the one who put you on this earth. okay daddy???!….

- got it off ur shelf — lestat argues w ppl w/o watching the game & only watches the boxscores

- THE ANGEL OF SALVATION PASSING OVER US. LETROLL. shes so floored at lestat’s power & is joked out at their every snarky rude comment ….

- LOUIS U KILLED MY MEOW MEOW… LOUIS WHY DO U KILL CUTE FLUFFY ANIMALS…

- WE WORLDWIDEEEE (being discussed in atlanta🪦🪦)

- morality to buoy ur existence.. antoinette being introduced as lestat becomes dilussioned w louis veganist ways.. a woman louis hired to sing, the snake singing an aria of fun, the artiste to lestat’s artist ways as louis plays a bird refusing to fly.. and/or louis aint puttin out no more? whats really tea Og… mad ya wife aint puttin out mmtch. louis de pointe du lac the dark prince of iberville. bodied my idol💔

- 2022!Louis going awwwww lestat invented music🥰 but seething inside cuz its when he met his side bitch.. his killing is secret away from me now (but hes also getting play elsewhere… wow). juxtaposed w lestat destroying the self esteem of & torturing the italian tenor this is hilarious…. think i said sum semi-profound on it a month or 2 ago but icb😂✌🏾

- bitter ex 1973 louis is taking me. i love how his accent is slightly different: very generic california vocal fry in the 70s vs. the selective inflection of his natural accent when he in his feelings , self hypnotizing as JA says it, in the 2020s. my unpopular opinion is that there is no contradiction yes theres obviously 2 diff stories being told but its NOT A contradiction here me aht – memory is a sacred meat drying all the time. it always changes as the person grows. how i remembered sum at 11 not the same i remember it at REDACTED years old today, much less how ill remember my relationships w current / recent lovers when im even older. resenting how much u love the one who taught u how to love. feeling like a victim w no recourse is a heavy , very unsupported socially rejected burden to carry in our lifespans….u can imagine this constant flux of perspective , the love of ur maker who destroyed & created u to live a near eternity with. vampires r created out of trauma (not quoted in this ep but quoted later) so its also a meta commentary for how trauma alters memories. this is the odyssey of recollection. was it raining? lestat’s boots were muddy bc of the lack of paved streets u say. or was he watching u get head n seething at ur hearts in sync w/ a human of lover’s past, as his and antoientte’s hearts were comically offbeat from eachother? was meeting jonah some unknown decades later, being called a walking devil by him, drive further resentment coloring his past with lestat when daniel first interviewed him? what is recollection for an immortal being, if not throwing a mere ripple in time’s ocean and watching the wave effects?

- 1917 was a year rigged to burn. oh boy was it

- I do everything for Louis girlll im damn near boutta fuck u on this couch to get his attention . this is like elite levels of toxicity here. why not a chord? why not a cluster? lestat was tryna fuck boffem 😭😭😭See this why louis is a bougie creole bitty tryna keep the illusion of undeclared marriage w his progenitor over his pride. cuz if he was where im from he woulda at the very least set up the demise of ms. antoinette!

- “CHEATER! BUT I BET IF HE STARTED CHEATING U A HAD PROBLEMS” how is she predicting the episode already

- While the domestic front simmered on diet and sanctioned infidelity… Never change at all 2022!louis ur smartass mouth is everything.

- Louis winning the card game .. he can read minds na…

- AINT U GOOD AT NOTICING WHATS PLAIN BODIED MY IDOL JONAH.. louis askin WHERE U BEEN JONAH 😉❓. another perfect accent moment. & i love jonah’s accent too like its cute. it does whats needed here

- Girl hes laying it on thick like hello louis de pointe du lac n da art of macking. Aint age a day since i seen u last being a black vampire gotta be easy just say its MELATONIN…. also Jonah asking about the current bf likeee hello. how ur new dic treatin u. I think We made a fujo out sis here

- “No dont justify it baby girl u getting ur lick back” I LOVE HER OPINION HELLOOOOO.

- THERE HE IS…. THERE. HE. IS. the devil walks at night.. mrs. florence homophobia vindicated by the 1 in a kajillion chance her son was also turned into a vampire.

- “After Louis had the worst night on earth, here come this bozo [Lestat]” shes rly a louis martyr omd😭😭😭😭

- She seen lestat control all the soldiers & say “wow maybe i do wanna be a vampire”. Also she noticed his ears bleeding out after making all them leave👀 lemme find out lestat was tryna munch on some wwi soldiers & took a likkle breaky break b4hand

- “Hmpf..this tedious Negro clinging onto his Creole heritage like a liferaft” “Maybe Tom is right: Louis just a dumb pimp who got robbed blind years ago.” “That’s a ‘sir’ for you!” “THUGGISH BEHAVIOR” “Accept your place in the world…Sodomite townhouse… I am the sun” & this is why alderman fenwick needed to die be blessed!! 🥰 . Finn o’shea tricked ur ass louis his ppl turned white off ur back ..

- This is Louis’s hobby, not mine LESTAT way to sound like a condescending husband here lol

- When your mother see the devil in your eyes… that’s a hard assessment to hedge against …

- Lestat dont get its not sm bout the money but its bout the power. what it means to be a black man in power on the margins.

