#follow a crab along the sea shore

[ashensgrotto]

A Merfolk's Melody (Part 2)

Characters: Yan!Floyd x Reader, Yan!Jade x Reader, Yan!Azul x Reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Intro   Floyd Leech (You are Here) Jade Leech  Azul Ashengrotto Epilogue

Synopsis: The sea always calls to those who feel lost and alone, wanting to fill the empty part of their soul until they are loved and full… and as such, it’s only fair that the strange creatures that live beneath its depths would want the same as well…

Author’s Note: Another 4-part fanfiction courtesy of @merakiui ‘s headcanon of the reader being stuck in a room/wall (I’m sorry, but I just enjoy your headcanons and they always give me these ideas) -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722393818829373440/in-addition-to-being-stuck-in-a-locked-room?source=share & https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722677892623056896/about-the-stuck-in-a-wall-trope-in-the-oceani?source=share

Here’s how it’s going to work: each character is going to get their own part following the intro. It is going to focus on the Octrio again (bc it’s my current liking, sorry guys). If you want to read a certain character’s part, feel free to jump around and select the one you’re most interested in. 

Again, as stated before, this is a work of fiction; I disagree with any and all behaviors that are represented in this story.

*****

Just as the shore was lined by rocky terrain, the same could be said beneath the waves. Rocks and heavy stones climbed up toward the surface like mountains reaching for the sky. Sea grasses waved with the movement of the tide like it was wind while small fish and crabs swam and scuttled along the rocky beds. Coral and sea anemone peered out from dark crevices, the colors of sea green, blue, pinks, and cream stark against the backdrop of black, gray, and dark green. Never before had you ever seen a more beautiful sight as your body dove further away from the shoreline, your eyes intaking every little detail and imprinting it to memory to recall later. 

The sea grass tickled your feet as you kicked by them and you touched the rocky walls that housed the creatures of the deep before a school of fish swam by, some of their colorful bodies brushing against you as the feeling of scales and coating left their marks along your body. Other sea creatures like mantis shrimp, seahorses, and the occasional sea turtle or dolphin appeared beside you - as if to welcome you to their little hidden paradise among the waves; some waving in your direction while another would slip under your hands or body, guiding you further and further into the rocky caverns before leaving you to your own explorations.

Every few minutes, you would stop and lift your head above water, gulping in deep breaths as your lungs drank in the air like a drowning man, before you would duck back below the surface. As you ducked beneath the surface for another time, a flash of sea green catches the corner of your eye from a little ways below you. You blinked, turning your head in the direction where you saw the flash, wondering what you had seen. It could have been some sea grass - but it seemed much bigger, maybe a fish? You pop back above the surface, looking around as the waves crash around you, judging your distance from your location to the shoreline. 

You were a bit away from the shore by now - but not too far that you couldn’t swim back - making you think that what you saw may or may not have been a shark. However, to your knowledge, you didn’t know of any green sharks that existed in the real world. The stories and tales of the merfolk came flooding back to the forefront of your mind, as well as the story of the old fisherman. You looked down into the water as you felt a set of eyes watching you from beneath the waves as a feeling of unease crept over you; however, that strange tugging sensation you felt on land was now pulling you down - towards the rocky caverns beneath the waves. 

Would you dare follow your instincts? They had never been wrong before when it came to this sort of thing. Steeling your nerves, you take a gulp of air and dive beneath the waves - unaware that this was to be your last time above the waves.

Your lungs burned as you held your breath, disappearing into the dark caverns that made up the rocky mountains of the ocean. You let the tug within your body guide you through the dark crevices and through long winding tunnels; following the unknown path blindly. As you traveled, you swore you could hear a clicking noise behind you - often turning to look over your shoulder to see if there was another sea creature you had to meet behind you, but you were unable to make out anything in the darkness of the waters. However, when you did continue onward, a shape that was long and menacing appeared behind you, a wicked grin reflecting off a row of sharp teeth - a pair of heterochromia eyes that glowed in the dark locked on your form as they followed behind you quietly. 

At the end of the tunnel, an open area that appeared to be a large cave with a small opening - large enough for you to fit through. The tug had ended here - at a dead end; you floated there for a moment, looking around in the darkness as your hair spread around you, no longer confined to the restraints of the air above. However, your heart nearly stopped when you heard a voice snicker before a familiar and unfamiliar voice called out, “Oh, Shrimpy~!!”

You spun around, creating bubbles as you whirled, as a creature appeared from the darkness behind you in the entrance of the cave. It was hard to see, but you were certain it was the strange green creature you had seen earlier; it had the upper body of a man and the lower half of some sort of frilled fish and close to about seven or eight feet in length, fins peeking out from the sides of his head like ears and on his forearms. Small stripes stretched across his cheeks, shoulders, arms, and waist with two thicker ones on his tail, dipping near his hips and over where a set of thighs may have been had he been human. Hair the color of deep teal floated around him as a longer strand the color of seaweed fell over the right side of his face. His eyes, one brown and one gold, studied you for a moment, brows curling inward. 

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that some - if not most - animals, even sea creatures, could be territorial; especially if they had a nest or a grotto nearby. This thing probably had been out hunting for food for its young - meaning very likely that mers were not so different from the sea creatures that had made their homes within the rocky caverns. Based on what you had seen - this was no ordinary merfolk, either; it was a moray mer - and a deadly one at that. Moray eels were known to attack when provoked, but the mers were known to hunt anything that trespassed into their territory - watching from the darkness before striking unexpectedly. You had heard stories about them when you were a child - the locals believing that they typically traveled in pairs, meaning that there was likely a secondary one close by and you had to tread carefully now that one of them had found you.

The two of you stared at each other - you nearly turned blue from holding your breath so long, but not wanting to move in case the moray mer tried anything as well as caught up by his features. In the darkness of the cavern, you could still make out strong, sharp features that border-lined what appeared to be boredom; his mismatched eyes drooping downward to indicate as much. A pointed nose stopped above a thin lips that twisted into a smirk, the hint of sharp teeth protruding from behind them - high cheekbones were lined by twin deep teal markings that stopped just beneath his eyes. You could see the faint ridges along the mer’s neck that fluttered from the movement of the water - the gills that permitted him to breath.

His heterochromia eyes suddenly lit up - glowing brightly as a smile bearing the frightening sharp shark-like teeth spread out before you - his stripes slowly beginning to glow a bright neon teal, “Found ya.’” 

The mer dodged at you, frightening you into moving quickly to try and avoid him. You allowed yourself to sink for a moment, trying to swim back the way you came. The mer was quick, stopping you from exiting by cutting off the escape route, eyes glowing in the darkness as his long tail curled above him. You spung and swam in the opposite direction, toward the little hole in the wall that was your only way to escape. 

“Shrimpy… Please don’t try to run away from me,” the mer growled as he gave chase - much faster than you, “I don’t like it when my prey tries to run - especially you.”

‘What is this thing’s problem?’ you propelled yourself forward, toward the only other exit, ‘Damn it - I likely crossed into its territory when I wasn’t thinking. I have to get out of here!’

You were close to the hole when a webbed clawed hand grabbed at your leg, pulling you downward and into the mer’s chest. 

“Hehe~ I got ya, Shrimpy,” you heard the mer whisper, his cold nose stroking along the outer shell of your ear as his hands rested against your neck, his thumbs pressed against the back of your neck as his nails on his fingers curled against either side of your throat - right were your heartbeat was thumping wildly as his next words sent you thrashing, “You’re mine…”

You balled your fists together and pushed your elbows into the mer behind you, his hands scratching your throat none-too-gently as he released you, grunting from the impact. You pushed yourself up and out of his reach, away from him and towards the hole in the walls. You spread your arms forward, your hands, wrists and arms passing through the entrance with no problems - head, neck and chest following shortly after with little difficulty. You urked then, gasping as a surprising pain shocked through your waist, stomach, and hips as they refused to go forward. You press your hands against the outer side of the wall of the cavern, pushing against the hard rock that digs into your skin as you attempt to free yourself from its hold and the creature that lurked behind you. You could hear him giggling behind you, feel his tail wrap around your ankle like seaweed as his hands came to rest on your hips, nails digging into your clothed skin. You kicked at him to push him away, but his tail wrapped tightly around your legs - keeping them contained.

