#the things you learn as a fish keeper

[cthulhusstepmom]

As promised here's a quick guide to the Fae lore I'm using in my Fae!Soap au, most of it is based on some folklore somewhere but there are parts that are exclusively my invention which I'll specify.

The fae are essentially immortal creatures that can split their time between our world and the Other World.

Things that repel fairies: wearing an article of clothing inside out, salt circles, some talismans, horseshoes(if the fae is of the Unseelie Court or has ill intent to your person), tying knots in your hair, etc

Some things depend on the type of Fae(regional differences, what court of Fae they are, where they stand in the hierarchy): most fae are repelled by bread but Scottish fairies love the stuff and accept it as preferred offerings, bells will chase off members of the Unseelie court as well as any Fae that harbors ill intentions towards you (Seelie fae will sometimes wear bells), compliments and gifts have a 50/50 chance of being an effective repellent.

They are beholden to the laws of hospitality, names, invitations etc

Never ever accept a gift from a fae as it is an invitation into your space and they will take full advantage of it.

Iron, specifically in a shape of significance, will protect you from the powers of the Fae and will repel their touch.

Unless I specifically strike it down it's pretty much all folklore accurate

From here down is all my own lore that I've made.

Now gifts in this universe, this little bit is entirely my own thing. (I didn't find much folklore about people wanting to bone the Good Neighbors beyond the occasional pretty boy stolen by a fairie queen). Gifts can be taken by the fae in question one of these ways: they'll find offense in it and leave you alone, they'll accept it as an offering and stick around(mostly in actual folklore this applies to Brownies in Scottish and Irish tradition), or (in specifically Soap's case because I don't think any other member of the Fae would ever allow a human to court them and homeboy is down bad) they'll take it as a courting gesture.

Fae courting is a rather understated affair, a gift is given and amiably received and then they're officially an item. It is highly unusual for most of the Fae to be monogamous and they'll usually drift from partner to partner during their long lives. It is somewhat more common for stricter monogamy to be observed among royalty and they'll more often choose one partner for life.

When Fae mate they essentially have a ton of sex and release magical energy into the world at large, this magic will latch onto a plant and develop the plant spirit into an autonomous fae spirit over time in a pseudo-gestational period. When the spirit of the new fae has fully matured, the magical energy that has been stored within the plant converts into their body and they are born as a functioning, if like basically a baby in most ways, adult. These new fae are sheltered in the Otherworld for the first several hundred years of their existence.

While they don't really die of old age or sickness there are a few things that can kill and injure them. Direct contact with Iron, severe physical wounds(getting shot in vital areas or having limbs removed), Bleach and some other chemicals, etc.

They are omnivores however they cannot process grains, preservatives, or cooked meat very well. They are immune to natural toxins though there are a few herbs that they find distasteful and avoid.

These are some of the major tenets and mainly just my specific lore, there's definitely more and if anyone has specific questions just shoot me an ask or a comment and I'll get you.

@cr4shposts

The reason the subtext is weird is because I completely made that part up lol

#chlorine is a big no no for the Fae and thus Soap always drinks spring water and avoids communal showers #because there are small amounts of chlorine and chloramine in our water to make it safe for us to drink #the things you learn as a fish keeper #he also has a small bottle of water dechlorinator that he uses for emergencies but he doesnt like the aftertase so he prefers spring water #and bathing in a pool in the forest near base soooo maybe some Ghost following him into the forest at night shenanigans to come #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #fae!soap #superstitious bastard!ghost

[pr0cyon-lotor]

Something reawakened my Alien Stage obsession! Have some modern AU headcanons/brainrot™ :D

(The alien keepers are just their parents or something)

General rambles

Till is a god in the kitchen. Mizi can only bake b/c she has set instructions, but can tweak the recipe if she needs to. Sua can't cook/doesn't know how to. Ivan burned something and isn't allowed in it again. LUKA IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE FUCKING KITCHEN OH MY GOD DON'T LET HIM COOK THEY HAD TO CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT LAST TIME. Hyuna can't cook for shit w/o proper instructions. Her ass cannot improvise in the kitchen.

Sus and Ivan are siblings (twins if you will) and absolutely terrible to each other (like normal siblings). They could be sitting together and suddenly Sua kicks him off the couch and puts her feet up. Or Ivan throw something at the back of her head unprompted. They are literally the most chill people in the group, until they're in each other's arms length. Then, they might as well be wild cats fighting over a piece of fish

Mizi and Till are childhood friends and talk shit together

Till knows how to apply makeup (both on himself and others) b/c Mizi would test out things on him.

Almost everyone is a cat person. Except for Sua, who is neutral, and Mizi, who likes dogs more.

Mizisua rambles

Neither of them are the warm hands to the other's cold hands. They sleep with a lot of blankets and a heater on

Mizi doesn't know how to braid hair. Sua barely knows how to braid hair. They were so used to their parents/servants doing their hair for them that they don't know how to do anything fancy. But Sua did learn how to braid hair for Mizi.

Sua was/is a rich kid. And she's SUPER irresponsible with money when it comes to Mizi. "You want this dress? Sure. Don't look at the price tag, you liked it so you're getting it."

They're both clingy if the other has to leave for an extended period of time.

Mizi likes climbing up places and napping. And Sua got really good at hide and seek.

They don't have separate wardrobes b/c both of them stole each other's clothes so often they lost track what was originally theirs or the other's.

Ivantill rambles

Till is cold constantly. Ivan is a walking heater. My point is they hold hands and cuddle.

Ivan definitely turls a piece of his hair, while kicking his feet and giggling when he's calling Till. At this point Till is unfazed by it

Ivan calls Till "my star" "my universe" or any other space related petname. (l accidentally predicted that in an old post oops) Till refuses to call him any pet name b/c he'd die of embarrassment

They also steal each other's clothes, but they can tell who's is who's b/c they both have very distinct styles

Till fumbled the bag with Mizi so bad he accidentally fell into lvan's arms and I think that's a funny concept

Have we ever considered that Till might be just as cringe with lvan as he is with Mizi once he starts catching feelings. Like it's possible. Till can just be cringe with the people he likes. Probably not as bad with lvan, but even a fraction would make me happy.

Hyuluka rambles

Luka is shockingly needy and clingy. He would prefer to get dragged through the mud than let go of Hyuna. Hyuna finds it endearing and worrying

There's a lot of heels and dresses in their home. None of them are Hyuna's

Luka is the type that NEEDS TO LOOK GOOD AT THE HOSPITAL! What if the doctors thinks he's not hot enough 🥺 Hyuna has to drag him to the hospital b/c he's fixing his eyeliner. And no you can't just put a little bit of blush on, your bone is stabbing through your calf

Hyuna's love language is acts of service and food sharing. Luka's is being a little shit and physical touch

#mizisua #Ivantill #hyuka #hyuluka #alien stage #ivan alien stage #till alien stage #luka alien stage #hyuna alien stage #mizi alien stage #sua alien stage #headcanons anf rambles

[captain-lovelace]

one thing that having fish and looking up fish advice online has showed me very tangibly is that if you love something but you know nothing about it and don’t learn you will hurt or kill it in trying to do something good for it. So many people over-feed their fish to death because their fish “look hungry”, or prevent their tank from cycling fully because they’re doing 100% water changes every week and end up with fish dying of ammonia or nitrite spikes, or love their pet fish but have no clue that it’s actually going to grow up to be a foot long and will need a much larger tank, etc etc etc. And obviously a good many of these are neglect or poor assumptions about fish as pets and most could be solved with looking shit up, but there are always some cases where the person in question loved the fish but was woefully misinformed, or panicked, or thought they were much more prepared than they were, or any number of things, and they’re devastated by the fact that they’ve hurt something they care deeply about. Often, though, I see these cited as either cases of “loving them too much” or “not loving them enough” or with a veil of “anyone who really loved this animal wouldn’t do this to it” and I think that’s… incomplete? Because the problem isn’t how someone feels or whether they care, the problem is how much work they put in to finding and filling the gaps in their knowledge. The problem isn’t loving something too much or not enough because the love isn’t relevant. Someone can NOT love their fish and take amazing care of them, and someone who loves their fish desperately can be a TERRIBLE fish keeper. I don’t know how generally applicable this is as a theory or even a metaphor but I do think the problem of knowledge vs emotion does extend further than fish.