- Bricktop saying the colored only sign was a stupid fuckin business plan LMAOOO she knows.

- I was what- I was manic… 2022!Louis perfect mix of self awareness v. self delusion . the loss of his creole status here coupled w everything else. born inhuman off the pyres of ur former racialization

- “DA JEWISH MAN GET IT” @ Daniel saying take a Black man in america make him a vampire N FUCK W IT 😭😭😭obsessed w her assigning him jewish at first watch

- “PUT DAT WHITE BOY INA TORTURE RACK!” shes got it man.

- Top 5 louis cut throat committy moments here why is ur heart beating so fast :3 psychologically& physically gores consumes u & hangs ur corpse up top the cathedral. This moment being louis embracing hes a vampire to smite the face of white supremacy.. wow. louis turning into the princess of pan africanism talmbout mah pipo like ok man👍🏾then tellin lestot thats why you always gone be alone like oh my word

- “THEY BEEN GENTRIFYING OUR CITY FOREVER!” TELL EM !!!

- the garish display of his body … was that also ‘for your people’? UHH YES LESTAT DATS WHAT WHITE FOLK USED TO DO (STILL DO TO) NIGGAS LIKE IN REAL LIFE HISTORY BIG BRO…

- “THIS SICKO!” at lestat wanting to make this day his anniversary LOLL

- I could not save the Azalea. I could not save Storyville. I could not save the aunt on the wrong side of the wall, but I could save her…My light. My Claudia. My redemption. (contrast this view of claudia to lestat seeing her as his dark child.. generational cycles being broken (or formed anew) and new cycles of horror being started in the domestic)

- she said A+ this a good episode

#yn. #iwtv #iwtv with K&Y

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Of Pawns and Players Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Evaluating the Board

            Sukuna wasn’t sure what he had expected from Ren outside of blood and tears and death, but it certainly wasn’t this. It wasn’t the vibrant woman who stood before him with fiery red-orange hair and jade green eyes, a stark contrast to the blank and monotone appearance of the Gojo compound. It wasn’t someone who gazed without fear at him. If it wasn’t so irritating, he’d be impressed with how she acted so casual.

            Instead of fleeing from the King of Curses (with his tattoos and sharp nails, it was obvious who he was), Ren simply went about her business. She pulled the final pins from her flaming hair, letting it cascade around her shoulders, as she spoke. “I must admit, I wasn’t expecting the King of Curses, but I’m not displeased.”

            “Your death stands before you, and you’re ‘not displeased?’ ” Sukuna wasn’t sure whether to be angry at her impertinence or annoyed at her indifference. “You’re more senseless than the common human.”

            “No, I’m simply pragmatic.” Ren turned to the mirror began braiding her hair, going about her night even if she was going to die soon. She glanced at him in the reflection. “I’m not afraid of the truth—I cannot win against you. I merely accept that fact.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “So go ahead. Kill me. You must be anxious to horrify the Gojo Clan, and as I’ve said, I cannot evade my death.

            Sukuna grabbed her by the throat and pushed her into the vanity. The mirror cracked from the force. Each shard reflected Sukuna’s face, demonstrating a hint of his true form. “While I shall revel in your death, do not presume to order me around.”

            “If I—” Ren coughed and tried to clear her throat “—was to order you around, I would make you wait.”

            Sukuna sneered at her. “All that talk of accepting your pathetic fate, yet you desire more time to live. Pathetic.”

            Ren grabbed his wrist and looked into his eyes. Her green irises blazed with red-hot determination. “I want the Gojo Clan to be humiliated at the apex of prestige. I want them to nearly have what they desire and then lose it all.”

            “I believe that is precisely what I’m accomplishing.” Sukuna smirked, though somewhat impressed at the bloodlust and resolve in her eyes. “But—” He loosened his grip on her neck and let her sit properly on her vanity “—I shall allow you a moment to defend your irritating position. Try to prove you truly have a grander plan than I. And when you fail—” He idly picked up a mirror shard before stabbing it into the counter. Sukuna’s scarlet eyes pierced Ren’s. “—it will be all the more satisfying when I gut you after.”

            Ren raised an eyebrow. “You’re allowing me to speak?”

            Sukuna grinned sadistically. “I like to play with my food. Entertainment is so hard to come by.”

            Ren sighed. “It’s simple. To make a statement, you have to strike when they least expect it—the wedding.”

            That got Sukuna’s attention. “The wedding?”

            Ren nodded and sneered to herself. “Kami, I can almost imagine the looks on their faces. Their massive egos buoyed by the prospect of more power in their clan, and then, right as I’m about to accept that moron as my husband…I die.” Her face returned to a calm façade, and she glanced at Sukuna. “I planned my death that day no matter if a curse or enemy of the Gojo Clan killed me first. But after you, the King of Curses, came, I had hope for really humiliating the Gojo Clan.”

            “Oh, you poor thing,” Sukuna said sarcastically. “Unfortunately, I’ve already decided how you’ll die.” He picked up another mirror shard. “Now, by my hand.” He pressed the piece into Ren’s stomach, drawing blood ever so slowly.