"Ah, shrimpy, shrimpy," you heard him tut behind you before you felt his thumbs run circles over your clothed hips, "If ya had wanted to mate with me so badly… why didn't ya say so?"

'M-mate?!' You thought, trying to struggle against the mer’s hold.

"Now, calm down - unless ya want me ta be rough with ya?"

You feel the back of your shirt raised before something slimy and smooth run along your back before something coarse follows shortly afterwards, the feeling of cool lips pressing against your exposed flesh makes you shudder. You feel long noble fingers dig into the fabric of your cotton shorts, a ripping sound bringing you back to focus as you attempt to struggle against the mer.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for ya to come to me - it’s been soo long since I last saw ya. But now - here you are, right where ya belong… but, don’t worry,” you hear a giggle behind you as something cups you between your legs - long and sharp claws slowly stroking the sensitive flesh of your clit, “I’ll take good care of ya - just like I promised a long time ago. Ya need to be still though - ya wouldn’t want to make me angry, hm?”

I feel something sharp press against your rear - making you jump in fright as pain and pleasure courses from the likely bite the moray mer has given you. 

He giggles, “So cute… so cute when you jump like this…”

You feel his fingers slowly begin to move against your hot spot, moisture from within gathering to kiss the mer’s fingertips as you whimper out loud, trying and failing to get away from his touch as your body arches from the contact. Another stinging sensation comes from the other side of your rear as sharp teeth dig into the flesh, making you cry out as a finger slowly slips into your entrance - swallowing the intruder like a snake with a mouse.

“Mmmm… so sweet and hot,” the mer whispers against your skin, nibbling on your butt for a moment before pressing a kiss to both marks and curling his finger within you as his lips move towards your back, “Precious… my precious shrimpy…”

A second finger is inserted inside you, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as you spread your legs further apart, not completely under the moray’s control as his tail releases you for favor of keeping your legs spread with one hand and his hips as his lips press kisses along your back here and there before his teeth scrapes against your skin, tugging and tear the fabric of your shirt away to get at you. Your hands, still planted on the outer side of the wall, grip the rock as you feel your face fall forward, your chest heaving from the gasps you were inhaling.

- But how could that be?

Before you could ponder it, the mer’s fingers slipped from your entrance - making you feel your clit grasp at nothing as a stroke of pleasant fire burned in your belly, making you whimper in response. However, it’s short lived as the lips of the mer trail back downward as his hands rub against the skin of your thighs, his sharp nails digging into the flesh and drawing blood as they move upward to your hips and stomach - tearing the remainder of your clothing as shreds of your shirt and shorts float to the bottom of the cavern. The mer’s sharp nose runs along the folds of your lips, kissing the sensitive flesh as another set of shivers run along your spine, making gooseflesh pimple along your arms. Before you can register the pleasure, you feel his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh, causing a howl to escape your throat as you arch - your head hitting the rocky outer wall before you wince at the impact. Something long and slippery teases your folds, flicking over the button and making you whimper as a fire begins to burn in your thighs. You try to push away, but your legs are held apart by the mer’s strong hold - your legs infinitely trapped over his biceps as his clawed webbed hands grip your thighs tightly. 

You feel him hum against you with every stroke, drinking you in like a dying man as his tongue slips into your main entrance - tasting your essence as it drips from your body like honey from a beehive - as his nose nuzzles the other entrance below you. When he does pull away, you have only a moment to pant before three long sharp fingers are pushed within your body roughly, forcing another whimper to escape your lips as they are pulled back before thrusting inward.

“Ah, shrimpy… you’re ready.”

The fingers leave you as you feel them grip your hips, his own pushing your thighs apart as something long and thick makes its home at your entrance. You shake your head, internally pleading for the creature to stop - to let you go. 

The chuckle that echoes across your backside makes you freeze for a moment, “Now, why in the world would I want ta do that?”

One hand strokes along your spine as a comforting gesture, the voice of the mer ringing in your ears as if he was right beside you, “Shrimpy - ya made a promise ta me a long time ago, however I think ya have forgotten about it. Jade always said humans are so whimsical, so I can see where and how he would see that. The good thing in all of this, though, is the bond that we made once upon a time - when I was just a little moray fry and you were just a lonely little girl in a cabin by the sea. You came back… came back for me, and now - now I can have you utterly and completely, just like ya promised.”

 You gasped as something thick, long, and ridged slipped within you. You could feel it intrude all the way to your core as strong arms released your legs in favor of wrapping around your wasit, your body being pulled backwards to all the mer to rest his forehead against your back as bubbles and soft hot breath caressed your skin. He pulled out for a moment before thrusting back in, keeping you tightly to his body as he grunted and moaned against you - the tightness a welcoming comfort. You gritted your teeth as wave after wave of fiery hot pleasure began to seep into the skin of your belly and thighs, making your toes curl and tingle with each of the mer’s thrusts as your hips connected.

“Shrimpy… shrimpy,” the mer kissed at your shoulder blades before he pulled you further into him, his head coming to prop itself beatween your shoulder and your neck, “Ah, shrimpy… so tight - just wanna lay ya, fill ya with my eggs…”

You moan softly as a particular hard thrust forces you to squeeze him tighter, which pushes the mer forward harder and faster as his hands dig deeper into your skin - the claws holding you in place but drawing blood from within. You whimper as your walls tighten around him further squeezing him hard as you gasp - feeling the peak shortly arriving.

 “F-F-Floyd…”

A name that was once long forgotten echoes in the cavern - the moray stopping for only a moment, his eyes wide at the sound of his name from your lips before that familiar wicked smirk spreads across his features.

“That’s right, (Y/N)... say my name…”

***

Several hours have passed as Floyd has curled his body around you like a large feathered boa, keeping you confined as you lay asleep in a bed of seaweed and grass. His fingers stroke through the loose wild strands of your hair, leaning forward every so often to press kisses to your face and neck - leaving little bites along your cheeks and throat to mark you as his. 

He had lost track of how many times he had gone to the surface world to find you nearly six years ago - watching from the rocky shore as he waited for you to return. With each passing day, a piece of him had begun to shatter - breaking into a thousand more tiny pieces with each failed find. It got to the point where he thought he had been abandoned - even though his brother had attempted to convince him otherwise. 

It was only about four weeks ago that something within him cried out - forcing him to jump up and stay alert in the shared cavern he had with his twin. He and Jade had gone to Azul about it - Floyd had been spooked quite a bit from the feeling of a pull in his chest like someone was wrenching his heart in two. The octomer explained that such symptoms were because of a bond that were shared between destined souls - ones that made pacts together during their childhood and would eventually bare fruit when the time had come. It only happened every so often, the octomer had explained, and it needed to be taken care of properly - otherwise the bond could sever and one of the two souls could die. Floyd had taken this as a sign to renew his searches for you in the world above.

It was only about three weeks later when he saw you from his hiding spot behind the rocks - amazed and in awe of how much you’d grown and filled out - no longer the shrimpy little girl he had teased when he had been a fry. 

He began the preparations then, making a home in the caverns near the surface so he coils always be near to you and vice versa. He gathered pretty shells and sea flowers - made your shared bed and tugged large rocks that would make a perfect home for you. He began thinking about children then - knowing that the time would come soon when he would want to have fry of his own; fry that was made from the love you shared with him. The thoughts, and being in warmer waters for prolonged periods of time, eventually forced Floyd into his heat - his heterochromia eyes now locked on you completely.

All that was needed then was… a little push.

Floyd curled himself closer to you, fingers tracing the gills that now lined either side of your neck where he had scratched you - a temporary remedy that would last until he could strike up a deal with Azul for a potion that would turn you into one of them - before his hand moved further down to press against your belly that was now bulging with his seed. His eggs would stay within you - incubating within your body until the time to lay them came; he imagined watching over the clutch with you, seeing your soon-to-be fry slowly developing within them as his fingers would graze over the outer shells. Of course, all of your fry would have to leave this place once they hatched - taken by the sea to develop and grow before returning to you.

He secretly hoped all of them would come back. Floyd returned his gaze to fixate on your features, his nose running along your cheekbone before pressing a kiss on it, “Sleep well… my precious shrimpy.”

