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rawr, fish boy

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Favorite underrated ava/AvM character go!!
UHHH UH UHHH UUUUHTHIS GUY WITH THEIR SILLY DRAWINGS
love that guy. hes so silly
havent done a design for em but i kindof want to now
Haii i saw the commotion over the white haired shark guy :D can you write some hcs about him? I have a feeling he is very stotic and loyal on the outside but type to gush out in secret or on the inside when liking someone...plans dates in their heads and everything but won't say anything of it when meeting..do you get the â¨ď¸V I S I O Nâ¨ď¸?
But ofc id LOVEEEE to see your interpretation!
Thank uuu!đ¤
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âŻâcharacter shark guy x reader âŻâsummary: his feelings for you are too much, and itâs painfully biting at him piece by piece. âŻâw/c 1.5k âŻâgenre hurt/no comfort, angst, unrequited love, fluff (?) âŻâa/n tysm for requesting!! got to work as soon as i saw it!! also the first person to write ab him!! ^o^ made at 3am..
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You enter his aquarium, shutting the door behind you gently. Each step you take keeps you on your toes for a reason you cannot describe, as you let your eyes rest on the sharks and tiny fishes swim in the confinements of this private aquarium. They look so emotionless, deprived of the freedom they once had.
He was staring at his reflection in the transparent glass, his tongue flicking over his metal, sharp teeth as he weighed his own beauty. No doubt he felt incomplete, as if something missing from himself. Running his fingers through his straight, angelic strands, he didnât take his eyes off of himself for a second. In a fit of rage, he banged his fist against the mirror, dissatisfied from what it was portraying. No, he didnât want to be what he was at all. No, he wasnât satisfied being in this body nor was he happy being the one in front of his transparent glass. He opened his mouth wide, inspecting his shark-like teeth once more. Remembering what happened to him made him wince, the pain aching through his body like it did at that day.
A familiar call of his name brings him back to reality as he turns his painstaking gaze to your own more mundane one which showed a hint of concern for him. The white haired man immediately closed his mouth, covering it with his hand. Although it were the worst timing, he didnât attempt to hide a soft smirk at your presence underneath his hands protection.
âJames Lee.â Those two words echoed throughout the wide area, and even the fishes paused their natural instinct to swim and interact, the air becoming still. Perhaps he was slightly betrayed that you didnât dare ask about his own mental distress, or just glad that you were here in the first place. He missed your voice, even though it was dull and held such authority, and your face he wished he could just pathetically make out with. James Lee is an individual he has been waiting for, put in simple terms. And heâd hate to see that cursed name passing your sweet lips.
âItâs all under control.â He spoke solemnly, matching your professional demeanour despite his racing thoughts. You looked so pretty in those straight leg trousers, and that shirt which sat so flattering upon your body. He wished youâd look at him, even once, in a way that didnât meant business in this gang. Is that so selfish to ask for?
Your gaze switched to the dark tiles, yet you sighed before saying anything else.
âPerfect. Things are going as planned, I presume?â
âOne more time?â He asks, but knew damn well he heard you well enough the first time. Just one little snippet of your voice thatâll keep him awake all night, one more.
âThings are going as planned?â You repeated and he nodded like a wet puppy. Finished with this conversation, you turned around, getting ready to leave. Everyday the damn same, if only heâd try something differentâ!
As you walked off, he desperately reached out his hand towards your body, the sharks rushing through the water at impressive speeds, yet their pace slows down frantically as he misses, and your able to walk away before his hand even comes close to you. Falling to his knees, he felt so pathetic. Itâs always the same with him and these stupid emotions he can never seem to regulats. No, he didnât want to be what he was at all. No, he wasnât satisfied being in this body. If he were somebody else, would he have been the once to break this depressing cycle? I want you to tell me. Can he break this somber sequence of events if he could let go of these chains of obsessive love?
Times up â the answer is no. In this world, in this universe heâll stay the being he hated most. One that never changed what they disliked, one that had no courage to do anything they pleased. Is this why he was stuck at second in command? His hands travel up to his locks, squeezing them tightly and messing their order up, each hair flinging to the sides as he tilted his head to to the dull ceiling, a harsh reminder of himself.
My world, wonât you be here for me? Am I really what I think I am? Am I really what I think I am? Am I really what I think I am?
