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The reaction to my frostkettle fic has been so overwhelmingly sweet and I just!!! Thank you everyone who commented kind things so much! And to the people who enjoyed it in silence, thank you for being here with me in my kipperlilly induced insanity

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𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓓𝓸 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮?

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂: 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 𝐻𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝒩/𝒜 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 5,088 𝒜/𝒩: 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒸 𝓍 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓂 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹. ;-;

✮*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✧*˚*✧˚*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✮

There was nothing. Nothing but an endless sea of black. There wasn’t even any sign of life. All except a dark skinned boy with long hair tied into a ponytail. He had been wandering aimlessly in this plane. The only thing accompanying him were the clothes on his back and the echo of his footsteps. He squeezed his arm a bit tighter as he looked around for any sign of life, or plant, or something other than the endless darkness. Although at the same time he didn’t want to know what kind of horrors lived in this world. His golden eyes were darting left to right, but they had the same result. Darkness. 

The wanderer had continued to march through the void for what felt like an eternity. He was starting to lose hope that there wasn’t any way to escape this place. That was until he finally saw someone. The person was a boy around his age. His sudden appearance had caught the wanderer off guard since the boy had only been a few feet in front of him. He was looking at the wanderer through his silver glasses.

The silvered haired boy was wearing something similar to the wanderer. He had a black jacket with gold trimmings and midnight gloves concealing his peach colored hands. He had a black and white striped tie above his cotton shirt. Lastly he wore some black pants and chestnut shoes.

“Azul?” the wanderer asked, hope laced in his voice. “Oh thank god someone is here. I’ve been here for who knows how long and no one's here. I was starting to think I was the only one. Are you ok?”

“Since when did you care, Valerio?” Azul said ignoring him. Even with his voice being monotone Valerio could still hear the bitterness in this voice.

“W-what?” Valerio asked, out of pure confusion. 

“Since when did you care about me?”

“I-I’ve always cared about you, Querido.”

“Really?” Azul asked. Just then an inky like substance began to pour on Azul. Valerio had taken a step back out of fear. He was going to try and stop the substance from pouring on Azul, but when he looked up there was nothing. No bucket, no entry way, there wasn’t even a person that was pouring the sludge on Azul. It had seemed that it had just appeared out of thin air. Valerio was going to push Azul out, but he  saw that Azul had changed. His legs were replaced with eight black and purple tentacles. Blueish purple seashells decorated his waist and obsidian seaweed like structures sat on his shoulders. A gold seashell necklace around his neck and he had a thorn black crown on his head. The silver glasses were long gone, his peach colored face was replaced with an ashy blue, and his once calm gray blue eyes were replaced with crazed light blue ones.

“If you really cared about me, then why did you do this to me?” Azul asked. The monotone voice he had previously was replaced with a more crazed one. However the bitterness had remained, in fact there was even more bitterness than before.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” Valerio defended, his voice cracking. “I-I just destroyed them to return the favor! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“LIES!” Azul yelled. His voice echoed through the void as he stepped closer to Valerio. With each step he made towards Valerio, Valerio had stepped back.  “You never cared for me! The only reason you hung around me was for your own amusement!”

“That's not true!” Valerio yelled back. He could feel tears start to well up in his eyes. “I-I wanted to be closer to you.”

“HAHAHAHAHA! GET CLOSER TO ME?!? Oh, you got closer to me, alright. Just so you could stab me in the back!”

“I didn’t think it would hurt you like this! I was just repaying a debt, I swear! If I knew what kind of damage it would do to you I wouldn’t have done it…”

“Excuses… excuses… When will you finally say that you wanted to string me along? So you could hurt me in the worst way possible. I shouldn’t have trusted you from the start.”

“But I never meant to hurt you like this! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

“If you're really sorry…” Azul said. A black trident had appeared in Azul’s hand. He then aimed it at Valerio. “Then why don’t you do me a favor and die!”

When the trident had pierced Valerio’s heart he shot up and gasped for air. Valerio gripped his chest, he could feel his heart pounding. Almost like it had wanted to escape the situation itself and leave his body to rot. He took deep breaths out of desperation making his breath uneven. When he finally caught his breath he took a look at his surroundings.