            Ren betrayed no emotion. She had already accepted her fate, pain would not change that. In fact, she was satisfied at the idea of an agonizing death. It meant the scene would be oh-so horrifying for the Okadas and Gojos when they found her body. And that’s what Ren wanted: for them to suffer.

            A knock sounded at the dor. “Okada-san? I have your washing,” said the polite voice of a servant.

            Sukuna’s watched Ren’s reaction carefully. He didn’t completely believe she had resigned herself to death. Now was a perfect moment to test her resolve. She could scream for help (and then die instantly) and be shown for the true, fearful human she was, or she would stick to her plan.

            Ren looked calmly into his eyes. “I can get them to leave if you’d prefer a family member find me dead first. Then you can kill me.”

            Sukuna had his answer. And if he had to be honest, he was impressed and appeased by the result. He would get around to killing Ren, but for now, she proved an interesting distraction. Especially since Sukuna wouldn’t have to worry about his prey trying to run. Ren would not be backing down.

            Ren also read him easily. She smirked a she read the minute changes in his expression, the subtle shift of his wrist from choking her to death to holding her in place. To an observer, it would seem Mastermind gave her this information. That was not the truth. Mastermind was a technique for battle. Admittedly, this was a battle of minds, but it was not something Ren needed Mastermind for. She could handle herself perfectly well.

            “I’ll get them to go, then,” said Ren, still smirking.

            “Give any hint to what’s happening, and I kill you on the spot,” said Sukuna. Still, he let go.

            Ren allowed herself a short chuckle. “I believe I’ve made my position on that perfectly clear, oh King of Curses.” Sukuna rolled his eyes and tched as Ren stepped out of the washroom to answer the door.

            Ren opened the door and smiled serenely. “Thank you for coming. I’ll take the washing, please.”

            “Oh, no, my lady, I shall take it in for you,” insisted the servant.

            Ren frowned. “But I am so very tired.” She smiled patiently and put a hand on her heart. “Can I take it in so then I may rest?’

            Well, the servant couldn’t disobey when the next lady of the house was asking them to do something. “Of course, Okada-san.” They handed over the gowns.

            “Thank you.” Ren closed the door and “didn’t hear” the click of the lock as the guard trapped her in again. Sukuna probably managed to unlock it earlier, but the foolish guard is oblivious to anyone being here. I hope here spends the night thinking “What could have happened to me if someone found out I left Gojo Takeshi’s fiancée’s door unlocked against the Gojos’ orders?” Bastards deserve a scare or two.

            Ren entered her bathroom again. “Handled,” she said to Sukuna.

            “Playing the part of innocent, naïve fiancée?” he sneered.

            “It will be all the more rewarding when they suffer for believing it,” she answered, strolling by him and placing the clothing onto her vanity. Ren straightened and looked at Sukuna attentively. “So what’s your plan now?”

            Sukuna scoffed. “What makes you think it’s changed?”

            “You’re not killing me tonight, that much is obvious,” said Ren plainly. She liked Sukuna’s annoyance at her being right. “So what will it be? Tomorrow? The day after? The wedding?”

            “Again, I do not take orders from a human,” said Sukuna. “I’ll kill you when I please.”

            “But you do not please tonight.”

            Sukuna tched and began walking towards the door. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. His eyes gleamed sadistically. “I will spill your blood.”

            “I look forward to it.” A day or more, he will prove interesting. And there is nothing I like more than something interesting.

            I wonder what fun I will have with this one before I slaughter her. Should prove much more stimulating than the usual fools.

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Pursuit

We're about an hour into the pursuit, and only two of the ten people onboard the Flotilla Vessel Sunken City have managed to fall asleep yet.

The rest are doing something called "the search procedure" -- standing on the port bow, as if they can see their destination coming up through the murk -- and they are all talking among themselves about how this is the third time they've done this route in their entire life, and they're really getting tired of doing it, why is there this obstacle course -- oh, of course, it's just because we had to build all these boats, we couldn't afford to have them sit idle on the shore forever... we've been saying for years that we should replace all the boats, with new ones, and it's getting worse with each new model, and all the old boats break down on the shore in the winter, but what are you going to do, have a fleet of boats go obsolete after one season... why is this happening to us, why are we always running into problems, why can't the shipbuilders ever do anything right -- oh yeah, because they've been getting paid more for the new boats than for the old --

A few people have started doing exercises, and they're all thinking the same things: it's really hard to imagine that anyone ever did this before, it's not a thing you could ever do in real life. It's harder to imagine than imagining a future like this now, after we already have this.

One guy is telling everyone about how this is his fifth chase in his whole life.

"It was a lot harder back then," he says, "I mean, I think it was about eight years back then." He sighs. "Not that I was having any trouble back then -- " he pauses to smile at someone off in the distance -- "oh, you know." He pauses again. "But this is a lot less fun than the first one, I mean, I guess we're about as far away from our destination as we were the first time. We should've just gone home then, we could have gotten there on one ship, this is so difficult, I'm bored... but if you think of the last one as 'fun' for a time, you realize how much fun it could've been... I mean, you could've made it to the city with a third of your people on a few days, instead of just... we're making progress." He waves with his arms, which is more or less what a chase is.

