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#he can also breath on land due to not being born a mermaid
peelingitwithpeels · 1 year
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It's spooky season soooo
The wilds headcanons Spooky edition
Dot is a witch, she prepares for the worst and brings small bags of herbs and salts wherever she goes. She is a solitary hedge witch instead of a coven witch because she prefers to work alone and without the distribution of others. They comes into town every two weeks to restock on supplies. She leaves a protection spell on her doors and windows to ensure nothing can come in while she’s gone and nothing can come in when she’s asleep. She feeds stray cats that often follow her home.
(Round applause for @fruitybishop who helped me with this idea they are amazing ) Kirin is a werewolf, but he absolutely doesn’t look like one. He look like some big fluffy golden retriever instead of a traditional wolf. After being bitten by another werewolf, his nose got stronger to the point where he can sniff out when someone is sinister or has ulterior motives. Everytime he transforms his hair gets longer and more fluffier than the last time. He gets warm very easily due to his fur when he's in wolf form so when he's in his human form he's a human body heater. He runs with a pack and one time, they hyped him up to fight a bear. Was NOT the best idea.
Rachel and Nora are Siren sisters; they live further in the sea on three small rocky islands called Sirenum Scopuli. Unlike some of the other characters, they were born sirens, daughters of a river god Winged creatures that lure sailors to their deaths, they only sing at night to ensure that they aren't seen and the possibility of escape is lessened. Nora plays the harp while Rachel sings the alluring song to draw the sailors in. Sometimes they disguise themselves as humans to go out on the mainland to scope out what times the ships go out to the sea and which ship has the most men on there.
Ivan is a vampire. He writes tons of journals since the moment he got turned to account for the journey of his undead life and he exaggerates the hell out of it. During the Harlem Renaissance, he found an old mansion that seemed abandoned and made it his main home for whenever he comes back from his travels. He dated plenty of famous people through the centuries. He uses his super hearing to listen in other’s conversations and he flies around everywhere he hates walking. The first time he drank blood he went overboard and killed a mayor and had to leave town. He doesn't wear mainly black because he thinks that's lame (he wears a cape)
Leah is a mermaid, she explores shipwreck ships and collects items from the ship and she swims to the surface late to show to Rachel and Nora who never have the time to examine human culture. Her tail is a beautiful sapphire blue colour and scales are up her forearms. Unlike the sirens, mermaids tend to be wary of humans and try to live their lives away from human intervention. Humans who do not heed warnings are usually trapped in a violent storm and never seen again. However, Leah whose curiosity knows no limit goes to land and befriends local humans to gather more information. Also, she accidentally drowned someone by thinking they could breathe under water
Josh is a ghost, he died from tuberculosis back in 1897. For the longest time he was lonely, only able to watch his family live on and die and unable to speak a word to them. With only animals being able to see him, he friended a flock of ducks and for year's the same flock goes by the house and he greets them. By 1923, Ivan found the house and Josh was so surprised someone can see him. Whenever Ivan comes home, Josh is overjoyed and accidentally spooks a victim away from the house (Ivan never is mad and just happily greets him). He can turn the lights on and off and whenever someone tries to get the house that isn't Ivan he knocks on the doors at night and turn the lights on and off and scare the living shit out of them making them leave.
Martha is a green witch. Unlike Dot, she lives on a farm closer to the town. She sells oils and herbs to the locals and some people come to her farm to seek medical help. On her farm, she had rabbits, sheep and cows. By developing a close relationship with them, she harnesses the energy of the nature sources around them. When she gardens, she compliments her flora and greenery and gives them cute names to help them flourish. She carries small potions and wears a black tourmaline necklace and gave one to Toni when she visited. Martha and Dot have weekly afternoon tea chats to catch up at Martha’s farm and Dot buys a potion from her before she leaves.
Raf is a Orc. He lives on the outskirts of town, not because he hates people but mainly because crowds make him nervous and he sweats a lot. Also adding to the fact that he is an orc he would prefer to never attract attention to himself. He sleeps on the ground because with every bed he buys he breaks on accident. The only person he felt comfortable enough to be around was Martha and she goes into town a lot for him. He taken to sewing because none of the clothes he found is ever his size because he is so tall. He mainly gardens vegetables and gives to them Martha so she calls to sell them for him (entirely inspired by Gorgug)
Toni is a werewolf. Unlike Kirin though, she looks like a wolf when she transforms. She doesn't believe in the pack mentality so she is a lone wolf and strays away from wolf politics. She stays at Martha’s farm and protects the farm animals from predators and out-of-town werewolves who pass by. She met Kirin by chance when she caught him in the middle of fighting a bear while his pack cheered him on and helped him cause the bear was winning. When a full moon comes out, Toni locks herself inside the barn and chains herself to a bed. As a result of being a werewolf, she has a larger set of teeth and a hint of gold in her eyes.
Scotty is half Faun and half Satyr, unlike Satyrs, Fauns are not women-obsessed as them and have a strong sense of direction. He once led a werewolf pack in the wrong direction because he wanted to protect the animals that would've gotten eaten if they had gone the right way. He lives in the middle of the forest but goes into town disguised to play his flute and earn cash. He met Kirin also by chance because he thought he was a regular wolf and tried to kill him for his wolfskin. He uses his flute to cast spells on travellers who have ill intentions of venturing out into the woods.
Shelby is a demon, to be specific she is a crossroad demon. There is a specific spot that locals know called the devil crossroads and people only go to strike up a demon in exchange for their souls. People wait till midnight and she shows up underneath the dim light of a lamppost. She gives them at least five years to enjoy their wish and she sends her hounds to give them a heads up that time is almost up and if they run, well, she loves the chase. She comes to Earth sometimes to scope out the bars and sees who would be her next customer and who she could tempt. She started to visit town more often to see a certain werewolf.
Bo is a centaur and he lives with Scotty in the middle of the forest. Normally Centaurs would live in Thessaly but Scotty convinced him to travel with him to a bigger and newer town that doesn't have that many centaurs. As much as Scotty enjoys wine, Bo is unable to handle wine as well so he usually drinks a glass of water when Scotty drinks. He uses a bow and arrow to hunt deer and rabbits and brings them home cooking them stew that would last them days. He bakes bread from scratch and goes to the abandoned mansion to chat with Josh while Ivan is gone.
Fatin is a Fae. Faeries are known for luring children into the forest and swapping them with a faerie changeling. She isn't interested in none of that, though she doesn't mind the fact that people don't talk badly about faeries because of how afraid people are of them. She often visits Dot and helps her with her chores in exchange Dot hands her children teeth (it's better if you don't ask how Dot has it). Dot usually plants roses in her garden if she misses Fatin and want to talk. Once, someone littered in the forest, and when midnight struck, she performed poltergeist in their house.
Henry is a witch, but unlike Dot and Martha, he is a Cosmic witch. Cosmic witches focus on celestial energies and perform rituals based on the elements. He waits till Midnight and travels to the woods to get a clear view of the stars and draw energy from the sky and stars. He keeps up with the natal carts and focuses most of his energy to astronomy and astrology. He carries crystals bought from Martha and learns basic steps to protection spells to keep his house marked and protected. When Ivan met Henry, he mistaken him for another vampire and exposed himself on accident.
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mephiles-the-jester · 3 years
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salmon mermaid fundy! in this universe he used to be a normal fox hybrid until he was cursed to be a mermaid when he was really young. he has more salmon traits because wilbur adopted him. i gave him a shell too :)
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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff (MCU) x Fem!Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU
Warnings: Mild language, cannon divergence, reader is kind of an oblivious shy dumb-ass who avoids her problems TvT
Summary: After everything life has put you through you just want to walk through life unnoticed and unbothered, but that seems to be out of the question when you're an enhanced working for the avengers and catch the eye of a certain speedster who just so happens to be your soulmate.
Word Count: 3.1k
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a/n: this is very shitty and doesn’t make much sense im sorry i haven’t written something like this in so long :’) 
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Sokovia. 2015.
“Glad you like the view, Romanoff. It's about to get better.” Fury said punching buttons on his data pad, “Nice, right? I pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends. She's dusty, but she'll do.” Fury laughed, looking over at the small but capable team of Ex-SHIELD agents, smiling, as the old helicarrier pulled up beside the ever rising city.
You looked out of the window as the battle raged on in the city, you still weren’t sure why Fury had asked you to come with him. After all, you didn’t exactly have a useful skill set for this fight, you couldn’t operate the fancy systems that kept the helicarrier in the air, and despite being enhanced you definitely didn’t have the fighting set to help out the avengers, who were fighting in the city, saving the planet from total destruction once again.
You sighed, turning your back to the window and going to stand next to Fury, who rarely let you out of his sight.
“Sir, I’m grateful you trusted me enough to bring me along but if I could ask, why did you bring me?, My skills aren't exactly useful here.” you said with a frown.
Fury looked down at you grimly, “Just a feeling Mrs. [L/N].”
You nodded, turning your attention to your colleagues, who were diligently aiding in the rescue of the sokovian citizens, and the battle raging on outside. You watched in awe as Tony Stark- or rather Iron Man and War Machine began to destroy the bots that had begun to attack the helicarrier.
Suddenly Agent Hill’s voice rang out “INCOMING!”. You barely had time to jump out of the way as a robot crashed through the front window, Maria immediately emptying her clip into it as Fury finished it off with a piece of metal debris.
“And here I was thinking I wasn’t going to see any action”, you quipped, staring at the mess of metal and oil on the helicarrier floor.
You sighed, trying to even your breathing, absentmindedly running your fingers over the inky black words imprinted on the inside of your wrist. In this world everyone had a soulmate, all 7 billion people, and the first words they’ll say to you appear on the inside of your left wrist when your born, which turns red after you have your first kiss with your soulmate, however you don’t have any expectations to ever meet yours, and you don’t really want too, after all life moves pretty fast when your an Ex-HYDRA experiment and an Ex-SHIELD trainee, and these days you really just wanted to spend the rest of your days unnoticed and unbothered - aside from work of course.
You were broken out of your thoughts when a voice crackled over the comms, “Guys we have a problem!” It was Agent Barton, his voice was panicked and his breathing was ragged, “Pietro’s been hit, I can’t tell if he’s alive or not.”
Fury looked over at you, his face as stoic as ever, but you could see the slight bit of fear in his eyes “Showtime kid, let’s see what you can do.”
You nodded, taking off down the hall and jumping into a small craft, piloting it to the city where you could see Barton leaning over someone’s body. You landed, running over to them, it was one of the twins, a fellow enhanced experiment of HYDRA. You leaned down placing a hand on his bullet riddled chest, a small teal light eminitated from your hand as you closed your eyes and concentrated.
Suddenly your eyes snapped open, you looked up at Clint, “He’s alive,” Clint let out a sigh of relief. “but just barely, I  need to get him back to the medical bay immediately.” You finished. Clint nodded, helping you get the man loaded on the craft you arrived in, he gave you a small nod of thanks before running back to the rescue transports.
Back in your lab you had him hooked up to nearly every medical machine available, while your abilities had managed to stop the blood and heal the internal damage there was still the possibility of him not making it through the night, after all he had yet to regain consciousness and enhanced powers could only do so much, bringing back the dead wasn’t really one of those.
You sighed, leaning over his resting form, brushing a stray piece of his bleach blonde hair out of his face. You studied his face, he was quite possibly one of the most handsome people you’d ever seen, and that was even with the blood and dirt caked on him.
You turned gathering a cloth and a bowl of water, deciding it would be best to at least clean what grime you could off of him. You started with his face before moving to his chest, it was still caked in blood and dirt from where the bullets had ripped through him, though the wounds were closed and healed now. You took note of how well built he was but tried to focus on that as little as possible, after all he was your patient and you hadn’t ever even spoken to him.
As you ran the wet cloth over his body your mind began to wander, however you were broken out of your thoughts when a hand grabbed your arm. It was Pietro. You let out a squeak, mildly startled by his sudden consciousness, however it was clear that he was extremely disoriented and out of it. You moved, setting the washcloth and bowl back on the counter before gathering your clipboard to write that he had regained consciousness.
“Are you an angel?” He asked weakly, you turned looking at him, shocked. Those words, the ever familiar words that had been carried with you since birth, it was him. You inhaled, pushing all that aside, shaking your head as you approached his side.
“Rest.” Was all you said, before you walked out of the room, and for the rest of the night Pietro faded in and out of consciousness, only holding on to the fading sound of your voice.
Avengers Tower. One Month Later.
It had been a month since Sokovia. One month since Pietro Maximoff had almost died. He often found himself wondering what would have happened if he had died, would Wanda have been okay? Would anyone have cared? The other question that seemed to plague his mind day and night, the thought that had burrowed it’s way into his dreams and his absent minded musings, was the thought of seeing that girl that had saved him again.
He didn’t remember much about that day after he was shot, but everytime he closed his eyes he could see her, the girl with the (y/h/c) hair and the soothing voice, he couldn’t remember her fcae or if he had said anything to her but he could remember her touch and he craved to feel it again. The word “rest” also filled his mind, the way it sounded rolling off her tongue, it was the same word that had kept him grounded over the years, and the word that he so often traced on the inside of his wrist. He found himself feeling like the prince from that old animated mermaid movie Wanda made him watch as a kid, looking for the girl that saved him. Looking for his soulmate.
He broke himself out of his thoughts when he heard Maria Hill, one of the many people that had eagerly welcomed him to the Avengers and the remnants of SHIELD calling his name.
“Agent Hill, what can I do for you?” He asked, lifting himself off of the couch, turning to face her.
“Are you doing anything around 1:30 today? I’m supposed to be giving a tour to our newest Avenger today but I have a prior obligation around that time and was wondering if you would mind running it instead, normally I would ask someone else but I feel that you would be the best option in this case due to your…” Maria trailed off trying to come up with the word “Commonalities.”
Pietro’s ears perked up, a new member? Commonalities? Needless to say it was intriguing and would definitely provide a good distraction from his thoughts. “Okay.” He said, shrugging.
Maria smiled, handing him the manilla folder that was your file. “Her name is [Y/N] [L/N], she’s talented, all the necessary information should be in there.” Maria sighed inwardly as she clasped her hands behind her as she watched Pietro speed read through the folder.
To be honest, though she’d never tell Fury, she was hesitant to let you join the Avengers. You were talented no doubt, but she worried about you, maybe it was the fact that she had been the one to rescue you all those years ago, before the fall of SHIELD, before she ever worked for Stark, but still something told her maybe it was too soon, after all you had seemed pretty shaken after the Ultron ordeal.
“Well, you’ll need to meet her at the west elevator on floor 34 in an hour. Just take her through the itinerary there and get to know her, make her feel welcome.” Maria said with a smile before leaving back the way she came.
Pietro smiled as he waved goodbye, before looking down at the picture of you, of his soulmate, the girl that saved him.
Avengers Tower Floor 34. One Hour Later.
