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isaac fischer, i'm different than before, i won't cry on the road i've chosen.

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[isaacfischer]

evangelos-kaligaris:

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me like I kick puppies?”

“Cause you look someone who knows someone, who might know another someone, who kicks fish and not puppies, and I’m not entirely sure I’m okay with that.” 

[isaacfischer]

logan-bjorgman:

Logan hadn’t even considered the idea that Isaac would’ve come back to WDA. He hadn’t thought he’d ever see him again, especially not now. He hadn’t thought to glance to see who might be watching his and his dead fish. “Isaac?” Logan asked quietly, his features softening for a split second as he saw the face of his dear friend. “Maybe a little bit.” He shrugged, slightly annoyed that was the first thing Isaac had said to him. “What did I do? I didn’t do shit! I guess fish don’t do well when travelling on airplanes.” He tried to pull his hands away, to no avail, “Fuck, let go of Isaac!” Logan muttered, without realizing that he’d revealed the name of his fish to his friend. 

“Isaac.” Grin formed for a mere minute as he simply repeated his name to confirm his identity. “Did you forget how cute I am?” Playful despite his heavy handed attempt to retrieve the dead fish from the others hands, childish nature apparent even in the situations that he had believed to be serious. “I survived on many airplanes, did you put him in a bag -- you did a Darla on him, didn’t you?” Dramatic gasp leaving his lips at the sudden revelation, only causing him to tug with much more intensity than he had done previously. Slight distance created at the other’s mutter, hands still remaining firmly grasped to Logan’s, but his fight had ceased momentarily while he had allowed the words to sink in and only increasing his confusion rather than enlighten him. “How can I let go of me? I’m not holding onto me, I physically can’t let go of myself.”

[isaacfischer]

forrestfull-bailey:

“A hand stuck in one?” She let out a small, amused laugh now, having missed Isaac’s antics. “Yeah, they’re tricky. And there are socks for your head! But they aren’t called socks! They’re called bean bags, or something.” Bailey shook her head, in wonder. At Isaac’s surprise, Bailey offered him a small smile, shaking her head again. “It’s okay. Really. I just- thought maybe i had done something wrong. Or… Something had happened. But i’m glad you’re okay.” She said genuinely. His words about forgetting stung slightly, but Bailey masked it quickly. She had no right to be upset, after all. “Black and white thing? That sounds awful. Are you okay? What was it?”

“Are you telling me that you’ve never had a hand stuck in a sock?” Dumbfounded, gaze dropping to his feet before jolting back towards his hands, realising that such a problem had been solely isolated to him. “Socks for your head?” Cheeks swiftly clasped by his hands at the thought, patting thoroughly across his features before settling at pinching his nose. “How do you breathe with a sock on your head?” Fingers threading through his hair as he processed the information, but conclusion leaving him empty handed and with hair standing on edge. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. It was me, I -- it doesn’t matter, just know it wasn’t you.” Hands shifting from around her to find their place at opposing sides on her jaw, gently patting down over her hair and giving her the largest grin he could muster before allowing his hands returned back to his sides. “I’m fine, but I don’t know what it was, all I know is it sprayed me and stunk for days, even in fish form.”

[isaacfischer]

thorxson:

“I know of this fish.” Calder said, with a nod, as if to confirm Isaac’s identity. “We use you as bait fish. To get the bigger fish.” His eyebrows furrowed together, still confused, but warming up slightly to this weird fellow. “I said i’m a God.” Calder said, slightly defensively. “And so does my father, the noble Thor Odinson.” He nodded, slightly absently now. “Yes, my muscles are very big and impressive. I could probably kill two sharks with my bare arms if i wanted.”

Raise of an eyebrow had brought Isaac taking a step backwards, eyes darting up and down the other before settling on his face, blinking with a blank stare. A few moments passing before his lips had finally parted, “I’m telling my mum on you.” Head turning off to the side, continuation of his further inspection, confusion evident painted over his features. “You’re a God? Shouldn’t have one of the yoo-has?” Hand waving above his head, attempt to hint towards a halo that had his finger moving in a circular motion, remaining bewildered yet highly intrigued. “No, no crushing the sharks. The sharks had pledged that fish are friends and not food, plus I had a good friend that’s a shark and if you crushed her -- well, I’d tell my mum again.”

[iboh]

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[isaacfischer]

logan-bjorgman:

Logan cursed under his breath repeatedly as he walked down the halls with a dead, wet goldfish lying in his hands. “What the fuck are you looking at?“ He asked, barely looking at the other person in the hallway. Knowing they were there was enough to bother him. "Can’t a guy put his fucking fish to rest without some ass staring him down? I’m in mourning, leave me alone.” He wasn’t sure what to do with it, but he knew that all drains led to the ocean or some crap like that, and he felt like flushing his dead fish down there would just make him feel like he was polluting the water. 

