This little island, perched on coral, has a higher population density than Manhattan. In fact, it’s density is four times that of Manhattan! It is only 2.4 acres in size, yet, it’s home to 1,200 people. Santa Cruz del Islote is a small island in an archipelago off the coast of Colombia. With no water, and electricity just 5 hours a day, why does anyone live here?
Legend has it that about 150 years ago, a group of fishermen from the coastal town of Baru, about 50 km away, were looking for new waters to fish when they stumbled upon this small coral island, sitting low in the waters. As it was too late to return, the fishermen decided to set up camp on the island for the night and were pleasantly surprised to discover that the island had no mosquitoes, a rarity in the area. The story goes that the men slept so peacefully that night that they decided to stay.
So this was part of a not!fic challenge but it ended up as more of a fic than a not!fic, so I’m posting it here. The challenge was to put a trope in my inbox and I’d tell you about the story I’d write. (Honestly, I’m tempted to adapt this and try to do it as orig fic, haha) So enjoy.
It’s harder than you think to get a job in a little podunk town that’s mostly home to fishermen. Dex takes what he can get, and what he can get is a job dishing out lattes and scones at the little pretentious coffee house that vacationing yuppies love to frequent on their way to Maine’s outlet malls. It’s barely a living, but Dex doesn’t need much.
He serves coffee one day to the preppiest of the prep – a luxuriously coiffed writer who tells him that the coffee shop has the perfect atmosphere for inspiration. Dex snorts. This is a guy who wears his stubble purposely rough, to achieve some kind of effect. He probably wears “pre-distressed” clothing (although right now his outfit’s actually really sharp, with this vest over a fuzzy, tight-fitting sweater.)
The writer challenges him. “Come on, you have to have a little poetry in your soul?”
“I sold my soul for a three-dollar latte,” Dex replies.
The man laughs, and goddamn, even his teeth are perfect.
Could you help me out? I recall there being a Japanese myth with a woman named "Tokyo" or something similar, but for the LIFE of me I can't remember the myth or exactly what the woman's name was. I think it might have had something to do with a cliff or the sea, but I might just be getting my wires crossed.
Might you be thinking about Tokoyo?
Once a upon a time, a samurai, name of Oribe Shime, crossed the Emperor. Ill of health and mood, the Emperor exiled the samurai, sending separating him from his daughter, Tokoyo. Tokoyo and her father loved each other very much, and were extremely sad to be separated, so the girl, determined to find her banished father, sold all of her properties and set off on her journey to the Oki Islands, where her father had to live on from now on. Arriving at the old town named Akasaki, Tokoyo asked the local fishermen to give her a hand to the islands, but they all refused to lend her a hand, for it was forbidden to visit those who had been banished, as was assisting those who sought to visit them.
But Tokoyo is, unlike most female figures in Japanese mythology, not known for being kind or flattering to women, a bona fide killdozer genetically built to get what she desires, so she said “I AM JUST GOING TO LUG MYSELF THERE THEN” and then considered the idea of going Beowulf on the sea’s ass and just swimming across, but settled for just getting a boat (she sold her lands, after all). She went to the Oki Islands, but alas, she couldn’t find her father. She asked the fishermen if they knew where he was, but no one would assist her and they told her to cease her snoopin’ if she didn’t want a whoopin’, so Tokoyo activated Presence Concealment EX and eavesdropped on the conversations of the entire town, but alas, she learned nothing of value.
Defeated, Tokoyo wandered and wandered around the local area, and she eventually came across a shrine. After some vigorous praying to the Buddha, she fell asleep right then and there like a good fatherless hobo. It would’ve been a great nap, EXCEPT a crying girl woke her up. “STOP CRYING OR I WILL GIVE YOU REASONS TO C– Oh yo that ain’t cool” exploded Tokoyo as she got up and noticed that the girl had pretty damn good reasons to be crying loudly, considering a Buddhist monk was about to chokeslam her right off a cliff. “DESIST, RELIGION MAN” she bellowed, preparing her powerful spin kick, one of the top ten moves in the Japanese Myth Fighting World, but she stopped as soon as the monk explained himself. “I’d love to not ragdoll little girls off cliffs, I really would, but see, there’s this rather pissed god, Okuninushi, who is going to get Royally Fucking McPissed if we don’t sacrifice this girl to him after he demanded a sacrifice”
Tokoyo was like “eh, let her go, man, I’ll do it, I got nothing to lose”, since she was pretty down about the whole missing father thing and decided, hey, might as well go out with a bang. So she jumped off the cliff while clenching a dagger between her teeth. Oh yeah, by the way, she had no intention of becoming a sacrifice. Psyche, the plan was “just fucking kick Okuninushi’s ass, because what kind of fucking jerk demands little girls as sacrifices?”, because Tokoyo can do more one-armed push ups than you and I combined, and one has to wonder how the hell her loincloth housed her massive balls.