You rocked back and forth on your heels. It had been a month since Sokovia. One month since you had saved the man who was supposedly your soulmate. After that fateful day you went back into hiding with Fury, back to training with Fury, but now, according to Fury at least, it was time for you to join the Avengers as their medic.
You walked down the long glass hall, Agent Hill had told you that your guide would meet you outside the west elevator. She had also told you that your tour guide was one of the twins, due to your “commonalities” both in being enhanced and in being the newest members. You hoped it wasn’t going to be him, after all you still hadn’t really had time to process it all. Of course, life never really listened when you asked it for things.
The elevator dinged, signaling it’s arrival, you turned your attention from your wrist to the elevator,pulling down your sleeve to cover it as the doors slid open to reveal the gray clad speedster.
“They told me we were getting a new recruit, but they failed to tell me of your beauty.” Pietro smirked leaning against the elevator wall. You blushed, looking down at your shoes before sliding past him and stepping into the elevator. “Not talking huh? It’s okay I'll get you to crack eventually.” He smiled, winking at you only causing your face to flush even more.
As the tour went on Pietro did what he could to make you talk, though you usually only answered with one or two words. He was confused to say the least, did you not know? It was as the tour came to a close that he finally asked you the question that had been plaguing his mind the whole time, wondering if you would admit to him that you knew or if you were just clueless. “So, [Y/N], they tell me you are enhanced, like us, with healing abilities.” You nodded, “Were you there in Sokovia? Last month I mean, when Ultron attacked.”
You looked up sharply. “Um yeah, yeah I was.” You sighed, fidgeting with your sleeves.
“Then you're the one who saved me that day, thank you.” He smiled, bringing your hands into his, “I’m very happy you’re with us, and I hope that you will allow me to thank you properly? Maybe dinner?” His eyes were hopeful.
Did he know? You wondered, would he bring it up then, ease into it, charm you? Or had he been too out of it to even realise and was simply trying to be nice? Either way it was too much too fast.  “Um, I’ll think about it, I’m just kinda tired right now.”
“I understand, I’ll see you in the morning then beautiful, yes?” He smiled walking you down the hall to your room. You nodded, before looking down at the floor again. “Well if you need anything Wanda and I are both on this floor and if we’re not here we’re likely on the common floor.” He smiled watching you nod once again before retreating into your room.
Pietro sighed, running a hand through his hair, you had to know by now, if he hadn’t spoken to you that day what he said on the elevator should have been the words on your wrist? Why were you so hesitant? Did you not like him, was he not everything you had ever hoped for in a soulmate? He let out a short breath as he pushed the button to call the elevator, fine, he was charming right? He’d do whatever it took to convince you that he was the perfect guy for you, after all you were an angel to him.
A Stark Party at Avenger Tower. Two Months Later.
It had been two months, two months since you had joined the Avengers and you were still just as shy around Pietro as you had been on your first day. He couldn’t understand it, while you were shy around most of the other members too, save for his own sister and Sam Wilson, yet you seemed to purposefully avoid him. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something to make you mad or uncomfortable, he couldn’t understand why but it hurt, it hurt more than getting shot in Sokovia had, it was raw and painful but he did his best to hide it and simply be as polite and nice to you as possible.
“Hey there speedy, you seem quieter than normal and I don’t think I’ve heard one smart remark out of you today, what’s going on?” Clint Barton said, placing his hand on Pietro’s shoulder. Despite Clint’s general teasing of the younger man he did genuinely care for him and that was something Pietro was grateful for.
“I’m just lost in thought, thank you though Clint.” Pietro sighed, taking his coffee and heading to his room, after all Stark was having one of his infamous parties tonight and even if he wasn’t there with you Pietro still wanted to look nice for you.
Nearly six hours later everyone was downstairs, the floor alive with people, and Pietro found himself seated at the bar, nursing a whiskey as he watched you converse with his twin. You looked amazing, your gorgeous body clad in a gray knee length cocktail dress with gorgeous lace sleeves and accents. Despite the fact that you rarely spoke to him somehow, some way every little thing you did imprinted itself in his brain and only made himself fall harder and harder for you.
His mood quickly changed however from adoration to jealousy as he watched a group of suit clad men isolate you from his sister and begin to speak to you. Under normal circumstances he would have simply let you be, never wanting to make you uncomfortable or angry, but you were picking at your nails, something he had noticed you only did when you were uncomfortable.
So he did what any love-sick gentlemen would do, and he went to rescue you. Within seconds Pietro was by your side, snaking a hand around your waist, secretly praying to god that he wasn’t making you more uncomfortable.You tensed at the contact but relaxed with a sigh of relief as you looked up to find Pietro.
“Hello my love,” Pietro smiled looking down at you before turning back to the group of men, “Hello gentlemen, I hope you don’t mind if I steal my soulmate for a minute, it’s important Avenger business, you know?” He smirked, giving them no room to respond as he turned and led you to the balcony.
When you arrived on the balcony you sighed as you let the cool air roll over you. “Thank you for that Pietro.” You said softly. “I’m really grateful.”
Pietro smiled softly, “Of course, what are friends for.” He turned heading for the door, but stopped when your voice rang out.
“I’m sorry Pietro.” He turned back to look at you, your eyes trained on the floor, “I’ve been cold and distant and all you’ve done is try and be nice and make me feel happy and safe and welcome here and I’m just so sorry.”
Pietro sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve known this whole time haven’t you. That we were soulmates.”
You looked up meeting his eyes, they were blue and piercing and oh so gorgeous but they were filled with pain.
“Yes, I’ve known since Sokovia. When you first regained consciousness you asked if I was an angel, I couldn’t focus on the fact that we were soulmates in that moment so I pushed it away, after that I just began to wonder, I mean I’m so different compared to you, you're so handsome and kind and talented and I’m just plain and boring, I figured that the universe probably made a mistake, and that you would be better of with someone else, but I never meant to hurt you,” You looked up at him, his face filled with a mix of shock and pain “I’m so so sorry.” You said, your voice breaking as you looked down, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“You are the most oblivious girl I’ve ever met.” Pietro chuckled, your head snapping up to look at him, “For one I’ve been flirting with you since you got here, you’d think that that would be a sign that I find you attractive, No?” You chuckled, “Second, Not talented? You saved my life, I was nearly dead and would be without you. Not kind? You have made my sister feel so happy and so welcome, you’ve given her the best friend she’s always wanted. Not pretty? My Angel, you are the most beautiful girl at this party. I’ve loved you from the minute I saw you, your smile can light up a room, and your laughter can make any sadness fade away, you my darling are perfect.” He smiled softly at you, cupping your cheek as you stared up into his eyes. “I love you moy angel”  
You stared up in awe at the silver haired speedster, “I- You’re so perfect, you have been so understanding and-” Your voice broke as more tears rushed down your face, Pietro simply whispered sweet nothings as he wiped away your tears. “I love you too.” You whispered smiling softly.
“Could I kiss you?” Pietro asked with an airy chuckle, you smiled,nodding before pressing your lips to his, letting the world around you melt away, as both of you reveled in the warm feeling of your marks changing from black to red.
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Love all your writing and your OCs so far! 💜 Do you have any headcannons or something to share with Toile and Gula, both in general and them as a couple? Also, what is Gula’s Unique Magic if you can share?
Thank you! I'm so glad you love my writing and my OCs. These two were some of the first ones I came up with and so I'm glad to share~ hopefully this will motivate me to finish my Toile one shot I started 😅 as for Gula's unique magic... going to be honest never made one for anyone outside of my Scarabia boys and they only got them because it was relevant for the story (except Nasir. He was needed for jokes)
Toile Weaver
-Toile is not entirely human. Like Sebek, Toile is actually half-fae. Their father is a draconic water fae who while traveling came to Pyroxene and fell in love with Toile's mother and decided to stay. The only fae feature Toile inherited though was the ability to breathe underwater.
-Toile's hair is naturally pink like their mothers. They started dying their lower layers of hair blue after flipping through a book on enchanted clothing and learned of a princess who had a dress that shifted from pink to blue and back to pink and wanted to mimic it. Though they still have yet to perfect doing it to clothing like they want to
-Toile got into glass artistry on a complete whim. They just wanted to practice controlling their fire magic spells in an interesting way but ended up really loving the pretty colors and sculptures they could make and so they kept at it
-Before the Billiards team Toile didn't have any friends and were only really acquainted with their family due to them being mute and the adults being weary if their father even if they respected him. Most kids just found it too tedious to talk to them as well, even without the prejudice
-Toile was born mute. No accident, no nothing.
-both of their parents are excellent magic casters and make most of their money by selling enchanted clothing items allowing them to live comfortably in the semi secluded outskirts of their village.
-despite what Malleus thinks, Toile is actually not afraid of him though they do respect him as the future king of the fae. Toile just avoids the inner circle cause they are too damned loud and so they find them annoying, especially with the addition of Sebek
Gula Glitterencove
-Gula's mother is a self made woman from the Coral Sea and started her hotel chain from the ground up looking to capitalize on allowing merfolk to more easily see human inhabitants and human inhabitants to interact with merfolk
-While Gula was born in the more shallow waters of the Coral Sea near the Coconut Islands giving him his more easily identifiable ethnic features in his human form, he studied on land near Port Jubilee as his mother was setting up her second branch there at the time and has never quite shaken the accent
-Gula is versed in a wide array of languages due to his family being in the travel industry and currently has seven languages under his belt not including Sign Language which he learned on a whim to honor the voiceless mermaid princess (a skill he now thanks himself greatly for)
-Gula's gold tooth was something he got after getting into a fight with one of his older sisters (he has two, both are a half head taller and also very strong the eldest just got married recently too) when they were younger and they knocked a tooth out. His parents offered to get him one that would blend in but he insisted on a flashy gold tooth cause it looked cooler
-Gula has always loved shiny things, and thats why it was no suprise when he started designing his own jewelry. He wears a lot of his own original pieces now. Even designing a matching piece for everyone on the Billiards team
-speaking of the Billiards team was a joint idea between himself and Banjeet. Both of them wanted to be part of a club together but wanted something low maintenance but still required strategy but more physical then chess.
-Gula hates the Octavinelle group. Every single one of them. No questions asked. He may play nice but he really would rather shove a fishing hook in his eye then spend time with them willingly
Gula and Toile as a couple
-the annoying couple that is all over each other in public and the rest of the Billiards team hates being around them when they are like that, though they are capable of separating when the situation is more serious
-the two of them got together the first time two months into Toile's first year and Gula's second year and brief period as dorm leader. Toile was the one who asked Gula out
-the two broke up after Gula lost his title of dorm leader. There wasnt any fight and the two had parted amicably. Toile just thought it was because Gula wanted to take the opertunity to find himself. Gula was actually just terrified that Azul would use them against him to keep him in check and Gula refused to let that happen
-Gula loves to play with Toile's hair and put a ton of accessories in it. Anything for his treasure. While Toile as been working on an embroidered jacket for Gula for well over a year but it's never good enough so they keep starting over
-Toile had to learn how to play Billiards from Gula but that's about it. Toile will pretend they don't know something though and have Gula explain it just to get more time with him and hear his voice
-Gula loves holding Toile in his arms and loves how small they are with their slender frame and much shorter stature
-despite everything though the two are extremely competitive with each other and all bets are off when they go head to head
-both tend to be rather jelouse and will snap at anyone who makes a move on the other (ask poor Jude XD) but this died down with the second bout of them getting back together, opting to let the one being hit on sending the suitor packing. They only intervene if someone won't take no as an answer
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zodiyack · 4 years
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Siren Seduction; Alternate Story
Kind of Requested?:  captivatedbycillianmurphy said: I’m actually a professional mermaid, it would be cool if you wrote a story about Tommy finding me by accident “in tail !” LOL🤣🧜🏻‍♀️ Siren Seduction !
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader
Warnings: swearing, mermaids, mention of death, sexual/smutty mentions and reference(s), nudity (FOR MERMAID REASONS), slight angst, fluff
Note: The note for these two stories is on the first one, found here. Also, my apologies for the random ending, I tried to make it go with the title. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense, it’s all I could think of.
Y/f/b/g = Your Favorite Baked Good
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Y/n L/n was an elegant and formal lady to say the least. She married Tommy and took his son into her life like it was nothing. She treated Charlie with love and motherhood, as if he was her own. She loved Tommy with all of her heart, her marriage to him meaning the world to her. Y/n was not one to break a promise nor the vows of her wed. Tommy was the same, his vows becoming important to him when he discovered his fiancé happily playing with her soon-to-be stepson.
After the wedding, he found that his wife strayed away from contact with water, and preferred wearing a large coat if she were to be around it. Anything to prevent her from getting wet. When the rain was falling, she asked that she be the one to hold the umbrella, so that it was sure to cover any part of her body that was showing any amount of skin.
It isn’t strange to have Aquaphobia, or at least to behave in a way that makes people think you do, but it was strange to act such a way yet enjoy being at the beach or around where water made home. Y/n hated the thought of getting her skin even the least bit wet, but she loved visiting the places having to do with the liquid. Why? No one knew, but it did intrigue them.
Currently, she lied on the sofa with a blanket and book in hand. Charlie was with Tommy and they were expected to be home soon. It didn’t bother her when they left, as it gave her some time with herself. She normally took care of the young Shelby when Tommy was out, and it filled her with joy, but she did need alone time every once in awhile. She had a lot of reading that she was excited to catch up on.
John and Arthur accompanied Tommy and Charlie with their visit to a bakery. There was a promise Tommy made to Charlie every time they were in town. “Behave yourself and you can pick out something for you and mummy.” So that’s what he did. Charlie often picked y/f/b/g for Y/n and a fresh cookie for himself.
As her fingers brushed over the page, she thought of the water, the beautiful and relaxing sound it made when leaving the faucet in the kitchen, or the peaceful splashes that came from droplets of rain from the sky, the waves of the ocean too! It made a glorious sound when it hit the shore. It was Y/n’s true home, and she had been away for so long.
Unknown to the Shelby family, or really anyone that was a pure mortal, Y/n was a mermaid. She was born to the creatures, and still was one. Like the others, she had the ability to transform herself to human on land. The price of which, was that she would shift back into her true form if she were to get wet. She could switch back, but that would require her to be dry again.
It needed an awful lot of cautiousness. She couldn’t be in the kitchen, or really anywhere that would cause her exposure to liquids. Of course, Bodily fluids and Charlie’s slobber/drool was an exception. By now, Tommy and her were not new to the bedroom. When they had first done the deed, it came as a surprise to her that she didn’t shift forms during said session. She ended up making it clear to her husband that she would do anything with him as long as it didn’t involve a form of liquid that didn’t come from their bodies.
How she bathed was another question. Y/n refused to do anything with Tommy involving the bathroom or tub, her rule specifying that. Maids were turned down when they offered to help. She didn’t bathe Charlie, instead asking Ada to do it, and she never washed her hands in front of others. So how was she taking care of her hygiene? Easy; she did take baths, but they were short due to her only needing to wash her upper-body. She used the extra time to dry off, so it only seemed like she took a long relaxing bath by herself to release the stress of the day.