The sunlight had poured in from his small window shining on the white walls in the room. The mahogany closet was standing tall at the foot of his bed and a desk made out the same wood was to his right. The desk had all sorts of colored books scattered on top of it. Some of them were open and displayed various notes written in pencil and pen, while others were closed and displayed the cover for anyone to see. There had been a black cushion at the bottom of the desk as well as a black punching bag off to the corner of the room. Near it were red boxing gloves hanging from a midnight rack.

Valerio had sighed in relief at his current surroundings. He thanked The Great Seven that the past events weren’t real and were something of his imagination. However the voice in his dream still rang in his head. 

"The only reason you hung around me was for your own amusement!”

The redhead shook out the voice in his head as soon as it came. It didn’t matter what that dream said. It was a dream, a figment of his imagination. Nothing more and nothing less. And yet… These dreams kept happening. Ever since the day Azul had overblotted these dreams have appeared almost every night. And like every night this happened he would do something else to take his mind off of it. Today would be no different. Valerio begrudgingly got up from his bed. The comfort of his blankets leaving as he got up. The ruby haired boy stretched, he could feel beads of sweat dripping down his back. 

“Maybe I should take a shower first,”  Valerio thought as he changed from his sweaty clothes. “The last thing I want is Vil chastising me, especially this early.”

Hallway

It was only after the second period and Valeiro had felt like he was going to fall asleep at any minute. It didn’t help that his last class was with Professor Trien. As much as he liked the guy, Trien had the most monotone voice imaginable. Valerio had lost count of how many times he nearly fell asleep in that class alone. Not that Trien noticed thankfully. The good news was that after the second period was Valerio’s free period. Meaning that he could catch up on some much needed sleep. So he made his way to one of his favorite napping spots, the woods behind the school.

Since it was in between classes, a steady stream of students were in the bright hallway. Some were walking to their next class, while others were stopping to catch up with friends. There was a slight echo when the students talked, creating an ambulance of noise throughout the stoned hall. Occasionally a choir of laughs could be heard in a group as they talked amongst themselves. Yet despite the noise Valerio had blocked it all out and mindlessly traversed to his destination. With his back slouched and dark circles under his eyes, the red haired boy let out a yawn before turning a corner. 

“COCONUT CRAB!!!” a voice yelled with glee. The voice easily pierced through the ambiance of the conversing students. Before Valerio had any time to turn around to see who the culprit was he felt arms around his waist. He didn’t have any time to say anything before he was pulled up from the ground into a death gripping hug. If this person squeezed the boy any harder his ribs would shatter into a million pieces. Due to the fact that the redhead lost his breath, he didn't even notice that he was spinning around like a top. Valerio didn’t even need to see this person to know who it was.

“Hi… Floyd,” Valerio said when he finally got some air back. “Nice… to see you.”

When the boy was released from the chokehold he turned around to see that, sure enough, it was none other than Floyd Leech. He was wearing the same uniform as Azul, except he had a pale blue vest that was on top of his unbuttoned shirt. Floyd had short teal hair with a long black strand on his left side. The strand was covering his teal earring. Considering the fact that Floyd was a six foot giant he was looking down on the red head. His heterochromic eyes were filled with shock when he was face to face with Valerio.

“Geez you look like a zombie shark,” Floyd remarked.  “If Betta Chan saw you he’d flip!”

“Nice to see you too, compa,” Valerio responded tiredly. “Is there something you wanted?”

“Yeah! Do you have the answers for the homework?” Floyd asked.

“What homework?” Valerio asked, puzzled. A slight spike of fear flared in his heart.

“The one for history, you said that you’d give them to me after second period,” Floyd reminded. 

It had taken the boy a good minute before the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Valerio had gotten a text from Floyd before he went to bed. Saying that he needed answers because he didn’t feel like doing homework. Which was a common occurrence due to his mood swings. Floyd would always pay back with free meals at the Mostro Lounge. Which was an offer that Valerio couldn’t say no to even if he tried.

“Oh right, let me get that for you,” Valerio said rummaging through his bag. It took him a minute, but he had finally found a sheet of lined paper. He then gave it to Floyd.

“You can keep it since it’s just a copy,” Valerio said with a yawn. He then turned around to continue his trek to his napping spot. “I’ll be in the woods if you need me.”

“Thanks Coconut!” Floyd said with a grin. “Make sure you get some sleep, or else you’re gonna be Zombie Shark from now on!”