#twisted wonderland #floyd leech #twst floyd #floyd leech x reader #yandere floyd leech #yandere floyd x reader #twst n/sfw #n/sfw

[rhythm-of-space]

Beach Baby

You and Josh take a little time away.

notes - hi! this is just a lil mundane thought i had inspired by the cover photo & beach baby by bon iver. thank you @sunfl0wer-power and @pr41sethemoon for putting up with my indecisiveness <3

warnings - not much. some nakey josh, alcohol/marijuana use.

"Joshua, shhh. jesus." You grin as you dig in your tote for the keys to your airbnb.

Josh had just tripped up the shallow steps, dropping two arms worth of things in the process. He just giggles at his clumsiness, and follows you closely behind with a joint hanging from his mouth and sand between his toes.

-

Slightly tipsy, he insisted you two walk down to the water from your bungalow you were renting over the weekend. Despite it being far too late into the evening and your disapproving 'no's', he still meandered over to the door to put on his tevas - a little graceless as he used one hand to velcro the straps and the other to down the remaining sips of his modelo.

He grabbed his notebook, lighter and six pack of beer and made his way out the door, knowing you'd find your way behind him.

You found yourself sat on the cool sand with your legs stretched out in front of you. You prop yourself up with one of your hands buried in the grain while the other one ran through Josh's curls that peaked out the sides of his bandana. He was laying on the blanket you grabbed off the armchair with his head sat on your legs, looking up into the dark abyss of the night sky.

He was so... calm. His mind often wandered but you could tell from how he fixated on the world of stars and planets that were usually shielded by the light pollution of the city that his thoughts settled.

The sounds of the tide breaking were rhythmic and serene. Each wave that crashed kept you present in the moment you were in. You had the entire beach to yourselves - the only things keeping you company were the crabs scuttling along, the sea foam settling on the shore and each other's comfort.

Eventually, Josh moved to his feet and his hands reached for yours, pulling you up from where you were sat. With one last hit from his joint he set off towards the waves. When he made it to the sea line he shedded his white crew neck and swim trunks, leaving his bandana on, and with a wink he ran into the water before you could scold.

He was hip deep in the ocean when he yelled for you to follow. It was the complete joy on his face that had your feet moving towards the tide. Sometimes it was hard to allow yourself to let go. To be free and utterly yourself. Yet, seeing Josh express every bit of himself and embrace the beauty of life, you gave yourself permission. He was radiance. Spontaneity. Love. And you wanted to feel all of it.

After taking off everything but your undergarments, you stepped in and felt a chill run through you. Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you submerged your entire body and head under the darkness before springing back up. The bite was bitter and you tasted the sea on your lips, and when the water washed away you noticed Josh beaming at you where he was treading a few feet away.

As you swam to Josh you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. He reached out for you and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you close with his arms holding you by your hips. 

His features were so dark and shadowed in the moonlight. You settled your arms around his shoulders and found his lips, sharing the sea salt that still hung on yours. He deepened it as he softly parted your lips with his tongue. The hint of earth and salt washed away as the taste of him and the alcohol he drank took their place. Despite his lack of clothing and you close to it, the space you shared stayed mostly innocent. 

He parted from you but his face stayed so close you could feel his breath hit your cheeks. He rubbed the tip of his nose with yours and smiled as your eyes met his deep brown ones. His cheeks were flushed, from the alcohol or your kiss you weren't sure, but he looked so gentle, so delicate. Soft. 

“Happy anniversary,” he whispered. A sentiment he wanted to keep close, despite being the only two on the beach. 

You returned it with another peck and sank into the kiss for a moment longer. You felt enveloped by him. His energy, presence and warmth felt almost too big for this world. Yet, he managed to ball it all up and direct it towards his love for you. 

The calm of the hour started to fade as the moon crested above you. The waves felt stronger and Josh's hold unconsciously became tighter around your waist. 

“We're going to get swept away by the tide if we don't hurry.” You joked.

“I could stay here forever..” he trails off. “...It's peaceful. Quiet in my brain.”

“I wouldn't mind that. I like seeing you like this, at ease. But, Jake would miss you too much,” You arch your brow at him.

He laughs, “Well we can't have that can we.” And lets your legs gently back into the sand.

Nothing but the brightness of the night sky led you back to where you started - an abandoned throw blanket and some half-empty cans of modelo. Truth be told, you didn't prefer Modelo but when he looked at you with all of his brightness, you swear you could taste a hint of sweetness on your tongue.

"Let's get going before we get arrested," you joked, shaking out the blanket.

He grabbed all he could carry in his arms and slipped the rest of his joint between his lips, "but it'd be so romantic."

-

Which brought you here, back on the front steps of the picturesque beach bungalow fit for two. 

“We've gotta be out of here early in the morning, I think we should get ready for bed hun.” You call as you set the keys in the bowl provided on the entryway shelf. 

You feel Josh's arms wrap around your waist from behind and place sweet yet pointed kisses right below your ear. You know what he's playing at.

He says, “Mmm, whatever you say, Love.” against your skin and his hands start moving south.

You work your way out of his grasp, “Not tonight,” he pouts his lips, always one for theatrics.

“You're crossfaded and you need someone to make sure you don't get up to anymore trouble,” you say as you use your finger to push at his chest, “Shower. Now.”

“Sir, yes Sir,” he gives you a look laced with attitude and starts toward the bathroom.

“And roll your eyes at me one more time and see what happens,” you slap his butt before he can get too far and are met with a yelp from your drama queen. 

Instead of taking a left into the bathroom he continues on into the master bedroom and plops down onto the unmade bed. He crosses his arms behind his head and lets out a hum of satisfaction. 

You look at him from the end of the bed, unimpressed, knowing it's going to be an ordeal to get him up. 

Crawling up to his laid out body, you move to untie his swim shorts to help him out of them. 

“If you wanted me naked you could have just asked,” he quips, proud of himself. 

You simply shake your head as you pull them down off of his body then move up to straddle his hips to work his shirt off of him. 

Once you tug it off with zero help from Josh you start to move off of him but he wraps his arms around your back and pulls you down into his space. 

His body heat radiates from his chest to your cheek and you think if you let yourself, you'd drift off right there like you have many times before. 

He fills the silence, “You want to know what I think?”

“Hm?” You start to draw lines on his skin

“I think we should get a house.” He mirrors your actions, rubbing circles on your back.

“We have a house.” 

“But a bigger one. One with grand windows, maybe in the country-side. With a yard for our kids to play in.”

“Oh, now we have kids?” You ask playfully, encouraging his little vision.

“Yes, two girls and one boy. They have your nose and my eyes.” He states matter-a-factly, as if he thinks about this often. That thought alone brings a smile onto your face.

You gaze up in interest, “What else?” 

“A space to explore and host and relax after a long day... Oh, and a treehouse for the littles.” 

“Are you going to build the treehouse?”

He ponders for a moment and shakes his head, “We’ll have someone else build the treehouse.” Probably for the best.

“And we should come back here every year. Make it a tradition for our little family. They need to know what it's like to swim under the starlight.” 

It is a sweet thought. Sometime in the future you hope, but he knows not to push. “You're a sappy drunk, you know that?” Josh breathes out a chuckle, “What do you say we table this sentiment of Joshua Jr and his treehouse for when you're sober?”

“I'd like that,” he yawns, tiredness glazing over his eyes. You two stay there for a moment longer imagining the same picture he painted.

You tap at his shoulder, “Alright sweet boy, up we get,” and start to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Not yet.” Squeezing around you tighter.

“Let's do it now and get it over with. I promise you'll feel better in the morning if you do.” You manage to breathe out despite his tight hold on you. 

“Baby.” You wait a beat.

“Sweetheart.” More silence.

“Joshua Michael.” He really wasn't listening. 

You tilt your chin up to see him staring down at you with a slight playful expression on his stupid, cute face, “Why are you being so difficult?”

You can feel his giggle vibrate in his chest, “because I love seeing your eyebrows furrow together like that, ‘s cute.”

“You're so annoying.” 