Now she was at home and alone. No one could ask where she had went. No one could walk in on her with a tail. But still, she wouldn’t be prepared if her husband or one of her in-laws walked in. The only place, would be to go home. To the sea. Of course there would be a few people there, it was a good day, but Y/n knew a secluded part that only the Shelby family visited.
She asked a taxi-driver to bring her to the beach as fast as she could. He knew of her Shelby name, and he knew not to upset her or her family. Of course he didn’t take into thought that her husband might dislike her leaving her home while he had people ready to kill him and his loved ones. So, as she expected, he followed her orders and sped off to the sandy terrain.
They conversed a little on the drive. Y/n didn’t pay much attention to the driver. He seemed really interested in keeping her amused, however it didn’t amuse nor have any affect on Y/n’s thinking. She was too busy focusing on getting to the beach.
“Keep going, there’s a drop off spot. Please do not follow me, and do not wait for me.” Y/n adjusted her sleeve, not phased by the fact that she sounded suspicious.
“Yes ma’am. If I am to come upon your husband, shall I tell ‘im where you are?” 
“No, that will not be necessary.” The car halted to a stop. The man was about to rush to the other side and let Y/n out, but she was already smoothing her hands down her dress and reaching to open the door. “James is it? Well thank you, I ask that you do not come back to this location unless I am in the car and asking you to take me here. Understood?”
“Yes Mrs. Shelby.” He opened his hand and accepted the change, mumbling, “And it’s Henry...” as she left his line of sight.
She walked down the path, taking off her gloves and shoes to walk among the soft and warm sand. The wind felt wonderful in her hair. She continued walking, she was on the part she had thought about. Her hands relieved her of her dress, now nude in the empty area. The tip of her big toe touched the water, and her legs started turning into scales.
She had never felt so alive. Held up on land for about 3 years, it was so refreshing to be back in her natural environment. When her legs became connected she fell into the water and swam forward. She kept swimming. It felt like hours had gone by when she finally returned to the surface.
Little did she know, Tommy, Charlie, John and Arthur thought it would be a nice day to go to the beach, suggestion of Charles Shelby. When Tommy found his wife’s clothing, he assumed only the worst and sent his brothers into rowboats to search the water as much as they could. Charlie and him were walking along the shore, Tommy reassuring Charlie so that he wouldn’t get worried or start crying for his mother.
Anger filled Tommy when his brothers quickly rowed back. He couldn’t hear them shouting with awe and disbelief. They had found Y/n because she was swimming back, the bottom of her beautiful green and sunset-like colored tail came out of the water slightly when she swam past them. She didn’t see them, but they saw her.
They beat her back to the shore and pulled their boats with them.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ eh?” Tommy was still furious. His first wife had died, and now this. Now his brothers just suddenly didn’t care for him or his lover. “My wife is out there! Get off ya lazy asses, and search for her!”
“Tommy!” John was out of breath, leaning over and panting like his older brother. “We found her.”
“Actually, she found us.” Arthur finally caught his and told his brother of the strange sighting. “She had a bloody tail. Have we gone mad?”
“I think you might’ve. There’s no way my wife, who has fuckin’ legs, had a tail and just,” He made a motion with his hand, “zoomed on past ya.”
The men were still arguing. It bored Charlie. And a great amount. He started looking around, practically begging for something actually cool to happen.
“Look!”
All three brother’s attention was on Charlie now. He was pointing to the ocean, where a tail poked out.
“See, we aren’t mad, are we John?”
“No. No, I don’t think so Arthur.”
“Look Tommy, ya son found his mum.”
The tail went back underwater and was replaced with Y/n’s head, her body following. The Shelby brothers took a second, all three with slacked jaws and wide eyes. Thomas caught himself first, noticing the situation.
“Cover your damn eyes. That’s my wife, and she’s obviously missing some coverage.” Tommy handed Charlie to his uncles, scoffing at his brother’s behaviors. “Hand me her dress. And that blanket while you’re at it.”
He rushed to his wife, both cloths in hand. She made a confused face at her husband, but let him wrap the blanket around her anyways. Tommy picked her up bridal style and held her close to him. She could feel his heart beat, as well as his shaking arms.
The secret was out.
Tommy shooed his brothers out of the way and set his wife down. He took the end of the blanket and wiped down her tail, making sure to be extra careful. No words were spoken until Y/n broke the silence.
“Tommy?”
He made a humming sound, letting her know he was listening.
“Do you not love me anymore? Since you know now?”
Thomas continued drying off her body, standing in front of her and reaching in a hug-like motion to rub her back dry. He turned the blanket quickly so that he could dry off her front-side, then her arms. After a little bit, her tail turned into her human legs. It caused her other human bits to be more exposed. Luckily, Tommy was quick to pull her dress over her body and sit her upright.
She put her hand on his shoulder. His eyes glanced up to hers and he smiled softly. Tommy pressed a kiss to Y/n’s lips, passion and relief filled both of their minds.
“No my love, I could never stop loving you. May I ask why you never told me?”
“I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“That you would think a freak of me, or that you would divorce me and say you no longer loved me.”
“Ah...” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “I could never think that of you. And as I said, I could never stop loving you.” Sensing that she was still doubting, he spoke one of his many thoughts of the subject. “You go nude into the water, yes?” She nodded. “Well your unintentional Siren Seduction must be dealt with at home and as soon as possible.”
The nervous tension turned sexual with his suggestive comment. And they weren’t the only ones to notice that. Laughter broke out among the adults.
“Tommy! For god sakes! Can you two keep it in your pants until you’re alone? Especially with Charlie here!” Charlie was too busy giggling at the water to notice anything. The couple and brothers, however, were startled by the comment.
“Jesus Christ! Where’d you come from Pol?”
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Children of the Ocean - Jim MasonXMermaid!Female Reader
A/N: My long-due first Jim-only story. And it´s also my first attempt into the Fantasy Genre. This is supposed to be more Fairy Tale-ish than anything I´ve even written... alegoric, even! So let me know if I´m doing it right! (I wanted to keep it a XReader fic, even though I´ve abandoned the first-person narration for this one, because I honestly think everyone has the right to feel like a mermaid at least once in their lives! I hope you enjoy it...)
Warnings: Well, it´s Jim! So alcohol and substance abuse, definitely. Hinting at Mental Illness and Suicidal Tendencies. And also unprotected sex (don´t be silly, wrap your willy! even if you´re having sex with a mythical creature...).
Word Count: 5,3K
James Mason was happy. Not just as a passing feeling, because moving to Palos Verdes was the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in his life. It was more permanent than that, Jim was a happy person, in general. He had a close-knit family, with a beautiful mother, a successful father and a twin sister who was his very best friend in the whole world. He was a beautiful boy with the brains to match, which meant that keeping up with school was never a problem. Quite the opposite, he seemed to excel in everything he did. And, thanks to his naturally friendly disposition, he’d never experienced any trouble when it came to making friends. So of course he was excited about the endless possibilities that would come with moving to California and living in a big house by the beach.
To the Mermaid, on the other hand, it was appalling enough that the land-people would even dare to build that enormous brick monstrosity so close to her home, and now she was watching in an offended silence as a loud family of four moved into that big house. The Mermaid remained at a safe distance from the shore, the lower half of her body underwater, so anyone that looked in her direction would just take her for a casual swimmer, and probably wouldn’t even bother to give her a second look. That’s when she first saw him.
Jim was standing by his family’s new swimming pool, enjoying the ocean view and thinking about how life was, indeed, very good. His dad had popped a bottle of champagne and the entire family was raising their glasses to the life ahead. He closed his eyes and let the champagne bubbles dance on his tongue, raising his face towards the sun, letting the sea-breeze brush his hair back from his brow, and enjoying its sharp scent. When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find a girl staring back at him from the waves. From that distance he could feel, more than see, the anger in her glare. Like he was invading her property, when she was the one swimming in what was basically a private beach. Even if she was a little too far from shore to seem safe.
The boy was staring back at her. She knew that look. He wasn’t the first male man to look at her that way. But, for the first time, she didn’t feel like swimming away from those eyes. There was a light about him, an air of kindness and joy. The boy seemed made of sunshine. She felt her own face relax, her frown disappearing. The boy’s face lit up with a smile, and she couldn’t help smiling back at him. They just stared at each other for a second that felt frozen in time. When he slowly raised a hand to wave at her, the spell was broken and she disappeared beneath the waves.
Sleep didn’t come easy for Jim on his first night at his new home. Like a child on Christmas eve, he spent most of it twisting and turning on his bed in restless excitement. He decided to open the window and let some air in. Sitting on the windowsill and watching the moonlight glistening on the water below, he wondered if he could ever get tired of this view. Of the soothing sound of the waves and the gentle caress of the cool breeze on his warm skin. While he was lost in those thoughts and marvelling at all the novelties, he felt a song that seemed to come from the ocean itself filling his heart with peace. He went back to bed, leaving the window open, and fell asleep to the sweet lullaby.
He didn’t know the song he heard was coming from the same girl he had seen earlier. He wouldn’t dream she was a mermaid, and that in spite of the fact that she was supposed to stay away from beaches that were inhabited by humans, she just had to see the boy again. That an irresistible force had brought her back there, and how her heart did a somersault when his restless figure appeared on the window. He couldn’t know how much she wanted to sing him to sleep. So much that she had started singing without even realising she was doing it. It was a song that spoke of a girl waiting for the return of her lover, who had sailed to sea. A song of longing and promises.
His hair it hangs in ringlets
His eyes as black as coal
My happiness attend him
Wherever he may go
Not knowing any of that, Jim slept like a baby. Every night he’d leave his window open. And every night she’d come to the shore and lull him to sleep.
From Tower Hill to Blackwall
I'll wander, weep and moan
All for my jolly sailor
Until he sails home
As the days went by, Jim realised life in Palos Verdes wasn’t going to go as smoothly as he had thought at first. The atmosphere in the house was getting so dense, you could practically cut the tension with a knife. And he could almost hear a ticking sound in the growing silence between his parents, like a bomb about to go off. But the first tell-tale sign of disturbance for Jim was Medina. Regardless of the scenic surroundings and the friendly people they met, she just couldn’t seem to fit in. His twin sister was clearly unhappy. And that was not something Jim was willing to accept. They were a team. It had been Medina and him against the world from the moment they were born. Either both of them were happy, or none of them was.
Medina took to surfing as a way to feel connected to her new home, and Jim was eager to follow her. He loved it when it was just the two of them and the sea. Just the endless blue and the blinding sunlight, and they could simply drown all their worries in salt water. Teaching their bodies to ride the waves, until their muscles would give in to exhaustion, and they would walk back home tired but happy. And feeling closer to each other than ever. It was their moment, and Jim treasured more than anything the fact that he was able to share this new-found passion with Medina.
One afternoon Jim had been too tired to hit the waves himself, so he just sat on the sand and watched his twin sister. She was getting better every day, a lot better than Jim himself. But far from being jealous of Medina for it, he was proud of her. He was wondering how she could seem so relaxed and so focused at the same time, when he heard a familiar song. A song he had only felt in his heart so far, but that now he could hear loud and clear. Without a conscious decision to do so, he got on his feet and followed the sound.
Come all you pretty fair maids
Whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor
That plows the raging sea
He found her sitting on a rock that made a pretty good diving spot to a somewhat deep part of the sea, cradling what looked like a wounded seagull on her lap and singing. His eyes wondered through her long wet hair cascading on her back and covering her breasts, and he noticed she had tiny seashells entwined in her many thin braids, but was only vaguely aware of the iridescent glimmer of the scales that covered half of her body. Jim was lost in marvelled disbelief while his brain connected the dots, and he realised that the song that brought peace to his heart every night came from that mysterious girl he had seen on the day he moved in.
While up aloft in storm
From me his absence mourn
And firmly pray arrive the day
He's never more to roam
It all happened so fast that everything seemed to happen at the same time. The sound of Medina’s voice calling her twin brother’s name rang throughout the beach, and Jim turned around towards it, in reflex. The seagull took flight and he heard a soft splashing sound that told him the rock would be empty when he looked at it again. And just like that, she was gone.
The next day it was Jim’s turn to hit the waves all by himself. But he wasn’t there to surf, he was a man with a mission. He paddled his surfing-board as far into the sea as he would dare. If what he thought he had seen was indeed what he saw, he wouldn’t be able to make contact with the mysterious girl from a place where people could listen in. But now what? He was sitting on the board, one leg on each side, in the middle of the ocean in the blinding sunlight. And how would he get her attention? He couldn’t just dip a hand in the water and shake it to call her, it wasn’t like she was a trained dolphin! He had to think better than that...
He knew what he had to do. He closed his eyes and, with a deep breath, gathered the courage he needed to try and sing the song that’d been engraved in his heart by now.
My heart is pierced by cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my...
His voice broke off mid-sentence when he felt a slight weight shift on the end of the board that was in front of him, and still with his eyes closed Jim let out a relieved sigh even before she had said anything.
“I didn’t even know it was possible for any living creature to sing so awfully...”, when he opened his eyes, he found the sweetest face he had ever seen looking at him with kindness, in spite of her harsh words, “... I’m not entirely sure what you were doing may be called singing, to be honest.”, the warmest smile spread across her face, reaching her bright eyes. And this time it was Jim who had no choice but to smile back at the girl resting her forearms on the edge of his surf-board to stay afloat.
“Hi”, he said, feeling silly and unoriginal.
“Hi”, she replied, delighted with its simplicity.
“Are you really a...”, he began to ask when she shifted her body a little, and the tip of an iridescent mermaid’s tale appeared above water behind her, making his jaw drop and his blue eyes widen, “... oh. Ok. I guess that makes you kind of an authority when it comes to singing, uh?!”, he chuckled awkwardly and she giggled in response. Even that sound was musical. The sparkles in her eyes danced when she laughed like the sunshine on the waves around them. “So what’s it like... living in the Ocean?”, was he really trying to make small-talk with a Mermaid now?
She didn’t mind his curiosity, she was too curious about this land-boy herself, so she told him everything she could about her aquatic home, and how everything was getting more difficult with every passing year. How the ocean seemed to grow every day, because of the melting icecaps, but it also seemed to be getting smaller with all the pollution. Most of it was not inhabitable anymore, the sea creatures were dying and the mermaids like herself were being driven farther away from the shores by human presence.
Jim listened to her, grasping the seriousness of her words, while still marvelling at the way she batted her wet eyelashes when she talked and at the droplets of water on her face and hair that looked like tiny crystals. On his turn, he told her about how he wanted to be one of the people who might actually do something about it, how he hoped his generation was going to be the one to put an end to the worldwide environmental crisis, and he wanted to be an active participant on this action.