#Keep seeing a poem quote like ‘I loved a plant so much that I over-watered it to death’ #With the implication being that the issue is like #Too much love #love has nothing to do with stuff like that #Not knowing or following care instructions is the issue #I’m also of the opinion that love can be genuine and also not come with a desire to learn more information #I’m tired of people acting like ‘true’ love inherently comes with that desire. You have to work for it #Idk what do I know. I’m new to keeping fish.

[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

Good day!may I request a time keeper cookie (and any other of your choice) with a lord/mistress of the universe?like they literally have the power to manipulate the entirety of the universe (making sure it stays stable)and is just HELLA powerful?

(Bonus if they act like the devil from the shadow fandub if you know it)

You can make anything with this to be honest

Please don't push yourself to do this request if your uncomfortable with it! much love!💕

powerful s/o hcs ; cookie run

thank you for requesting anon <3

this includes timekeeper cookie, sea fairy cookie & moonlight cookie <3

reader is assumed as gender neutral <3

my account is 16+, please interact accordingly <3

-> moonlight cookie

she dreamed of you often, catching flashes of your might and silhouette as you warped and bent and reshaped the universe to your will

flashes of light and swirls of a dark emptiness erupting from your fingertips, an unnamed figure waltzing between the stars and cloaking themselves with galaxies

you were an enigma to her, one that she found herself attracted to so much that the moment she awoke she sought you out herself

questioning the moons and stars and planets until she came face to face with the space warper themselves — half hidden behind a nebula as you weaved new laws into the universe itself

and, somehow, it was love at first sight — the boundless knowledge in your eyes feeling far less burdensome once you caught a glimpse of the once slumbering moon

and you spoke for hours or minutes or days (time becomes meaningless once you’ve lived for so long) about anything and everything

about the wizards about the stars about creation and about the end of all things

and you promised to keep watch over her as she drifted off once more

and she promised to be by your side until the last star dies out

then she fell asleep once more, body curled into your side as you held her tightly, lounging on a crescent moon that was somehow twice as big as before — a pleasant smile on her face as your image danced through her mind

past, present and future all at once as the stars flickered and spun and lived and died under your watch — whether they were memories or dreams or prophesies she neither knew nor cared to find out — and she was once again, truly, at peace

and there you remained, holding onto your dear moon and weaving and seeing and knitting and warping the universe back into shape — wordlessly willing it to go quietly and easily to your desires, to be stable and safe and calm as she rested

because you couldn’t leave to sort everything out yourself

because you promised to be there when she woke up

-> sea fairy cookie

she only became aware of the sheer intensity of your power after the two of you became official

of course she’d seen you work — seen you manipulate the world around you as easily as fish learned to swim — but she never truly grasped how immense your control was

how you could alter anything — truly anything at all — to fit your whims

how you held the weight of the world — an incomprehensible number of worlds, even — on your shoulders through your responsibilities

how you could end the universe in a fraction of a second if you wished, yet you spent every waking moment preventing reality from collapsing in on itself instead

it was intimidating, terrifying even, at first to learn just how powerful you were and how much you had to deal with

(maintaining sugarteara was more than enough responsibility for her and even then she failed and let it fall into ruin, so being responsible for a near-infinite universe made her feel rather faint)

it would take her some time to get used to — or, rather, to come to terms with this side of you

but in the end very little would change, with your relationship returning to relative normalcy and routine once she’d sorted out her feelings about the whole thing

she still loves you (though love isn’t strong enough of a word in her opinion) and couldn’t imagine living her life without you by her side

couldn’t imagine being without your touch, your voice, your smile — all things that bring warmth and happiness to the cold and isolating existence that she’d lived as an icy statue beneath the waves

so when all was said and done, she still held you close and leaned into your touch

she still flushed and ducked her head when you kissed her

she still looked at you with so much love and affection that you couldn’t help but get teary eyed yourself

the only real change is that she’ll ask you to tell her about the universe

about the stars and the planets and the stars that exist between them — the beginning and the end and the interim

and she’ll listen raptly to everything you have to say, leaning her head against your shoulder and humming as you point to the sky — quietly revelling in the intimacy of the act whilst also eagerly learning about the very thing she’d longed to reach in a previous life

-> timekeeper cookie

time and space are two sides of the same coin so it would stand to reason that the two of you would cross paths often enough

initially the two of you had been at odds for a long while — with you maintaining a calm and regal facade and them getting on your nerves with their ‘devil may care’ approach to their abilities and the timeline in general

uptight and formal vs relaxed and chaotic; frankly it was a miracle you hadn’t killed each other after the first few times they tore through space time and left a complete and utter mess behind for you to deal with

but after a few hundred encounters over time and space the two of you called a truce and decided to try and be more civil around each other

no more hunting, no more games, no more distractions — just two powerful beings existing in the same dimension as each other

and as more time went by the two of you started to talk — with them helping you lighten up a bit and let some of that weight off of your shoulders and with you helping them find a safer way to break the timeline

you sparred, you spoke, you bonded and bickered, you laughed and you cried

becoming closer and closer until affection comes more naturally than breathing and the barrier between ‘platonic’ and ‘romantic’ is so blurred that there was no longer any point in distinguishing the two at all

you learned to love their past, present and future

and they learned to love you for more than just your strength and responsibilities

time and space, together at last

(even if their incessant travelling back to bully their past self drives you up the wall sometimes)

#sleepingdeath sapphic #cookie run x reader #gender neutral reader #timekeeper cookie #timekeeper cookie x reader #sea fairy cookie #sea fairy cookie x reader #moonlight cookie #moonlight cookie x reader #cro x reader #cro fluff #cookie run fluff #sea fairy cookie fluff #crk x reader #crk fluff #moonlight cookie fluff #timekeeper cookie fluff

[lauranthalasah]

We all kinda latched to Orym's "Are you with me?" to Fearne and her "Always" but really, the biggest moment between them, it wasn't the end of this interaction, but the beginning. Fearne seems to be the most aloof of all of them, she doesn't seem too concern with any problem, but the thing is Fearne knows one thing very well... Temptation, she is driven by it all the time,  but she has also seen dark temptation getting under someone's skin, how it can pick you away bit by bit until you give into it. She saw the Crown in action, how it erode the Crown Keepers, it tried it with her, it tried with Dariax, and with Dorian, and it finally got Opal, Opal who is going "darker" right now, she knows how tempting the dark side can be, how convincing, how enticing, and she is learning the cost of falling for it too. Now... she knows she doesn't like the Ruby Vanguard, if nothing else because they killed Orym, Orym's family, and Laudna. And she likes Laudna a lot, but I truly think Fearne has made Orym hers, in the way only fey creatures make things their own, I'm not sure any one of them knows exactly what that means for them... but it is there. So she doesn't like these people, and Orym doesn't like these people, and Fearne knows one more thing... Orym doesn't stay passive when he doesn't like something. She knows how much Orym liked and likes Dorian and yet she saw Orym pull a sword to him and threaten him over the Crown. Now Fearne is concern, she seems to ask stupid questions, to never get much involved, but she is fishing, and there are things she doesn't like, and she didn't like what Imogen was saying, she didn't like that dream, I bet that dream felt a lot like her own dream with the Spider Queen, so she pulls Orym away and she breaches the subject, SHE asks HIM what to do, because she knows that if worst comes to happen Orym will act, he will, even if he hates it, just because is the right thing to do, and she trust it will be the right thing to do because it will be Orym doing it. From the moment she asked him, she was on board with whatever his plan was, and there's a part of me that things she asked him because she knew he was already planning something, because if she realizes that it is needed then she knows Orym would think the same, so she asked him to show her support more than to be in the known. The most important thing in this interaction was Fearne asking first, she saw there was a potential problem and she reached for the person she knew will have a plan... she might not like it any more than Orym, but she will do it, because she knows is necessary and the right thing to do (if it comes to it). I LOVE THIS MOMENT! I adore their friendship, I adore how it has evolved since EXU, and even there, there was an undercurrent of understanding or acceptance (I remember their walk), a very particular thing, she acts like a child most of the time, impulsive, carefree, and yet sometimes she acts over Orym in a way someone of her actual age would with someone much younger, and I adore those moments.

(Funny enough... that's pretty much the same kind of relationship I see between Chetney and Orym)

#critical role spoilers #bells hells spoilers #critical role #bells hells #fearne calloway #orym of the air ashari

[trash1129]

FLY HIGH | Chapter 6: D:

If there was one thing about (Y/n) it's that she is stubborn and persistent, and poor Lee Jihoon was about to learn the hard way. The Gryffindor's stubbornness predates her time at Hogwarts. When younger, her classmates told her she had the attention span of a fish and she couldn't finish a book even if she tried. So what did she do? Finished not only one but three books. One time in her second year, she ignored Mingyu for a week straight because he canceled on her to play video games with Jun. (It was the worst week of his life). Her persistence was just as bad but we won't even get into that.