With pseudo-shock on his face he gasps, “You're so mean! Your words are like a dagger,” he moves his one arm and puts his hand over chest, “right through my heart.”

You take the opportunity to slide out of his grasp, finally able to breathe regularly again. From your stance you look down at all his glory. He really is beautiful.

He reaches up and does grabby hands towards you and it takes everything in you not to cuddle back into his soft form. 

But always the responsible one, you say, “I'm running the water, I expect you up when I get back.” Josh gives you two thumbs up in acknowledgment. But as you walk to the bathroom, in the corner of your eye you swear you see him close his eyes and sink deeper into the pillows. 

You linger in the bathroom as the steam fills the room and smile at yourself in the mirror. At the memory of the night and your time in the little bungalow by the beach. The impromptu short visit that you both needed to get some reprieve. It didn't matter where you went, you realize, a little vacation rental or big house amongst the trees, with him it felt like home. 

You meander your way back into the master and feel the slight coastal breeze filtering in through the cracked window. Painted under a bronze hue from the lamp, Josh was fast asleep and curled around a pillow. His body in a fetal position, he was so petite and tender; gentle and soothed. 

Content. 

In his state, you leave him be. Tomorrow, your swift life can start again. But now, for the last couple hours in your little oasis, time can move a little slowly.

tag list - @sunfl0wer-power @pr41sethemoon @fan-girl-97 @wideminded-dreamer

#idk what this is but i needed to get it out of my brain and out of my docs #its self indulgent thats what it is #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #ci's fics #Spotify

[ilyuu]

the night takes a hold of you.

a blur of streetlights pasts you, bedim streaks of pale ivory barely touching you. the silence, with the exception of the roar of the engine rumbling underneath you, wisps of wind howling in your ears as you lower the window beside you for air, is cacophony.

the voice on the other side of the line said as much.

“oh, [name]~.” a chuckle follows faintly. “you’re being a bit quiet there, aren’t you? i can almost feel the tension coming from my side.”

your grip on the steering wheel tightens, your fingers biting into the leather cover. “really? what gave that away?”

he falls silence. it’s then that you’ve noticed the tone of voice you used and you shake your head slightly at that, lowering your eyes to your phone before flickering back to the road ahead. there may be a few cars and vehicles awake here and there, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to slack off for even a bit.

“sorry,” is what you said after a while. nearing your destination, you turned the steering wheel slightly, slowing down the car in the process. “i… i didn’t mean to sound that harsh.”

the traffic light flickers to a red, and your car cease itself into a stop. so, for those few seconds, you find yourself listening to the slight shuffling on the other side of the line. the soft crunching of sand is all it takes for you to know what he’s doing in that moment.

“no, no, it’s alright.” you strain to hear him as the whispering of the sea nearly drowns out his words; he draws out a sigh along with it. “i may have made you do a bit much, considering how late it is and all that.

“i’d simply needed someone. and that someone was to be you if this is the first place i’ve thought of to temporarily escape the world. reminds me a bit of my hometown, you know? the waves of the ocean as it draws in and out, the crabs scuttling past, and the conches that dots itself along the shores; nothing is more reminiscent than this.”

a pause. “well, this and you. i won’t deny that.”

(you curse yourself for feeling a bit flustered at his words.) the traffic light then switches to green, and you slowly press on the pedal as your car speeds up. you soon find yourself in rows and rows of trees, pine trees prickly in the touch of darkness. but it’s the sound of his voice (as much as you didn’t like to admit it) and the presence of the pale moonlight that settles your nerves.

“that doesn’t sound like me, does it?”

“…no, not really.” you settle into a parking spot. turning the key, the engine slowly stops with a rumble; the headlights die out; a wave of silence sweeps out. “but it’s not wrong to take a step back from it all either; you’re no exception.”

“aww, that’s sweet of you.”

“shut it. i’m just saying… take some time off for yourself or something. you could use it.”

“you know, you’re cute when you’re worried about me.”

“stop.”

“it’s true though.”

“i’m hanging up.”

“are you?” that voice comes clearer, closer, than you’d like. with a sigh, knowing who it is, you turn your head slightly to see heizou right there. the smile on his face widens a bit at the look you’re giving him. “well, even if you do, you can’t escape me, [name].”

“keep those one liners for the perpetrators you lock up and for them only.” at the screeching echo of your own voice through his phone, you wince, and he takes it to hang up.

and for a second, silence takes the air. not like the one earlier, no - a bit more comfortable. (for some reason, it made heat prick at your skin once again. that’s understandable, right? he’s staring at you right in the eye as if you’re all he could see.) it took you looking away, finding the steering wheel a tad bit more interesting, for him to find his voice.

“thanks.”

“i… didn’t do anything much.”

“you drove at least two miles at around one in the morning just to pick me up and deal with me and you’re telling me that’s not much?”

“…you’re right. you owe me at least a week’s worth of breakfast or something.”

he huffs - the air gentle, affectionate. “of course. always.”

you only sighed. (the darkness takes a hold on you, and you’re grateful for it, as it casts a shadow on you; it hides the soft look you find yourself wearing for him and him alone.)

something i found in the shelves of my drafts,, i never finished it and it collected dust for a bit (read: months)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #astronetwrk #genshin impact drabbles #genshin drabbles #heizou x reader #heizou x you #— 🖋️

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Idyll - Mal de Mer

Silco and Mel unwinding from their duties...

Mal de Mer on AO3

Snippet:

They've passed a week in the Ionian villa, with its cliffside perch and sun-soaked beaches. Their wing is the most secluded. Its decor is the traditional Ionian style: rich earth tones of rust and umber, offset by the cool blues of the sea through the wide slatted doors, which frame the private courtyard garden, brimful with violets.

The floors, of marble and granite, are streaked with the golden veins. The walls, too, are gold-flecked: a warm, burnished amber, that in dawn's slanting rays, casts a glow like fire. The lamps and fixtures are wrought from a metal like gold, but softer, with a mellow patina of age. The furnishings themselves, of teak and wrought brass, are simple: a canopied bedstead with voile drapes, a long low table, a dresser with a tall ornate mirror, and an antique armoire for their clothes.

An archway, at the courtyard's far end, opens onto a private bathing suite: a deep blue pool, fed from an underground spring, set with stone benches carved into the contours of shells, and mosaic tiles depicting sirens from ancient lore. The ceiling, high and vaulted, is crowned by a stained-glass skylight: admitting the afternoon sun in a multicolored aurora. Beyond the garden's walls, the faint blue smear of the sea glitters, with a private berth where their yawl bobs, anchored in the shallows.

Since they've arrived, a routine of decadent idleness has crept in. Day by day, their public selves—their most polished selves—are carved off. Only the private ones remain: the quieter, subtler terrain upon which marriage truly rests.

And within it, blossoming, the fragile buds of intimacy.   

Transitioning from day to night, they wake to the golden cadence of the late-afternoon waves. A brunch of local-baked bread, smoked salmon, and ripe tropical fruits, is fetched up by the staff. They sup together beneath a trellis of flowering plumeria, to the low buzz of the cicadas and the soft lapping of the surf: Mel, in a pale handwoven tunic, Silco, in a loose linen day-suit. 

After, they stroll along the secluded shore: Mel, her bare feet dusted with sand; Silco, his jacket slung over his shoulders, a cigarette dangling between his lips.  The tides dictate their meander: one moment ambling side-by-side, their hands loosely clasped. The next, he's slipped from her grasp, to dip his toes into the water, followed by the rest of him.

Each time, she waits, perched on a half-buried boulder, until the waves bring him back.

Sometimes he returns with a gift—a prickly-spined urchin; a spiraling conch shell; a vivid cobalt crab. Other times, he'll surface empty-handed, and drag her, shrieking, into the shallows: the spray of the seasalt in her hair, the span of his hands at her waist and the taste of his mouth on hers.

She's not afraid of the tide taking her.

He's capable of holding her afloat.

Afterward, their clothes are left to the dry sand. Beneath the spreading branches of the palm trees, she'll lays out a blanket: a patchwork quilt, bought from the local bazaar. Together, they sprawl across the soft cottony swathes, and trade bites from a wicker basket stuffed with local delicacies: crisp salted flatbread, a round clay jar of spiced honey, and a selection of dried fruits and cured meats, wrapped in wax paper.