“Yeah yeah,” Valerio said tiredly. 

With the sheet of paper in hand Floyd folded it and put it in his  pocket. He happily turned around and walked in the opposite direction of Valerio. Floyd made his way through the crowds of students without a care in the world. That is until Azul had appeared in front of him. If looks could kill, Floyd would be dead in an instance. 

“Floyd! You need to stop running off like that,” Azul said firmly. “What were you even running towards?”

“Oh, I saw Coconut Crab and I needed to talk to him,” Floyd responded cheerfully. “You should go talk to him too.”

“Why?” Azul asked flatly. Clearly in no mood to play any of Floyd’s games.

“Because he’s your boyfriend!~” Floyd teased. “That and he looked awful.”

“First of all, he’s not my boyfriend,” Azul sighed. “Second of all, I could care less about Valerio.”

“Sure you could.~”

“Anyways that doesn’t excuse you for running off like that. Next time, warn me before you do that.”

“You’re not my mom!” 

“I am your dorm leader though.”

“Fine… I’ll warn you next time.”

“Good. Now let’s head back to Octavinelle.”

“No.”

“Wha- What do you mean no?”

“Well, since Valerio is taking a nap outside I thought I’d do the same.”

“Wait… Valerio’s taking a nap? Outside? Right now?”

“Yeah, why?”

“IS HE INSANE!?! Doesn’t he know how cold it is outside?!? He’ll freeze to death in this weather!!”

“It’s not that cold to me.”

“We're resistant to it! Of course it’s not going to bother us!  I can’t believe he would do such a thing! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You said you didn’t care!”

“W-well… That’s… because you didn’t give me more information.”

“I thought you didn’t need the information because you said you didn’t care!”

With that Azul let out a grunt of frustration. The silvered hair boy then turned away from Floyd and walked in the direction that Valerio went. 

“Where are you going?” Floyd asked. 

“What do you think?” Azul asked angrily. “I’m going to find Valerio, so that way he doesn’t wake up as an ice sculpture.”

Before Floyd could respond to Azul, he was already out of earshot. The dorm leader had disappeared in the crowd of students walking to their class. Leaving Floyd alone with the exception of the students walking past him. 

“I’m going to find Valerio,” Floyd muttered, slightly making his voice a bit higher to mimic Azul. “That way he doesn’t turn into an ice sculpture. Mi mi mi mi mi.”

Woods Behind Campus

Valerio was rubbing his arms to get himself warmed up. It wasn't much, but any amount of warmth was welcomed in this weather. With each breath he took he could see it escape to the clouds. As much as he wanted to use his magic to keep himself warm he couldn’t. The last time he tried to cast magic in this state,  he had nearly set a whole dorm on fire. And as much as he craved some warmth he didn’t want to be a pile of ashes. So, unfortunately he had to bare with the cold. On the bright side there wasn’t anyone for miles upon miles. The trees were the only thing keeping the redhead company.

The trees weren’t moving due to the lack of wind. Making the beautiful multi-colored leaves  sit peacefully on the branches. However, most of them were starting to turn a brown color. There were other leaves with a much darker brown on the forest floor. Covering some portions of the green grass. Every time Valerio stepped on the leaves it would make a satisfying crunch. Which Valerio could hear perfectly due to the lack of people. 

The red headed boy had scanned each tree for a potential napping spot. Each tree not exactly meeting his qualifications due to the leaves. He could move them, but he couldn't be bothered to move the countless leaves. Besides, why bother moving leaves when there's possibly a tree that doesn't have as many? As Valerio trekked tiredly, inklings of the nightmare came into his head.

"You never cared for me! The only reason you hung around me was for your own amusement!”

Valerio shook his head to get rid of the nasty voice, but it kept persisting. 

“If you really cared about me, then why did you do this to me?”

"GET CLOSER TO ME?!? Oh, you got closer to me, alright. Just so you could stab me in the back!”

The redhead had stopped in his tracks and began to shiver. However it wasn't just the cold that caused it. The onslaught of voices kept coming one right after the other. Some of them were from the dream, some were from previous nightmares, and others he'd never heard before. 

"I shouldn’t have trusted you from the start.”

"Do you think I would like you? After what you did?"

"I've never even liked you to begin with. You're always annoying me 24/7!"