The next day after she was rejected, she instantly jumped into action. She wasn't kidding when she said she WILL make him her tutor. Persistence is key after all.

“(Y/n) please reconsider taking me in as a tutor.” Mingyu practically begged while following the gryffindor keeper to the grand hall. Though, there was really no point in trying to sway her. She couldn't blame Mingyu for trying, but she couldn't tell if it was out of fear of her feelings being hurt or out of fear for Jihoon's safety.

"Gyu, it's going to be fine." (Y/n) huffed as the two of them walked down the hall towards the doors of the grand hall.

Before the tall male next to her could even get another word out, (Y/n) swung open the doors and strutted in. Her (e/c) eyes scanned the whole hall and paused at her usual table. All her friends were there and seemed to notice her entrance as they were all currently staring at her with troubled expressions. All seeming worried about her next moves.

The gryffindor's eyes quickly moved on from her friends and back to searching the area for her target.

She almost missed him from how fast she was looking around the room, but she saw just who she was looking for.

Lee Jihoon.

The Ravenclaw seemed to be peacefully watch his friends as they conversed amongst themselves. (Y/n) actually spotted a few that she knew and to her surprise her house's headboy was one of them. Hm, she never knew they were friends but that's not the point.

(Y/n)'s feet hopped into action and started making their way towards the table of friends.

"I thought Coups was going to kill the kid. I've never seen him get that mad." Joshua explained as Jeonghan raised an eyebrow.

"All of this over some weird furry dude going around making people give him money for some charity he made up?" The slytherin reiterated then let out a small hum, "Not going to lie, it's a smart way to get money."

Before anything else could be said, the table fell silent and all eyes were pointed at Woozi.

The ravenette took note of the sudden silence and looked up from his plate towards his, now silent, friends. His eyebrows furrowing when he noticed all their eyes pointed at him.

“What?”

"Hi!" An eerily familiar voice chirped behind the ravenclaw boy. Jihoon felt himself instantly grow a headache as he turned to see the person that had caught all his friends' attention. There behind him stood (Y/n) (L/n) wearing the same idiotic grin as last time.

The table of mixed house boys looked at Jihoon then back at (Y/n) and then once again back at Jihoon. While Jihoon stared up at the gryffindor keeper.

"Mind if I have a seat?" (Y/n) asked with a small tilt of her head, stupid grin still on her face.

"Yes." "No."

Woozi's head snapped in Joshua's direction. The hufflepuff's eyes glinting with an evil spark.

"Oh, Josh! I didn't know you knew Jihoon!" (Y/n) excitedly exclaimed while forcing herself between Wonwoo and Woozi, making herself comfortable. Jihoon cringed as she pushed him slightly to the side. Their shoulder's were practically touching before he scooted himself away. Wonwoo followed in suit but in a much more polite way.

"And I didn't know you knew Woozi either." Joshua replied with a sly smirk growing on his face as he rested his chin in his palm.

"Woozi?"

"It's nothing-" "Oh, it's just a nickname for him!"

This time Seokmin chimed in innocently.

'I'm going to either kill myself or the others' Jihoon felt his eye physically twitch as the thought flashed through his mind. (Y/n) excitedly greeted DK as well; seemingly happy to see another familiar face.

"So, (Y/n), Why are you here if you don't mind me asking?" It was only a matter of time till Minghao finally squeezed himself into the situation.

"Oh my gosh, Thank you for reminding me. You see I'm in a bit of a pickle and Woozi over here may be my savior if he ever so kindly tutored me. So I was coming over in the hope of getting an okay from him." (Y/n) explains as Jihoon cringes at the use of his nickname on her lips.

"First off, don't call me that. We aren't friends. Secondly, no."

"Now, now Jihoon. No need to be so rude. (Y/n) came all this way over to kindly ask you for a small miniscule favor." Jeonghan's voice held nothing but devilry.

You know what? No. Jihoon was NOT going to deal with this today.

Without another word, Jihoon got up from his seat and turned on his heels then made his way out of the grandhall. (Y/n) watching, a slight grimace on her lips. "I pissed him off, didn't I?" She asked while sucking a sharp breath through her teeth. Her (e/c) eye searching the table of boys for a response.

Wonwoo's calm voice cut through the silence, "Don't take it too personally. He tends to get irritated easily."

"Don't worry, I wasn't even thinking that. His actions actually are my motivation...So, If you don't mind-" The girl then stood from her seat, "I will take my leave." A confident smile graced her face as she turned to leave.

"Wait, (Y/n)." The gryffindor's dorm leader stopped the girl in her tracks. Her head peeked over her shoulder in curiosity. "Can you please, for the love of god, get Soonyoung to return the money he has taken from the kids around the school?"

"I mean, I can try but there is no guarantee. Anyways, toodles!"

A silence falls across the table before Wonwoo sighs,

"Jihoon's life is going to be hell from now on, isn't it?"

"Yes it is, but this is going to be the best entertainment for us." Minghao snickered out as he watched (Y/n) practically skip out of the hall.

And Wonwoo was right.

For the next few weeks, every waking moment, Jihoon would be somehow tracked down by a certain keeper and never had a moment of peace. Whether it was in the library, to a class, or even hiding in the supply closet: (Y/n) was there to bother her favorite tutor-to-be. No matter where he would be greeted by the same: “oh hey!”, “Woah funny finding you here”, “Heyyyy”, “whatcha doing?”, “what are you up to?”, etc. He really couldn’t understand how she found so many variants to pop up and greet him.

Today wasn’t the exception (much to his dismay). Woozi finally thought he found the best place to avoid her; the edge of the Forbidden forest. Surely she knew the dangers and wasn’t dumb enough to find him there. Hell, he knew the dangers but he was lucky enough to have the basic knowledge to know to stay just on the edge and also the spells to use in case of an emergency. The confidence he once had flowing through him came to a halt as he heard a voice that he dared to say rivaled nails on a chalkboard.

"Woozi! Hi! I didn't know you liked chilling here too!" The ever cheerful Gryffindor keeper greeted as she happily plopped down by the defeated Ravenclaw.

(Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes sparkled as she rested her chin in the palms of her hands, "What are you up to today? Studying? Reading? Writing?? Oooh, you have that one notebook I always see you with! Are you working on something in there-"

"Jesus Christ! Do you ever quit?!" Jihoon snapped a bit louder than he would've liked, but it got the girl to fall silent. His frustration growing with every second she sat with him. A man could only take so much, and (Y/n) was pushing the boundary on how much Woozi could take.

A silence enveloped the two as the (h/c) stared at the boy in front of her, her eyes wide at his outburst.

"Um.."

"What?!" Jihoon snapped out again with a more controlled volume. "I literally have tried everything to get you to leave me alone. EVERYTHING. I was even tempted to hex you but Shua talked me out of it! What the hell do I have to do to get you to let me be for one fucking second?!"

....

"Be my tutor...?"

The look on the Ravenclaw's face read of 'you have to be absolutely shitting me right now'. She was still on about this?? This was the reason he couldn't have some peace and quiet???

(Y/n) watched the boy with hopeful and somewhat fearful eyes. She knew it was messed up to wear him down so much to this point but listen, she was desperate and stubborn. She set her heart out on getting the best student to help her and, by god, she was going to have him help her no matter what.

Jihoon felt himself let out a sigh and deflate as he finally looked at her with his tired eyes, "That's it? If I tutor you...you will finally give me some peace?".

Success.

"Yes! I promise! As soon as my grades are up and I get the okay to play quidditch for the year, I promise I will never bother you again! I swear!" The girl nearly squealed out in excitement of finally getting the answer she wanted.

"Once you get your grades up, you won't bother me for the rest of our years at Hogwarts?" Jihoon questioned.

(Y/n) nodded at what seemed like lighting speed when asked. A smile seemingly stuck on her face while she watched the Ravenclaw deeply think about what he was about to get himself into.

With a final sigh, Jihoon finally gave in.

"Fine."

"YES!!!!" (Y/n) jumped up from her spot and cheered, even doing an animated twirl of excitement in the process. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I swear I will be the best tutee, you've ever had-"

"Tutee?-"

"I pinky swear!" The Gryffindor girl exclaimed as she ducked back down to where they were sitting, her pinky extended. She stood there eagerly waiting for the boy to lock pinkies with her.