"What about you?" someone else asks. "How many chases have you been on?"

He smiles again, and takes a step or two forward, then pauses to think about it.

"I think I'd say five or six," he replies. "It was a bit less of a time crunch back then."

Someone else asks, "Hey, you said you had your fourth just yesterday!"

He nods. "Yup. Yeah, I guess you can say that."

As we pass the next buoy, it says "3 MILES."

"This is going to be a long chase, isn't it," one of my co-pilots says from the other side of the room.

"Oh, yeah," I say.

He glances back, and I realize he's looking at me like he knows I'm the one who sent the text. He turns his head again, looking out at the murk.

He looks nervous.

I think about his reaction. I haven't felt nervous or anxious since I woke up on the bottom. I wonder why he's feeling that way. I wonder if I could somehow get my thoughts into his head, and tell him things I want. I wonder if there's some way I could get closer, and ask him what he's feeling, and if I could somehow do something... but the distance of the floor is too great, and it's too hard to imagine what a person looks like from that distance, and anyway it would take too long.

"How old were you back then?" one of the people behind me, a new guy, asks.

He doesn't respond right away.

"I don't think I remember," he says slowly. "It wasn't really something I cared about, then."

"Oh, that's a good sign," one of his compatriots says.

"I'd still rather be with my friends back then," he says. "But I guess you could say I had the chance to live for a while, you know? Before the whole thing started."

"The whole thing started?" the new guy says.

"It's always this," he says -- his tone sounds like he's scolding himself. "Why couldn't you just take one of the boats?"

I glance back. The guy's expression is confused and hurt, like he's thinking "this is the same guy who just asked if he had more than two chases... " and I turn my attention to my screens again.

* * *

The ocean here is pretty damn calm I don't know why... why would it even look calm, in this murk? It's not calming, in fact... well, it was calming enough when the City was above it... but we're down here, so it can't be... it's almost as if it doesn't have water in it, just like the City --

"Why is it that way?" someone asks from the back of the room.

It's another new guy who joined us at the buoy. He looks worried.

I've been thinking about this too. I realize we're all staring at our screens. This is really taking a long time. Maybe it's not the right place to try talking about this.

"I don't really know," I say, without looking back at them. "Is it different down here? What's different about this water?"

I hope he looks back. I hope he asks "Did you want to know that?" but I don't care if he does or not.

"It's the bottom," someone says.

"What bottom?" one of my co-pilots, the guy who asked about me in the beginning, says. "What do you mean, the bottom of the ocean?"

"The ocean," one of my crewmates says, "is like a big lake... with bottom. I think you could say the ocean is like a big bathtub. I don't think you could call it that, but I think you could call it a bathtub, and with the City's top, it's like this big lake... with bottom -- "

He pauses to look back. It's the same guy who looked at me when I sent the text, but now his expression is pained, wounded, confused, like he can't imagine a person like me in his head, if he could just get his thoughts into his head, and tell me what I want, and --

This is going to be a long chase.

This is going to be a long chase --

I'm going to be a long co-pilot.

#original fiction

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Poedit Cut/Unused Content: Cap'n Strawbeard

Seems Arthur had an interaction in the pub with Cap'n Strawbeard that didn't make the cut.

Strawbeard vs. the barkeep

001 ARRRR! Innkeep, a flagon of your finest rum for a buccaneer with a thirst as fierce as the Drake Passage.

002 We've got scotch, mate. You owe me five quid.

003 I will happily pay you when my ship comes in.

004 The Flying Dutchman? Maybe you can get one of these fine landlubbers to spot you a bottle.

005 Arrrr.

Arthur initiates conversation:

006 Arrrrr! I be in no mood to chinwag with tea-drinking landlubbers. Go drink your water and be done with ye.

007 Away with ye! I got me own sorrows to drown, and nothin' to drown them with.

008 Take a long walk off a short plank, laddie, unless ye've a mind to spot me a bottle.

009 WILL NO ONE STAND A POOR RETIRED PIRATE TO A BOTTLE?

010 A bottle for my peg-legged friend!

011 Ahhh, that feels better than going down to Davy Crockett's locker!

012 You mean Davy Jones?

013 Don't get all high and mighty with me laddie! When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

014 Let me tell you, laddie, I have sailed the seven seas. Landlubbers fear me and my scurvy pirate crew. We have looted and plundered to the four compass points. Islanders fear my black sails. I have emptied their larders of food, and their chests of sovereigns, and buried it where I will. The sovereigns, obviously. Not the food. That would go bad.

015 Buried treasure, you say?

016 Indeed. But you won't see me boasting about it. Not unless you'd care to spot me another bottle.

017 Of course not. Barkeep? Another bottle for the pirate.

018 Aye. That's better. The dread pirate Strawbeard has scoured the island of the Virgin for all that is worth taking, and buried it out of sight. And the island of King Lud, where once was a great civilization, but now the people huddle in the ruins over camp fires, fearing the night walkers. I have given them food to eat, and for that, they trade me parts. Some of which, I buried. Ye never know.

