Im like vaguely thinking about among us morning lobby smut but only vaguely. Sometimes i see a clip or scene and im like "ooo that could be juicy" and then i let it go
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Cherish lives in the Colosseum’s pipes and water systems.
It’s probably one of the safest places in the southern ocean; men only bother with the pipes when they are broken (and cherish tries her best to keep them functioning so they don’t come barging through her home) and mermaids, most sensibly, keep away from the damned arena, so theres no chance of any ousting from them. She is very proud of her home, the pipes are extensive and pass through the whole, huge building, and with her cartilage bones, she can squeeze into most areas of the colosseum without trouble. She has never been caught, she is quick and wary and brave.
But she is young and believes still, that she could never be caught.
Cherish isn’t troubled by what goes on in her home. She is aware of the arena, and what it means for those inside but hey, at least she’s not in there, so.
Not her problem.
For a living, she catches fresh fish and seafood, selling the produce to the market at the docks, disguised in a skirt she stole from a fishwife. No one suspects a thing, she’s gotten very good at the human walk now, you can hardly tell that it’s tentacles moving her around on land. she cut the pockets of the skirt to allow for some sneaky pickpocketing as she wanders the market, looking for the next stall to use her pay. She never buys anything sensible, no food or medicine. she can hunt for her own food, look after herself.
she likes human stuff, she often patronises the second hand stalls, finding odd trinkets and doo-dads to decorate her home.
her family had always been fascinated by humans, and even though they were all gone now, possibly by the hands of two legs, Cherish could not stop her curiosity and wonder at what the creatures could create.
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one of the best ways i’ve found to combat that inherent depressive pessimism without veering into toxic positivity territory is simply the phrase “i’m open to the possibility”
this particularly works with anything negative i’ve forecasted. “i woke up feeling like shit today, so my day is gonna suck” isn’t a particularly helpful thought, but “it’s a great day to be alive!!!!!” feels hollow and insincere when i have a pounding headache & am running on three hours of sleep
instead i’ll tell myself, “i really don’t feel good right now, but i’m open to the possibility that coffee and breakfast might perk me up a bit.” or “i’m in a lot of pain today, but i’m open to the possibility that my workday might still have fun parts despite that”
sometimes, when your impulse is to slam the door on anything good, but you’re not exactly up to going out & hunting it down yourself, leaving the door open just a crack makes all the difference
Always remember you don't know the future! Things could suck even worse than you expected, but they could also be much better, and you can't make up your mind what it'll be like before you see for yourself.
"I'm open to the possibility this won't entirely suck."
"This sounds awful but I could be surprised. I'd love to be proven wrong."
"My hopes aren't high but I guess we'll see."
This is the mentality behind "expect the worst but hope for the best," behind cynical optimism. It's being prepared for everything to go wrong, but keeping that door cracked with a spark of hope in the back of your mind that—you know it won't happen all the time, it doesn't change your expectations, but hopefully sometimes you'll be pleasantly surprised. And when opportunities happen, you're less likely to pass them by, and more willing to see where they go.
tgcf inspired thingy. launches it at u and runs away.
Ken is not freshly ascended, but she is foolish. This, she has been told since before she was a god, and she is stubborn enough to never change her own foolishness. And while she has no real reason to pick bones with Calamities, this purple flower guy or whatever his name is, is really fucking with her style.
A god of clever escapes and path forging, bleeding believers to a ghost! She really, really is going to kick his ass about it. What can a ghost do for humans anyway? She mulls over it as she descends to the earth, cheeks reddened with frustration. She picked through a few human dreams to figure out where this guy hangs out, and the answer she got was some cave.
Really!? Ken feels like she’s losing her mind as she finds the entrance. Stupid cave. Stupid ghost. Stupid Calamity that does nothing but vex Ken.
She enters the cave.
So, the cave might not actually be just a cave. It weaves in endless tunnels and paths that leave Ken dizzy. Her memory is sharp, so she takes careful note of every turn she makes.
"Little god," a shadow whispers. Ken jumps out of her skin, turning around sharply. "You should leave here. It's not safe."
"Who's there?"
A boy walks out of an alcove, pale skinned and skinny as a twig. He looks like he's been lost in there for a long time.
"What are you doing in here?" Ken asks, patting over the boys shoulders and cheeks. He's taller than Ken, but she doubts he's even close to beokg older than Ken was when she ascended. "Let's get you out of this place."
“I’ve been lost for weeks. . .” the boy’s eyes seem hollow, and Ken clicks her tongue. “I came to ask for help from the ghost that lives here, but I wasn’t smart enough to make it through his maze.”
“There’s no need to look towards a ghost when there are hundreds of temples who will take you in” Ken scolds, taking the boy’s hand and tugging him. “Come, come, let me get you out.”
The boy follows diligently, footsteps airy behind her.
“The temples. . . they don’t take kindly if you’re empty handed. The ghost here, he doesn’t ask for much.”
“What? What could he ask for? Anything is too much when it's to a ghost from a human.”
“Just a love story.”
Ken pauses, and the boy stumbles and crashes into her back. She turns to give him an incredulous look.
“A love story.”
“Yes. This ghost, he is a ghost of love.”
“A ghost of love.”
Ken doesn’t mean to parrot back everything the boy says, but the boy smiles a bit, clearly amused by Ken’s obvious befuddlement.
“That’s what everyone says.”
“That’s dumb,” Ken starts to walk again, finally seeing the light of day squirm its way into the paths. “Who ever heard of a ghost of love?”
“That’s what everyone here says. That he was very in love, and that he is very clever, and he can solve any problem as long as you tell him a love story.”
Stupid, Ken thinks, but she keeps her mouth shut. The sun feels like a kiss to the face when they exit together. The boy looks no less pale in the light, but he basks in it all the same.
“Thank you for your help, little god. I can find my way home now. But you should be careful here.”
A cold seeps out from the mouth of the cave. Ken shivers. Something heavy lays just at the borderline of the entrance, something that wasn’t there before, and she recalculates her choices. She has to come more prepared than this, considering that it took her hours and she still failed to find the ghost she was trying to curse.
“Thank you for your advice.”
Ken escapes back to the heavens.
Wifies watches the little god return to the heavens. This juvenile form is one of the better disguises he has, and it has worked once again beautifully. He stretches out, black veil unfurling over his face once more. Better to keep meddling gods out of his business as much as possible.
He flexes his hand, still warm with the residual heat from the god’s grip.
“Indeed, who ever heard of a ghost of love?” he chuckles.
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