View opening up in front of Isaac that he hadn’t expected, squinting at the male for several seconds before he had come to the realisation that the similarity to his best friend hadn’t been a coincidence, and it had in fact been Logan ahead of him. Instinct reaction had brought him to take a jump forward, caught midway with his arms opened and lips parted to scream out when the other had spoke. “For the love of Triton, you have gotten grumpier.” Exasperated sigh that had mimicked the older fish that lived on the reef, arms falling with huff back to his sides. A few moments longer before his gaze settled on the fish in his hands and the statement that fallen from his lips. “What did you do?!” Final step forward, bringing him to attempt to pry the fish from Logan’s hands. “You made the poor thing go belly up!”

[isaacfischer]

angelsdear:

Isaac’s search for a tail that had been non-existant proved to be somewhat comical, gaze alight with undeniable humour while witnessing his movements. It had taken a great deal of time to grow accusomed to the lack of her own – shift from dog to human, much harder to maneuver than originally anticipated. Regardless of the normality that had come of it, there were often time’s she still experienced suprise. “Cats have terrible taste.” The sheer mention of such an animal led to the furrowing of her eyebrows, a distate that still lingered despite her form. “Fun to chase, but generally irritating.” After thought of sorts, and one that hadn’t been nessercary voiced for the sake of another. An odd sense of discomfort in the face of his individed attention, a strange falter in her usual unwavering confidence. “You can keep your algae, there’s nothing wrong with dog biscuits.” His laughter infectious despite it’s loud volume and her need to depend her own choice, grin widening of it’s own accord. She’d succesfully taken several steps backwards before his voice registered, mere seconds away from turning in the opposite direction. “Shrimp doesn’t like being called shrimp.” A response that had fallen from her lip’s before his hand locked around her wrist, gaze dancing briefly between the grip that had stilled her, to his features. For a moment she settled for silence, cheeks puffed out quite unattractively before releasing the breath several seconds later – a mixture of both confusion and humor present. “You’ve completely lost me.”

“I’d say cat’s have great taste if they want to eat me, I mean -- look at me, I’m adorable.” Hands coming to form a flower underneath his chin, fingertips bouncing repeatedly off his cheeks and after a few moments, had settled with his hands firmly place to either side of his face. “Cats are worse than jellyfish and that’s saying something, jellyfish are the worst -- you can’t pet them without getting stung, and you can’t pet a cat without getting eaten.” Distaste evident, lips forming into a tight pout on the thought of both, a nightmare situation that he hadn’t wished to enter for much longer. Attention that lingered on his own thoughts had swiftly shifted, smile forming without a second of thought, taunting almost as he brought himself a step further and lowering himself to her level. “If there’s nothing wrong with dog biscuits, then why do they have dog in them? Why would anyone want to eat a dog?” Question that had brought him backwards, removing himself from the personal level of space, yet mildly tempted to stay wired to her side. “Then what does shrimp want to be called?” A sincere question that had fallen from his lips, realisation that the female’s name had escaped him entirely, although well aware that his chosen name of shrimp wouldn’t filter out any time soon. Regardless of the fact that she had turned to spare him a moment of attention, his fingers had failed to release from her wrist and in turn, had tightened ever so slightly. Her puffed out cheeks in response to him had caused his smile to form to a cheek aching volume. Cute. The first word that had come to mind before she had let the air release, but it hadn’t deterred his original thought. “Prove you aren’t a shrimp, Queen Shrimp.”

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puppy overload!

[isaacfischer]

angelsdear:

A response that brought about genuine suprise, unfathomable how something she had posessed her entire life, seemingly appeared fasinating to another. An answer in itself Angel concluded, gaze travelling over her own shoulder despite being fully aware that her tail no longer resided there. Her iris’ returned to him several seconds later, eyebrow quirking momentarily before her scrunched up expression returned. “Eat you? You don’t look like you’d taste that great – maybe they don’t have a very good taste in food.” She’d stepped closer then, scrutinizing eye’s dancing across his features before a prominent grin tugged at her lips. “I’ll stick to dog biscuits.” A conclusion reached with a small audible laughter, retreating to her prior position in a matter of seconds. Her finger’s remained loosely locked around his, hesitant to release her hold despite the skinship out of weariness that he would only return to his previous activity. “Well, this shrimp doesn’t want to talk to you.” Counterattack that finally led to the release of his hand, proceeding to take several steps backwards.