019 That's awfully Robin Hoodish of you, taking from the fat and giving to the thin.

020 Aye, but ye won't catch me boasting about it. Not unless you'd care to spot me another bottle.

021 Aren't you worried about your liver?

022 How about a little less interrogatin' and a little more hospitality?

023 All right. Barkeep? Another bottle for the Captain.

024 I have been to the island of the Knight. Happy it is by day, but by night, oh, I am the terror of their town, for I descend upon their houses in silence, and make off with all their booty. And I have been to the island where they eat nothing but Eel Pie, and precious little of that. They starve, and dream of home. It is a sad place, and I'd rather not talk about it. And one day, I shall sail to the island of Apples, and sack their proud tall buildings, see if I don't.

025 Eel pie... King Lud ... the Maiden ... Apple Holm. So ... basically, you're a burglar. You rob buildings in Wellington Wells.

026 Arrr! No! I am a pirate!

027 Have you got a boat?

028 Errr... I was in the Navy, back in the day.

029 I don't believe you have treasure.

030 I'll prove it! Look, I'll draw you a map.

031 A map to a map. Oh, well, that there is incontrovertible proof. Who am I to contradict you now! I stand corrected.

032 Don't get snooty with me, lad! I've nothing to prove to you.

033 Oh, me father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light There he slept with a mermaid one fine night. And from this union there came three: A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free O for the life of the rooooolling sea. One night as I was trimmin' of the glim, Humming a tune from the evenin' hymn. A voice from the starboard shouted "Ahoy!" And there was me mother, a-sittin' on a buoy. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free O for the life of the rooooolling sea. "Oh what has become of the children three?" Me mother then, she asked of me. One we exhibited as a talking fish, And one we served in a chafing dish. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free O for the life of the rooooolling sea. Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair. I looked again and me mother wasn't there. But I heard her voice calling back through the night "The devil take the keeper of the Eddystone Light!" Yo ho ho, the wind blows free O for the life of the rooooolling sea.

034 Don't go! I was just getting to the best part!

035 Have ye no appreciation for the art of narrative?

036 Ah, a man can develop a thirst in the salt sea air.

037 If only I could moisten me parched throat, the stories I could tell.

038 I know where there's treasure, and therein lies a tale.

039 See? If you was to go there, ye would find a map to buried piratical treasure.

Answers the question of how he was brave enough to venture out into Lud's Holm in the first place but not enough to rescue Edmund. He's established himself as an ally out there and so Wastrels are not a threat, but that doesn't apply to cultists.

#arthur hastings #cap'n strawbeard #we happy few #poedit #cut/unused content

[omichef]

And O for "OH MY GOD"

This sleek designed well looking handsome buoy will make every one say that, when they see this on your kitchen shelf!

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[jump-for-joy-archive]

Mad Scene from Woolworth's

By Langston Hughes and Charles Leonard.

Characters

WOMAN---poor and bedraggled

FLOORWALKER---very elegant

SETTING: A backdrop painted to represented the interior of a Ten Cent Store with brightly colored counters of assorted merchandise, candy, paper flowers, cosmetics, and a soda fountain. At left is a phone booth.

Act

Act

CURTAIN: The WOMAN wanders in the store and looks around. Sings.

WOMAN

I went down Euclid avenue

With only ten cents to my name,

But when I passed the Ten Cent Store

I thought I'd go in just the same.

I walked up and down between the counters

Where so many pretty things are piled,

And what to buy with that one thin dime

Almost drove me wild:

Now I'm standing in the Ten Cent Store going mad with a dime. If I only had a dollar I could have such a good time. I could buy some peanut brittle and a jigsaw puzzle, too, But I've only got a dime so I don't know what to do. Over there I see some lip sticks, and here I see some lace, And on Counter Number Three there's a hat-frame to fit my face. Back in the hardware section I see a skillet I've been needing, But here in front's some fish food for my goldfish that need feeding,

And over yonder is a rhyming book on how to make songs rhymn----

So I'm standing in the Ten Cent Store going mad with a dime.

Shall I get a frame for pictures---or a picture for the frame? Shall I spend my dime for hairpins---or get a bingo game? Shall I buy a curtain-pole---or shall I buy a curtain? A plaster for my aching back---or for my corn that's hurting? Shall I get some ink for the fountain-pen---or a fountain-pen for the ink?

Get a key chain made of leather---or a key-chain with a link? Shall I get some after dinner mints or wait till after dinner? Get one foot of three inch ribbon---or three feet one inch

thinner?

The struggle is terrific! Oh! I can't make up my mind! So I'm standing in the Ten Cent Store going mad with a dime.

Shall I buy a socket---or should I buy a hammer?

Or get a set of buttons for my old man's pajamas?

Or should I get some cleanex to wipe the baby's nose?

Or buy myself a half a pair of half-silk nose?

Should I get some perfume called Passion After Dark?

Or a leash for Fido when I take him to the park?

Should I eat my dime up in cakes and soda pop----

Or go across the aisle and get a sofa pillow top?

Should I get a monkey on a stick---or a monkey that won't climb

Aw! I'm standing in the Ten Cent Store going mad with a dime!

Shall I buy a box for pencils---or a pencil for the box?

Shall I buy some sox for baby---or a baby for the sox?