" Since when did you care about me?”

"I'll use you just like you used me. Then I'll hurt you even more."

"I wish that I had never met you!"

"Trusting you was the biggest mistake of my life."

"I hate you! I've hated you from the beginning! Yet you still stick around me like a pathetic leech!"

"If you're really sorry, then do me a favor and-"

"VALERIO!"

The voice had pierced through Valerio's thoughts like a knife. A feeling of fear came up from him. Since he knew that voice. Valerio knew it better than anyone. When he turned around the fear had spiked as he was face to face with Azul. Who was shocked to see him, despite being the one to approach Valerio.

“Great Seven, Floyd was right. You do look awful,” Azul muttered. “But that’s besides the point. What are you thinking? Sleeping outside in this weather."

"Oh uh…." Valerio said. He wasn't expecting Azul to seem so concerned.  “I… I was just about to use my magic to warm myself up.”

“You can’t be serious,” Azul said in disbelief. “You look like you’re gonna pass out any second!”

“W-well…” Valerio started.

“Honestly you should be taking better care of yourself, Treasure,” Azul softly said. His voice was laced with sympathy. “Can’t you sleep in your dorm?”

“No… A lot of the students make too much noise. That and there’s no telling what kind of trouble Kalim can get into.”

 “Then how about the Botanical Garden?”

“Ha! Not a chance. Unless you want me to turn into sand.”

“Hmmm…”

“You really don’t have to worry about me, Querido. I’ll be fi-”

“How about you sleep in Octavinelle?”

“WHAT!?!?” Valerio yelled. Now he was fully awake, even if it was for a brief moment. His jaw was on the floor as he stared at Azul.

“I can have you sleep in the VIP room,” Azul explained. “I’ll tell the dorm members not to disturb me, so that way there'll be no interruptions. Now come on, let’s get you out of this cold.”

Just then Azul had turned around and had started to walk towards his dorm. Valerio didn’t follow him. His feet were frozen to the ground and he could feel his legs shake. 

“Oh perfect. Now I can get my revenge.”

“No!” Valerio yelled. This caught Azul’s attention as he turned around to see that Valerio hadn’t moved. 

“Valerio are you-” Before he could finish his sentence, Azul was met with golden daggers directly at him. 

“What’s your angle?!” Valerio yelled. “You never do anything like this unless there’s something in it for you! So, what is it?!”

Now it was Azul’s turn to be shocked. He wasn’t expecting to be glared at, nor Valerio’s sudden outburst.

“I… I just wanted to help you,” Azul said in disbelief. “I’m doing this because I care about you.”

“SINCE WHEN DID YOU CARE ABOUT ME, AZUL?!?” Valerio screamed. 

Valerio’s voice echoed throughout the woods. This was a whole new territory for Azul. Valerio had always been carefree and calm. Even when he and Azul had their little fights, he had always been level headed and witty. Irritated sure, but never down right angry. And even the rare times he was angry he would always be cold. Nothing like this. It was frightening, especially since Azul was on the receiving end of it. Azul was trying to think of a response, to hopefully calm him down. However he was coming at a blank since he was pretty sure it would only escalate the situation. Before he could even say anything Valerio had let out a tired sigh.

“I… god… I’m…I’m so sorry for yelling at you,” Valerio apologized. “It’s just…I’m just…”

“Tired?” Azul finished. He didn’t realize that there was a cold grip around his throat until he spoke. 

“Yeah…” Valerio said in defeat. His eyes were now looking at the ground in shame.

“It’s alright Treasure,” Azul said softly. He then approached Valerio and put his gloved hand on his shoulder. “I know you didn’t mean it. You’re running low on sleep and fatigue gets the better of us. I won’t force you to come to Octvinelle, nor will I force you to talk about your problems. But please, don’t continue to hurt yourself like this.”

Valerio couldn’t look at Azul. Not after what he did. Azul had just wanted to help, but Valerio had lashed out. The fact that Azul didn’t abandon him right then and there was a miracle. He didn’t deserve this kindness. He could feel tears well up in his eyes and subconsciously he leaned into Azul’s chest. This caused Azul to jump at the sudden contact. He was about to say something, until he heard some snuffles coming from Valerio.

