#this is a starter

[littlestpersimmon]

I just saw you mention Ursula Le Guin in your last answered ask. I’ve been meaning to start reading stuff by her. I want to regardless, but do some of her books have trans characters?

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Okay, let’s see if tech dumb me can do a thing? This little brain barf is curtesy of of this post https://www.tumblr.com/stevieharringtonwifeguy/749745431240671232/human-researchers-not-realising-merfolk-have-a

Loosely tho? Idk.

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Claudia hums softly as she enters her home. Dustin won’t be home for quite some time which means she can get her little surprise nice and situated. The much too small tank in her hands sloshes no matter how gently she moves and she can’t help but to apologize to the little critter she’s carrying.

When Dustin brought home Steve, small, beautiful, gorgeous Steve from the fair she hadn’t been sure. There were ongoing debates if mers were sentient. If the selective breeding that begot the miniature ones owned world wide was ethical. But Dustin had cradled the little plastic bag with the betta-sized Steve so gently. Had great big plans and promised to take wonderful care of the mer. And he had. Hours upon hours of research and care. Steve’s once sickly grey tail now a vibrant yellow. But he was lonely. She could tell.

Mers in the ocean and even rivers swam in schools and pods. They had more than an excitable thirteen-year-old to keep them company. Which is why she went and bought one more. She’s not entirely sure what kind he is. The pet store owner had said he was a rescue. That there was an older one that came with him, and she would be fetching that one as soon as he was healthy enough to travel.

“Don’t worry, Eddie darling, almost there.”

Eddie’s tail reminds her of those little shark-like fish she used to see in WalMart, before the tanks were taken out, smooth and sleek. Like he was made for movement. She hopes they get along. Gently she attaches the pet store tank to the little shelf inside Steve’s twenty gallon tank, the long instilled lecture of letting fish accumulate to new water never leaving her after she once shocked a bag full of fantail guppies in youthful excitement.

“Welcome to your new home, Sweetie.”

[valentin-talbot]

A-Dressed

Time: Rather early in the night, 9th of June Place: Masquerade Ball Status: Open

“I think,” Valentin said, sliding up to the person in his shiny pretty dress that really shouldn’t fit him as well as it did -- thanks to Marian Alvey’s hard work -- and sounding bright and excited, “we should dance.” 

[tattooedmuses]

Open||

Louis just stared at the other with a frown. He didn’t know what to say if he was being honest. He had so many emotions running through them and half of them were not good feelings either. The biggest one was hurt.

“Honestly I can’t believe that I was so stupid to let me guard down and actually trust you. That’s the biggest thing I shouldn’t have done.” He said as he crossed his arms some. “I truly thought that you cared but clearly I was mistaken.” He said with a dry laugh as he looked away from them. “Get your shit and leave. Now. I don’t want to see you.”

[egabdraws]

A soft AU where Solar tries to convince Byul that this is what couples do nowdays (in reality, Yong just wanted to see the lil' hamster dressed like that ㅋㅋㅋ♥)

[junearmstrcng]

the pier was one of june’s favorite places on earth, let alone just in dingle, and she went out of her way to enjoy it every once in a while. whether it was walking along the beach with her headphones on in the summers, listening to def leppard loud enough for everyone to hear, or reveling in the festivities of the holiday season in the winters, nothing beat the oceanside vibes.

case in point: an older gentleman was presently dancing by one of the bathrooms and high-fiving the people who approached him, barefoot despite the plummeting temperatures and genuinely busting a move. for several seconds, june had no words for her fascination with the street performer, if that’s what he was, but her look said everything. eventually, she turned to the person next to her.

“honestly, dingle is fucking lit sometimes,” she remarked in her infinite wisdom.

[sunstreaking]

Ever since they started hearing about halloween, Sunstreaker’s kids have been trying to design their costumes, not that they have the best resources to do so.

Remix is in a purple hoodie he’s stolen from the laundry room and a fluffy orange blanket is held onto his helm by little holes for his finials for his Ross costume. His younger brother stands beside him wrapped in a white sheet with a foam and duct tape muzzle around his natural one, his faceplate is splattered in juice to mimic blood for his costume of Hannibal the Cannibal from a movie in Sunstreaker’s dvd collection that he thought would be about sheep, though he pronounces it as ‘hanniba’. 

It’s not really clear what the youngest two are supposed to be... Honeystar is draped in a sheet in a way that could be seen as ghostlike, but he also has a toy blaster and a stuffed cyberhound. Astrobee is either being an arm for halloween or throwing a tantrum in his alt mode, it’s very hard to tell.