They speak less, on these lazy days. Less of politics, less of policy.  Instead, their talk is like the tide: an ebb and flow that laps at the edges of honesty, without breaking into full disclosure. She asks him, delicately, about his days as a smuggler in the Black Lanes. He asks her, wryly, about the foibles of the Noxian nobility.

Their questions are posed as harmless banter. But the answers, she knows, are a test.

What will you think, they each wonder, when you hear my truth?

Will you recoil? Will you judge?

Or will you understand?

They are still learning the shape of each other's pasts. Still trying to fit it, piece-by-piece, into the gaps of their present: the new, raw, tenuous thing that binds them. It is an imperfect fit, the shards not quite aligned. But the gaps are narrowing. Each day, something slots into place.

Something real.

Something theirs.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane mel #mel medarda #mal de mer #silco x mel #melco

[thecreaturecodex]

Trunko

“New Trunko Design” © deviantArt user Kryptid, accessed at his gallery here

[The appearance of a sea monster on the shore of Margate, South Africa, attracted some press attention at the time. The Daily Mail covered it, and from there the story appeared in Charles Fort’s Lo! , where he dismissed it as a hoax. When Charles Fort thinks your paranormal phenomenon is a hoax, you know it’s built on flimsy evidence. The Margate Monster gained popularity, and its current name, in the writings of Karl Shuker, who resurfaced the story and put it into several popular books (like 1996′s The UneXplained, which is where I first heard of it). To his credit, Shuker continued to do research and follow up on the story, and when photographs appeared (as opposed to just reprints of the article), he was savvy enough to recognize the actual Trunko as a globster, the catchall category of mutilated carcasses interpreted as sea monsters.

Pathfinder already has globsters, but I wanted to make a Trunko that represented the fantastical creature alive, if it were actually some sort of hairy white sea elephant. My concept draws on Opabinia (my favorite Cambrian weirdo) and the orangutan crab]

Trunko CR 5 N Vermin This creature looks something like a furry whale, except that it has rippling fins running along its sides instead of separate limbs. It has a paddle-like tail at one end, and at the other, a short but very flexible trunk ending in a clasper.

A trunko is a large aquatic invertebrate found in cold seas. They are related to anomalocarids and opabinias, with a trunk like structure used to pull food into an underslung mouth. They eat primarily zooplankton, which they gather by literally swimming through their masses. The hairs covering a trunko’s body are sticky, and the trunko can groom itself at its leisure to remove and consume the various marine invertebrates glued to it. These hairs also act as a defensive mechanism, gumming the jaws of sharks and orcas.

Trunkos are social creatures who live in mixed-sex pods. They are ovoviparous, carrying eggs internally that hatch to release free-living young. The young are born sticky, and can feed themselves almost immediately, but remain in their own pods until full grown. The undulating fins of a trunko allow it remarkable dexterity in the water, and they often live in areas with strong winds and currents, too choppy for ships to sail through easily. As such, they are rarely seen by landlubbers and have something of a mythical air.

Trunko CR 5 XP 1,600 N Huge vermin (aquatic) Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +6 Defense AC 18, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (-2 size, +4 Dex, +6 natural) hp 67 (9d8+27) Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +5 Immune vermin traits Defensive Abilities sticky Offense Speed swim 60 ft. Melee slam +10 (1d8+9) Space 15 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Statistics Str 23, Dex 19, Con 16, Int -, Wis 15, Cha 6 Base Atk +6; CMB +14; CMD 28 Skills Perception +6, Swim +18; Racial Modifiers +4 Perception, +4 Swim Ecology Environment cold aquatic Organization solitary, pair or shoal (3-12) Treasure none Special Abilities Sticky (Ex) A trunko’s body is covered in thousands of sticky hairs. Any creature coming into contact with a trunko must succeed a DC 17 Reflex save or be smeared with glue, being entangled for 1d4+1 rounds. This glue is sticky in air, salt and fresh water, but a pint of strong alcohol dissolves it. The save DC is Constitution based.

#trunko #globster #sea monster #cryptid #cryptozoology #world tour #south africa #pathfinder 1e #opabinia

[outofangband]

Falathrim World Building Introduction (First Age Prior to the Isle of Balar)

(Noldor, Teleri, Vanyar, Sindar of Doriath)

I did some introductions to world building for the three main cultures of the Eldar in Valinor and the Sindar of Doriath and I want to write more for those but I also wanted to do the other kindreds so here’s part one for my Falathrim World Building

Here are some more general world building headcanons (architecture/homes, governance, etc) Please feel free to ask more!! I’d love to expand on food, environment, flora and fauna, etc

Please feel free to ask more!! General posts are hard because I didn’t have specific categories to cover so feel free to send categories! I also included some similarities and differences with the Teleri in Valinor

The Falathrim lived on the coasts of Western Beleriand where they were persuaded to stay by Ossë. They lived at the Havens of the Falas at the mouths of two rivers, Nenning and Brithon. There were two Havens, Brithombar and Eglarest, walled cities that lasted until the Fifth Battle where the surviving Falathrim moved West to the Isle of Balar

Círdan is considered an authority and leader despite never being officially appointed. The Falathrim of Beleriand do start out with a less formal system of rule than their kin in Valinor. As time goes on a more formal system of governance does emerge with appointed roles. Much is decided communally

The houses and structures were made of sandstone, clay and wood with imported stone from their allies utilized in the reconstruction after damage during the First battle of Beleriand. Tufa and limestone were also used in the walls, towers, and fortification 

Sand ryegrass is also used in more temporary homes as well as baskets and nets.

In the Eastern reaches of their land, sheep were kept for wool and thus fabric (as well as milk). They were originally traded for with the Sindar of Mithrim. Flax, nettle and other salt marsh plants are also used in clothing. Shells are used in jewelry and metal production is relatively rare outside weapons.

Clothing is generally made with practical uses being considered first but there is absolutely a distinct fashion among the Falathrim. 

Shell and bone are also used for blades. Pearl blades are a particular treasure.

Pearls are highly favored by the Teleri and though prized by the Falathrim, they do not have the same place in their culture. See the differences at the bottom

Several of the archways at Brithonbar contains fossilized ammonites.

Map making, cartography including astrocartograpgy, and navigation are highly valued skills and trades. Ink is made from the berries of a few plants and from pigment made from rock with traces of iron. Quills are typically made from sea bird feathers

Like the Teleri, Falathrim children grow up with a respect and love for the water. Swimming, safety, and knowledge of plants and animals of the water and shores is taught from a very young age. Knot tying and rope and sail making using fibers and cloth is also widely taught. Boats are typically wooden with cloth sails.

Trade began with Nargothrond and their allies soon after the hidden city was constructed though Finrod and his smaller group of followers canonically aided them long before. Routes for travel were known to the Falathrim long before the return of the Noldor.

Fish make up a lot of their dishes along with sea and salt marsh vegetables like Salicornia and sea purslane. Methods of seasoning are similar to Telerin and Iathrim methods and tend to rely on herbal sauces and garnishes rather than spices. Shrimp and crab are eaten far more commonly than the Teleri.

Olives grow to the North and South of the Havens and are cultivated in groves along with lemons closer to Nevrast and orchard stone fruit South of Egalrest. White peaches are rarer and often traded from East of the Havens but are a favored treat.