So Tokoyo straight up swims to the bottom of the ocean because her skin is tougher than submarine pressurized plating and oxygen is for pussies, and upon arriving, she found a really nifty cave so she decided to check it out for sweet loot. And sweet loot she did find! Except it was traumatic sweet loot because she found a statue of the Emperor, which she immediately proceeded to demolish with the nitroglicerin-coated jackhammers she calls her bare hands, because she is still pissed about the whole “he exiled my dad” thing, BUT she stops midway and says “mmm actually I could just carry it to the surface”, and so she just tied the things to her back and effortlessly hoisted the big stone statue and started swimming back to the surface, apparently forgetting her initial god-punching schedule. As soon as she made it out of the cave and started swimming back from the bottom of the ocean with a stone statue strapped to her back, however, a gigantic sea snake creature named Yofune-nushi (which was not Okuninushi and was more or less mythology Godzilla) burst out of the cave and began pursuing Tokoyo. Tokoyo tried her best and swam at full force, fearing for her life, to escape from thPSYCHE, SHE TURNED ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DEGREES AND WENT DIRECTLY AT THE MONSTER, stabbing its bitch-ass eye with her dagger and then proceeding to pummel the monster with his dagger and her enormous statue-killing fists until she murdered it. If one were to call this a boss fight, the boss was absolutely Tokoyo, certified boss ass bitch and all around killdozer.
Once she finally arrived at the shore, she was well out of stamina (I MEAN, UNDERSTANDABLY SO), but the monk and the little girl from before were there, and they carried her to the town, where her heroic killing of a deep sea abomination with just a dagger and her Bruce Lee Hands earned her acclaim. Moreover, the act of bringing the statue back from the bottom of the ocean apparently lifted a curse on the Emperor, whose illness instantly disappeared. He learned of the event and somehow knew that what Tokoyo had done was what made him healthy again, so in a fit of joy, the Emperor gave Oribe Shime a full pardon, and thus Tokoyo and her father reunited, living happily ever after and returning to their home town, where Tokoyo presumably continued to bully Godzilla and train Sakata Kintoki in the arts of vaporizing oni ass with one hand tied behind the back on her days off when she wasn’t having a simple and clean domestic life with her pops.
Some say that the city of Tokyo has its name in honor of Tokoyo, an homage to her everything, jesus christ, look at the kind of shit she pulled.
One of the twists I wanted to add was the Werefish monsters. I’m still working on the story behind this but it goes in the direction of a curse or plague or disease fishermen and town folks get. I will share more concepts next week but I want something related to the hair growth… . . what to do?
In fact 32 years ago. Then it wasn’t the present day village crowded by hordes of tourists. It was a small fishermen town where life ran slowly. The quality is low as it’s a scanning of a 32-years-old B&W negative and I didn’t cleaned and processed it.
We’ve enough story going that we think it might be time to open up Brooksvale to other players!
What are we?: Yes, we’re a House, technically, but we plan to focus much more on the town aspect of it. Brooksvale, which is the name of the guild, is a little village in the Hinterlands on the edge of the river. We’d consider ourselves a fishing town, so fishermen and merchants would be a lovely addition! We are also looking to do quite a bit with Argus, so soldier/merc/warrior types are also very appreciated!
Head of House: Currently, Callum Brooks, Isobeau’s older brother, holds the title of Duke of Brooksvale ( @callumbb ) but that is subject to change as story progresses.
Who We’re Looking For: As I mentioned, fishermen, merchants, warriors. Isobeau is a priestess and Callum is a paladin, so definitely Light huggers, but we’re not classist! Bring anyone. We’ve also noticed that some alts of ours have turned the village into a pretty decent music scene!
Where are we? Primarily we’re on discord right now. I’d be more than happy to get you an invite, but we have big plans for in-game RP. The guild has been created in-game and we have an active discord server. There’s only a few of us, but we’re so wanting more people!
I think the Nulogorsk that the submarine came from is from another reality/dimension where nuclear war happened.
The news report found in the submarine says that Nulogorsk was decimated by a nuclear attack in September 24, 1983.