Shall I buy some eggs to beat---or a beater for the eggs?

Shall I buy some pegs for dishtowels---or some dishtowels for the pegs?

Shall I buy a porcelain sauce pan or a sauce pan made of tin?

Or shall I buy a piggy bank to put my one dime in?

Shall I buy a glass for the toothbrush---or a toothbrush for the glass?

Buy some paper for the shelves---or some paper for my Spanish class?

If I only had a quarter to buy two things at a time---

But I'm standing in the Ten Cent Store going mad with a dime.

(SPEAKS)

Should I buy a carrot scraper for making salads raw?

Or should I get a corncob pipe to give to my grandpa?

Should I get some toilet soap or some Lux for lingerie?

Odorono for my sister---or some Life Buoy for me?

A strainer for the coffee? Or some catnip for the cat?

A jobot for my mama? Or a rat trap for the rat?

A tie rack? Or a towel rack? Or a fancy bonbon plate?

Or one of them ten cent carpet slippers---and TO HELL WITH THE TEN CENT MATE!!!!!

Should I get a painted turtle named Sid---or one named Hyme? Aw-ow-ooo-oo-o! I'm standing in the Ten Cent Store going nuts with just a dime!

(RAVES)

Miss, gimme a malted milk!

No, make it a cherry coke!

No, wait! Gimme a banana split with hardware sauce!

Wrong! I mean lemon pie with whipped hammers!

Change it! I want a peanut butter bracelet!

No, a rat trap on rye!

Um-huh! Rather have a tin tooth brush!

No, make it a coffee beater!

Wrong! Gimme Listerine with lime!

Aw-oh! I'm standing in the Ten Cent Store going nuts with a dime!

(YELLS)

Yeoh-oooo-ooo-oo-o!

(ENTER THE FLOORWALKER)

FLOORWALKER

What on earth is the matter with you, Madam?

WOMAN

I got a dime.

(MEEKLY SHE HOLDS IT UP)

FLOORWALKER

Why does that call for screaming? Disrupting

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the routine of the store. What's unsual about that?

WOMAN

It's a dime.

FLOORWALKER

Well, perhaps I can help you, Madam. I'm interested in old coins. I used to be a numismatist.

WOMAN

Huh? Is that something else I can buy?

(HE TAKES HER HAND AND LOOKS CLOSER AT THE DIME CLUTCHED THEREIN)

FLOORWALKER

Say, this is unusual. Series G-X-16, year 1871. Why you have a rare coin here, Madam! It may be worth as much as twenty-five dollars---or more.

WOMAN

Huh? How many dimes is that?

FLOORWALKER

That's two hundred and fifty dimes.

WOMAN

Man alive! What I dould buy with all them dimes! A lip stick, a dust pan, some catnip for the cat! A hammer, a hair net, Lux, a frame for a hat. . . . .Mister, where can I find out?

FLOORWALKER

I'd suggest you call up the Federal Reserve Bank. They can advise you.

WOMAN

Where is the phone? Show me, quick.

FLOORWALKER

Right behind you, Madam.

(SHE GOES TOWARD THE PHONE AND STARTS RUMMAGING THROUGH HER EMPTY PURSE. NOTHING.)

WOMAN

Say, Mister, you got two nickles?

FLOORWALKER

I think so.

(IN EXCHANGE FOR TWO NICKLES THE FLOORWALKER TAKES THE DIME AND DISSAPPEARS. EXIT. SHE RUSHES TO THE PHONE AND DROPS A NICKLE. TING!)

WOMAN

OPERATOR, gimme the Federal Reserve Bank. Yes, the bank. This is Cornelia. I'm in a hurry. . . . .Hello! . . . . .Hello! Federal Reserve Bank?. . . . .I got a 1871 serious G-X beat old dime here. How much is it worth? . . . . .Fifty Dollars! Huh?. . . . .Fifty Dollars!

(SHE HANGS UP IN GREAT EXCITEMENT THEN, REMEMBERING HER MANNERS, RUSHES BACK TO PHONE AND YELLS AT IT.)

Thank you!. . . . .Now, what-all I'm gonna buy with that dime! Fifty dollars worth of dimes.

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(SHE LOOKS IN HER HAND AND SEES ONLY A NICKLE. PANIC OVERTAKES HER)

Oh, my Lawd! Where is my dime? My dime! My dime! My dime!

(CUE IN MUSIC FOR LAST LINE OF CHORUS AS SHE SINGS MADLY:)

Aw-oo-ow! I'm in the Ten Cent Store going nuts without a dime!

END

[thewordup]

And each morning and evening they stood before the Lord to sing songs of thanks and praise to him.

– 1 Chronicles 23:30

I will give to the Lord the thanks due to his righteousness, and I will sing praise to the name of the Lord, the Most High.

– Psalm 7:17

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.

– Psalm 95:2

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

– Philippians 4:6

Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.

– 1 Chronicles 16:34

Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.

– Colossians 4:2

In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

– 1 Thessalonians 5:18

The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.

– Psalm 28:7

Oh give thanks to the Lord; call upon his name; make known his deeds among the peoples!

– 1 Chronicles 16:8

Since everything God created is good, we should not reject any of it but receive it with thanks. For we know it is made acceptable by the word of God and prayer.

