PLASMOID

I love how these are from an Unreality subreddit but to my eye they just read like regular Tumblr shitposts. Did we cross-pollinate or something

"Shadow Lady?" the soft voice of her mother called, warbling through the ocean.

She smiled, zipping through the water toward the sweet song. The muscles in her powerful tail, almost four times as long as her torso, carried her through the currents at a lightning speed. The gem around her neck, connected by a thin chain to the back of her neck, fell flush against her chest as she whipped around rock formations and brushed against seagrass. In a quick motion, she darted into the clam shell leaning against a rock that made her home, doing a quick lap around her startled mom before throwing her hands up and stopping. "I'm here!"

Her mother chuckled. Pink Coral Branch was known to be a gentle giant, as tall as a hydrothermal vent but as warm as a summer ocean current. Her large hand wrapped around her tiny daughter, bringing her close to her chest. 15 feet of human, 15 feet of tail, all boundless love.

A nameless tune drifted through the water, coming from Pink Coral Branch. Shadow Lady tried to join in, though her notes were off-pitch and her inflection sloppy at best.

"One day, child, you will grow as tall as this reef, and be responsible for the life in it." Pink Coral Branch said. "Your top half will be as long as your tail, and your voice will become something very special."

Shadow Lady held up her necklace, feeling a small tug at the top of her spine. Pink Coral Branch reached for her own necklace. "Do you know what's in here?" She took it off her neck and put it in Lizzie's hands, though it was almost larger than her upper body.

"It's our voice!" She said, grinning up at her mother.

Pink Coral Branch nodded, then took the necklace and weaved it back over her head. "When the necklace grows off your neck, you must keep it safe at all times. It will be how you sing, how you beguile, and how you put on a human skin. Never lose it."

Shadow Lady clutched her necklace in both hands, close to her chest. "I will never."

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Lizzie sighed dramatically, smacking her face into her arms. "I hate it here."

@baosci @whiver-wyverncat y'all i think my brain did something O-O

All credits to baosci for the AU

Literally yes

steals for the fic again

I like to imagine that the Bambloozers just roughly translated their names from how sirens names work to human english

thats so much more interesting than my idea LMAOOO i was thinking they probably just picked random ones they thought were nice 😭,,,

Lizzie picking hers because she heard it once and thought it was cute,,, id like to also think that jimmy kept trying to name himself stupid stuff so lizzie gets fed up with it and just tells him to name himself jimmy,,, scar just taking a look at himself and going "hrmmmmmm yes this will be a great name" 😭😭

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

fellas is it neurotypical to want your online friends to be able to hear your noises

I need to flex my writing fingers

While rewriting my WIP chapter. I need to play with the brain.

Send me 5-10 word Life Series prompts in my asks and I'll make something about the length of a drabble. No smut otherwise go wild. Also I do better with serious stuff but wouldn't be opposed to attempting something relatively cracky.

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

Meanwhile, just across the street and sides of the law...

The Clock Cafe

Allegedly run by one of the oldest crime families in the country as a money laundering front, the Clock Cafe is well-loved for its affordable drinks and signature decorated cakes — the icing designs are exquisite, and they can be yours for the low, low price of your shoes. Presently across the street from the Bad Boys Bakery, though the Clock Cafe was here first. 

Cleo [last name unknown]: Single mother of two rambunctious adult sons, she mainly handles the back-end work of the cafe and is rarely seen at the front. Her hostility towards the Bad Boys is more due to Grian’s effect on Scar than anything else. Suspected to have blackmail material on the rest of the underground, though she’s clearly not above bending the rules herself. Cleo has definitely not committed tax evasion, and any reports of necromancy are simply because she’s a great enjoyer of Halloween.  Scar Goodtimes [that cannot possibly be his real name]: Barista, cashier, and face of the Clock Cafe, Scar is easily the most recognisable owner. He shares the work of making the cafe’s iconic cakes with his brother and is always waiting at the counter to serve customers with a smile. He also has a crush on Grian, the grumpy baker from across the street, but he's being very subtle about it no matter what Bdubs says. Bdubs wouldn't know subtlety if it hit him in the face, anyway — Scar knows this because someone taped the word ‘subtle’ to their oven doors the other day. Scar also updates his reputation board daily. No one's quite sure what it means. Bdoubleo “Bdubs” Onehundred [I beg your pardon?]: Resident baker at the Clock Cafe, Bdubs is the reason for the frankly ridiculous collection of clocks and watches that covers the walls of the cafe. His eye for piping is unmatched, and also black and blue from hitting himself in the face with an oven door. Bdubs can usually be found either working on his next masterpiece, yelling affirmations at his plants so they grow better, or sleeping on the closest horizontal surface. 

The Clock Cafe is a beloved family-owned business situated in the heart of the city. Come in and relax with a lovely hot chocolate, or admire the towering cathedrals that are, in fact, cake. We only accept cash. Stop by soon, and have a great day! 

Was curious how far Ithaca was from troy today while listening to epic the musical and rereading the illiad and I found this map

I think odysseus would have been better just to walk😭