This beautiful boy, who seemed to hold the entire ocean in his eyes, was telling her that he wanted his life to amount for something good. He said that he wanted to die knowing that he left the world a better place than it was when he came into it. And looking at the way his eyes widened and his eyebrows moved when he talked about things he was passionate about, she had no choice but to believe him. He seemed so honest and kind, looking at her from behind the dark curls that fell in front of his eyes as they dried, a little bit of sand still clinging to them. And his sun-kissed skin seemed so warm to the touch, she had to make the conscious effort to keep her hands to herself.
Under normal circumstances, her underwater home was like a beautiful and multicoloured garden. She described it to him. The way the rays of sunshine would reach through the water in the morning, making everything come alive in light and colour. He looked at her with a dreamy expression “That must be a beautiful sight... what wouldn’t I give to see it!” he sighed. “Maybe you can... I know a way”, indeed she knew she could give this to him, if she shared the Gift of the Ocean. She could make the grace that she was given to her pass on to him if she wanted, it’s just that she had never wanted to. Until now.
“Come closer”, she said not much louder than the sound of the ripples that hit his surfboard. He leaned forward towards her and she held his cheek in one hand, bringing her lips towards his “open your mouth, Jim”, he obeyed and she blew a soft breath between his parted lips. He felt a pleasant shiver running all over his body as she breathed into his mouth and,without thinking, he closed the distance between their parted lips when she was done. Jim half expected to taste the sea salt on her lips, but instead they were cool and fresh, capable of quenching every thirst he’d ever felt in life, and he felt himself melting into her lips, his tongue gently asking for permission to meet hers.
Jim’s surfboard turned over under their combined enthusiasm and he fell to the water, but they never broke the kiss. Now that she had given him the Gift of the Ocean, he couldn’t drown even if he tried. So he just wrapped his arms around her, one hand on her back pulling her closer, the other entangled in her long hair. She ran her fingers through his adorable curls and held on to the back of his neck like her life depended on it. And they both sank slowly in their underwater kiss. Losing themselves in the endless peaceful blue around them, and on each other.
For Medina Mason, her twin brother was the glue that kept their family together. What she didn’t know was that the opposite was also true: it was the family thread that kept the fabric of Jim’s life in one piece. Once that thread had been broken, it didn’t take long for the entire fabric to come undone before their eyes. Jim just couldn’t stand being in the middle of the crossfire between Medina and their mother. He couldn’t leave Sandy Mason alone right when her entire world was crumbling down, but it was against his very nature not to stand up for his twin sister. And in spite of his best efforts, the two women in his life just didn’t seen to be able to meet eye to eye. And every day he felt more and more like he was drifting away from his father. To the point where Phil Mason had become a complete stranger to him.
It was too much for Jim, he needed a way out of all this pain. He still had surfing hours with Medina and their shared love for the sea. He met with the Mermaid whenever they both could, and they’d spend hours talking and kissing by the bonfire at night. Then he would usually go back home and hear her singing him to sleep from the beach. But even that was not enough to calm his tormented heart anymore. And Jim’s new friends were quick to supply him with new ways to escape his overwhelming reality.
It started as fun, as those things always do. Just a little bit of drinking, to relax. Something stronger when those drinks were no longer enough. And Jim slowly became a whole different person. There was no more laugh in his voice, no more joy on his walks home from school. He became cold and distant and suddenly the very thought of being sober became unbearable. So he was never sober. And he wouldn’t find pleasure in surfing anymore. The amazing ocean view from his house, that once filled his heart, meant nothing to him. He just wanted to dull his senses, until he couldn’t feel a thing.
His encounters with the Mermaid happened a lot less often. Not that he didn’t want to see her. Sometimes he missed her so much, he couldn’t breathe. She was all the peace he had left in life, but he didn’t feel worthy of it anymore. She was just too pure, too sweet. And he was a ruined mess, just a shadow of the young man she had met. A shell, devoid of feelings. He couldn’t offer that to someone who was willingly giving him her entire heart. He couldn’t taint her like that.
What felt like their last encounter happened on one night when he was particularly wasted on mushrooms and misery. He went to the rock where they had first met, and built the bonfire, as he always did, and she appeared on the rock shortly after, answering his call. Whenever she had visited the beach before, she’d liked to stay somewhere she knew she’d be able to return to the sea by her own efforts. But that changed when she met Jim. She trusted him to carry her to the sand and back to the waves later. He placed her gently by the bonfire and put his denim jacket around her shoulders, like always did, but she could tell something was off.
She had noticed the change in him, better than anyone else, and not just by the way the light had left his eyes. As soon as he started drinking and doing drugs, she could smell it in his blood. His entire scent changed, like he was poisoning himself. She could taste the alcohol and the tobacco growing more present in his kisses at every new encounter. She had seem him from a distance, too. Even though the grace she had given him would keep him from drowning, that stunt of his on the hood of his friend’s car told her clearly that he would find another way to go. She was desperate. She didn’t know what to do, she wasn’t familiar with this situation. All she knew was that the boy she adored, who had once felt as much like a Child of the Ocean as her, was now the kind of person who would mindlessly throw trash at it.
He sat by her side and took her in his arms harshly. He gave sloppy kisses to her lips and carelessly groped for her breasts. She even tried to adjust herself to his new ways. Then tried to make him go slower, be gentler, but he was blind and deaf to her. His touch now felt unpleasant and uncaring, and his lips had a toxic flavour that was making her sick. It wasn’t just the ocean that he didn’t mind polluting anymore, Jim was polluting his own body. Not knowing what else to do, she froze. She was too scared of this mindless Jim, she didn’t know how to get him to stop, so she just stopped moving herself. After a few moments of kissing what felt like a girl made of stone, he finally realised something was wrong and looked into her eyes for the first time in she didn’t even know how long.
Even in his drugged haze, Jim saw that she seemed scared out of her wits, her eyes filled with tears. He was hurting her. Hurting her heart as well as her body. And that knowledge hurt Jim more than anything he had experienced before. She asked in a weak whisper if he could carry her back to the sea, and he didn’t argue. He couldn’t do this to her anymore, he couldn’t make her carry the burden that was him, she deserved better. With one last kiss on his lips and tears streaming down her face she swam away, leaving Jim waist-deep in the waves, feeling his heart turn to stone.
She wasn’t surprised to find his window closed later that night, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Neither did it hurt less a few days later when she saw him getting out of the sea into that girl Heather’s arms. It was more than just jealousy that cold stab she felt in her chest, watching Heather wrap her legs around his waist in a way she knew she never could. How happy and light she looked when he lifted her from the ground onto his arms, holding a firm grip on her buttocks. Even though the Mermaid couldn’t drown, she felt like all air had been knocked out of her lungs when he kissed the girl’s neck, gently running his nose on her jaw. It was bad enough that she knew he had been lost to her, seeing how quickly he had just bounced back and into Heather’s arms felt like dying.
Jim’s relationship with Heather felt like a pale comparison to what he had experienced, but deep in his heart he felt like it was all he deserved after the way he had treated that precious creature of the sea. His attraction to Heather was nothing but hormone-induced lust, not a trace of the deep connection he had felt from the first time he and the Mermaid had laid eyes on each other. But Heather didn’t make him feel like he had to be a better person for her. In fact she’d let him do whatever the hell he wanted. She didn’t know any better, so there was no way she could tell him better. He could just dive deeper and deeper into alcohol and substance abuse, and she would still be by his side, telling him how amazing she thought he was. Even if he felt dead inside.
They were supposed to run away, Medina and Jim. They were all each other had, they were each other’s Tribe, as Medina had said. They needed to get away from this life, from this mess. Just the two of them traveling out there, surfing and seeing the world. But at the last moment, Jim realised. Medina didn’t trust him anymore. He could see it in her eyes. He had lost his twin sister too. Even her had given up on him, even her was afraid of him. When he lit the flare he had in his hand, she did the unthinkable: ran back home to their mother.
He had nowhere else to go, no one to turn to. He ran down the road with the flare in his hand, and his feet took him to the beach without him even noticing. Back to the rock, where he used to meet the Mermaid before his life fell of its tracks. He built the bonfire but even in such an altered state he knew he couldn’t honestly expect her to come. Not anymore. He walked into the ocean fully dressed, shoes and all. He was desperate to have his head covered by the cold water, silencing the rest of the world. If only he could silence it forever. He was up to his chest in the water, when she appeared in front of him.
She had seen the bonfire from afar. He was calling for her, desperate and alone, and of course she would answer. He looked at her with clouded, disbelieving eyes, not sure if she was actually there or if this was just a hallucination. When she whispered his name he let himself fall in her arms. She held him close, trying to soothe him with shushing sounds while he sobbed against the curve of her neck. She convinced him to go back to the beach, by promising she would go with him. They sat by the bonfire, trying to get a little of its warmth and dry his clothes. Eventually he fell asleep with his head on her lap, while she ran her fingers through his hair and sang that same old song, that reminded him of simpler times.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
The next day Jim was found by the police, lost and disoriented. But alive. They took him to the hospital and he would soon be back home. He would take care of himself now. His family would help him get better. Everything was gonna get better. It had to. He’d have given anything never to feel that way again. And he really would have had. If only he wasn’t so tired. Just so damn tired.
He had been sober for a while now. He was trying, but it was nearly impossible to stay that way when he felt the effects of abstinence crawling under his skin. He was sitting on the sand, looking at the bonfire he had built and trying to understand how it was that everything had gone so wrong. She called him from the rock, like she hadn’t done in so long, and he threw himself in her arms kissing her slow and deep, not even thinking. The feeling of her kissing him back with the same abandon she had before gave him a high better than any drug he had ever done. And he allowed himself to smile into the kiss. His first genuine smile in a really long time.
When he broke the kiss to look at her, he saw in awed surprise that what was once her tail had split in two perfect human legs. Where once there had been scales that reflected the firelight in tiny rainbows, there was now smooth skin inviting him to touch. He took her to the soft sand by the fire, too aware of her nakedness. In fact, for some reason, it had only now hit him that she had been naked all the time and he blushed a little. Although she didn’t seem to mind it herself.
She wasn’t surprised by this sudden transformation of her lower body. She had heard about it before, she knew it was possible. She just never thought it would be possible for her. And she had been almost sure it wouldn’t since the night she asked Jim to carry her back to the waves. If it wouldn’t happen for her adored land-boy, it wouldn’t happen for anyone else. She would always keep her mermaid’s tale to protect her from the unwanted advances of human males. But Jim was different. He was worthy of leaving her scaly armour for.
Jim thought he was probably going to feel less conscious of her nudity if he wasn’t so clothed himself. He undressed between passionate kisses, with her help, his fingers always eager to return to the delicate skin of her thighs, with the softest of touches. Soon he found himself kissing her silky inner thighs, moving slowly up, until finally he covered her wet core with his mouth, the sweetest moan escaping her lips to the contact. He ran his tongue flat over her folds, daring to let just the tip inside her, and closed his lips on her sensitive bundle of nerves sucking gently, holding her hips in place with both hands while her entire body was shaking with pleasure.
This was heaven. Better than heaven. But soon the delightful caress of his lips was no longer enough. She needed to have him. All of him. She tightened the grip of the fingers she had on his hair and pulled him up. He hesitated for a moment, looking deep into her eyes, asking for permission. She gave him the smallest nod and a soft kiss, and he entered her, as gently as humanly possible. It wasn’t without pain when he took her on the sand, making her gasp loudly at the foreign sensation. But that didn’t mean she wanted him to stop. She pushed the searing pain between her thighs to the back of her brain and tried to focus only on the beautiful boy lying on top of her, moving his body to a rhythm that matched that of the waves on the shore.
The delicate sounds that escaped his lips, the way he closed his eyes and a little crease appeared between his eyebrows when I jolt of pleasure shot through him. The way he tried so hard to get hold of his senses, so he wouldn’t get carried away and end up hurting her was absolutely endearing. The shaky sighs when it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer, and he would whisper sweet nothings in her ear to help her relax and ease her pain. Everything little thing he did was to guide her into her own pleasure, and he lovingly lead her there. It was only after he felt her writhing in ecstasy beneath him that Jim let himself find his own release, and he came undone buried deep inside her. And that’s how they fell asleep, him never leaving the warm nest of her body.
At the sunrise they walked into the ocean hand in hand. Jim was ready to leave everything behind and become one with the sea. Smiling at each other, they disappeared beneath the waves, where they could live together forever, away from all the pain and trouble of his human life. His mortal shell was found lying face down on the sand, on a beach located south of his family’s home. But it was only when his ashes dissolved with the sea-foam that he fully became a Child of the Ocean for good.
As happy as he was with his new life in his new aquatic home, Jim knew he would never stop feeling guilty about leaving his family behind. Specially Medina. They had come into the world together, it was not fair that she would have to walk on it alone now. Part of him wanted to bring her along so she could live with him and the other sea creatures. But he knew his twin sister still had much to do on the land. She was going to travel. Surf and see the world, as they had promised each other they do together.
He only hoped she knew he had never truly left her. He hoped she would know where to look whenever she missed him. She would always find his eyes, gently watching over her, from the infinite blue where the sky meets the ocean. If she missed his laugh, or the sound of his voice, she only had to sit quietly and listen to the murmur of the waves. He would be there, whispering her his secrets, as he always had. When she felt herself being touched by the warm rays of sunshine on a clear morning, it would be him. Wrapping her in a loving embrace. He hoped she new. That as long as Medina could find her way back to the sea, Jim would always be with her.
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awhitehead17 · 6 years
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Ocean Man
TimKon, Mermaid AU, Mer!Tim, Angst, Fluff, General Rating.
Summary: The Titans find out Tim’s biggest secret. 
Enjoy! :D
They weren’t supposed to find out like this, hell they weren’t supposed to find out at all. Tim hadn’t planned for this. He was at a loss for words as Kon stares at him in shock, possibly even horror.
“Kon....”
“Dude, you have a tail?” He asks bewildered.
“Kon, I can explain...” Tim says weakly, wanting to disappear. He self-consciously swishes his tail side to side underneath the water.
“Since when?”
“All my life...” Tim admits quietly looking away from his boyfriend in shame.
Kon goes to say something but stops. He turns around and looks at Bart and Cassie who are stood on the shore. Kon raises a thumb up at them yelling, “We’re good!”
Cassie yells something back but it’s muffled for Tim to make out the words, Kon on the other hand has no trouble understanding it with his super hearing.  
“We’ll be right over!” Kon turns back to Tim giving him a sharp look. “You have a lot of explaining to do when we get back to the Tower. How do you...” He gestures to Tim’s body underneath the water “Undo that?” 
Tim nods in understanding, that is certainly a conversation he’s dreading for various reasons. “I have a thing in my belt which helps, but I need to get on dry land to do it.” He answers Kon.
Kon looks at him for a long time and Tim starts to feel uncomfortable. Conner’s going to dump him now, isn’t he? He must think that Tim is such a freak.
“Okay, well you’re going to need to tell Cassie and Bart anyway. Let’s... let’s go.”