– 1 Timothy 4:4-5

I wash my hands to declare my innocence. I come to your altar, O Lord, singing a song of thanksgiving and telling of all your wonders.

– Psalm 26:6-7

I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.

– Psalm 69:30

They sang, “Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and strength belong to our God forever and ever! Amen.”

– Revelation 7:12

And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

– Colossians 3:17

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever.

– Psalm 136:1

Enter his gates with thanksgiving; go into his courts with praise. Give thanks to him and praise his name.

– Psalm 100:4

"A thankful heart is one of the primary identifying characteristics of a believer. It stands in stark contrast to pride, selfishness, and worry. And it helps fortify the believer's trust in the Lord and reliance of His provision, even in the toughest times. No matter how choppy the seas become, a believer's heart is buoyed by constant praise and gratefulness to the Lord." –John MacArthur

#Youtube

[tempestainmare]

Christmas Box

Ogni Natale che si rispetti esige un regalo memorabile. "Proprio quello che desideravo". Onesta proprio, odio la vostra usanza Chinonso, lo scarto del regalo seguita da quella stupida frasetta "si può cambiare?". Vi hanno mai spiegato che l'educazione nobiliare esige il "grazie" di cortesia non il cambio di "affare". Regalo cercasi, usanze e buoi dei paesini suoi. Il prezzo. Quei commentini "pensavo pure quanto avevi speso", certo. Il pensiero, non il #cartier. Trovare proprio quello giusto è impresa assai ardua, come l'amore, la felicità, la fame nel mondo. Nel paese di Chinonso, la ricerca comincia esattamente 40 giorni prima della nascita del bambino. Il regalo riciclato, usanza del paesello citato, da abolire no ma si. La mia di madre fa acquisti fino alla data da destinarsi, la data stessa compresa, 24 dicembre, lei #operaia. Vengono riposti tutti in una maxi busta e confezionati dopo l'albero, le luci e la grande fatica dell'addobbo perfetto. Io sarei il trofeo. Quella che "dai facciamolo" e basta. Il tema di quest'anno è ancora inesistente, come L'.

L' scrive: a Natale lavoro.

Ogni regalo che si rispetti esige una busta a tema natalizio, una coccarda del colore a vostra scelta, carta regalo, scotch, biglietto auguri e pendente o adesivo identificativo.

La busta va spillata. Chiusi ermeticamente così da avere la certezza assoluta che nessuno abbia sostituito chi a cosa.

La confezione regalo di solito è a carico del negozio in cui fate l'acquisto. Voi (NOI) avete la "fissa" per il brand, "si deve vedere quanto ho speso". Tutti devono invidiare la mia persona. La busta fa la persona, abito compreso.

Cosa? I regali si scelgono sulla base dei gusti e delle preferenze/ abitudini di chi è destinato a riceverli. TUTTO FALSO. Chinonso babbani sceglie il regalo sulla base di se stesso unico e solo.

La taglia. Ne esiste solo una XS e basta. Come se il manichino di #moschino fosse uguale a quello di #piazzaitalia. Si tratta pur sempre di plastica (opinabile).

Questa mattina sono stata al centro commerciale. Avevo bisogno di un testo, non trovato. Negozi gremiti di ogni qualsivoglia chicceria. Come sempre mancava la materia prima. Sentivo il mio nome ovunque: Valentina. Oh, si chiamano tutte come me. Come è piccolo il mondo. Il black friday è alle porte e di roba, fidatevi, ce n'è davvero parecchia nei negozi. Per quelle ciarde pure, me compresa.

Questione rientro a casa. Quelle vite altre in altrui vite. La soluzione: #tiger #alcoot #piazzaitalia #stradivarius #kiko #thun #moschino #cooplibreria #marzano #bata #kasanova #euronics e...

Occhio all'acquisto. So per certo che avete delle leggi in merito, tipo il cesto alla suocera e coordinati nell'abito lui e lei.

L'AMORE è anche questo, i mocassini pellicciosi.

#svalvolina91 #laragazzaconlavaligia #NSA #santa claus

[phoenixmaiden-gaming]

Assassin’s Creed IV Black Flag part 8

Another late night gameplay but I didn’t do too much. I did continue on with the main quest where I had to follow a ship, then I went to some random islands to get some chests and Animus Fragments. I also found a Smuggler’s Den that I raided.  I also did some Assassin Contracts, one of which I hadn’t done on a previous island. Still pretty good I say.

From where I had left off last time, I was on Salt Lagoon I went around collecting all the collectables. While doing so, I came across a new animal, a deer. They are really quick.

Then I found all the collectables and that’s another island that is complete.

Now that I had collected everything, I went over to the fire where Ed Thatch and James Kidd were. They were celebrating their Pirate Republic free from Kings, Clergy and Debt Collectors. Kidd then said that there were 500 men who pledged their allegiance to the brethren of Nassau.

Thatch agreed that was a lot of people but if the King were to come after them they would trample them. Kenway brought up the Observatory and if they had it, they would be unbeatable.

Thatch didn’t want to hear it, and it was just s story for boys. What they needed was a large Galleon ship and point the guns all in the same directions and no one will mess with them.