Some primary differences with the Teleri of Valinor

Teleri: sheer fabrics primarily from traded silk and very light cotton flower, large communal homes, pearlescence, music and instrument making, elaborate gardens and water scapes

Falathrim: primarily linen from flax, common use of sand ryegrass, silver and pale metallic colors, smaller often temporary homes, cartography, epic poetry, more practical gardens, fossils

Similarities: limestone and sandstone architecture, similar community governance ideas (though Alqualondë has a king of course), herbal sauces and garnishes

#the silmarillion #círdan #beleriand #falathrim #falas #musing and meta

[papiliotao]

just kazuha and you taking a walk along the lines of sea and sand around sunset as the skies starts to bleed with pink and gold, with the silence, a pair of crabs scuttling past you startles you. as you miss a step, your hand stretches out to kazuha’s sleeve and drag him into the shallow shore. congrats, the two of you are now soaking wet.

everything clings to him like a lifeline - fringes of his hair, his clothing to his skin, your hand still on his sleeve, catching wrinkles. there’s nothing less than surprise and soft amusement in those irises of his as he takes you in, a huff of laughter all he can muster for the moment as you follow, the sound that was first drowned out by the waves now overwhelming it in feeling.

just imagining the feeling of being relaxed and walking along the beach hand-in-hand with kazuha is making me ajfoidsjfaifj (rei.exe has stopped responding). the scent of the sea and also a light zephyr blowing by certainly seems peaceful!! and as you mentioned, the sun painting a vivid display of colours across the sky <3 bUT ALSO THE SERENE NATURE OF THE SITUATION IS BALANCED OUT BY THE PLAYFULNESS OF ACCIDENTALLY TRIPPING INTO THE WATER WITH KAZU!

you're so right though. kazuha would be the type of guy to laugh it off, but also, he'd also ask you if you're okay first!! (caring bfs >>>>>>>) then he'd allow himself to softly chuckle (a sound more beautiful than waves lapping on the shore fr!!). i can also see him helping you up and ajfasdfj this man is just so sweet help me i can't do this anymore omg

teehee and if you get pouty because you accidentally embarrassed yourself, he'll kiss you to make you feel better <3 he'd assure you that he didn't mind getting wet, and he'd tell you that he's just glad you're alright!! then you'd continue on your walk, making your way down the shoreline until night falls and you settle down somewhere in order to admire the stars and chat.

i. love. him.

i'm dying. YUI YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!! also, would you believe me if i told you that i thought of an idea similar to this yesterday!!?!?!

okay, it's kind of freaky how you sent this scenario specifically because hehe now it's time to get into a very specific story from a few years ago!! a few years back, my family decided to go on vacation for a couple of days, and we went to a (somewhat) nearby city with a beach. we had some fun during the day, and it was nice and all, but the real highlight of the trip was when we went on a walk at sunset (and we stayed out until night). it was so relaxing, and the scenery was incredible!! all the lights created a nice ambience, and something about the sound of waves at night hits different <3 i also preferred the temperature at night + the calm breezes ahfsf anyway, while i was there, i just had a random thought: if i ever start dating someone, i'd like to bring them here someday.

i just can't get over the fact that you sent this today because i recalled this memory literally the day before (and i was planning to write something based on it too lmao)

#letters to rei ༉‧₊˚. #💌 beloved yui #i love you for this #kazuha brainrot mmmmMmmMMmm #it's like you can read my mind or something

[bobbinacrosstheequator]

March 23, 2023 Santiago

We pulled into a not-very-protected area near Isla Santiago during the night. The boat’s rocking was significantly more than usual, still calming to Seb, a bit less conducive to restful sleep for Jillebob. We woke to blue skies and very calm looking seas, but with slow, broad swells coming in off the ocean – hence the rocking. We totally have the routine down, so after coffee, off we went for our morning walk at Puerto Egas. We meandered along the water, across the coastline of flat-ish lava rocks and rocks formed from ash. The term flat here is not intended to mean truly flat, but simply not a lot of up or down hills. The rocks were, as usual, craggy, rough and one had to be careful traversing. We went to a place referred to as the grotto, where there were lots of tunnels under the rocks where the sea had eroded to form very picturesque shapes. In the little resulting ponds and bigger areas where the surf comes up from below (including “Darwin’s toilet”, which was named for how it looks when the water swirls back down) there were a few sea iguanas, sea lions, lots of crabs, various birds and lava lizards. We stopped to watch cute little family of oyster catchers, mom and dad and a little chick hanging around. Further on, were a couple of fur seals, actually sea lions but named for their thick skin and fur that used to be sold for coats – ugh. On the way back to the beach where we landed, we followed a flat inland path and had great viewing of a baby iguana and then a yellow land iguana moseying through the scruffy plants to the side and then down the path. He’s ever so slightly more attractive than his dark seaworthy cousins. With stratified cliffs and a natural area where years ago salt was recovered where it dried on the edge of rocks, and water crashing on the rocks, the coastline was truly beautiful in that wild, Galapagos way.

The walk was followed by breakfast and an hour or so to relax before our morning snorkeling. It was a beach landing, back at the beach where we started and ended our walk this morning, and snorkeling from the beach on strict instructions not to go past a certain area lest we’re swept out on the current. (We’re confident the pangas would come after us, but did not want to be “those” people.) Again, loads of rocks (great for fish sighting) made it tricky with a pretty strong current toward and away from the shore. Mostly this was fish watching and, wow, were they beautiful. The turquoise and green ones, angel fish, others with bright yellow tails. Who knows what they were but they were striking. And ahhhh, the schools. A seeming wall of little guys against the rocks and while looking at them, a school of bigger guys swam right below Jillebob. Seb saw a little shark who swam away before Jillebob got there. As we were back at the beach ready to get out, an iguana swam in front of us and a sea lion behind. As has been the case, we were skeptical going in that the conditions would be conducive to fun things to look at; thankfully we were pleasantly surprised!

Back to the Passion and then off again after a 15-minute break for the second snorkeling of the day. Still in Buccaneer’s Cove, we launched from the panga (brrrrrr) and the viewing was great. Hugging the coast because it got deep quickly away from the rocks, we saw loads of fish. There were a couple types we hadn’t seen before, but Sebbie’s favs remain the ones with lots of blue and turquoise and Jillebob’s favs, the black one with a white stripe and orange tail. Even the schools of little guys are fun – not so beautiful individually, but fun to watch as a group. And it’s fun to see the fish that catch the sun and glint upward when they tilt on their sides. The current was so strong that sometime it felt like we were paddling and not getting anywhere. But it was no rush, so providing we didn’t crash into the rocks, all was good. Toward the end of our time, two rays swam under us. They are so graceful: the Eagle Ray with spots on his back, pointy nose and a long tail, followed momentarily by the Giant Manta (Mobulidea) ray with a kind of forked nose.

Post snorkel and shower, we headed up to the top lounge, where we chatted for a while with Carolina and several fellow guests. The sunset was not the most spectacular, but the colors on the horizon were lovely pinks and corals that morphed into bright oranges. A person could get used to this.

Dinner was delightful, then off to bed for a good long sleep – no pre-breakfast departure, so the first activity is breakfast ay 7:00!

[unofficial-sean]

Having unprovoked, random full-blown panic attacks while diving is perhaps one of the most frightening experiences I’ve endured. 19m deep, late morning, alone. Good visibility by PNW standards. No current. I had 174 BAR in my tank last I checked. Everything was fine and I was 18 minutes into my dive. And then suddenly it hit me. It felt like I’d chugged a bottle of hot sauce, and my heart raced and thundered. I was following a sewer pipe that leads away from the shore, and I was in no state to try to calmly follow it back. Instead, I needed to surface as safely as I could. So I swam up, making sure my ascent rate did not upset the dive computer. I did my safety stop at 5m for three minutes, and surfaced. I was so relieved. Floating in the ethereal dark green water column didn’t freak me out as much as it should. I couldn’t see the sea floor 14m beneath me. There was just nothing. Only the sound of my breathing as I watched the countdown. The only company being a couple parasitic copepods that had clung to my gloves. I had a half a tank of air left, so when I made it closer to shore where I could see the floor after surface swimming, I went back down. hanging out between 2m-6m. It was so lovely there. The sunlight refraction patterns danced across the sand and eelgrass, and I could relax around the dungeness crabs, sanddabs, soles, sculpins, and shiner perch. I spent more time there than along the sewer pipe. This was my longest dive yet, at an hour long. And it was quite bipolar. I’m beginning to wonder what is at play, here. Is it just psychological? I’ve felt this way before, even with a buddy. Is it a sudden realization of where I am and the danger I’m in? Or is it more of an autonomic process? I’ve never had heart problems in the past. I don’t know what a heart attack feels like, but that sure was close to what I imagine. Considering the relatively few dives under my belt, I’m quite adept at diving, skill-wise. But I cannot seem to master my own body and mind. This is troubling. I had briefer moments of panic, even in the shallows; though I was immediately reassured by the knowledge that I could shoot to the surface immediately without consequence, if needed. It seems like every time I dive, I feel the panic. This is the only time, though, that It was so bad I swam up in the column instead of following the contour back up. It’s getting worse. I feel the panic even on land when I imagine I’m back in the water. Who do I even go to for help on this? Therapist-divers aren’t exactly common. . .