Kon turns around and starts to swim to shore. Why he doesn’t just fly Tim’s not sure, he’s probably going through several things in his head and trying to get around the new information that he’s just discovered. Tim sighs and starts to follow Kon to shore making sure to keep a grip on all his gear that he was forced to strip off during the transformation.
He usually doesn’t mind his tail, the sparkling blood red changing to midnight black was a sight he likes to see but right now he wishes he didn’t have it. It certainly isn’t the first time he wishes it gone.
Up ahead he sees Conner reach the shore. He climbs out and approaches Bart and Cassie. Tim guesses that Kon is telling them about his tail because the three of them begin to watch Tim approach.
Tim feels his stomach drop and tries to ignore their stares. Its unsettling and makes him want to vanish. A secret he’s kept away from his friends for years has just been revealed in the worst way possible.
What had happened was the Titans were busting a drug cartel in one of the warehouses along Gotham’s coast line. It was all going well until they realised there was a bomb. They’d managed to get everyone out and away, unfortunately except for Tim. By the time the bomb reached the end of its count down Tim was still very much in the blast radius. He had ducked behind the closet thing and wrapped up in his cape to try and protect himself as much as possible.
When the explosion happened Tim was struck by a different force than he expected, instead of getting hit with smoke and heat he got hit by a body. Superboy had come crashing in and picked him up. But as Superboy went to fly away, the explosion caused him to go off route and they ended up heading towards Gotham’s bay. Being disorientated from the blast, Superboy was unable to get his co-ordination right and they both crashed right into the water.
Tim didn’t even get the time to prepare himself for the transformation from human to merman. As he plunged deep into the river his body instantly began to change, he was forced to strip from his boots and leggings as his legs fused together and became his tail. He had to remove his cape and cowl so they don’t irritate his gills as they appeared, his gauntlets had to go as his hands became webbed between his fingers.
To say that Conner was surprised as they both broke the surface was an understatement. His boyfriend stared at him in shock for a good few minutes before blurting out the obvious.
Tim sighs as he reaches the edge of the shore, he swims up until he can put his hands on the sand bank. He chucks his gear further up the shore and starts to shuffle up the bank away from the water. He tries to ignore the gasps of shock coming from his team mates as his tail emerges out from Gotham’s river.
Tim winces as the sand comes into contact with his tail and as it sticks to him. It’s itchy and irritating. Once he’s far enough away from the water Tim stretches out and grabs his utility belt and starts digging around to find what he needs. Going to the right pouch he pulls out a compact towel, opening it up he spreads it over himself and wraps it tightly around his tail.
The towel was something he and Bruce had developed when Bruce found out about his… heritage. The idea of it is for it too suck out all the moisture from his body, having no water on him means that he’ll change back to human quicker. It’s special because it works quicker than the average towel, it’s packed in a special seal to keep it dry until it’s opened to be used.
He gets out the second one and wipes it over his upper body. He strips out of his armoured top and wipes the towel over his hair, chest and back. He’s well aware about how exposed he is, there’s no mask hiding his face and his body is on full display, but he knows the area he’s in has no cameras and if any one was looking over the river they wouldn’t see much anyway as it was dark out, if they were even looking Tim bets their attention would be on the warehouse fire far behind him instead.
The towels do their job and Tim feels the transformation back to human starting. The gills on his neck disappear and his fingers return to normal. Underneath the towel, he feels scales of his tail disappear back into his skin, his fin turn into his feet and as his legs split apart. Tim can’t help but let out a pained noise as his legs come apart, it’s always painful when it’s forced like this.
Once done, Tim reaches for his cape and covers his lower half of the body, just because there are no cameras doesn’t mean he wants to be stark naked out in the open. He looks at the gear he was able to save, his cape, bandoliers, armoured top and utility belt. His boots and gauntlets lost at the bottom of the river, but at least he has the main things.
He looks over at his team mates to find them still staring at him, mouths open as they gape. He sighs, “Guys, I know you all have a lot of questions but here isn’t the time to ask. The authorities will be dealing with the fire right now and we need to go, come back to my apartment and there you can have a go at me all you like.”
He glances at each of them in turn, Bart looks like he’s about to explode as he tries to keep back all of his questions, Cassie looks curious and also is holding back on the questions and Kon looks betrayed. Tim’s heart breaks when he looks over at his boyfriend, he hates that look Kon is wearing, betrayal, anger, worry, all mixed into one.
“Please, let me explain. I – I just, it’s… Kon…” Tim can’t even form a sentence. He shifts uncomfortably, the weight of their stares getting to him and because of the sand he’s sat on.
“Come on, the quicker we go the quicker we get answers.” Cassie says, she jumps up in the air and floats over to Tim, she leans down and grabs his belts before taking off in the direction of his apartment. Bart wastes no time in leaving, his exit sprays sand everywhere.
Tim shifts around, making sure the cape is wrapped tightly around his sensual areas, not that he was shy because Kon has very clearly seen everything Tim was packing. Kon walks over and bends down, he puts one arm under Tim’s legs and the other at his lower back and lifts him bridal style. Grabbing his armoured top he gives it to Tim before taking off in the air. Out of habit Tim wraps one arm around Kon’s neck, he’s able to refrain himself from placing his head on Conner’s shoulder like he normally does, with the way Kon’s jaw was clenched Tim believes that intimate gestures are best kept limited.
The flight was short and the entire time Kon hadn’t even looked at Tim. That alone made Tim feel even worse than before. His own boyfriend unable to look at him. Kon enters the apartment through the window while being mindful of Tim’s neighbours, but he’s done it hundreds of times before, Tim probably could count the amount of times on one hand that Kon had actually used the front door to enter his current home.
Kon walks over to the living room and places him on the couch before disappearing towards the bedroom, Tim keeps his eyes down towards the ground not wanting to look at Cassie or Bart who are also in the room. He does look up however when soft fabric collides with his head, frowning at Kon he grabs the items of clothing and puts them on. Some sweat pants and a jumper. He then tosses the cape and armoured top to the side where the rest of his gear is.
He sighs and buries his head in his hands, “So, what do you guys want to know?”
When no one answers he looks up to see his team mates having a silent conversation between themselves. Tim waits patiently, trying to not let his nerves get the better of him and also uses Batman’s training to stop himself from fidgeting.
The three of them seemed to come to a conclusion and turn to him, “We want to know everything Tim. Why you kept this secret from us, after all these years. How long have you been like this? We’re assuming that Batman knows. Just why you couldn’t trust us Tim.” Kon says looking at him with that same look from earlier, hurt, betrayal, anger.
Tim rubs his hands down his face and takes a deep breath, “Everything. You want to know everything.”
“Yes.” Came the sharp reply, “You owe us at least that.”
“I’ve been this way all my life. I was born with it, inherited it from my father. He left the sea life behind due to wanting to explore the surface, he met my mother and settled down. When I was born he didn’t want that part of his life to be in mine, growing up he dismissed everything about his heritage and refused to tell me about it. As a child I was curious, I have this amazing gift but I wasn’t allowed to know anything about it and my dad made it out to be so bad. One day he snapped at me and it scared me so much that I never asked him about it again.” Tim tells them. He glances at them to find them staring at him with interest.
Taking another breath he continues, “You’re right in saying that Batman knows. I was able to hide this… ability for about a year after I became Robin. There was a mission and Nightwing ended up unconscious and was thrown into the bay, Batman was on the other side of town and I was Nightwing’s back up, after knocking the criminals out I stripped and dived in after him not caring about the consequences. I brought him back up to the surface and brought him back to us. Batman found me with a tail over Dick’s breathing but unconscious form.
He was so furious after finding out. It took me ages to convince him to let me carry on being Robin, I only convinced him with the help of both Alfred and Dick. After that we came up with some alternatives, the towels for instance, it’s specially designed to suck the moisture out of my body quickly. We never manged to find a way to stop the shift completely but that’s just that.
How it works, um, I only transform fully when submerged in water, so like the bay or a swimming pool, the sea or even the bath. I start to transform if I’m under a shower for longer than 5 minutes-”
“Is that why you never want shower sex?” Kon blurts out of nowhere.
Tim looks at him and raises an eyebrow and can’t help but laugh, “Yes Kon, that’s why I’ve never had shower sex with you. Trust me, I very much would like to but after 5 minutes I change.”
Kon frowns and looks away, and Cassie pipes up, “No need for details about your sex lives, thanks. Tim continue…”
Tim clears his throat as he feels a blush creep up on his face, “Uh right, sorry. Anyway, so I have to have quick showers because I start to change after 5 minutes. The rain is sort of similar, that’s why I didn’t patrol very much as Robin when it was absolutely pouring down, however if I kept most of my skin dry then it wasn’t too bad. My second suit, the red and black one, wasn’t as bad because it covered most of my body, Red Robin is the easiest to go out in because it’s only my mouth on show, so I don’t transform as quickly when that’s only wet, of course that doesn’t apply if I’m completely submerged underwater like tonight.
The reason I didn’t tell you guys I guess is because I was ashamed or I just simply didn’t think to tell you about it. My dad had drilled it into my head that what I am is a terrible thing, that it’s something to be ashamed of. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t…
I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry that you guys had to find out this way.”
After Tim had finished talking there was complete silence in the room, each of them taking in what Tim had told them. Tim doesn’t look up from where he was fiddling with his fingers, he doesn’t want to see their faces.
“Are you afraid that we’re gonna judge you Tim?” Cassie asks him gently. Not looking up Tim shrugs his shoulders, he doesn’t have an answer for that.
Cassie speaks again, this time her voice is stern and Tim makes it out to be her leader voice, “Well, I’ll tell you now, that is complete bullshit.”
Tim frowns but doesn’t look up, that’s when a hand appears under his chin and forces his head up. He’s forced to look at two blue eyes, “Tim you are going to listen to me right now.” She shakes his head with her hand still on his chin, “We will not judge you, we’re the last people who will judge you, you wanna know why, it’s because we’re all different. You just fit right in. I’m a demi-god, Bart’s from the future, Kon’s a clone and you’re a mermaid. So what? It doesn’t make you any less you, any less bat like, you’re fine as it is.”
When Tim doesn’t say anything Cassie sighs and let’s go of his chin, “Look Tim, we’re not going to judge you. Okay we’re all annoyed at you for not sharing your life’s biggest secret with us, but then again that’s just you, as long as you’re not hiding anything else major I’m sure we can forgive you.”
Tim snorts, “There’s nothing else, I can promise you that.”
Cassie smiles and pats his cheek, “Good. Now that’s all over, I’m heading back to the Tower.” She heads for the window and steps out, “Tim you better show me what that tail of yours really looks like one day.” With that she slips out into the night sky.
There’s a pause after she’s left, but it doesn’t last long as Bart speeds in front of him, “By the way I think it’s super cool that you have a tail and how you’re a mermaid. Can I touch your tail? Does that mean you can breathe underwater? What would happen if I chuck a jug of water over you?”
Tim blinks at his friend, letting his mind catch up with what the speedster was asking, “Thanks I guess? Yes you can touch it, when I show Cassie my tail you can see it also. Yes I can breathe under water and I would get wet but nothing would really happen as it’s not a constant flow of water like rain or that I’m not surrounded by it like the sea so I wouldn’t transform.”
Bart tilts his head to the side in a cat like manner, “Oh okay! Awesome. Look I gotta go but let me know when you meet with Cassie because I want to be there!”
“Yeah that’s fine.”
Then just like that he’s gone.
Tim turns to the last person in the room with him, his throat now starting to dry out and his heart beating faster. What’s Kon going to say? What’s he going to do?
Tim gets up off the couch and stands in front of his boyfriend, “Kon…”
Kon puts his hand up to stop Tim from talking, “Look Tim, I’m pissed at you. You kept this secret away from me, for all the years we have known each other, all the years we have dated, I thought we trusted each other Tim, and you couldn’t trust me with something like this.”
“Kon please, I’m so sorry… I do trust you, you know I do.”
The look Kon gives him makes him feel sick, “But not enough apparently.”
Tim opens his mouth to beg Kon more, but once again Kon cuts him off, “Look Tim I get why you didn’t tell me. Your father obviously played a major impact in what you think about yourself and how you feel about your… abilities but you should have still told me of all people.”
Tim wants to cry. The way this conversation is going is breaking his heart and its making him want to cry. He can’t lose Kon, not again.
Kon opens his mouth to say something but seems to think it through and closes his mouth again. Tim decides to take the weight of his shoulders and ask the dreaded question, “Are you, breaking up, with me?” He hates how weak his voice sounds and how shaky it is.
Kon’s face turns from hurt to shock, “What? No! Tim, I’m not - no. No no no.” He steps forward and takes Tim’s face in his hands and cradles it, with a firm voice he tells Tim, “I am not breaking up with you, you idiot.” As if to prove his point he bends down and captures Tim’s lips in a passionate kiss. Tim doesn’t miss a beat and instantly kisses him back.
They split apart and Kon tugs him into a hug, “Look Tim what Cassie said was right, we’re not going to judge you.”
Tim hugs him back and buries his face in Conner’s chest, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Conner makes a humming noise before saying, “I know you are and I accept your apology.” He then pulls Tim away and cups his face once again, “I love you, okay. That hasn’t changed wonder boy. This is just going to take a little time to sink in that’s all. I’m not happy that you kept it a secret all these years but I’ll forgive you soon enough.”
“I’ll make it up to you.” Tim declares firmly.
Kon cracks a smile, “I know you will, and me being the moron that I am will fall into that trap.” That brings a small smile to Tim’s face, “Look I’m gonna go for the night, I’m going to spend some time on the farm, think over all this okay. Then you can work on making it up to me.”
Tim nods, “Yeah okay. So you’re definitely not breaking up with me?” He asks sheepishly.
Kon lets out a laugh and squishes his cheeks together, “No you idiot, I’m not breaking up with you.”
“Okay, good. I was worried.”
Kon snorts, “Clearly.” He leans in and steals a kiss from him again. They pull apart and Kon lets go of him and moves towards the window, “As I said, I’m going to spend some time at the farm to think everything over, then you can get to work winning me back.”
Tim sends him a small yet relived smile as he disappears out into the night. Once he was gone Tim slumps on to the couch and groans. That was not supposed to happen like that. God, he’s so lucky to have such understanding friends and a fucking fantastic boyfriend.
What he needs to do now is come up with a plan that will blow Kon away. He’s got a lot to make up sure so he’s gotta make sure that it’s something grand, something special. He’s sure he can do that. 
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desiderium-eden-a · 5 years
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@akumanoken​:
.....I'm so in love.....with that au idea
@kapisola​:
I'm gonna need more on that fairytale AU, stat. It's for my health, Suzu, do you want me to be healthy? 
Pfft. Well, I do want you to be healthy.
Marchen (Fairy Tale AU)
I imagine this AU takes place in a fantasy continent of Istoriya, made of smaller kingdoms. I only have 3 kingdoms so far. The underwater mermaid kingdom of Meer. The fairy realm of Obrynes. And Albtraum, kingdom of the beast shifters.
