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Fishy Friendships

Scott hated his scales.

Yes, he was surrounded by the sea. Yes, he lived on an island. Yes he had coral in his hair and clinging to his clothes. And yes, he was part of a duo called Mean Gills. All of those things are very fish related, but that didn't mean he wanted to become a fish!

He couldn't change it now, though. He'd fallen to sixteen hours. He'd become a yellow life.

And for some reason, that meant scales were now appropriate.

Staring at his reflection in the sea, Scott ran his hand through the water to disrupt the offending image shown by the water. Glistening blue scales slowly creeping in on his face. They stayed near his forehead, but also went down the side of his head. Luckily his hair could cover most of them, but he would always see them.

His chest ached for reasons he couldn't explain.

He wanted to go swimming. He yearned to swim. For no apparent reason.

Taking a deep breath, Scott dived underwater.

He remembered dying. He was swimming, swimming as fast as he could, desperate to get away. Jimmy was hot on his trail. If he didn't act fast, Scott knew he would die. So he kept swimming. He swam and swam and swam. His lungs burned. Every muscle in his body screamed in pain. Martyn was close, too. Scott reached out for him, calling out Martyn's name, but all that came out was a garbled mess. Water flew into his lungs. Scott begged Martyn to kill him. He'd watched, helpless, as Martyn and Jimmy fought, shoving, kicking, elbowing each other, all whilst trying to kill him. Scott remembered how both Jimmy and Martyn had called out for him for different reasons. He felt the sword plunge into his heart. He felt it as his time as a green life was gone.

And suddenly Scott was panicking. Flailing in the water, his garbled screams could be heard all the way from the Bad Boys' mansion.

Someone dived into the water. One, no, two people had dived in. Scott couldn't tell who they were. They both looked too similar to each other. Maybe they were just one person. He couldn't tell.

He was being lifted up. Scott let them, no longer screaming in fear. The two people slowly swam up. He was getting closer and closer to breathing properly. Scott didn't even mind the water now. Even though he'd felt nothing but fear moments earlier. God he was a mess right now.

"Scott? Scott! Can you hear me?" He recognised one voice as Martyn's, but it was hard to make out the words. They all seemed to slur and mix, creating a weird linguistic concoction of nonsense.

"Scott, please. L-look at me. I'm sorry. Okay? I-i-if that helps, I'm s-sorry. Just-...please. Look at us, damnit!" Another voice cried out. This one was familiar too, but Scott couldn't place it.

His vision began to clear up.

Standing over him were Martyn and Jimmy.

"Please. Please just...acknowledge you can hear us. I-I need to know if you're alive. Your pulse is weird and-" Martyn's voice got caught in his throat.

Scott groaned. He tried to sit up, but Jimmy's gentle hands guided him back down. "H-hi," Scott offered weakly. Tears bubbled in Jimmy's eyes, and he hugged Scott tightly. Martyn was crying too, but instead was holding Scott's hand, squeezing it every few seconds.

No one moved for a while. Although Scott had recovered now, neither one of the men currently with him moved an inch. He resigned himself to watching the waves lap up at the edges of the Coral Isles. Night had crept up into the sky by now. He could hear the worried shouts of Grian and Joel off in the distance.

Reluctantly, Scott managed to crawl out of Jimmy's vice-like grip and just-...laid there. Not like there was much else to do. When he saw Joel and Grian, he gestured down to Jimmy with a simple thumbs-up directed towards them. The remainder of the Bad Boys visibly relaxed. The two dived into the sea with a faint splash and swam over at a slow pace. Scott knew they weren't slow swimmers. But it was excusable.

Jimmy had fallen asleep. With a nudge, he groggily blinked sleep out of his eyes and looked up at Scott.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out in an instant. "I'm sorry for trying to kill you and- and doing that, but I-I'm scared, I don't wanna die and we don't get a choice and-"

"It's...okay." Scott said in response. He didn't necessarily feel okay, but he could. He could learn to. For now, he'd just pretend.

"Timmy!" Grian clambered onto the island and tackled Jimmy with a hug. Joel followed soon after, slinging his arms around both of their shoulders. "Are you okay? You were gone for ages and we were worried but no death message appeared so-" Grian took a breath. "Sorry. I'm just worked up. Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, I'm exhausted after having to deal with Grian. Don't scare us like that again." Joel said in a playful tone. But it was clear to everyone that it was only there to maintain an act of confidence. In Joel's own, weird way, of course.

Jimmy looked to Scott for permission. He nodded, and Jimmy smiled at the others. As the Bad Boys left the Coral Isles, Jimmy dropped something on the ground.

"Wait, you-" Scott was about to tell him, but Jimmy smiled and shook his head. The Bad Boys disappeared.