Woozi stared at the girl in front of him blankly then turned his attention to her extended finger, and then back to her face before simply huffing and shoving her hand away from his face, "Whatever...", and with that Jihoon got up and walked away from (Y/n), who was still standing there with a dumb smile on her face.

Summary: (Y/n) is the pride of Gryffindor’s quidditch team, though that may come to an end if her grades keep dropping the way they are now. As a last hope of not being kicked before the new season starts, the Gryffindor starts her search for a tutor. Thus comes in the quiet grumpy Ravenclaw genius, Lee Jihoon. But why would he be willing to help someone he doesn’t know? Simple; to get the ever annoying and energetic (Y/n) off his back.

Previous | Masterlist | Next

A/n: SURPRISE SHAWTYYYYYYYY. Surprise! An update!!!! I know it’s been a few months and I’m really sorry about that. I have really been struggling with depression so it been really hard to find the motivation to write, HOWEVER, I had been working on this on and off for weeks meaning that I’m slowly starting to make my way back. I can’t guarantee an update next week due to me still going THROUGH it but I can say that I will try my best to update more often. I genuinely missed writing and I think about this story often. I really hope you guys liked this and are still around to enjoy. I love you all 💜

TAGLIST: Open @sp1ng @wonwoos-wineparty @expensive-idiot @lirtha97 @lightprincess-world @the-swageyama-tobiyolo @the-poetic-side-of-me @scarlet931 @asyre

#lee jihoon #woozi x reader smau #woozi fanfic #woozi x reader #woozi #woozi x you #seventeen #svt #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #woozi smau #kpop smau #smau #seventeen smau #kpop #kpop fanfic #hogwarts au #seventeen hogwarts au #friends to lovers #strangers to lovers #social media au #woozi x y/n #woozi imagines #seventeen scenarios #lee jihoon x reader #seventeen fluff #woozi fluff #lee jihoon imagines #woozi scenarios #svt woozi

[sleebyfrogs]

Sometimes there are things you can’t learn from the internet. For instance, there is no way a history of lighthouse-keeping page could have told me this story that I instead had to learn from my friend’s ex-lightkeeper grandpa, which he heard straight from the horse’s mouth:

In the early 1940s some guys were manning an offshore station and had some important company coming to check the place out. Wanting to be hospitable, the keepers resolved to cook their visitors a hearty meal; problem was, the only provisions they had at the station were tinned goods and oatmeal. So with all the classic brilliance of human ingenuity, they… somehow killed a couple of seagulls, stuffed them with oatmeal, and cooked them for hours and hours while periodically changing out for fresh oatmeal until finally they no longer reeked of salt and fish. It reportedly tasted just like chicken and the guests never found out.

#Told my partner this and we’ve been chanting ‘Oatmeal. Oatmeal. Oatmeal.’ (/increasingly resolute and desperate) throughout the day since #Bumbles #Lighthouse #Evie #Seagulls

[nanabansama]

I saw in your other post "Tsukasa looking at Amane in chapter 109" and I was curious, do you happen to have any theory about why Tsukasa was interested in breaking the clock? Or do you have any theory as to why Hanako-kun messed with it so diligently.P. S: I hope you had a good Christmas 🎅

Hi! Firstly, the post you're speaking about was made by the lovely @ tsutsumi-kurose! I highly recommend checking their blog out for more keen analysis on Hanako-kun.

Anyway, to answer your question...let's gather what we know about the Big Clock.

The Big Clock is the school's time itself. Destroying it caused time to stop completely. When Nene encountered Tsukasa via a time rift during the festival, he told her that you could use the clock to travel through time.

This time manipulation stuff appears to be directly correlated to the school. It doesn't seem to affect stuff outside of it, similar to how the Bookstacks only records a person's life during the time they will spend/have spent at Kamome Academy.

That said, we can't know for sure if Amane knew that, so maybe he tried to harness the clock's time powers for something he could never use them for anyway? Not like it matters, since Tsukasa confirmed Amane never managed to manipulate the clock...but I don't know. To have him work so diligently for something that would have never worked? It feels somewhat silly. So I prefer to believe he had a clear, concrete, and most importantly achievable goal in mind.

Basically, what I'm getting at is I don't think Amane was either trying to time travel to get back to the Tanabata festival he spent with Nene-oneesan or to the time Tsukasa sacrificed himself during their 4th birthday. I also have trouble believing he would go through so much trouble on the off chance that his Nene-oneesan happened to attend Kamome Academy at some point, and it also just seems terribly... corny to me? I really hope it isn't the case, it's just kind of sad and embarrassing of him to skip out on his school play in favor of chasing after some girl he met 4 years ago. I'm clearly too jaded for a romance manga why am I even here

But I do have trouble imagining any other reason for Amane to attempt to time travel that is privy to us! It's either Nene or something we don't know yet. Or something concerning Nene that we don't know yet. Either way, Hanako has clearly remembered whatever it was and wants to keep it a secret--which could mean basically anything because he loves keeping things to himself.

(pictured above: the face of a liar)

To answer your other question, I genuinely think that Tsukasa just wanted to destroy the clock because of his innate sense of curiosity. Remember, this is the guy that dissected a fish for no reason other than a desire to learn how it talked. He is a man of science, and sometimes science is blowing things up and looking at their insides. (I think he would enjoy Mythbusters in a modern AU.)

Tsukasa only went through with destroying the clock now because it was the only way to enter the Clock Keepers' boundary. This is the long and short of it and I will remain firm in this opinion until AidaIro confirm otherwise. *clacks gavel*

Anyway, thank you for the ask! I hope you had a nice Christmas too. :]

#asks #the big clock #tbhk #jshk

[the-hinky-panda]

The Drowning Kind: Part II

Title: The Drowning Kind

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x OFC (written as a reader)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You heard of the Portland Grimm and leave your fundamentalist group of naiads in Vancouver. You just wanted a safe fresh start; you didn't expect to fall in love with a royal hybrid police captain.

There are two things that naiads are experts in: swimming and secrets. 

When you first met Sean Renard, you immediately recognized a fellow secret keeper. Words were used sparsely and with the craft of saying enough but providing no actual information. It was a language that you spoke fluently and his presence soon became the closest thing you ever felt to being home. You didn’t think he felt the same way until you saw the red kayak on the river at ten o’clock at night two days after the close of the case you had offered assistance. 

The late night rendezvous continued for the next two weeks, you floating alongside the boat while conversation flowed, still guarded but slowly unfurling tiny bits of information. You moved from Vancouver for a fresh start. His ancestry was old, traced back hundreds of years from Europe. You were living in a broken down house along the river because that was all you could afford. He was living in a penthouse in Portland. You had taught yourself how to read and write, your village not strong believers in their women being educated. He spoke five languages and had the best education money could buy. 

Slowly, more valuable pieces started to become revealed. His hybrid heritage. Your disfigured hands and feet. His tiring game of playing both ends against the middle to protect the Portland Grimm. Your deep scars of a betrayal from someone you had trusted. He was searching for balance between the two worlds he represented. You were searching for the girl who had dreams and once believed that love was real. 

So you found each other. 

Due to the situation he found himself in, along with a diabolical brother who searched for leverage in every aspect of his life, you understood why this needed to stay a secret. For your protection and everyone else around you, no one could know that you had regained that tiny spark of hope that maybe love wasn’t a myth. You still weren’t convinced of what this was between you two but it was precious enough to protect. And you did, for the first time in a long time, feel truly protected. So you kept the secret. 

“Where are we going?” 

You glance over your shoulder. “What’s the matter, Sean? Don’t you trust me?” 

The smile he gives you is sly, a subtle twist to the side of his mouth. “All I asked is what did you do today. Now you have me on one of the uninhabited islands in the middle of the river. I’m sure you can understand my unease.” 

“I do,” you respond. Trust is hard for both of you after the lives you’ve lived. “It’s worth it, I promise.” 

You found the abandoned fishing shack the same way you find everything, by accident. Growing up along riverbanks and on the edges of lakes in Vancouver, you had more of a need to know the flow of the water and the islands that got in the way of it. You were spending much of your free time learning the same thing here in Portland. That knowledge is what crossed your path with Detectives Burkhart and Griffin. 

A group of college kids who had too much to drink had gone missing after an afternoon of tubing on the river. They unknowingly became prey for some rowdy wendigo and needed to be found ASAP. Burkhart had reached out to the naiad community in the harbor and you had wanted to show your worth to your new community. You didn’t expect to be the one to find them but you did, only one out of the group of seven fell victim to the wendigo. Now, you were the riverway consultant for the Portland PD. 