[harknesskc]

With the Tide

Inspired by this fantastic art:

The moon’s cold light shone down across the sands, its malignance glittering across the remaining ripples of the tide lapping at her feet. Beyond the pale sands of the secluded beach, ink-black ocean stretched on into the horizon. What little light she and her son could use to pick their way through towards the water seemed to shrink away from the border between the two worlds. Against the sand, their bare bodies nearly blended in, saved by the faint outline of shadow created by the very light that washed them out.

Utter darkness pressed in before them. Behind them, the meager light watched from the safety of the small cabin perched on the dunes. Everything in her gut told her to turn back, to run for the safety of the dry sands, the thin reeds, the trees beyond. To grab her son and never return to the sea again. It told her that she was never meant to be out this far unprotected, in the ocean at night. That the utter emptiness pulling her forward was anything but. That, in this place, she and her son were at the mercy of things unseen.

Her son, watching his footprints in the glowing sand, paused to let his gaze follow the moon-pale crabs skittering away from their grazing as they approached. Suddenly, he was running chasing after the crustaceans without intent to catch them.

Her voice seemed muffled by the oppressive shadows around her. Her voice died as soon as it left her lips. Blue glowing footprints marked out his path away from her winding ever further away.

She quickened her pace too. The blue patches carried him away further and further, only the faintest silhouette of his moonlight washed body at the very edge of her vision.

The dots of blue carried past him, further into the dark, up above them.

She broke out into a full run, yet still her son vanished in the gloom with a muffled shriek.

“Dillon!” She called. The tone of her own voice made her heart race faster. Blue lights danced overhead, moving and shifting until they seemed to be hanging directly above her.

It had found her son. He was wrapped in a single, massive hand. Too many fingers with too many joints glinted in the scant light that had dared to follow them, as dark as if they were made from the very shadows of the ocean itself. Its attention has moved from her son to her. Her pace slowed until she was walking and looking up at its head. A curtain of tentacles hung from behind the hands clasped over its horrible visage from a second pair of arms. She knew those countless eyes being those hands. They bore down into her with timeless patience and alien knowledge.

The fingers around her son loosened as she stopped before it. Slowly, she raised a hand to rest it on the serpentine lower half of its body. Touches against her legs startled her. It's lowermost extremities, tentacles as wide as her arm coiled around her.

How far away was the shore now? Could the moon even see them anymore? Depths upon depths sung to her this far out, above and below.

As she slid her hand along the slick body, her son turned to look at her. Two more glowing blue lights appeared in the gloom.

“Mom, dad’s here!”

Warmth bloomed in her chest as she moved closer to rest her cheek against the cool, sticky flesh. The hands covering the face above her parted. Her eyes hurt and head swam at the sight.

“Yes,” She said, brushing her hand through her son’s mop of black hair. “It's good to see you, darling.” Lips touched the slimy flesh she pressed her cheek against.

Damn the moon and curse the sun. She found her comfort in the darkness.

#monster romance #wholesome #lovecraftian #interspecies romance #spooky

[universalinfo]

Unforgettable Family Vacations in Hawaii: Discover 7 Kid-Friendly Wonders

Ever dreamed of sinking your toes into the sun-kissed sands of Hawaii with the sound of waves playing a melodious lullaby in the background? If yes, you're about to embark on an exciting virtual journey to one of the world's most captivating destinations. 

Family vacations in Hawaii are nothing short of magical, with the perfect blend of adventure, relaxation, and cultural exploration. In this blog post, we’ll unravel seven awe-inspiring adventures that cater to tiny tots, teens, and every age in between. Let’s take a look, shall we?

1. Beach Bonanza: Sun, Sand, and Surf

Hawaii boasts a spectrum of beaches, each with its unique charm. Picture this: Golden sands stretching infinitely, the ocean sparkling under the sun, and a serene horizon beckoning you.

For the younger members, Hawaii's beaches are a giant sandbox. Let their imaginations run wild as they craft majestic sandcastles, hunt for seashells, or simply chase the gentle waves. 

Teenagers? They're in for a treat. Surfing lessons from local experts will get their adrenaline pumping. They can ride their first wave under the warm Hawaiian sun, with the Pacific wind cheering them on. And let’s not forget a family game of beach volleyball or frisbee, followed by a cozy evening bonfire.

2. Luau Love: Dive into Hawaiian Culture

The heartbeat of Hawaiian culture can be best felt at a traditional Luau. Picture a warm evening under starlit skies, torches illuminating the night, and the rhythmic sound of drums echoing in the distance.

Kids will be entranced by the tales of ancient Hawaii, narrated through dynamic dance moves of hula dancers. Their vibrant costumes, fluid dance moves, and expressive storytelling are an absolute visual treat. 

But that's not all. Participate in craft demonstrations, watch the unearthing of the pig from the imu (underground oven), and wrap up the night with a sumptuous island feast. With poi, kalua pork, and coconut haupia on your plate, your tastebuds are in for a dance too.

3. Hiking Heaven: Explore Nature's Best

Nature’s masterpiece awaits those who seek it in Hawaii. Verdant rainforests, fragrant eucalyptus groves, and trails lined with colorful flora beckon families to embark on a hiking adventure.

For starters, how about a leisurely walk in the bamboo forests? Listen to the soothing sound of bamboo stalks swaying with the breeze. Seek out hidden waterfalls where you can take a refreshing family dip. 

If your clan is more into challenges, take on the trails that lead to panoramic summits, gazing upon the vast expanse of the ocean and the quilt-like pattern of the islands. Remember to pack some snacks. You’ll find countless scenic spots to sit, relax, and relish a delightful family picnic.

4. Marine Magic: Underwater Wonders

Hawaii's underwater world is like a vibrant canvas painted with a palette of colors. Dive into this aquatic wonderland to discover a world that’s bustling with life.

Snorkeling is an adventure that’s both fun and enlightening. Float on the water's surface and peek into a universe where corals form intricate designs, and fish of all shapes, sizes, and hues dart around playfully. If you're lucky, you might even spot a friendly sea turtle gliding gracefully.

For the little ones, tide pools along the shores offer an opportunity to spot tiny marine creatures in their natural habitat. Crabs, starfish, and little fishes become the stars of their fascinating stories.

5. Volcano Ventures: Discover Earth's Wonders

Imagine standing at the edge of nature’s most thrilling masterpiece: a volcano. Hawaii’s Volcanoes National Park is a place where Earth's fiery power meets the skies, creating a landscape both awe-inspiring and humbling.

Begin with the captivating sight of the active Kīlauea volcano. With its hissing steam vents and simmering lava lakes, it's a vivid reminder of our planet's dynamic nature. Children can turn into little geologists for a day, collecting volcanic rocks and learning about the Earth's crust. 

As the day proceeds, drive down the Chain of Craters Road, a route filled with lava flows, scenic vistas, and memories waiting to be captured. And when night blankets the park, a starry canopy unfolds above, perfect for some family stargazing.

6. Historical Hubs: Travel Back in Time

History isn’t just in books; in Hawaii, it's etched in every corner, every monument, and every folklore. Delve into tales of bravery, discovery, and cultures intertwining at places like the Pearl Harbor National Memorial.

Here, stories of the past come alive. Guided tours paint vivid images of events that have shaped not just the islands, but the world. Interactive exhibits, replete with audio-visuals, offer an immersive experience for kids. They're not just learning; they're time-traveling.

And it’s not just about wars and sailors; ancient Hawaiian temples, or Heiaus, tell tales of a rich cultural tapestry that predates any written history. Let the stones, artifacts, and ancient structures take your family on a journey through the centuries.

7. Adventures in the Air: Helicopter Rides

The islands, stunning from the ground, are a breathtaking spectacle from the sky. A helicopter ride over the diverse landscapes is an adventure your family will reminisce about for years to come.