Hands patting himself down, Isaac’s wish to find a tail that extended past his lower back fed him to continuing his wish, although he had outwardly spoken against. No attempt made to shield his search, hands only pausing in their motion once he had allowed his attention to set once more on Angel. “Trust me, I’d probably taste delicious, but I don’t want those inky cats chewing me up.” He had leaned forward by instinct, gaze narrowing in on the female that had examined him, eyes darting over seemingly delicate features that hid the fiery nature that seemed semi-dormant underneath. “I think you might need to try some algae, dog biscuits don’t sound like they’d be all that pleasant.” His own laughter had followed hers, making no resistance to lower his volume even at the few heads that had turned in response, gaze entirely focused on the female in front of him to pay a single slither of attention. However, he had been swiftly become defeated once his hand had been released and cause his grin to falter to authentic shock. “Shrimp has no choice.” A few long strides had taken him back to his former distance, however this time, it had been his fingers that had found their way around her slim wrist and placing a slight amount of force to bring her to him. “Unless the shrimp proves she isn’t the Queen of the Shrimps and that she is the unshrimpiest here.”

[sugutie]

punishment number 1

[isaacfischer]

angelsdear:

“I’d have spent the rest of my life aimlessly chasing my tail, if it wasn’t for you.“ The evident sarcasm still lay there, crystal clear within each word that fell freely from her tongue. However, his percular nature made it impossible to show malice, prior statement radiating a matching level of humour – lip’s morphing into a smile regardless of her fruitless attempts to supress it. A short lived expression in the face of his consistant need to interfere with her costume piece, features scrunched up as her fingers locked loosely around those of his own in order to still his repetitive movements. "I’m not a shrimp.”

“I’m not sure if I saved you from a boring life or a great one because I wish I had a tail to chase.” Head turning to look over his shoulder, pushing himself free from the table he had been perched on and half expecting to grow a tail at the thought of one. Movement only bringing disappointment, light sigh leaving his lips and allowing his frame to sink back into his former position. “Maybe I don’t want a tail -- some with tails try to eat me anyway.” Click of his tongue in attempt to remain ignorant to the momentary desire, grin only moments away from the disappointed that had filled out his features. Only extending his happiness at the grasped hold of his fingers, lips forming an ‘o’ in response before brought into a smile much larger than before. “Well you sure are acting like a shrimp.”

[isaacfischer]

forrestfull-bailey:

“Tell me about it. And finding 8 socks? A- a nightmare!” At Isaac’s expression, Bailey wondered if maybe she had said the wrong thing. However, at his words, she felt herself blush. “I - you’re pretty cool yourself.” She replied swiftly, easily. Her heart squeezed, remembering how being close to Isaac had felt. “You don’t need to be sorry just- um- maybe… Say goodbye first, next time?” Bailey asked, softly, half teasing. As they hugged, it was slightly awkward, although Bailey refused to let it stay that way. As she pulled back now, slightly, his arms still locked around her, she laughed. “That’s not exactly what i meant. You- you smell good. Familiar. Warm.” Safe.

“You’d be going around sockless, but I wouldn’t complain about that too much -- those things are tricky, do you know how many times I’ve gotten a hand stuck inside one? Too many times.” Hand raised out in front of him, counting along on his fingers before giving in to his attempt to answer his own rhetorical question. “I didn’t say goodbye?” Shock that had been painted on his features that had been entirely false, but his guilt had led him to lie under the pretense of a stunted memory. “I swore that I did, I’m sorry. I meant to, I guess I just forgot.” His words slow once a new guilt had settled in, the continuing need to lie, although fully intending to say his goodbyes before departure, yet had taken fear and decided to run. He had mustered up a large grin after a moment, choosing not to linger any length of time on his misleading statements. “I’m glad I smell good, I had a run in with this black and white thing that sprayed me with something real gross.”

[isaacfischer]

thorxson:

“You are not a fish. I eat fish. You are a boy. A strange one.” Calder stated, confused as to what this man was talking about now. Was it some riddle? Maybe this boy was Loki in disguise. Calder squinted at him suspiciously, trying to figure him out. He straightened up, to his full height, “It certainly does not look like a tadpole.” Calder defended, heatedly. “A tadpole would be lucky to even come close to my size.”

“I am a fish, I’m a regal blue tang. A strange regal blue tang, although my mum told me not to listen to people who call me strange, good sir.” Somewhat exasperated and mildly offended, Isaac had forgotten that he hadn’t in fact been in his true form. Hand following along his frame without hesitation, no realisation coming to him that he hadn’t been a few inches long nor blue. “Who said you’re a God, I said they look like tadpoles, but you’re bigger than three whales put together -- plus two sharks, and a dolphin.”

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[jeonbase]

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[isaacfischer]

planejanedarling:

Jane raised a furrowed brow. Surely the boy knew her question was rhetorical…or maybe not, it seemed, as he offered her the phone number of a mind-reader. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll pass. I’ll figure it out on my own…”

Isaac’s gaze had narrowed in, hand already halfway in his pocket to retrieve his phone when she had aired her rejection and causing a grumbled sigh in response. “Are you sure? I swear he can help, he helped me remember where I left my shoes once.”