After your maiming, you were still able to be useful. 

The shack was falling down, abandoned for years. It didn’t take much to patch the small roof or replace the broken board walls. It was meant to be a shelter from the elements, nothing longstanding. There’s no electricity that runs into it so you have to get creative in how to fix it up. Abel and his daughters helped you out by using their fishing boat to bring a futon, small armchair, and a desk. You brought some of your books and candles. You pitched it to them as your retreat but your true intention is to share it with only one other person. 

He takes in the ramshackle little hut with cautious curiosity. “Did you build this?” 

“No, I’m not that talented.” 

You push the door open hesitantly. You had already lit some of the candles, the soft glow flickering off the wooden walls and furniture. It actually looked more inviting than you thought it would. But then you remember the one time you visited his apartment in Portland. The large windows overlooking the city and river. The polished granite counters in the kitchen, the artwork that hung on the walls, and the bottle of wine he was there to pick up. All of it was worth more than anything you had ever seen before in your life. What were you thinking trying to pass this off as something special? 

“I think it’s lovely.” 

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. He’s patronizing you. Making the simple, little naiad believe she had done something magnificent when really he was laughing at you. Words are failing you and you silently stare at your feet until he nudges your shoulder playfully. 

“You going to let me in? Because I really want to investigate something in there.” 

You look around the space wondering what he could be talking about when he picks you up, your arms looping around his neck and your legs wrapping around his waist. You start to ask what it was he wanted to investigate when he takes the opportunity to kiss you. After a long day of not seeing each other, you easily give in to the familiar press of his lips against yours. You hear the door being kicked shut and feel yourself in freefall, stopped when you land on the futon. 

“So,” you ask him from your sprawled position on the blankets, “what exactly did you want to investigate?” 

He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. “I want to see if that futon can hold the both of us.” 

You reach behind your back and untie the crocheted bikini top, tossing it on top of his discarded shirt. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare breasts and suddenly this rehabbed fishing hut doesn’t seem like such a silly secret after all. 

#sean renard x you #sean renard x reader #sean renard x ofc #captain sean renard x you #captain sean renard x reader #captain sean renard x ofc #sean renard #captain sean renard #sean renard fic #captain sean renard fic #grimm fic

[the-axe-and-flail]

A Love Letter to the Future, My Dear

Some modern Hashira headcanons that have been banging around my head for a while:

WARNINGS- none

Tags- SFW, all hashira, future AU

Kyojuro-

• I feel like he's got a little food blog on the side. Nothing super flashy or anything, just him talking about his favorite places to eat and giving recommendations for his most loved meals/bites.

• He's a good outdoorsy person. Hiking 10 miles into the mountains just to set up camp for 2 days and then hike back? Heck yes sign him up! Kayaking in whitewater conditions? He's there. Just don't ask him to fish, he'd much rather build the most intricate firepit/fuel formation he learned in Scouts.

• Definitely an "Early to bed, early to rise" kinda guy. His version of 'sleeping in' is 7 a.m. at the latest. He's also the type to brush his teeth first thing in the morning, before he even eats breakfast. He just hates the feel of fuzzy or grimy teeth and can't stand to wait any longer.

Shinobu-

• Walking pharmacy. She'll be the one to pull a first aid kit or a little travel pill bottle/keeper out of nowhere the moment someone even mentions being in pain or uncomfortable. She's also the one to remind her friends that sites like WebMD can't be used to diagnosis and to stop freaking themselves out by reading it. Always has chapstick or gum/mints when you need them.

• A bit of a prankster. She's the one that will discreetly hide someone's shoe, or replace the hand soap with mustard. Nothing malicious for the most part, but she'll ramp up the intensity if it's someone she dislikes/hates. One time she even made a very convincing parking ticket to put on a car that was blocking her into her parking spot.

• She's an unaware trendsetter. She's not out there picking clothes or styles because they're fashionable, she's just wearing whatever she feels comfortable in that makes her happy. Her cool, bold personality just makes people want to emulate, including her own personal style.

Gyomei-

• Is a huge fan of radio dramas. He listens to a lot of drama podcasts, but nothing quite beats the old shows like "The Lone Ranger". He has a small collection of vintage radios as well that he likes to use when he's in the mood for a full, authentic experience. He's also a big vinyl collector and swears the music sounds 100× better than digital.

• Very musically inclined. He can play several instruments, mostly self-taught, and the vast majority of his repertoire is by ear. He plays the piano, and Shakuhachi most notably, but also can play the flute, tenor sax, oboe, and trumpet. He also frequents concerts and orchestras, and loves opera, with Giulio Cesare being his absolute favorite. He enjoys the pacing and delicate balance of plot and characters.

• Due to his size, he's not exactly comfortable on most public transit spaces. If he's getting home late (past rush hour) he's more likely to take it, but most the time he'd prefer to just walk. This means he knows the city like the back of his hand, and has all the deets on shops/restaurants/spaces that are opening or closing. This also makes him a regular face, so lots of shop and eatery owners and staff know him really well and love to give him freebies when they can.

Giyuu-

• Knows all the best park trails in the city. He likes to spend a lot of time at parks, either bird watching or even people watching. Something about just being in nature really soothes his soul, but he's not big into camping at all. He likes nature, but he also likes not sleeping on the ground.

• Has a very strong (but internal) opinion on showers vs. baths. He has a whole custom shower in his apt/home that has the giant rain pan over the entire thing, with two spray nozzles that have LED RGB lighting. He even can hook it up to music so the colours change with the beat. Takes two showers a day (morning/night) and considers it his favorite place in his home.

• Falls asleep every night to either ocean or rain sounds. His bedtime routine is very detailed, and he tries his hardest to never miss a step. He likes to keep his bedroom on the chilly side so he can wrap himself in 2 or 3 blankets and become the blanket cocoon. Has trouble sleeping if it's not totally 100% pitch black, so he also has a little eye mask to help shade him from the sun.

Tengen-

• The human embodiment of "the night life". Has a standing reservation at many of the elite clubs in the city and enjoys just living in the moment at them. Something about the colourful lights and deep, rhythmic music really makes him feel alive. Excellent dancing skills also just make him a sight to behold when he's in his element.

• Has an opinion on everything, even the stupid stuff. Pineapple on pizza? He has a strongly worded monologue for that. Cats or dogs? He could write a whole book series. Don't even get him started on deeper topics like politics or social standards because no one has the time to listen to that tirade. His social medias are just 80% photos of him and 20% his hot takes.

• Very fashionable, to no one's surprise. He has a favorite tailor that is used to all his wild requests, and considers himself to be the pinnacle of "fashion forward". Due to his very opinionated nature, he has a fashion blog that he updates religiously. Spends gobs of money to make sure he's always attending Fashion Week, and always stays ahead of the curve.

Mitsuri-

• Has her own pet sitting gig that she does to save up money for a new place. She's so good with the animals that it's easy for her to find work, and even has a hefty waiting list for clientele. Definitely pet CPR certified. Knows the name of every single pet she's ever pet-sat and will go apeshit with joy when she sees one of them out and about with their owners. Remembers their birthdays and everything.

• During a really gloomy winter a few years back, she decided to take up baking and got hooked. She started out simple with cookies and cakes but quickly progressed to making her own sourdough starters and pie crust by hand. Sometimes, she gets a bit carried away and will bake way too much, so she makes sure to make plates for her neighbors and drops them off.

• Fancies herself a crafter, but is a little too adhd about it. She'll hyper fixate on buying all the cool shiny supplies she needs for X craft, but once they all arrive, she gets a bit overwhelmed and ends up only using them 3 or 4 times before her sights get set on a new craft/project. Her craft room is a mix between heavily organized and absolute chaos. And yes, there is glitter everywhere

Sanemi-

• To no one's surprise- a big fan of tattoos/body mods. Has his left ear pierced I a couple places, and has one full tattoo sleeve, and working on another. He takes great pride in how he's incorporated some of his scars into the artwork, and has a fantastic relationship with his artist. At one point he considered a lip piercing until he realized how it could impact his teeth.

•Has a standing appointment every Wednesday to take his mom out to lunch. Sometimes Genya or one of his other siblings will tag along, but typically, it's just the two. She enjoys getting to see the updates on his tats, and hear about how his schooling is going. He always lets her pick the restaurant, so they've tried a lot of new foods.

