itsomgitsgreenblogging asked:

For a prompt, I would love to see some Kija-Nii and Baby Bro Shin-ah interaction. Maybe they go on a misadventure hunting or fishing or something.

Kija tapped his hand against his leg, nervous. With his first attempt talking with Shin-ah didn’t do so well, he was uncertain of how to approach the shy boy. He wanted to take care of him, show them that they were brothers in arms and to show him so much more of the world outside of his caves.

“Not that you have that sort of experience,” he muttered to himself. He wasn’t sure he was the best one for his little plan, but he had watched as Yun had taught the princess how to fish (the princess, fishing! She shouldn’t have to do such menial tasks) and he thought perhaps, maybe—he could do something of the sort with Shin-ah.

Still, he was the older brother it was his duty to care for him. Such a misguided soul, who didn’t even know who the dragons were. Locked away.. made to feel ashamed—it was terrible. While he didn’t like the mud or the bugs or anything else really in the outdoors, he could prove himself. He edged closer to Shin-ah, watching the boy feed something to his little squirrel.

“Ho… how did you get the name Ao?” Kija asked softly, as to not startle him, but Shin-ah was already looking up at him as he approached. He had very good senses, not just his eyesight. Shin-ah petted Ao, who scrambled up into the fur that he wore.

“He was… someone special,” Shin-ah whispered. He looked down again, fingers tightening against the ground and Kija wanted to kick himself. This was not how it was supposed to go.

“I… oh—well, that’s good,” Kija forced his voice to be bright. “Shin-ah—have you ever gone fishing—other than diving into the water?” Kija shifted from one foot to another. The last thing he wanted was Shin-ah running away again and getting cold from trying to appease them.

Shin-ah stood up and pointed towards the east. “River is there,” he said softly. He tilted his head , waiting for Kija’s next words.

Kija took a deep breath. “Would you like to learn how to fish?” he asked. “I… I learned from Yun when he taught Yona—” he smiled brightly. “And wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to bring fresh fish to the princess so that she doesn’t have to work herself to get it?”

Shin-ah hesitated and then nodded slowly, a blush faintly visible beneath the mask. Kija beamed. He found the one thing that he could relate to Shin-ah on; a desire to protect Yona at all costs, their master. Maybe he could ever talk to him about what it meant. Yona didn’t seem to really have a clue and Shin-ah should know.

“Then good! Let us go and bring back something for a delicious meal!” Shin-ah let Kija bounce along ahead of him, but pulling bits of sticks and vines. Once they got near the riverbank, he squatted down and fished among the mud, holding up several worms. “For the fish,” Shin-ah explained.

Kija took a deep breath, feeling the blood drain from his face at the sight of the wiggling creatures. He staggered backwards. He could be brave for Yona and he had to set a good example for Shin-ah, for his younger brother. He squeezed his eyes shut when Shin-ah handed him a branch, cleverly strung with vines and a worm dangling at the end.

“You… you’re quite good at this already, Shin-ah,” Kija said in surprise.

Shin-ah shook his head. “Watched before,” he said. He patted the ground next to him. Kija eyed the mud and the worms with extreme misgivings and sat down gingerly, his skin crawling the entire time at the thought there were so many creatures around him that had no business interfering with this moment.

Kija took a deep breath and dangled his line over the water, letting it drift. This wasn’t so bad. Not so bad at all… when something dropped from the trees and onto his head, he lost all pretense of calm, screamed and backpedaled and fell into the water, sending up a tremendous splash.

It was not long later that Yun found the both of them, wet and shivering on the bank, several fish beside them at least for their troubles and Ao happily eating one of the spiders that had sent Kija into a frenzy.

Kija sighed. This time did not turn out as he planned, but there was always another. Shin-ah patted his shoulder and he could have sworn he saw a hint of a smile.

Maybe it wasn’t a total waste, after all.

In the Month of May
by Robert Bly

In the month of May when all leaves open,
I see when I walk how well all things
lean on each other, how the bees work,
the fish make their living the first day.
Monarchs fly high; then I understand
I love you with what in me is unfinished.

I love you with what in me is still
changing, what has no head or arms
or legs, what has not found its body.
And why shouldn’t the miraculous,
caught on this earth, visit
the old man alone in his hut?

And why shouldn’t Gabriel, who loves honey,
be fed with our own radishes and walnuts?
And lovers, tough ones, how many there are
whose holy bodies are not yet born.
Along the roads, I see so many places
I would like us to spend the night.

everyone on this website proper bums off aliens but then always say shit about how they hate deep-sea fish, like, what are you gonna do if we find aliens and they look like deep-sea fish huh??? what then?? you gonna stop carin about aliens suddenly?? beggars cant be choosers dude

vermilion-city-gym asked:

First fish ever? Who's your oldest fish and how old are they?

First fish ever would’ve been the goldfish when I was just a kid. I must’ve been… I don’t know… 10? so, naturally, that was a time well before Tumblr and even when search engines were kinda just becoming a thing… and the fish weren’t cared for at all, RIP. The four I remember most were Blossom, Daisy, Mayflower, and Jeff. (I just realized how amusing the naming scheme was.)

Then again, when I was 20, I tried my hand at fish while in college. I was very ignorant and, again, goldfish suffered because of it (and I still feel wretched to this day; I’m so sorry, babies).

Then, when I was 22, I got my first betta, Yukio. I actually finally did some research for the guy but nowhere near as much as I should’ve. I had this guy just a year before Tumblr was a thing.

Now, at 29, no fish or any other kind of pet will ever suffer again because of my ignorance. I make it my personal mission to thoroughly do my research in every area of pet care for every kind of pet I have/will have/will never even have. I’ve devoted thousands of hours alone reading up on fish care in particular (and putting it to practice, of course) to make sure I do my very best.

We all make mistakes, and god knows I’ve made many that I will always feel guilty for, but the key is to listen, learn, and keep growing. If you make a mistake because you honestly didn’t know, I am more than happy to work with you if you’re really passionate about improving. If you’re just plain neglectful and cruel, then I have to save my strength and choose my battles.

ANYWAY, the longest living fish I’ve had so far was Ianto, a red veiltail that lived to be 2 ½-years old. He was the face of the blog and the oldest fish yet.


I was on the balcony over the hotel pool when I noticed this man quietly sitting on a cooler with a fishing rod, his Magikarp haul on the table beside him. He was there for at least ten minutes after I first saw him and who knows how long before that, just fishing while people swam around. The last I saw of him he was talking with a woman who had a few other Pokemon plushes, and then he placidly packed all the Magikarp up in his cooler and towed it away.

A+ cosplay characterization.

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