Scott knelt down to pick up the item Jimmy dropped.

A poppy.

"You alright?" Martyn glanced up at Scott. He'd almost forgottten about his fellow Mean Gill!

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Is that-"

"Mm-hmm." Scott showed Martyn the poppy. "But, I don't know what it means anymore. So..." Scott walked to the edge of the Coral Isles. Memories flashed up in his mind, memories of him and Jimmy in the first of the Life Games spent together. Each one was closely tied to the poppy and the Pufferish of Peace. But since Jimmy lost the pufferish, Scott was going to lose the poppy.

"Are you sure?" Martyn hurriedly asked.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Scott threw the poppy into the sea.

"My place is with you. Here. On the Coral Isles. Not with him anymore." Scott smiled at Martyn and held out his hand. Martyn took it without hesitation.

It felt nice having a friend.

Korina: *talking about The Doodler*

Sophie: What did he do, draw on his victims or something?

Korina: Yeah, he drew his victims.

Big Ryan and Shane energy.

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HI! I don't know if you do the whole answering questions thing, but I was wondering what some of your favourite moments have been so far (in Voltron)

hey! I’ll totally answer some questions!!

one of my favourite moments has to be when when keith and Hunk are doing their mission and hunk is so surprised by Keith making a joke(season two)

there’s also when they all have the food fight in season one

I definitely have more but I just started to re-watch season three

better yet, it's the same fucking universe (just 5000 years into the future)

Man i fucking knew the style in dai dark looked like dorohedoro, thats the same fucking artist

Clearly, I just can’t get enough. 🎶🦢#DepecheMode 😏😏😏😜

I can't leave the desert so I drew my sona stuck in an actual desert

Feel free to join them.

:>

Now that I have holidays I have an awful lot of free time

The best time to create a Template (?) for double life pearl so I can have an infinite amount of sad inverted Pearls

Apparently you should not flip my art

And here's my first one

It's really fun to do

Shout out to my Papa to let me do it

:>

ok wait i just had this random thought but what if the big bang wasnt the start of everything? what if there was a huge intergalactic war that fucked everything up and we are the out come... what if its like if we had a nuclear war that wiped out people and earth's life had to restart but on a bigger level??? im probably not making any sense but whatever...

Infinity Train Season 2 the last minutes of episode 8 moodboard

Alright y’all, important announcement. I will no longer be updating on this blog. I’ll still be making content! But sadly my phone was hacked and had to be reset. So now all my stuff is gone, including all my stuff for this blog and AU. So I’ve decided to return to my old account start a new blog. Go check out "Coolestzed" that’s my other account, and I’ll start a new fnaf blog. But thanks to all who contributed and supported me with this! I appreciate you all greatly.

LEAVE HUNTER AND HIS COOL NEW MULLET ALONE

Can humans just evolve into being shapeshifters??? Please?? My gender fluid ass wants to be boy or nonbinary please?

Like it could be possible with the way using hormones to transition is becoming the norm, so like... evolve already to make it natural DNA.

Like your still making my appendix and for what?? I don't need it. Give me hormonal shifts that affect my biological appearance bitch

Attack of the starlit ones

Yew dere! I need yew f'r a zec'nd!

Zo, I been ztuck on diz f'r a bit. I wanna give my gimmick a lizp f'r [music], but I dunno whether it be [moozic] or [mewzic]. Whoe'er gitz 'ere firzt makez da winnin' vote, 'coz I don't t'ink 'nuff folkz are gon' zee diz ta 'ave a proper poll.

Batman’s secret identity gets revealed to the public and now when asked about it bruce fully plays into it in a way that makes it sound like an obvious joke.

"oh yes of course i’m the batman, i keep all of my secret bat-gadgets in a secret cave under wayne manor and i definitly love dressing up as a bat during my free time, it’s very freeing haha"

Then batman starts publically beefing with bruce wayne for impersonating him.

"bruce wayne is an idiot and has always been. this is why I never go save him when he always gets himself kidnapped like the incompetent bastard he is"

Somehow this strategy succeed in making everyone stop believing batman is bruce wayne. Except now people think they act like salty exes

Cheka's Uncle Has Got It Going On Male Ver.

author: ChildesFatuiMask

summary:

You see a small lion boy in the botanical garden and return him to his uncle, Uncle Leona. Let's just say he's hot and wants some.

Note: This is the male reader version of my fic with the same title

i picture aglaea's and anaxa's relationship timeline as:

got married, aglaea tops, adopted hyacine, divorced, anaxa made aglaea realize she's lesbian, aglaea made anaxa realize he's gay, devout religious vs fuck the gods hostility + wlw mlm hostility, relationship fades into mutual respect, wlw mlm solidarity

here's a thing inspired by day 6 of dead plate