• He would have the smallest, fluffiest little dog, as his apartment wouldn't allow anything bigger (not that it mattered, he likes the small dogs best of all). He takes it with him on his motorcycle rides, and even has a little safety helmet, vest, and goggles combo for it. Despite Sanemi not being a ray of sunshine, his little dog is extra friendly and often gets him into unintended social situations.

Obanai-

• Was 100% a zoobooks kid, who grew into a very animal knowledgeable adult. Enjoys spending time at the zoo (always accredited with the highest care standards, of course), taking photos of the animals with his ridiculously expensive camera and massive telephoto lenses. Has had many of his photos win awards, and has even been credited in natgeo a few times.

• Hates traveling, but is very good at it. He's the guy with all the carry on items in perfectly portioned bottles, all in sectioned ziplocs. Never forgets to bring the neck pillow or charge the headphones, and has his home airport down to a science so he never arrives too early or too late. Also knows where the best and cheapest food is.

• Is incredibly sensitive to temperature changes. Obanai is the guy who always wears layers so he can either shed or don them. It could be middle of summer and he'll still always carry around a light jacket, zip hoodie, or scarf, just in case they become necessary. He keeps his home a constant 75° year round, and anyone who dares to touch his thermostat will suffer the curse.

Muichiro-

• He and his twin brother Yuichiro have a college podcast about all the goings-on at Uni. Sometimes they'll play a song from a local uni student's EP, other times they'll discuss some faculty drama, or maybe even financial advice for anyone applying or attending. It originally started out as just for their friend group, but the back and forth, good cop-bad cop stylings of their banter made them an overnight sensation.

• Stays up until 4 am, wakes up at 12pm. The most night owl of all night owls, he finds it more peaceful to study in the early hours when everyone is sleeping and social media is relatively quiet. Has a little bit of adhd and a caffeine addiction that definitely play a part in that as well. Is useless at group projects simply because of his schedule, but he does as much as he can on his own, and always buys snacks to make up for it.

• Reality TV connoisseur. He doesn't like them, per-say, it's just that the drama is so terribly entertaining. He enjoys trying to key into who is the worst/most toxic person on the show in the first episode, and how they're going to completely ruin everyone's life by the end. He particularly enjoys the survival variety, and loves picking apart where they went wrong.

#hashira #kny hashira #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer hashira #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro rengoku #himejima gyomei #kocho shinobu #shinazugawa sanemi #mitsuri kanjori #muichiro tokito #tengen uzui #tomioka giyuu #iguro obanai #kay's thoughts

[kpophubb]

hey ya!

first things first: I LOVE your works! 😍

second: what would enha's ideal dates be like? 🥺 this is a question from one delulu to another

♡(☆▽☆)♥︎

❥ 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 єηнα'ѕ ιԃєαℓ туρє ωσυℓԃ вє ♡

♡ it goes without saying that heeseung would love a very caring and affectionate someone. As someone who himself stated that he’s not very emotionally strong and needs a lot of love and attention in secret places like home, I feel like he’d be more attracted towards someone who can shower him with love and understand his needs without him having to say it out aloud. Hee would love someone who he can depend on, who makes him feel like she would protect him in his harsh times, be there for him, and communicate well with him so he never feels lonely. Someone who can prioritise him right and always reassure him and put him first. He’d love someone who can support his career and cherish his success like her own. A kind girl with a big heart, full of affection, considerate and thoughtful, who can give him the love he deserves.

♡ jay would love a confident, mature,smart girl who takes relationship as seriously as him. Someone who can value commitment and value him and be respectful towards his parents and others. He’d swoon for an independent girl, even if you aren’t it’s okay, because he’s someone who is more on the giving side than on the receiving end. Someone passionate, with a deep perspective,someone responsible he can see a future with, someone who loves him right. Common interests would really spark him, like a common taste in fashion and food, and he would love an inquisitive person who’s willing to learn. Because he likes talking a lot, he’d want someone who can be outspoken and depend on him, who’s gonna be a good listener and pay attention to what he talks about. Overall, a sweet girl who is compatible with him and is a keeper who can walk the long path, holding hands tightly along his side.

♡ jake loves a very loving and openly affectionate girl. Someone with an adventurous soul who would be willing to try new things and almost everything with him and go along with them. Travelling, fishing, trips, trying new cuisines etc etc. Being a clingy person, he loves someone who adores skinship and initiates a lots of hugs and kisses. Although he doesn’t say it out aloud, he loves it when his someone always tells him how amazing he is and how proud and lucky she is to have him. Someone who takes good care of him, is mature, treasures his dreams and respects his decisions, is observant and notices his likes/dislikes and protects his boundaries. Since he’s someone who’s always giving love, he needs someone who can fill him with the love and kindness he’s always giving people. Someone to connect with him sensually and emotionally, someone who will never judge him, someone he can be silly and goofy with and make lots of memories. Someone who’s as crazy as him and treasures him like her most prized possession and is never afraid to express how she feels. A girl who’s thoughtful and kind, always helps others and puts other’s needs before hers and loves Layla as much as him! Once Jake finds his girl, he will always be cheesy with her and consider her his long lost soulmate <3

♡ sunghoon loves an extroverted, cute girl. Since he’s very introverted and not that good in expressing his feelings, he’d want a girl who can complete him and be there for him in times he can’t be there for himself. Someone who can be his cheerleader (and ofc praise him a lot and call him handsome lol) and make him smile a lot. Since he’s so whipped for sunoo who is a natural cutie, I feel like he’d be into a girl who is just as cute. Girly, cute, fashionable, charming and knows her thing. Confident and a little shy maybe, who he can endlessly tease! A girl who understands his (dad) sense of humour, who appreciates him, gets along with his his friends and has a really pretty princess-y vibe!

♡ sunoo’s ideal type is basically a girl who loves mint choco as much as he loves it lmao. Okay I’m jk, if she likes mint choco then that just gives her bonus (1000) points. He’d be down bad for a girl who can provide him warmth, support & encouragement. A creative girl who believes in herself, who will be able to hold deep, meaningful, and a long lasting relationship with him. Someone he can grow together, whose weakness can be driven away by his strength and whose strength can drive away his weakness. A girl with an intuitive personality who loves spending time with him and always helps him evolve into the best version of himself. A cute girl who accepts him for as he is and loves herself and sunoo the way he deserves. Someone he can depend on and someone he wants to depend on him. A non-judgmental, open minded and free spirited amazing girl.

♡ jungwon’s ideal type is a girl boss! (A boss for a boss hehe :p). Someone loyal, honest who he can connect with deeply. A girl who can take care of him without making him seem needy, who can understand him so well that she can cater to his needs even without him ever stating so. Someone very dedicated, who can make sacrifices for him if necessary, who thinks more rationally than emotionally and supports him in every situation. A responsible girl who is affectionate and takes care of him, a good listener with a straight forward personality. He wants someone to treat his boundaries well, have fun with him and love him, be easy going and dream with him together! Leadernim loves the girl who can love his members like he does and treat them like her real family !

♡ niki loves a positive minded, energetic girl who he can have fun with and pull a lot of pranks on others with. Someone playful and adorable, who’s affectionate and enthusiastic and passionate about their relationship. Someone who expresses emotions for him boldly, is sure about him, never afraid to show him how much she loves him and someone who can accompany him in his life-long pursuit of fun and excitement. Someone a little childish like him who gets excited easily and sees things from the same view point as him, someone inquisitive and adventurous, someone spontaneous who shares common interests. A light-hearted casual minded girl he can be himself with at ease, do crazy things with and laugh a lot with. He loves a girl who can make him laugh a lot. He loves a girl who’s effortlessly cute and makes his heart skip two beats everytime. Since ni ki is the baby of the group and is used to people caring for him, he would naturally be attracted to a girl who can take care of him well and live upto his needs. A girl he can be best friends in the day and lovers in the night.

--------(☆▽☆) ——

@love4heejake tysm ohmygod.🥺💓 your ask made me so happy! <3 ofc, delulu hours are always open so feel free to drop by whenever you want!