I checked wikipedia: In September 26, 1983, nuclear war between the US and Russia was averted thanks to a duty officer name Stanislav Petrov. There was a fake report of a nuclear missile from the US hitting Russia but Stanislav Petrov judged it as a false alarm. This prevented nuclear war.
Aren’t these dates a little too close?
Also, the newspaper headlines reveal something.
The newspaper from the submarine: NV Daily Journal September 24th 1983: Sister City Nulogorsk Decimated By Nuclear Attack - No Known Survivors by LeAnn Hart the Foreign Correspondent
The newspaper Intern Svee dug out: NV Daily Journal September 24th 1983: City Council OKs Book Ownership For Randomly Selected Students by LeAnn Hart the City Beat reporter
Foreign Correspondent and City Beat reporter are two different journo jobs. LeAnn Hart couldn’t possibly play both.
Also, I think Dana might be in the alternate universe where Nulogorsk was decimated. She mentioned a light house on top of a mountain and Nulogorsk being a fishing town probably had a lighthouse since it had fishermen who might get lost in the night
Muse A hates the beach. The only reason they’re here is because the bought this stupid beach house for the summer, to propose to their boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, that dumped them three weeks ago. The trip was non-refundable, and Muse A would hate to see all that money go to waste too.
While walking on the beach they spot what looks like a dead animal, but is really just a pelt, laying on the beach. Thinking that it’s interesting, and a much better souvenir than some stupid seashells, they decide to take it home with them.
The next day, Muse A spots someone, Muse B, looking around the beach for something they seem to have lost. They can’t seem to remember what they lost though. Muse B takes an immediate liking to Muse A and asks if they could spend time together. Confused, but flattered at the attention from a beautiful stranger right after being dumped, Muse A agrees and takes Muse B home.
Muse B is an amazing person, but Muse A can tell that something is off. They’re always cold, they eat way too much fish, and every chance they get they’re staring longingly out the window at the ocean, even though they apparently can’t swim. They also haven’t seemed to stopped what they are looking for, even looking around Muse A’s house, for what it is they can’t recall.
It almost reminds Muse A of the stories the old fishermen in town tell of Selkie. Seal creatures, doomed to live on land and wed the person that takes their pelt, never return to the sea, until they find it again. But that’s just a fairy tale.
Option 2) Muse A steals the pelt on purpose, seeing the sea beauty in the waves, and enthralled wanted to keep them for their own.
Fuck the last idea, now I’m gonna focus on making it into a fishermen town.
The workers would display hair styles that match the fish they catch, in shape and color. You guys see the new style of the characters? it’s more loose and fun, I think this is way more interesting. Below a more fun set of studies of townsfolk, even if I’m adding color to the clothing the hair still stands out, they look like they have sashimi on their heads.
It was Lenalee’s craziest idea, but Lavi couldn’t find it in him to deny her. He looked down, saw black on white on white on black, and grimly agreed.
In the dark, when the moon was obscured by clouds and not even God looked down on them, Lavi helped Lenalee sneak through the new headquarters, Link helping and never saying a single word. He hadn’t, ever since it happened. Quiet, quiet, a bird with his wings clipped, song forever lost.
All right, gang here’s another ficlet from my GF starved brain lol. I’m honestly on a roll here - got more in the works, I think!
This is set a month into the Stan’s big trip after the show’s finale, and they’ve made their way to the Mediterranean on a stopover to recuperate. Being on a boat is hard work for two old grunkles, so now’s a good time to relax, as well as getting things off of chests!
In the town of Laguna, Brazil a pod of Bottlenose Dolphin cooperatively fish with fishermen. The dolphin herd mullet toward the shore and signal the fishermen to cast their nets. They do this everyday! Town records say that the dolphins and fishermen have been cooperating since 1847. -Source
K so the diviner didn't turn the fish into stone, so that means they MUST have become inhuman (or infishes), so that means that they have superpowers, right? So really it's not that far of a stretch that maybe some of these fish use their powers to mess with fishermen and people who live in costal towns. And from there it's not really far of a stretch to suggest that, well, a Sharknado is totally a possibility.
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(hmmmmmmmhmm y'know, I was writing a sharknado/aos au last summer, but I never finished it….)
I wasn’t going to write anything today, because I have a lot to work on as is, but then I got overwhelmed with just how much I love Sanji. I really, really love him, he’s such an amazing character, and I really wanted to celebrate him today. There’s no pairing (I’m sorry) I just really wanted to write about Sanji.