Anything to cope. Would you let me take you out on dates where I can hold you, place kisses on your cheeks and make you laugh like they do on television? He shakily lifted himself up, watching the door that you just left from. Each step felt like a new type of torment, and he rested his head upon the door, his hands gripping and loosening on the doorknob. Before he knew it, tears were running down his face, eyes reddening as his breathes began to become hasty.
Again, he weeps, for hours at a time.
The next day, heâs sat opposite you in a semi-important meeting. As third in command, you strive to be like your leader and do not wish for distractions. But you canât help but feel, not disturbed, yet intrigued at the white haired man a rank above you who cannot take his eyes off of you. Ever so often, his gaze lingers upon your fingers, travelling to your hands which scribble notes upon the paper. As soon as you lift your eyes, he quickly begins to pay attention, click his pen and start writing. What they all have in common is that it shows heâs ashamed to be staring at you. Was there something on your face?
You pulled up your glasses, tapping your foot as they ramble on. Is this a problem, or something thatâll walk out of your life soon? Itâs crazy to think anybody could have a crush on you, as youâve been known to have a bad temperament and a bossy attitude that keeps people within a five meter radius of you. Then why does he come in between the lines yet keep it of them at the same time? â staring from a distance, lips parting when he notices you and the sort.
After the meeting, he walks towards his office, and that esteemed aquarium he holds to value so much. Humming along the way, he keeps his chin up and his stride confident â and that is until he finds youâre tagging along. His demeanour suddenly changes from his dual authoritative one to his cute, scaredy cat look. A hint of pink lingers upon his pale cheeks, as his lips seal shut.
âI was wondering..â You started, studying his flustered reaction. âIf I can skim over your notes. Just in case I missed something, second in command.â
His lips part and tremble as he begins to talk, stiffening his shoulders to appear more collected and relaxed (yet it backfires).
âOf course.â He hands his notebook over, and you open at the bookmark. His eyes lock on how you spread the pages, lift the bookmark and swipe over pages. Suddenly the new lights that have been installed, the floor and his shoes seem so interesting, as he tries to invest his attention elsewhere from your hands and face. Subtly, youâd lift your eyes from reading his neat handwriting to his panicky expression, softly smirking.
âThanks, Iâll be sure to write it down.â You softly spoke, a contrast to what people really think of you. Before heâs even able to get a word out, you walk away, and he can only watch the hypnotic sway of your hips. He wanted nobody to see this embarrassing interaction, therefore he instantly opened and shut the door behind him, covering his face with shame.
This was the first time he couldnât hold himself from wearing his heart on his sleeves, and he wished that you didnât notice his humiliating display. One thing he didnât want to admit is thatâs he always try and look his best in front of you, caring about what you thought most., even though youâd never notice him anyway Looking down at the notebook before him, he could only reminisce on your gentle touch on the pages, only resulting in his heart fluttering more. Only if you could gently swerve your fingers in between his, interlocking them with such tenderness. Only if you place a delicate kiss upon his lips, so he can reciprocate with all the feelings that have been building up for years.
Lilies represent the purity and innocence of new beginnings. Like everything in this world, they possess a deeper nature that represent their delicacy and fleeting beauty evoke unspoken sorrow and heartbreak beyond repair. A unsettling, unavoidable reminder that love is double sided â both sacred, precious and eternal and hateful, selfish and bittersweet. They embody the fragile balance of sweet and bitter emotions, and they choose upon their own will what you will recieve.
Love is like a dice. Unpredictable. Life-changing.
How come he keeps getting a one? Only able to move one space on a board game, while you keep receiving sixes, able to move on as you please. It is only him whom is stuck in the constant state of pathetic mess and corruptive emotion.
shark icon I did for GuardinEden on TH!! :D he don't bite I SWEAR !! hes too cutiepie to commit such a crime.. .
Idk who the fuck u are, but u could be a great vampire

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im so worried abt our relationship like. change. i donât want things to change. i know iâve changed, but iâm still the same with him, iâd be the same with him. i donât want him to leave or to change w us idk :( heâs genuinely such a sweet boy and im so attached to the idea that heâs my salvation? im not sure how to explain that. i just feel less.. ill when heâs talking to me. i feel okay. idk âšď¸
Refs done for my UToc :DD He's called Nix-Ceto. His blaster's don't really have names, but oh well lol.
He's open for asks and such, I also don't mind ocs interacting as well. (also I don't mind others ocs being related to his lore either lol)
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