The way you called my last fic I posted a while ago “masterpiece” in the tags made me so happy🤧 I’ll be posting more fics so I hope you look forward to them! :)

Let’s interact more (if you want) ♡

#engene 💌 #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x engene #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung x reader #jake x reader #ni ki x reader #jay x reader #jungwon x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #enha fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen soft hours #enhypen fanfictions #enhypen fanfics #enha fanfic #enha x you #enha x engene #enha imagines #enha scenarios #lee heeseung x reader #sim jake x reader #park sunghoon x reader #park jay x reader #yang jungwon x reader

[neptune-knows]

Mason - Not sure if Mason would like fish. Definitely hates underwear as a gift. Daryl - Maybe the person who upgrades tools? Likes flowers and stews. River - Likes vegetables from your farm, uses them in the soup kitchen. (but peas are for feeding ducks.) Winter - See Carter from Harvest Moon DS except much older. Likes artifacts. Sirris - Shopkeeper. Likes foragibles.

we could stretch it and make mason a sort of fisherman, or maybe he's just another young person who recently moved to the town and trying to figure out what he's doing? there would definitely be a heart event where you catch him naked swimming lol

darryl, I think he could fit as a shop keeper if not a strip club owner, though I also think that sirris might fill that role better as a general store type of thing? I do like the idea of him being a blacksmith too though. along with flowers I think he'd ljke wine gifts too

100% with river, as you raise heart levels with them you also get different recipes for soup, bread etc

and winter being the museum/artifacts etc guy I also like a lot, I'd love for him to give tips and stuff about finding artifacts and ores to some extent too? likes artifacts gifts, I think he'd also like minerals too (stuff not necessarily expensive but rare)

and yeah sirris is a shopkeeper, it would be cool if by getting closer to him you would also learn more abt sydney and all of that

I love this ask, but now I'm thinking abt whether or not the teachers should be love interests in this hypothetical game too... sydney better get ready to call me stepdad bc I'd be diving into that sirrussy

#neptune speaks #dol #sirris the science teacher #winter the history teacher #mason the swimming teacher #river the math teacher #darryl the club owner #degrees of lewdity #dol sdv

[imthepunchlord]

I have 4 suggestions for the elements:

1.developing @doritos-green idea,these Miraculous would have the most pure form of the elements,like:

Lila is liar,with rooster(zodiac)she learn to be honest,if she wants fortuna and money she get fish(bagua),if she get a elemental her lie capacility will somehow get a upgrade,either by making she lie a little less to still make her even more believable or manipulation by creating personas for everyone

2.nature protectors,yeah, it's basic but still,if we have the humanity protectors,why not the protectors of what need to be protected from humanity?

3.Sailor Saturn kinda of a thing,when the universe is getting a crisis to the point of a possible end to it,this Miraculous should be actived

4.cardinal directions,idk,i just think it could be cool

2 is probably the one I'd pick. Which, that's actually a really good thought, as if you take care of nature, everything shall continue, and there is prosperity for all. And if you don't care for and respect nature, then everything goes into absolute bedlam and can be devastating to all life.

And I think that would work best off the Creators and their mindset behind creating Miraculous, as at the core, they're here for humanity's over all survival, and can nicely play into the different roles these groups have.

You have the Twelve for personal growth and improvement.

You have the Eight for quality of life improvement, for what is needed or wanted.

You have the Seven that are designed to be THE defenders and protectors of humanity (which technically all do apply, but these 7 can be especially designed for it).

And you have the Five that work off the preservation of nature, which nicely works off the five elements they represent, which would be an extension of the human race's continuation.

And IF I do that there is a 2, they could have a unique role of being keepers of balance, between order and chaos, stability and change. And could have a unique role of managing disputes and disorder, and by set up of their roles, they can join in any of the other numbered groups with whatever they have going on, and be the ones to deal with any infighting as the Seven and Five are semi set up to clash here there (as there are times humanity does challenge and disrupt nature).

Though may be more interesting to skip out on the possibility of mediators and allow Miraculous clashes and see how they unfold and are resolved.

Either way, thank you, that solves a lot and works very well.

#ask Punchie #miraculous changes

[thestalkerbunny]

The divine twins asking Lamb what the sheep be like before their extinction.

I did a thing, short, if you will.

"There was no word for war." 

Aymzall shifted a bit in their Mabaa's lap as they picked the twigs and tiny debris from his wool. It was such a pain, really, everything got caught up in his wool after running around all day. But he didn't like the shearing. It always got so scary when it came time to trim around his face where the shears were the closest to his ears and eyes. Much too scary. So he settled for this, laying in his Mabaa's lap as they picked the stuff out and listening to them talk about what it was like when they were little. 

"There was disagreement. And Squabble. And 'having a fit'. But never war.''His Mabaa continued. "We lived too far away from anyone and everything for it to ever be relevant. Sure we heard stories about people having big fights over land and faith and food-but we always thought it was just stories-This is a stick, this is a WHOLE stick." Lamb held the stick out for Baalzbub to see. 

"That's my magic wand! I stuck in there so I wouldn't lose it!" Aymzall exclaimed, taking the stick and demonstrating. Lamb's hand ran through his wool again. 

"Yes well, let's not keep magic wands in our wool." They muttered quietly and went back to work.

"Mabaa?"

"Aymzall."

"What uhmn.n..What did you eat when you were like uhm.....What was your favorite snack as a kid?" Aymzall inquired, trying to make sure his words and thoughts were organized.

"Well. We ate a lot of vegetables. Like Beets and Cauliflowers and Pumpkin seeds. But we mostly ate grass. So I guess I liked that a lot"

"GRASS? Like the stuff we ate when Shilander accidently set a fire in the barn?" Aymzall exclaimed in shock. "And we had to eat like dirt and stuff?"

"I keep telling you two, that was lightning that burned the barn because it struck the weather vane-don't go spreading nasty rumors. Yes, grass." Lamb flicked something away from his wool and fished out more bark and leaves. 

"We had a belief that grass is what we all shall become when we die so we honor the cycle of life by consuming grass."

Aymzall hummed for a while at the answer, kicking his legs back and forth-only stopping when his Mabaa told him to 'hold still' and 'quit squirming' 

"Mabaa?"

"Aymzall."

"Uhhhmmmm Did.....Did you have like...uhm.....Like......" Aymzall chewed on his lip for a minute. 

"Did you have a leader?"

"We had the council of elders." Lamb replied. "They were the keeper of sacred rituals , admired and wise. They were also very nice and often kept sweets on them. They would teach all the children important things children should know."

"Like what?"

"Well, how to spin yarn, for one." Lamb added another leaf to the growing pile. "We were all sheep so we produced a lot of it as an export. So we had to turn wool into yarn like we do here. And how to knit. And tell us stories with important lessons that we could learn from. And how to have fun and play games." Aymazall frowned a bit. "Not the answer you wanted?"

"No I mean like, did you have someone that went around with a big sword and went hacking and slashing to bring back stuff and supplies like you do, Mabaa?" Aymzall swishing his 'magic wand' around like a sword to emphasize. Lamb laughed softly at this. 

"Well. I wouldn't call what I do 'hacking and slashing' but we did have someone like that. We called him The Ram. He did not live with the rest of the flock, but in a little hut on a hill overlooking the little valley our village was in. He would wander around the outskirts and make sure nothing ever came into the village and would keep up safe." They wriggled their hands at Aymzall. "He would fight wolves with his bare hands and throw them over the hills and wore their soaked pelts as a prizee-his wool was stained the color of rust." They gestured wide and up from the sides of their head. "And he had six great sets of horns that would tower over and he would paint them red with blood."

"Ewwww!" Aymzall squealed excitedly. "Where is he? Is he still out there kicking wolves over hills and doing cool stuff?"

"....Well....." His Mabaa got a sort of soft look in their eye for a moment, that same sort of soft look when one of the elderly in the Flock started getting really tired all the time and they laid down and never woke up again. "Being The Ram was a very very dangerous job. And one day. The Ram got hurt very badly. And sometimes when people are hurt very very badly, they just....don't get better again. So he….went to sleep forever."

"Oh." Aymzall replied quietly. He tapped his fingers together, furrowing his brow. He felt like he did something bad asking about this all of a sudden. He didn't like seeing his Mabaa sad. "Mabaa did I make you sad?"

"Oh no, baby-You could never make me sad wanting to know stuff, never stop asking about stuff." Lamb pressed a kiss to his ear. "I'm just a little sentimental about the past."

"....Do you miss your family and your old flock?" Aymzall felt his Mabaa wrap their arms around them, pulling them close so his head rested on the crook of their neck. It was the sad sort of hug-but he could feel Mabaa's smile against his cheek. A sort of happy sad.

"Every day, my sweet little Aymzall." A kiss was pressed to his cheek as Lamb pulled back to look at him properly. "But now I have a lovely big flock around me, and I have your father and I have you two little rascals-I don't ever have to be lonely again-"

The sound of the door's thick tarp flaps flipping open cut off whatever Lamb was to say next as Narinder made a sudden appearance, his face twisted in mix of annoyance and terror.