Ruled by the Von Friedhof family, the ageless though not immortal residents of Albtraum possessed the ability to transform into animal forms (and half shifted forms as well), noble families possessing some level of magic. With Mikhail able to turn into a panther. Dmitri a stag. And Lazuli a wood thrush. They were a strong, but peaceful race. Generally kept to themselves and stuff. Though there were tensions with Obrynes due to past conflicts and prejudices.
Until Mikhail had caught the attention of a fairy of the high court, wanting him as part of his collection. But neither Mikhail nor his family would allow that to happen. And to add insult to injury, the family did not invite him to the Christening of the newborn Noah. Insulted, the fae planned the kingdom’s downfall.
First, by ordering a band of fairies to kidnap Noah. They were found not even a few days later, with even the king and queen themselves searching. However, due to being a newborn, and with the kidnappers not making any of the necessary accommodations, Noah died of exposure.
The two slaughtered the band right then and there.
Obrynes saw this as a savage attack on their kingdom. As an example of the feral and monstrous natures of the Albtraum. They sent their condolences for the loss of the prince, but argued that there were more civil ways to handle it. Their arguments proved hypocritical though, as even with Dominic and Melua offering their own heads as atonement, the fae still moved to destroy their kingdom.
Curses were placed on the royal children. By the very man who started it all. For Dmitri who had argued that Mikhail’s place was in his home, a curse of flames that would burn him if he’d ever come home. For Lazuli who’d said they would die for their loved ones, a curse to always die at the hands of those very loved ones. And for Mikhail, as proud and arrogant as he was, to be reduced to a mindless beast with each full moon. To become a monster, even to his own people.
To make matters worse, word of the events passed around, stirring up fear in surrounding nations. And believing the Albtraum to be a power to be feared, they launched a war. A short lived affair that saw the annihilation of the kingdom of beasts. Survivors were sold into slavery. The land was split among the victors. But what was left of the royal family and nobles disappeared along with the castle.
For years afterwards, Mikhail tried his best to control himself. Helped by the magic and songs of his sister. However, one night the curse got the better of him, and he murdered her. And with her last breath, Lazuli cursed him. No matter how much he wanted to die, from loneliness or guilt, she would never allow him to die until he can make every flower in the gardens bloom.
This was centuries ago. With the current stories following the Von Friedhof family and their current situations.
Mikhail (The Beast / Big Bad Wolf)
Mikhail travels Istoriya within Einsam, the Albtraum castle that walks upon magically fueled mechanical legs, along with the survivors of noble families. Constantly moving in an attempt to prevent Dmitri from coming home and secretly wishing his brother settles down somewhere and is living happily.
With Einsam coated in a cloaking magic and protected via the thorns that grow around it, Mikhail is merely trying his best to live in obscurity. He hears that him and his castle are a myth to the current residents of Istoriya and he is fine with that. Occasionally, the residents of the castle try to sneak out and hunt humans or other creatures, but he rules over them with an iron fist. Not tolerating any needless murder so long as they want refuge here. Mikhail himself locks himself in his room during full moons.
Along his travels, he is trying to find a way to remove his family’s curses, or a way to revive Lazuli, whose corpse he keeps in the castle encased in a sealing magic. He is also trying to find a way to break her curse so he can die, driven by guilt and grief. But no matter what he tries, all the plants he brings into the garden dies almost immediately.
For a possible story, I imagine he once interacted with a child who nearly wandered into the Einsam when bringing food to their grandmother, wanting to pick some flowers. Mikhail, though hiding his identity, he scares the child off. Though does leave some flowers on their doorstep. Then years later, for whatever reason, the child, now grown, manages to get into the castle. Mikhail now has to hide and protect them, trying to pass them off as a beastman to trick the others.
Dmitri (Icarus/???)
Dmitri has been wandering all these years. Wanting to get home, even if it hurts him. Knowing that the castle moves, but not knowing where Mikhail is taking it, Dmitri has just been wandering aimlessly, hoping he’ll just accidentally stumble upon the castle one day. Meeting many different people and experiencing different things.
I don’t have too much of a story for him yet. But I do want him to pick up other travelers along the way. Maybe a first time adventurer or a veteran who he helped at one point. Someone who he met as a child but is now grown?
Maybe he gets captured and sold into slavery at one point? I’ll be able to figure out more when I get his fairy tale allusion down.
Lazuli (The Little Mermaid / Sleeping Beauty / Bluebeard’s Wife / Etc)
Lazuli has lived many lives in this time. Even being one of Bluebeard’s wives at one point. It never ends well though. With each life, her curse activates on her 15th birthday, which essentially turns people mad. The more people love her, romantic or platonic, the more they have an urge to harm or kill her. With each life she has died young at the hands of people who care about her. And while she never remembers her past lives, she does have dreams about them.
In this life, she was born a mermaid of Meer who befriends a witch (maybe a childhood friend?). Eventually, she falls for a human and begs the witch to help her gain legs. Not sure if they love her, but the witch would care about her. Enough so that they say they’ll do it for her voice, knowing how much she loves singing. So when she agrees, it’d be surprising. But nonetheless they do it.
Then the story continues the same for a while. Prince and her have a thing going on until he decides to marry someone else. Witch tells her she can live if she stabs the prince in the heart, but she says no.
Then there are 2 possible endings. Either they do nothing and she turns to sea foam, starting the cycle all over again. Or the witch goes to stab the prince in the heart. Lazuli wakes up to see herself still alive but she can’t find the witch. Maybe the witch finds out about the curse and is therefore avoiding her? Who knows. Either way she goes traveling to find her friend. Traveling as a singer because in her words, the witch loves her voice so there is no way they can resist coming to hear more.
With all three living their own stories, I do want them all to meet somehow, though not sure how. And then stuff happens. Maybe they try to find a way to remove the curse together. Maybe  Lazuli dies again, but this time they put her soul back in her original body? Shenanigans? Who knows?
Trivia about Marchen Verse:
Dmitri, Mikhail, Lazuli and Noah are all full siblings. With Dominic and Melua being all their parents.
Bird Lazuli has the same magic as her Imperial verse version, but mermaid Lazuli has no magic other than switching from mermaid to human forms at will.
Stag Dmitri gives best rides.
Cursed Mikhail’s beast form is not a straight up panther, but an oversized cat-like beast with wings, horns, tusks, a dual-snake tail, 2 *****, 4 eyes, hooves for the hind legs, clawed forelegs and breathes fire!
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jutsei · 5 years
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Finfolk
From all life comes the ocean, and in many worlds, the Ocean is almost completely uncharted, with only 10% of it explored in some cases, it is a deep, wide, vast mystery filled with life adapted to live there, and in some worlds, it is filled with dangerous sea creatures, alluring mermaids, and frighteningly intelligent life.
... And on some planets, they “suffers” from a fusion of all three.
Finfolk are humanoid beings with fish-like traits that allow them to swim freely in the ocean, sea, or other bodies of water, with legs and the body type to allow them to walk on land (If they so desire), and gills to breath underwater indefinitely, their views on other intelligent life greatly varies on the type of Finfolk there is, but there are some common links.
The true origin of Finfolk is known only to the most ancient of those who dwell beneath, and they are considered insane due to their ramblings, but who knows? There may be some truth to it.
So the sayings go that thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of years ago, the first mammal emerged from the ocean, learning to walk on land, give or take a million years of evolution, and they made land their home for the most part, this gave rise to two legged beings known as humanity, who were... of course, oddly intelligent. At some point early in Humanity’s development, a large number of people heard whispers in the back of their mind, as if something was communicating to them... beckoning them.
It ordered them to return to the ocean and come back to living there. Some thought it a mere dream, others started to lack their sanity... but some obeyed, they simply walked into the deep depths of the ocean without a second thought, and were never seen again.
The Finfolk claimed they were the first, they were twisted and warped into slimy, watery beings who could survive the crushing depths of the ocean, and would be blessed with long lives so long as they continued to please their ruler, The Lord of the Tides.
And of course, the being they serve, as well as the story varies from planet to planet assuming Finfolk live there, but that is simply the most common one.
Who the Lord of the Tides is is similarly a mystery, some say he is an ancient being from another place who sees humanity as mere ants, with Finfolk as simply more helpful ants, others believe he is a fae being who refuses to return to the Fair Lands, and others still simply believe he is an idea that the Finfolk believe is real. There is no real concrete answer.
What is concrete, however, is that many Finfolk are fervent in their dedication to whomever blessed them with their fishy forms, there are horror tales of how Finfolk can rip the soul out of a human, be they deceased from drowning, being consumed by a Finfolk, or with them still alive, they gather the souls of the drowned to offer them unto their Patron for various reasons.
Some say the souls are used to hasten an awakening of the Lord to rule over the world once more, others say the souls are forcibly reincarnated into more Finfolk to serve him, and others say they are used for horrific rituals, those who have survived encounters with nefarious Finfolk may or may not exagerrate, but their fear seems very very real.
And not only that, but there are also rumors that some Finfolk seduce both men and women to carry a child, or just cut out the middle man and forcibly transform a living human into another one of them (Though, there are so reports that some willingly give themselves up to them), if true, there is no shortage of ways for Finfolk to reproduce, perhaps with enough to take over the world’s oceans, or the world!
Because of some Finfolk’s nature, some people rightfully fear them and take care when crossing the waters or swimming. Some are friendly, but many more are evil and only wish to cause trouble.
Yet despite this inherent distrust, in the past few centuries... an increasing number of Finfolk have taken up resident in Coastal regions, some even getting onto the land and living in houses! They claim that they still believe in the Lord of the Tides, but honor him in other ways, and simply wish to live a normal life on land with their two legged brethren. Some go on adventures, some simply live a normal life, and others still assist others in fishing or act as diplomats to fishing vessels when they cross Finfolk filled seas. The number of “nice” Finfolk seems tog row, but there are still many nefarious and alien Finfolk lurking within the depths of the ocean.
Strangely, however, Finfolk have many fans on the surface in the past century, finding them cute, attractive, and extremely handsome, to the point where a common nickname for them is “Moist Boys.”
There are many types of Finfolk, but usually they all share some very distinct traits, they always have a humanoid shape, most are amphibious, capable of walking on land indefinitely, and staying underwater indefinitely, and each always has a number of traits from fish and sea creatures, as few as one, and as many as four, because of this, no two finfolk are alike!
Their appearance varies greatly on where they came from, a Finfolk born within a reef will be bright and colorful, and be adapt at hiding within the reef, one born within a swamp or river will have more alligator-like or piranha traits to them, while those born in the deep black abyss take more off deep sea creatures and lack pigmentation.
Finfolk generally do not wear clothes, if they do wear clothes, they tend to be made of seaweed or other seabased material that will not rot in the ocean, some finfolk have “Splotches” on their skin that can resemble clothing, however! But when on land, some Finfolk wear clothing just to make humans feel more comfortable.
But generally, there are three types of Finfolk that are the most common, Coastal, Abyssal, and Tideborne, different as they are, many Finfolk simply get along with one another since they all came from the ocean and treat it as the same, though many of their paths differ, Finfolk are simply a thing people must live with and get used to in their world, for good, or for ill!
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httpsung · 7 years
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seashells and ocean smells
pairing:dowoon x reader
genre: fantasy, ponyo au
word count: 1,981
note: a second piece written for dowoon's birthday, this short fic is also inspired by the studio ghibli/disney film ponyo. if you’ve seen the film you might understand if you haven’t i hope it’s not too odd. part of the day6 x studio ghibli series i’m doing pls look forward to the others! happy reading!
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He adored the ocean and if it were possible to live there he would.
The beach had been his favorite place since he was a child. He remembered the first time he felt the sand between his toes, big eyes marveling over the dull yellow color, fingers reaching out to rummage through the loose substance. He walked hand in hand with his mother who prepared him with soft words about the vast of blueish green that lied ahead of them. Dowoon felt his heart race his hand squeezing his mother’s tightly when their feet met the ocean’s edge, sea foam tickling their appendages, making the young boy laugh at the cool feeling of the water.
“Do you like it Dowoonie?” His mother smiled down at him before she scooped him into her arms and carried him into the water stopping once it reached his bottom. They both giggled as the watched the waves come and go.
Dowoon reached down to stick his little hand in the water, splashing it everywhere. “Mom! Can we live here?!” He asked excitedly and his mother laughed, cuddling him close and placing a big kiss to his chubby cheek.
“I wish we could son, but this place is the home for fish and other creatures.”
Distant voices broke through his childhood reverie, the sound of the ocean in front of him made his eyes focus on the hues of blue again.
“Yoon Dowoon! Can you hear us, man?! We’re heading back to campus in 30 minutes.” One of his college buddies shouted from their spot in the sand.
“Alright!” Dowoon shouted in return. He would have loved to stay near the water for a few hours longer. The vacation he had at sea seemed far too short though he and his friends had been there settled in a nice beach house for a week. 
Dowoon stood up and grabbed the large bucket he had next to him meant to hold as many seashells as he could find..  
With his college life being so busy, he wasn’t sure when he would be able to visit the beach again deciding early on to take a few souvenirs back with him.
You blew bubbles excitedly as you swam through coral and bundles of seaweed. You dodged other fish while keeping your eyes on your little brothers who swam quickly behind you, they should have known you were going to win, you always do.
You arrived at the finish line which was your ocean home, swimming around in a circle, cheering.
“My darlings you’re home.” The familiar voice of your mother called out to you, her hand reaching out to grab you and your several siblings to take you inside. She was a beautiful woman, a sea witch with a human appearance that you often envied as you grew older. You dreamed of the day where you could use the magic passed on to you to take on a body besides the scaly one you were currently stuck with. You wanted to know what it was like to be a human being and explore the world above instead of down below.
If your father was around you were sure he’d allow you the opportunity to live and breathe on land and there would be nothing your mother could say to stop you. Sadly, he wasn’t around and hadn’t been for years, leaving his non-human wife and his half-blooded offspring for his scientific work.
If you were capable of frowning you would, you had been alive for so many years and your mother still treated you as if you were still in her womb. 
It’s not like you were born with an aquatic body in the beginning of your life, you were actually born with a healthy human form, but due to your mother’s own fear of her children being exposed to the cruelness of other humans beside your father, she kept you and your siblings in the form of fish until she ready for you to become humanoid again. She was the cruel one.
“I hope you all had fun playing around, I’m about to leave so it’s time for you stay home now, the ocean isn’t safe when I’m not near.” She hummed.
You floated around her, blowing a set of bubbles she could decipher, a complaint about how you wanted to visit the land.
 Your mother’s gorgeous features contorted into a frown and she spoke to you, shielding you in a bubble you wouldn’t be able to escape until she returned.
“No, no. You can’t break free, you’re the oldest but that doesn’t mean you can do what you please.” She kissed the bubble you were in and bid her good byes to your little brothers who got to swim around freely, leaving you trapped.