Soar over emerald valleys carved by ancient rivers, hover beside cascading waterfalls that seem to pour straight from heaven, and get a bird’s eye view of volcanic craters that once roared with molten fury. Each twist and turn in the air unveils a new vista, a fresh perspective. It's Hawaii like you’ve never seen before. And with the pilot sharing intriguing tidbits and island secrets, it’s an educational joyride too.

Dreams and Wishes Travel: Crafting Memories in Hawaii

Every moment in Hawaii is a memory in the making. But ensuring those moments are seamless, magical, and tailored to your dreams? That's where we come in. At Dreams and Wishes Travel, we craft not just vacations but experiences.

From choosing the right beach resort with kid-friendly activities to ensuring you have the best seats at the most authentic Luau, our expertise transforms your vacation into a storybook adventure. 

Thinking of a surprise sunrise picnic for the family? Or a private tour of hidden gems? We've got you covered. Our meticulous planning means you get to relish every Hawaiian sunset, every splash in the ocean, and every hiking trail without worry. We're here to sprinkle that extra magic, ensuring your Hawaiian vacation is truly a dream come true.

Conclusion

Hawaii is not just a destination; it's an experience. From its rich history and vibrant culture to its awe-inspiring landscapes and thrilling adventures, Hawaii promises an unforgettable family vacation. And with Dreams and Wishes Travel by your side, every moment in this paradise will be meticulously planned, leaving you free to soak in the magic.

 Let’s embark on this wondrous journey together and turn your dream Hawaiian vacation into reality. Ready for an adventure?

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Andaman Tours Packages: A Tropical Paradise Awaits

Introduction

Welcome to the breathtaking world of Andaman! With its pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, lush greenery, and vibrant marine life, Andaman Islands have become a sought-after destination for travelers seeking a slice of paradise. In this article, we will explore the enchanting

uncovering the beauty, adventure, and culture this tropical archipelago has to offer.

Discovering Andaman: An Introduction

Andaman and Nicobar Islands, nestled in the Bay of Bengal, are an archipelago of over 500 islands known for their breathtaking natural beauty. With its stunning landscapes, Andaman offers a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Top Attractions in Andaman

Sun, Sand, and Sea: The Beaches of Andaman

Andaman boasts some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Radhanagar Beach, known for its powdery white sand and clear waters, is often ranked as one of Asia's best beaches.

Underwater Wonderland: Snorkeling and Scuba Diving

The underwater world of Andaman is a mesmerizing realm filled with vibrant coral reefs, exotic fish, and even the occasional sighting of turtles and sharks. Snorkeling and scuba diving are must-try activities here.

Historical Marvels: Cellular Jail and Ross Island

Learn about India's history at the Cellular Jail, a former colonial prison, and explore the ruins of Ross Island, which was once the administrative headquarters of the British.

Choosing the Right Andaman Tour Package

Budget-Friendly Packages

For travelers on a budget, there are numerous cost-effective packages that offer a glimpse of Andaman's beauty without breaking the bank.

Adventure Enthusiasts' Packages

If you seek adventure, opt for packages that include activities like trekking through dense forests, water sports, and island hopping.

Romantic Getaways

Andaman is also a perfect destination for honeymooners. Choose romantic packages that offer private beach dinners and leisurely strolls along the shore.

Exploring Andaman's Cuisine

Seafood Delights

Indulge in fresh seafood delicacies like lobster, crab, and a variety of fish prepared in authentic Andaman style.

Local Flavors

Try local dishes such as seafood curries, coconut-based dishes, and traditional sweets to savor the unique flavors of Andaman.

Andaman's Unique Culture

Tribes of Andaman

Learn about the indigenous tribes of Andaman, their way of life, and the efforts to preserve their cultural heritage.

Festivals and Celebrations

Experience the vibrant festivals celebrated on the islands, such as the Island Tourism Festival and Subhash Mela.

How to Reach Andaman

By Air

The Veer Savarkar International Airport in Port Blair is well-connected to major Indian cities, making air travel the most convenient way to reach Andaman.

By Sea

Alternatively, you can take a ferry from Chennai, Kolkata, or Vishakhapatnam to Port Blair for a unique sea journey.

Best Time to Visit Andaman

The best time to visit Andaman is from October to May when the weather is pleasant, and the waters are ideal for water activities.

Travel Tips and Safety

Always carry necessary medications and first aid kits.

Respect the local culture and traditions.

Follow safety guidelines for water sports and activities.

Conclusion

Andaman tours packages offer an opportunity to explore a tropical paradise filled with natural beauty, adventure, and unique cultural experiences. Whether you're a budget traveler, adventure enthusiast, or a couple seeking a romantic getaway, Andaman has something to offer to every traveler.

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The Spiral Woman

From as early as I can remember, a bronze metallic figure hung from the ceiling in my grandmother’s living room. The sculpture is called Spiral Woman and that is the form that it takes.

Suspended mid-air hang the legs and arms of a woman—not tensed but not stretched slack, almost patient—protruding out of a long, funneled, otherworldly spiral that has entirely enveloped the space where an ordinary woman’s head and body would have been. 

It’s just a funnel and limbs hanging into space. My aunts and uncles call her “Soft Serve Lady.”

This inexplicable form was a lot for my two-year-old eyes to peer up at in an otherwise unremarkable living room, and I was accordingly transfixed and confused by its inhuman human-ness. At some point I asked some older relative what it was. 

Their voice issues forth from a dark shadow in my memory, and I can’t make out the speaker. In some attempt to account for the sculpture’s ambiguous depth and to capture the helpless, unperceiving caughtness of the woman, the voice says words that were received by my two-year-old mind as simply “She is blind.”

I had never come face-to-face with a blind person before, but boy had I heard about them. My father was a bonafide Christian pastor who read us the Bible every night at the table after dinner.

And so, night after night I sat—spaghetti-filled and listening—and heard about the Lord’s employment of countless entrapping spirals in the deployment of his wrath and his salvation. 

I saw the whole plagued nation of Egypt immobilized, like a million top-heavy hermit crabs, listing debilitatingly too far to one side and splayed all throughout their dust-colored, pyramid-lined city. 

I saw the splendid armies of Assyria—stretching across the plain—suddenly covered like shell-game peas and rolling horizontally homeward behind the prophet Elisha’s guiding voice. 

I saw the funnelblind leading the funnelblind. The spirally-entrapped leader’s hand stretched backwards, guiding his wobbly follower down a path of darkness that they both seemed at least to have some exoskeletal padding against.

Throughout his short working years, Jesus encounters blind people in absolute droves. In the mud by the side of the road, laid across the shores of lake-sized seas, lowered from ceilings on mattresses to convenient eye level, at the bottom of a glass of watery wine. 

And I sat and listened and saw this Lord Jesus make his freedom manifest in the shedding, across Israel, of these swirly prisons. With a word of power, some well placed mud and spit, and some vague salvific motion I saw them halved and discarded like hatched eggshells—drying out on palm fronds all along the dusty streets of Jerusalem,

Even more wondrous, I knew blind people were rare but not extinct from our own world, and that it was just a matter of time until I would find one. Some day in the park, or the grocery store candy aisle, or maybe in the distance out of the window of our mini-van I would witness that familiar hermit-crabby ice-cream shape and see the exact, life-sized details of the blindness I had heard so much about.  

And if I was stricken? Would I be suddenly caught in a full spiral or would it start slowly with a sort of slick hardness of the face and a slight dimming of vision? 

Around the age of four, I did in fact see a blind man. He was different than I expected with a full body and head, totally unentrapped, and instead simply seemed to have strange cloudy eyes that peered up off into space and a plastic stick that he carried with him. I realized that there must be different types of blindness. There was of course your classic funnel blindness, but also a more basic mechanical type where something interfered with the operations of your eyes. This eye-based blindness seemed pretty benign in comparison to the dark trappedness of being swallowed, body and face. It was the type of blindness that they might be able to fix easily in a hospital, and wouldn’t take the opening, freeing power of the Lord Jesus himself.  

The Spiral Woman now hangs, still entrapped, from the twenty-five foot ceiling of the North Carolina Museum of Art. Sometimes my grandmother and I go to look at it. I don’t know when I stopped believing in funnel blindness. I have still never seen it in real life.