Adé said that it would be hard to steal a full Spanish Galleon and asked him if he had one in mind. Thatch did. There was one that was fat and slow.

I had to go search for the ship Thatch had told us about, and along the way saw one of those buoys I’ve seen in the water for underwater exploration. If we could go down to the wrecks by diving we could find all kinds of stuff, but also could avoid having to attack Merchants and having to run from Spanish/British ships.

I continued on to a restricted area and I found a giant ship, a Man- o’-War. It was huge and Thatch warned that we would not win against it so I had to keep my distance. I had to follow behind it since it’s field of range was huge, but I also had to keep out of site of other ships in the area.

While following, some British ships came, Thatch knew who he was. They were attacking the Man-O’-War with several small ships. It fired back and it saw us so we had to avoid the mortar shots and the range of those shots were long. I am surprised I didn’t get hit.

The Man-O’-War managed to get away, but the British ships saw us and started attacking. We had to deal with the aftermath of the skirmish the British man started. I had to take down 8 ships. Thankfully they were the smaller ones so I was able to take them out no problem.

Once we are free Kenway notices that the Galleon was heading toward an island. Thatch said that the place had a stronghold used by a French Captain named Du Casse...the very same Julian Du Casse from Havana. Uh oh.

Kenway said if he sees his ship, he’ll know its one of the ships from Havana and want to know who was sailing it. Thatch didn’t want to lose that Galleon but agreed to back off for now. They will think about it and come back with a new plan.

With that the mission was complete. I didn’t even get any of my optional objectives. I didn’t even know how to use my other artillery. I should figure that out. (S3/M6 - Mission: Proper Defenses - Complete).

I then went to surrounding islands where some chests or Animus Fragments had showed up. When I got to one of the islands there were some of those water tornados swirling up. Those things are scary.

On the upside, some of the enemy ships got hit by the water tornado and were now incapacitated. I could board them and just take the cargo. Easiest booty ever.

I found an unidentified island called Mariguana Island. It looked like an abandoned town or one in the process of being built. There was even an old ship that was broken apart. Only the mast was left which was what I used as a Viewpoint.

I went around the island and collected the chests and Animus fragments and secrets. That’s another island complete.

I found another island called Crooked Island and this one was inhabited by people. I first unlocked the tavern by fighting the thugs. It was funny how it started because one of the men was with a woman and she looked at me as I was passing by and this didn’t sit well with him, so he attacked me. lol. I took the out no problem.

I found a pigeon coop for assassin contracts and accepted one for “The Poachers.” There was a group who were hunting rare animals for sport and I had to stop them.

I used fast travel since my target was at Mariguana Island, where I just was before. But now it had a lot of British guards. I was able to locate the captain no problem and I tried to sneak in, but I was spotted.

So I rushed through the guards and just took out the leader. (Assassin Contract: The Poachers - Complete).

So I didn’t know this would happen. I ran away from the guards after killing my target and one of them somehow made it onto my ship. My crew ended up surrounding the intruder and shot him! I tossed his body overboard after looting it.

I fast traveled back to Crooked Island and finally went to the viewpoint to reveal the goodies. 

There was another Assassin Contract at the coop, it was for “The Deserter.” There was a Spanish soldier guilty of war crimes who has deserted and was believed to be hiding nearby. It turned out he was on Salt Lagoon, an already explored island. 

So yet another fast travel later and I was on Salt Lagoon and I could hear the deserter talking to himself on how they will never find him here.

He was running around all over and I just had to wait for him to run into my path and take him out. (Assassin Contract: The Deserter - Complete).

I fast traveled back to Crooked Island and went around collecting the last of the treasures. Now Crooked Island was complete.

Before leaving, I bought a new outfit. The Privateer Outfit. Nice.

I went back to Andreas Island because I had one more Assassin Contract to do to complete the island.

I went to the coop and accepted the contract for “A Slaver’s Business.” There was a slaver who is looking to kidnap human cargo that was coming to meet with other slavers on Andreas Island, I had to take him out.

Thankfully, it was right on the island. I had to wait for the ship to pull into the port and I could see my target on the ship. When I realized he wasn’t moving, I had to go to him.

I ended up just jumping in the water, swimming around the ship and climbed up and assassinated him without him even noticing. (Assassin Contract: A Slaver’s Business - Complete). I then jumped ship and swam away.

Now with the Assassin Contract done, Andreas Island was completed. I love the gold color of completion. Satisfaction.

Along the way to my destination I saw another unidentified location and it ended up being a Smuggler’s den called Jiguey. I had to swim out to it and there was a note in a bottle in the corner, almost missed it.

I then went inside and had to find four chests. I snuck around and called the smugglers over and killed them. I was able to get the chests no problem. 

There were also two animus fragments in the area and they were down low and not high up like I thought. I could see in my map where they were but had to look down. But I found them and now Jiguey is complete.

That is where I ended since I made some good progress and I’m all caught up with all the islands I’ve been to. Now for next time I could go to where my next main mission is telling me to go, but there is also a fort along the way that I could take down...debating on whether to do it or not. We’ll see.

Until next time. Happy Gaming!!

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