You pleaded with your brothers to help get you free and like good siblings they came to your aid, huddling their little bodies together to break the solid bubble you were in with their combined magical abilities. 
You were free in seconds, feeding off their little powers to make a dramatic escape from your ocean home, using a school of fish to guide you toward the shore. You were finally going to get a glimpse of land and promised to enjoy the moment before the news got back to your mother that you were gone. You floated up, peeking your little head above the water, spotting a giant figure who hadn’t noticed you.
It was a human man with dark hair. He was picking shells from shallow waters and sand, putting them in a thing you had never seen before.  You watched his handsome face, he had a serene look in his eye and then his head turned and he spotted you. Nervous you dipped your head back into the water and began swimming around in a circle hoping he’d ignore you. He was beautiful and you were simply trapped in the body of a fish. At least if you were a mermaid you’d have a better chance at falling in love.
“How’d you get here…?” You heard the vibrations of his heavy voice through the waters and saw the shadows of him around you. You glanced up unable to run away, you weren’t scared of him but drawn to him, wishing you could touch him just once.
The male moved his foot and yelled, wincing in pain. His foot had snagged a sharp rock in the water that made him bleed. The red fluid tainted the water, a bit managing to get into your mouth. The taste of his blood gave you an lively feeling and he probably didn’t notice how your body emitted a soft glow afterward.
“Shit… that hurt.” Dowoon mumbled to himself as he wiped at the small cut on the bottom of his foot. He eased his foot back into the water carefully, hoping the pain would stop soon. His eyes dropped to the clear water where the little fish remained. It was odd, fish would usually flee if something unknown to them had come near.
“You’re an odd one... and a beauty,” Dowoon spoke to the fish as he kneeled to get a better look at its colors. The fish swam around in a circle but still didn’t flee. Dowoon admired its beauty. The fish looked as though it belonged to the goldfish species an odd mix of a veil tail and a pompom, reminding him of the pets he used to have as a child.
Dowoon stuck his hand into the water and held it out toward the fish, his eyes widening when it swam to his palm. “Whoa…” He removed his hand and stood to walk back to his bucket, emptying the seashells he had collected up until now into the sand. He rinsed the bucket clean with ocean water and filled it up. It was strange, but there was something that urged him to take a chance and bring the unique little fish back with him. No matter what, he would make sure it survived.
He stuck his hand back into the water and opened his fingers revealing his palm for the fish to swim to again. Dowoon’s lips curled into a smile when the fish happily swam to him and carefully he placed it into the bucket.
“Dowoon let’s get going!” He heard one of his friends call out to him. Dowoon nodded his head as he hurried to the shore again.
“Alright! Coming!”
The trip home was about an hour long and his friends teased him about bringing home a fish they knew wouldn’t survive for very long. Dowoon ignored them as he held his bucket steady making sure no water spilled, keeping his eyes locked on his new friend. He bid his friends good bye as they entered their dorms leaving him to walk down the hall toward his single dorm room.
Dowoon went into his bedroom and pulled out the small empty fish bowl he brought along with him when he moved into his room and cleaned it properly before setting it up again. Carefully he poured the seawater along with the  fish into the bowl, watching it swim around freely.
In the morning, he planned on taking the fish to see his professor who happened to be a retired marine biologist. Dowoon was hopeful that the old man could give him advice on how to take care of a salt water fish and maybe explain which species the beautiful creature belonged too.
He watched the fish swim, lips curving into a smile when it stared back at him. “I’ll call you Y/n…”
Dowoon went to sleep that night with dreams of the ocean. He could even smell the sea water as if he were near the beach again. While he slept soundly under the moonlight peeking through his blinds, he was unaware of the little fish that emitted a strong glow, wind rising in his room which soon disappeared in seconds.
The sun’s rays warmed his skin the next morning, but he didn’t want to get up just yet. Dowoon rolled over in his bed and cuddled up to something warm, fingers gripping onto something soft. His eyes remained closed but his brows creased, whatever was snuggling into him felt nice but if he remembered correctly he went to bed alone.
 He opened his eyes slowly, dark orbs adjusting to the light that filled the room and the woman that lied sleeping in front of him.
Dowoon’s eyes widened tremendously. How did a woman get into his bed? There was no way someone would break in just to sleep with him.
The girl opened her eyes and stared at him sleepily, a small smile gracing her features. He didn’t have to look in the mirror to know his ears were a bright red, his heart beating quickly as he shot out of bed immediately.
“I uh… who are you?” He questioned her. He watched the girl sit up, his white bed sheet sliding down between her legs revealing her bare skin.
“I’m Y/n!” She smiled brightly causing his jaw to drop. Dowoon turned around when he realized how hard he was staring at the naked girl in his bed, his mind trying to process the name she just told him. That couldn’t have been her name, that was the name he gave the fish he brought home from the beach yesterday.
He turned his head slightly to the little fish bowl only to see that the fish was gone. An eerie feeling crept up his spine, urging him to turn around to face the woman again.
“Y/n...?” He spoke her name and she nodded her head with that beautiful smile of hers.
“Isn’t this great?! I’m a human now!” She cheered as she hopped out of bed, running over to grab his hands.
“Can I live with you forever?”
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joonotopia · 5 years
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please read this post carefully, and follow what it says.
i am trying to make it as short as possible, because way more often than not, i noticed that people don't bother reading everything carefully. and i'd rather not get annoyed.
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the type.
this is a boy x boy roleplay, preferably advanced literate, but anywhere between it and semi lit is fine. the only thing i am asking for is at least 7 lines. for reference, the most that i ever wrote per reply reached to 10 messages (as amino has the character limit). also keep in mind that these kind of replies may take hours to write, so patience is key with me. if you are a naturally inpatient person, than i am not suitable for you. also, my schedule is packed, so i might not be able to reply for up to a whole week on bad days. bare with me and i'll do the same.
i am not picky when it comes to capitalization, but please try to have an at least average grammar and punctuation. nobody's perfect, english may not be your first language or even your second language, but please, at least know the difference between "your" and "you're" and where to but your commas, because i saw people who " literally typed like this ,and it annoyed me greatly .it is a pet peeve of mine ."
i would prefer the roleplay to be longterm. to not rush the plot too much. personally, i love to describe my character(s)' emotions.
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the plot.
i prefer to talk with the other person about the plot, so we can make sure that we will both like it. a list is welcomed if we are short on ideas.
my personal favorites are the fantasy aus, (as long as they are not the oh so generic ones), but a good old slice of life is also fine. i am also very open to new ideas.
the plots that i won't do are highschool plots, hybrid plots, little space, incest, pedophilia and noncon. they are either wrong, or i simply dislike them. also, i will not put through mentions of eating disorders or self harm. i do not need to explain why. sorry if i sound too harsh or mean.
i have a few plots in mind that, if you are interested, you can look through. keep in mind, that they are not a "must do". they are just here, in case we both are uninspired and/or indecisive and need something quickly.
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the characters.
i exclusively do bts ships, i'm sorry.
i will lay it simple. i can take upon both roles. but every time i join roleplays, i am almost the entire time the dom, so i would prefer to be the sub, at least in the roleplay chats that i make (unless the chat says something else.) so, if i turn down your request to be sub, don't say i didn't mention it.
but if you do play the sub, please. i beg you. do not be that extra shy, innocent and weak character. it annoys me greatly.
for ships, my favorites are yoonseok, namgi, yoonjin and namjin. the ship that i will not do is yoonmin. i simply dislike it. we can do any other ships that i didn't mention.
now, i will put out the members that i play as, note that i prefer to play the hyung line. i will also put how i play them.
yoongi
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seokjin
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depends on the ship
namjoon
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depends on the ship, top
hoseok
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dom, top.
jimin
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depends on the ship
jungkook
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depends on the ship
taehyung
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depends on the ship
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other.
✎please be at least 15.
✎no text talk (eg: ur, lol, smh and so on) unless the characters actually text each other.
✎i understand if you need to suddenly leave unannounced. you can be missing up to a few days, or a week, i don't mind. i would like for you to be the same. if you need to be gone for more, i'd like a small heads up.
✎put an emoji of your choice so i know that you read and agree. i will stop replying if you don't, since i will assume that you didn't read everything. i cannot stress it enough. 𝗣𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗝𝗜.
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plot list. more will be added later, as i find inspiration. some of them aren't written down due to either lack of time, or too much variation that can occur.
note: all plots are mine. if you wish to use them for other rps, please credit me (or in other words, don't claim them as yours). thank you ^^
i will add an emoji to the plots i am personally more interested in doing at the moment, but we don't need to do them.
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"we love each other, but we're trapped" echos - leave your lover
muse a and muse b were there for each other through anything, ever since they were kids. they had an indescribable bond. muse a dreamed that they will live together, happily ever after, but dreams don't always come true. muse b has found another, one that muse a ironically set him up with, not expecting the relationship to flourish this much. it seamed as if muse b's relationship was going to be stable, which made muse a's heart ache every time he glanced at their direction. to cope, muse a also started to date - of course, as muse b helped him, just the way muse a did once. muse a eventually found someone nice, sweet and kind. in other circumstances, he would have fallen in love. but his heart ached for someone else. as if it couldn't get more confusing for both of them, muse a and b often ended up in each other's arms, swearing to forget about it, for the sake of their lovers. and so, "one time only" was repeated again, and again, and again. by the end of the night, as they relaxed in each other's hold, the very same sentence was heavy onto muse a's tongue - "we should leave our lovers and be with one another", knowing muse b would never leave their lover. only time will tell if muse a will work his courage, or if muse b will accept it.
variations:
- muse a writes a song to play to muse b, and so, confessing.
- muse b eventually gets engaged, only making things more complicated.
- muse b's lover breaks up with them/cheats on them, making muse b shut down any possible romantic relationships for a while, including the ones he had with muse a.
* - i reccomend listening to the song before picking it, to grasp on the vibe of it better.
2.
"little red string" soulmate au.
each person is born with a soulmate, that you will be able to find ever since you are 5. but, due to the inconvenience that it is manifested with, controversies rose every time. the arguments were so intense, that the world collectively resorted to keep the topic in silence.
how is this little bond so troubled? simple. at 5, one, and only one of the two will be able to see a thin, red string, ever so delicately tied around their left pinky finger, leading up to their soulmate. it never gets tangled, it never gets broken, it never gets untied. no matter what you do to it. the only was in which the second person can see the string is by a kiss.
muse a was born in a fortunate, soulmate family. and, the luck seamed to be on their side, as their son ended up being the one having the string. his parents asked him on his birthday if he had a little red string now, which the child happily confirmed. muse a was excited to see his soulmate, but nothing could prepare hm to be face to face with muse b, the one who he hated the most in their entire kindergarten. and that hate was oh so mutual.
muse a and muse b continued to be in each other's almost daily life, hatred only growing as they reached their adulthood. muse b was a nonbeliever, skeptical of this whole string of faith. muse a, he didn't want to deal with muse b, but he knew that all of their future relationships won't be fully happy. could they overcome this hatred for the sake of a happy relationship?
3. 🎻
"glowing pearl" - pirate + mermaid au.
muse a has been growing up on a ship since he was 8, and running away with one of his elder friends, away from the poverty of their little seaside village life. and so, they embraced the pirate life. muse a was fortunate enough to learn how to read from his mother, and so he helped with the navigation, map reading and negotiations - where violence was not applied.
for the past few months, the rumour of a special kind of oyster, producing natural blue akoya pearls was circling around the market, and the many other ships. they were extremely expensive on land, so the pirates knew they should get their hands on as many as they could, to sell the or to keep them to themselves.
muse b was the son of sea lord. sort of a royal of the merpeople. he was advised by his family to stay away from the surface, as the humans were dangerous - in most of the cases they captured merpeople out if curiosity, or out of desire to steal their different accessories that they decorated their hair, neck, ears, wrists, body with. but muse b didn't care, curiosity won over him, as he swam up.
muse a was looking down at the water when he spotted a person staring right up at him. what truly caught his attention was the much desired pearls, in form of a necklace. but it was such a shame. the mareperson stared up at him with such big, curious eyes. it was truly a shame. such a beautiful face didn't deserve this kind of treatment. will he keep silent, or tell his comrades, which will result in the capture of muse b?
4.
"petal juice" hanahaki au + bts
tw :: mentions of soft gore//death.
'hanahaki, a condition in which an individual coughs flower petals. the flowers range in colors and kind, from simple red rose petals to purple hyacinths. the flowers are growing inside the lungs, on 4 distinct stages. stage one isn't noticable. the plants start to grow inside the lungs, that's when the person starts to cough more and more often. stage two, the person begins to cough small petals. the said person runs out of breath quicker. stage two is one of the lengthiest stages, along with stage three. stage three consists of coughing larger petals, and eventually small blooms, along with blood. the coughing gets more and more violent, and also more often. those episodes are also longer. it is harder to perform any physical task. one of the lengthiest stages, along with stage two. stage four, the terminal stage, is when the person starts coughing out full flowers, and where the suffocation episodes begin. eventually, it culminates with death, as the petals bloom outside of the person's mouth and nostrils, choking them to death. the cause of this disease is one sided love. the time between the stages may vary from person to person. depending on how often and for how long they are in contact with the person they love. the disease can be surgically removed, but with the flowers, all the positive feelings regarding the once loved person is gone too, leaving hatred behind. the natural cure is if the love is returned. if, by any chance, the love is fake and the sick person finds out before they cough two full flowers (usually a year after love is returned, to signify the curing) the disease will relapse, causing in their death in less than a day.' muse a shut his laptop as soon as he finished reading, looking down at the tiny petal in his hand.
fast forward a few years, at the beginning of stage three, muse a cursed himself for ever loving his band mate, muse b. he knew that confessing wasn't an option, being a rising kpop group, only to be openly gay and in love with your team mate in a country as homophobic as korea wasn't an option. but.... all that he could do was wait, wait for something, anything to come. and also keep his illness a secret from the other 6 team mates, including muse b.
5. 🎻
local forest warlock au.
where one or both muses can be witches, specialized on different areas (eg. potions, spells, etc). or one can be a simple villager, or a prince from a nearby kingdom.
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in which muse a is tied in commercializing a recreational drug, and simply doesn't want to put his love interest muse b, a piercer/tattoo artist/florist/singer at a local club in danger.
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catfish au, but a really soft one. in which muse a is a very, well known singer/rapper/dancer and makes a fan account of himself. only to start getting a little too attached to this fanboy.
bonus!! muse b is also an artist. muse a makes a fan account for muse b, and vice versa.