"FLEAS. THIS ONE HAS FLEAS!" Narinder exclaimed, holding Baalzubub upside down by his hoof. Unterrified-Baalzubub squealed and giggled. Lamb set Aymzall back up on his feet and hopped up to examine his brother. Lamb gently took Baalzubub from Narinder and ran a cloven hand through his wool and scowled apparently at something Aymzall couldn't see.

"Flea dirt." They muttered quietly. "This could be a very serious problem. Most of the flock have fur, we may have to...." They trailed off-mumbling quietly to his father. Aymzall frowned and walked between his parents and looked up at them both. 

"It shouldn't be a problem, just slap the label 'ritual' on the end of it." His Father had answered to whatever his Mabaa had just said. Lamb set Baalzbub down next to Aymzall and began to reflexively pick at their own wool.

"That's not who I'm worried about." 

Both parents glanced down. Aymzall slowly took Baalzbub's hand with the odd sensation that they were about to start running.

"We're going to have to shear them both." Narinder finally said. "The parasites will have laid eggs in their-NO, YOU TWO COME BACK-" Narinder shrieked as both children bolted off immediately, hand in hand, screaming in terror at the prospect of being sheared and bathed.

#TSB Ask #COTL #Cult of the Lamb #Lamb #Narinder #The Divine Twins #Aymzall #Baalzbub

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Here I go writing crap that like 5 people will be excited about, sigh, oh well, feel free to unfollow if I'm not producing what you want anymore but I just wanna write stuff that makes me excited y'know? Anyway here's a little tease of AN ACTUAL AU - surprise surprise - that is another spooky romp tailored entirely to things that I like)

March 4

The air is cool: crisp, the sort that bites at his cheeks. Spring hasn’t rolled in enough to provide real warmth, and on the skateboard, with the wind beating against his face, it’s even colder. But it’s a straight downhill shot to the shore, taking the road that winds around in sharper turns than most cars are prepared for, and Darby’s heart is hammering hard enough against his chest to replace some of the stolen warmth.

Out in the fog, cutting through the mist that hangs over the full stretch of where the sea whips against the coast, the lighthouse is blinking.

Shit.

He takes the next curve with too much speed and almost flips his skateboard, barely managing to stay upright. It takes some adjusted distribution of his weight to remain moving. The last thing he needs right now is to smear himself along the pavement and break something. One more curve, the longest and laziest of the hill, and the road deposits him down at the coast-hugging old highway lit by a few sporadic street lamps. He hops the curb, twists, and continues down the painted yellow line until he reaches the stone pathway that leads back into the old keeper’s house and, beyond that, the tower itself.

There’s a figure already there, standing by the metal fence erected solely to keep curious tourists out. Darby kicks off his skateboard, heart in his throat.

“It’s not doing anything,” he says, without greeting, a knee-jerk response.

Two hands go up in the air, a neutral surrender. “Neither am I. Danhausen just came to check.”

Okay. Relief starts to curl through Darby’s veins, though his heart rate stays elevated. He slides in beside Danhausen and they stare out into the fog for a few moments with only the sound of the wind sighing along the rocks to keep them company. It’s a rocky slope down to the ocean, the sort of beach useless for anything other than fishing; this stretch though, no one travels down to with their poles. The locals all know better.

After a minute, Darby sighs. It’s a painful exhale. “Don’t—”

“Danhausen already said he wasn’t doing anything.” Danhausen shrugs, his mouth thinned. “But if things go poorly…”

“Yeah, I know.” He does. He’s so very aware. Darby throws an arm back to scratch at the nape of his neck. “It’ll be fine. Coast Guard is enforcing the no-sail space. And tourist season won’t pick up til June. We’ve got months to calm it down.”

“Can you?” Danhausen asks. The question rings genuine, and that’s probably the worst part.

“I’ll figure something out. Just don’t…” He doesn’t gesture at the pathway out to the lighthouse, to the bricks that they had carefully reassembled in the still hours of the morning all those years ago. He’s still afraid to draw attention to the failsafe, just in case. Just in case the tower has more eyes than they’d ever anticipated.

“Danhausen will not do anything until it’s unavoidable.”

Darby nods. “Thanks.”

“But,” Danhausen begins, turning to face him. He must have noticed the glow as he was taking his face paint off, because there’s a swipe of it along his jaw still, overlooked. His eyebrows hike high. “This is probably a bad sign.”

“Everything with you is a bad sign.” Darby sighs again. “Fuck.”

Danhausen doesn’t admonish him for the language—he knows better, learned it’s useless. “Darby, look at the lights. You can’t—”

“Yeah, I know.”

Danhausen shakes his head, then glances back to the fog and the yellow light piercing through the murkiness, on and off. Short, short, long. Long, short. The glow reflects on his face, illuminating his features. Normal. It’s always amazing that he looks so normal. Sometimes, Darby even forgets.

Until times like this, anyway.

“Well,” Danhausen says, and pushes away from the fence. “Keep the tourists away.”

“It’s fine. It’s only March.”

“Spring break,” Danhausen says.

Fuck. Darby hadn’t factored that in. “Who would come here, anyway? Boring fucking place. No beaches. They all go south. Hit Mexico. Get in the bars underage.”

“Don’t stay here all night,” Danhausen warns.

Darby nods. “I won’t.”

Danhausen leaves Darby standing by the fence alone, and Darby curls his fingers in through the twined wires, his forehead settling against the barrier. As the lighthouse starts up another round, he taps the pattern against the metal. Four short. Two short, one long. One long, one short. Two long, one short. Short, long, short. Long, short, long long.

Fuck.

He pushes back, but keeps his eyes on the glow as he grabs his skateboard again. Fuck. Darby starts off down the old highway, kicking at the pavement to get speed, but his thoughts stay behind with the tower perched on the surf-beaten rocks and the word repeated, over and over, blink by blink.

H-U-N-G-R-Y

#its spooky fic time!!!!! #i know i know people dont come to fandom for sprawling horror AUs #but i just want to write stuff that makes me excited haha

[woltourney]

ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 3

Merle Rouge (@vamp-galactica) v. Sori Salbari (@khajiitclaws)

Merle Rouge:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Merle Rouge, She/Her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Roegadyn

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Warrior

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Famfrit

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Merle lived in a small fishing village on an island just a little ways off the coast of La Noscea, but had never gone to the mainland! Her father abandoned her and her mother to go be on the sea, and washed up on shore years later. Merle decided to rebuild his ship with the piece of wood he washed up with and take her mother sailing, but she died of old age before they could set off. She took her mothers ashes with her and set off, running a fishing company off the boat for a while. Then, one morning, she docked in La Noscea only to be approached by a representative from the adventurers guild. Needing a distraction from her woes, she decided to sign up, and found a whole new joy in her journeys. She’s a bright and merry woman with a big heart who fights with all her emotions, never holding anything back. The people she’s met on her travels are like family to her, even the ones she’s only met once. When all the world is your family, you’re never alone, after all! Even through the hardships, she has never considered being the hero a burden- it’s a duty she takes on for the world she loves. She likes to fish, cook, and dance, and considers Ishgard her home despite being a bit of a fish out of water there. As part of her blessing from Hydaelyn, when her warrior spirit is amped up and she’s feeling the heat of battle, her clothing and armor will turn a bright shimmery blue!

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. “There’s so much of me t’love! Seven feet n’ three inches, in fact! WAHAHAHA! I also make a real mean coconut cod n’ I made an Ishgardian tailor rich with all the custom sized dresses I needed!”

Sori Salbari:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Sori Salbari she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqote

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Ninja/Gunbreaker

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal Malboro

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Sori was raised in a small clan in Thanalan until her family was killed by imperials. She fled to Ul’dah and out of desperation turned to stealing and assasin work to make ends meet. She eventually escaped and became an adventurer to try and make up for her past. Originally she felt burdened by the title of hero but grew into the role. Sori is bound by duty and is protective of the things she cared about. She’s learned to trust in her friends and share her burden. The Scions are all very much her family. She’s quiet but blunt and not afraid to speak her mind. She’s very empathetic and tends to see both sides of a situation. With her friends she’s very playful and likes to play pranks and engage in banter. Her favorite activity is to stargaze as she feels at home in the night.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. With so many strong foes, victory will be hard fought. I have not lost a battle yet, losing a battle now is not an option.

#💎 shout #💎 round two