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"when we all fall asleep, where do we go?"
muse a has these strange, reoccurring dreams. they simply feel so real. too real. there is nothing too much out of the ordinary, well, if the normal world had a pink sky and blue ground that is. but, the city was the same. the food was the same. people were, if they were there, the same. the city was empty, with only a few people roaming around. this is where muse a met muse b. "are you dreaming too?" "i suppose."
months passed, in the same dream, muse b and muse a continued to meet. "so can we see each other when we are awake?" "are you sure that you're real?" "i am, are you?" "touche..."
but, after a few more weeks, muse b stopped appearing in muse a's dream. he searched for him in the whole city, yet no sign of him, anywhere. muse a hoped that he could meet muse b again, somewhere. but the city when awake was big, too big for him to search his missed friend. will the search become easier? is muse b still thinking about him?
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"tough love baby"
enemies. whether it be rival bakeries, artists, workers at an office job, kingdoms, mafias, all have one thing in common: the same tension, hateful remarks only to mask away the.... other kind of tension between them. an unlikely pair, yet fun and spicy.
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sacturnine-blog · 5 years
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looong-winded post about ariel & my canon divergence below the cut. 
including: stats, bio, verses, etc.
i’m happy to write her as shown in canon with canon-based partners and those who request it, otherwise, my portrayal of ariel explores mermaid lore, greek mythology and aspects of the novel the little mermaid also.
STATISTICS:
full name: ariel triton, nicknames: angelfish, red, title: princess of atlantica.  species: triton  /  undine  /  mermaid  /  demi-goddess
father: king triton, species: merman-god      over time, triton’s class and image came to be associated with a class of mermaid-like creatures, the tritons, which could be of any gender, and usually formed the escort of marine divinities. tritons were a race of sea gods and goddesses born from triton, who took on his name as their surname.
mother: queen athena, species: mermaid-undine      undines are elemental beings associated with water, often described as water nymphs. although resembling humans in form, they lack a human soul, so to achieve immortality they must acquire one by marrying a human. as athena was sought after by triton, she forewent her chance at immortality and became a mermaid instead, thus dissolving into sea foam upon her death.
orientation: pansexual, pronouns: she / her, marital status: single age: 21 ( main verse, surpassing canon ), born: december 1st, 1801.
lifespan: approximately 300 years, canon time period: 19th century onward – youngest daughter to king triton and queen athena
home: atlantica ( north atlantic ocean ), aegae ( family origins, ancient greece )
king triton was born to poseidon and amphitrite in aegae, which was along a coast in ancient greece, where he lived until his marriage to athena.
occupation: princess and representative of the kingdom of atlantica education: tutored by atlantica scholars, self-educated on the human race languages: she has no set language, rather communicates with oceanic creatures through underwater acoustics. on land, she uses mostly sign language, though is capable of channelling the volume of her vocal chords to a reasonable pitch in order to produce words in the native language of whatever country she’s visiting – though, primarily, she uses danish and english.
mermaids have a naturally high pitched voice to be heard underwater, too high for the likes of human ears, which is why they communicate to humans through song instead of regular speech.
WHERE YOU’LL FIND HER: the underwater kingdom of atlantica, her underwater grotto, sunken ships, the ocean’s surface, sailing ships, near the shores of denmark and islands off the coast. in human form, you may find her favouring denmark’s inner cities, though never straying too far from a body of salt water.
ATTENTION ALL SAILORS & OCEAN-LOVERS:  
seeing or catching a mermaid is considered terribly bad luck.
their voices may entrance, so beware of getting too close.
rumour has it that if you do a good deed for a mermaid, they will reward you.
don’t sail across enchanted waters.
looks like: abigail f. cowen height: 5’1”, weight: 115 lbs, build: slim, petite
mermaid form: wide hips, slim waist and limbs, small-chested, webbed fingers, gills behind her pointed ears and a smattering of silvery scales up her spine and the backs of her forearms, tail: curvy tail with varying shades of green scales, long, darker fins protruding from the ends and a dorsal, transparent fin at the back. human form: heavier thighs, wide hips, skinny waist and limbs, small-chested, she lacks all her mermaid features ( gills, webbed fingers, tail, fins, etcetera ).
scars: a dark red half-moon shaped scar on her right purlicue ( skin between thumb and forefinger ), where she was snagged by a fisherman’s hook as a child. hair: appears unnaturally red, long and untameable, side-part with a natural wave, reaches below her hips. eyes: Wide and round, blue-green.
family:  father: triton, king of atlantica, god and merman, son of poseidon and amphitrite mother: athena ( deceased ), queen of atlantica, undine, named after the greek goddess athena sisters ( chronological order ): aquata, andrina, arista, attina, adella, alana. princesses of atlantica, demi-goddesses / mermaids and undines, aquata is next in line for the throne aunts & uncles: ursula ( estranged ): human-octopus hybrid ( cecaelia ), sea-witch. atlas: god, first king of atlantis. grandparents: poseidon: olympian god, also referred to as ea ( babylonian era ) and neptune ( roman ), amphitrite: goddess of the sea, also referred to as salacia ( roman )
powers: i. superhuman strength ( e.g. can move a boulder three times her size ), ii. superhuman durability ( e.g. has fallen from great heights without so much as a scratch ), iii. superhuman speed ( e.g. as in her mermaid form, ariel is super-humanly fast compared to humans ), iv. speed swimming ( e.g. can swim from atlantica to norway in less than a day ), v.underwater breathing ( automatically metabolizes oxygen from the water, negating the need to surface ),  vi. aquapathy ( she is capable of understanding and communicating with aquatic / marine creatures ), vii. aquakinesis ( she is capable of controlling the waves, however her ability is limited and only magnified with triton’s conch shell or trident ), viii. thermoendurance ( she is capable of enduring extreme temperatures, e.g. survived the arctic and volcanic regions without much bother ), ix. rapid adaptability ( she is capable of adapting rapidly to new environments, e.g. from sea to land, and vice versa ).  abilities: i. singing ( her voice is capable of entrancing men, e.g. luring sailors to their deaths. described as being the most beautiful voice in all seven seas ), ii. dancing ( most merpeople are talented dancers, another gift used to seduce humans ), iii. expert swimmer ( a natural talent, being a mermaid. In human form, she retains this skill, at an olympic level and then some ), iv. expert animal rider ( e.g. she is a capable horse rider ), v. expert musician ( e.g. she is capable of playing various instruments, such as the piano, harp and guitar, as her mother was musically inclined and therefore taught her daughters at a young age ).
VERSES:
001. UP WHERE THEY WALK : ARC I.
note: ariel frequently sneaks up to the surface
ariel is the youngest daughter of king triton, ruler of the seven seas. she’s struggling with the restrictions placed upon her as princess, and their ancient merfolk tradition. in the past, their people would search for a compatible human to partner with in order to gain an immortal soul and live on after their death as an air spirit. due to king triton’s hatred of humankind ( after her mother’s death ), he will not allow his daughters to search for an immortal human soul, and would see humans dragged to the watery depths to meet hades instead. with ariel’s unfavourable fascination with the world above and feeling stifled by her father’s overprotective boundaries, she often finds herself in trouble, challenging her position and breaking the rules. she longs to find a way to change her father’s mind. or, alternatively, to reach the human world on her own.
002. WHERE THE PEOPLE ARE : ARC II.
note: on land ariel has no voice and adapts to the use of sign language
desperate to see an end to her father’s take on tradition, ariel visits her estranged aunt ursula, the infamous sea witch and outcast to the kingdom of atlantica. in exchange for her voice, she conjures a deal to morph her mermaid tail into human legs whenever she wears a seashell-shaped locket ( as seen in the film ). as a condition of this deal, she is warned not to fall in love with a human, or she will die of a broken heart if the love is not returned faithfully. however, upon her attempt at a first visitation, she’s stopped by king triton and his guards, who imprison ursula and bring ariel back to atlantica, barricading her within the castle walls. distraught that her freedom is stripped from her and learning that all her discoveries have been destroyed within her grotto, ariel plots to escape. still in possession of the locket, she flees the kingdom on her twenty first birthday during festivities, and with the help of some of her friends, ventures up to land, where she trades her fins for legs with the use of the locket, and fulfils her dream of exploring the world above. as she did not benefit from her deal with ursula the first time, the terms and conditions were naively thought to be void.
003. WE COULD STAY ALL DAY IN THE SUN : ARC III.
note: on land ariel has no voice and adapts to the use of sign language
upon ariel’s adventures on land, she draws the attention of a visiting prince and joins him on his guided tour of the kingdom. quickly besotted, she decides that he is her soul mate and the two are engaged to be wed within the fortnight, though he isn’t privy to her natural mermaid form. on the day of her wedding, her prince and husband-to-be, unexpectedly leaves her devastated at the altar ( the prince, unbeknownst to ariel, turns out to be ursula, who has escaped confinement and seeks revenge against her brother for her banishment ). overwrought, ariel weakly returns to the sea and is found by her father. he is able to keep ariel from death with the power of his trident, however cannot restore her voice, as ursula keeps it on land in her disguised human form. conjuring up a terrifying storm, an enraged king triton draws ursula back to the sea with a proposition; that he will lift her banishment and reinstate her to her previous position within the castle if she will lift the binding deal she has with his daughter. ursula rejects his offer, and the two engage in a fight that devastates many nearby villages along the coast. ursula is slain, and ariel’s health and voice are restored to her.
004. PART OF THAT WORLD : ARC IV.
note: instead of an enchanted locket, ariel slips out of her tail once she’s dry on land. when her time on land is up, her legs morph back into tail form.
note: this verse may be extended into present day, as ariel’s lifetime permits it.
relinquished from ursula’s grasp upon her death, ariel returns home to atlantica with her father, heartbroken. saddened by his daughter’s depression and despondency, triton determines that the only way to bring a smile to her face again is to give her back her freedom, and then some. he allows her to visit the world above, though without an enchanted locket as per ursula’s deal ( see above note ) and with a distant companion, sebastian. a condition of this is that she may not spend longer than three days at a time on land. if she does, she will turn back into a mermaid. this condition is forfeit if she finds a human and falls in love, thus finding an immortal soul.
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— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Kwon Yuri, spotted prancing about in the Southwest Side. I remember seeing her with The Plastic Committee back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say ethereal and secretive? Apparently now she spends time as a model and a theater arts major, and keeps skeletons buried at Geumsang Apartment Complex B303. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Siren; we missed you so.
In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:
You might remember Yuri as that girl that everyone could mistake for a mermaid. Her long hair, pretty face and sweet voice that seem to attract people easily. But also because she was also part of the swimming team. Everyone kept their distance, knowing that she’s part of The Plastic Committee. Unlike the other girls, she was the least interesting. Her nose was always stuck in a book, if not, a script for the theater play that she will be taking part in.
Whoever said she was innocent and kind, was obviously blinded by her beauty. She was lost and broken deep inside. Letting herself get lost in the music and drinking herself till she couldn’t think anymore but she was never irresponsible. She was studious to the point that it annoyed more people because she was really hardworking.
While her bubbly side was reserved only for her close friends, Yuri was polite and friendly with everyone she meets. She prefers to stand on the side and observe people. It’s not often that she got into arguments, but due to her competitiveness, she never loses. She harbors information and remains true to the facts. Alluring and fascinating as she may seem, it was easy to tell that danger lies beneath her smile.
Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:
After being a princess in a far away land, Yuri packed her bags and set foot back in South Korea. Finally taking the chance to study at a university, majoring in Performing Arts while she worked as a model on the side. With her uncle finally behind bars for multiple crimes, Yuri was able to breathe once again. 
Work and studies have become her priority. Unlike before, she was far from being uninteresting now. You can spot her in almost every magazine and she has even landed herself in a couple of commercials. Far from the girl who was always standing on the side while her friends fought on getting the center spot. Yuri got a chance under the spotlight and it felt so good. She finally understands why everyone wants to be a star. More passionate than she was before, Yuri polished her rough edges and took her place in the center of the stage. 
She had learned how to deal with her cards and now she knows which cards she can play to her advantage and which ones could cause her downfall. Her past still haunts her and she can only pray that her uncle finally takes his last breath so she can finally live her life in peace without having to worry that he’d come back and make her life a living hell. 
More beautiful than ever and surely more dangerous now than she once was.
But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:
i. Out of love sprang a winter child in a land far from home. A runaway couple and secret marriage resulted in happiness and a child that they promised to love and cherish for as long as forever.
ii. A phone call seven years after the child was born led the family to fly from Tokyo back to Seoul. Home. It was a home that Yuri never knew. She was foreigner making her way back home amongst the crowd. An old man lies on the bed with white linen blanket covering him to his waist. The hospital felt like home for her parents are both doctors and she came to the hospital way too often that she can tell what everyone was doing. Tears. Laughter. A family that she never knew embraced her. But in that so called family that she found, she was bound to lose one member of it. Her grandfather.
iii. “We love you, princess.” “We’ll miss you.” These words rang in her head. Red. Blue. Sirens going off while she sat on the chair. Police officers trying to get more information from her. What would a fourteen-year old know? Goodbyes were never easy. That night, she said goodbye to two people. The most important people in her life. Her parents. Shot and left to die inside the car. Never getting the chance to come back home ever again.
iv. Life had to go on. Yuri grieved for her tragic loss. Art School was going to be her distraction, turn her sadness into something that could make her parents proud. But her grandmother had decided that Cheongnam was way better option when she enters high school and so she does what her grandmother wants. 
v. Silence at home was broken at the arrival of her only uncle. News about his failed business caused him to lose everything, including his home. His dislike for Yuri was evident. When he was sober, he’d yell at her. Showing extreme dislike for the teenager who doesn’t know what she ever did for him to be so mean to her. When he was drunk, it was worse. He’d find her and hit her. The maids would run to protect the young girl in the absence of the grandmother who was supposed to be her guardian but too sick to leave the hospital.
vi. The storm came one evening when everyone was asleep and Yuri came home late from school, her drunk uncle spotting her. How quick was he to grab her by the hair and drag her into her bedroom. Smack. Slap. Punch. Red. Blue. Yellow. Bruises would form on her skin the morning, she knows. The louder she cried, the harder he hit her. He called her Mi Rin. Confusion was written all over her face as he called her by her mother’s name and started kissing her, touching her inappropriately while she cried. “Stop!” She screamed and he smacked her so hard, her vision went black, her body went limp. She couldn’t struggle anymore. She couldn’t fight back and save herself anymore. He ripped her clothes and stained her with trauma as he violated her.
vii. Bruised and scared. Scarred and Disgusted. Violated and Traumatized. She ran away from home, hiding somewhere her uncle won’t find her. School was important and even when her attendance was spotty, it was enough to keep up with her image. She feared for her life and so she never reported the incident. The truth eventually came to her grandmother who was pained of what has become of her granddaughter. She put her in a small apartment to keep her safe from her uncle and made sure she was to return to Japan as soon as she graduated.
viii. She escaped GG and her uncle after she managed to graduate from Cheongnam. Getting ready to live off of the trust fund that her parents left for her. But in the end, she decided it was better to just find a work that would keep her from letting her mind play tricks on her. Disneyland welcomed her after a long training. Slipping into Princess Jasmine’s shoes, Yuri lived in peace far away from home.
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