“I’m sorry…” Valerio cried softly. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

It had taken Azul a moment before he comforted Valerio. Due to both shock and awkwardness. However he eventually put his arms around the redhead and gently rubbed his back as he cried. In any other moment Valerio would be embarrassed or probably play it off, but with his tiredness he couldn’t care less. He had cried for what felt like hours before he finally stopped. Valerio noticed that Azul was hugging him and he returned it. Shamelessly leaning into Azul because of how warm he was. He had felt safe in Azul’s grasp, he could easily fall asleep if he wasn’t standing up.

“Feeling better, Treasure?” Azul asked.

“Si… thank you,” Valerio softly said.

“Good,” Azul said, pulling away, much to Valerio’s dismay. The silvered haired boy had wiped the remaining tears from Valerio's eyes. “Now then, do you want to go to Octavinelle?”

“You’re still offering?”

“Of course, my dear Treasure. ”

“Well… alright. I think that’d be nice. Definitely better than sleeping out here.”

Mostro Lounge-Vip Room

The vip room was always pristine and this time would be no different. Bookshelves had surrounded the room, each shelf holding a wide array of books. Sleek black couches that were very comfortable, and were in perfect condition. Azul had insisted that Valerio took a seat in one of them while he went out. Probably making sure people wouldn't disturb the room while Valerio was occupying it. The last thing of note was a mahogany desk in front of a gold and silver safe. Valerio didn't want to look at the gaudy thing. So instead he stared at the white purplish table. Part of which was cut out into a rectangle and was filled with fish. They weren't real fish as none of them were moving. Hell, the light blue compartment wasn't even water, because you could easily place anything on top of it. The red head let out a tired exhale as he made himself comfortable. He laid down and looked up at the dark purple ceiling. Despite his fatigue he couldn't get his eyes to close. Instead he continued to stare up at the ceiling. A sickly feeling started growing in him like a weed. 

"I shouldn't be here,"  Valerio thought, sitting up. "Maybe I can just leave and sleep somewhere else? Although where would I go? The Botanical Garden might not be a bad idea. No… that's too risky. That bastardo perezoso is practically there 24/7. Kalim might not be in the dorm at this time… so maybe there? If  he is there then I'll just have to deal with the noise."

Before Valerio could get up though he heard the door open. He looked to see that Azul had entered. He was holding some documents in his hands. Most likely contracts or paperwork judging by how many there are.

“Mierda,”  Valerio thought. “Can’t go anywhere now.”

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Azul asked softly.

“No… I was already awake,” Valerio said.

“Oh… alright,” Azul said. He walked past him and placed the papers on the desk. He then sat down on the plush chair behind it. As he sat down he took out a white pen and began to write. It was quiet for a while, the only noise being the writing of the pen and the shuffling of papers. This is the perfect setting to sleep in, especially with the plush couches. And yet… and yet Valerio just couldn’t bring himself to do it. His palms were starting to sweat, dread was filling his heart as each second passed by. Despite the atmosphere being calming and welcoming, Valerio was suffocating and felt unwanted. Even though he was invited there was this nagging feeling that he shouldn’t be there at all.

"So, what's been troubling you?" Azul questioned, cutting the silence.

"What?" Valerio asked, turning towards Azul.

"It's clear that something is giving you trouble, so what is it?” Azul asked, looking up from the papers. “I'll help you in any way I can."

"For what price?" Valerio asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We… We can discuss that later." Azul said, pushing his glasses up. "Just tell me what's been bothering you."

"Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Yes."

"Well…" Valerio started as he turned away from Azul. "It's… it's about the overblot… I've… I've been having nightmares about the overblot."

The once welcoming room quickly filled with tension. Didn’t help that Azul had stopped writing, making the room silent. Valerio could feel something crawling up in his throat. The sickly feeling from before grew even more. Azul’s sigh broke the silence as he put down his pen.

"I… I can't say I'm surprised that's been happening." Azul said, pushing up his glasses again. "Especially since you had to see…. That form. Honestly I'm not surprised that you yelled at me because of that. Why would you want to be with an ugly pathetic-"

"It wasn't because of the form," Valerio interrupted.

"Wh-What?"

"It was because I was the one who pushed you in that state,” Valerio explained, his eyes locking with Azul’s. “I was the one that made you overblot. You should hate me, despise me, and try to destroy me in any way possible. And yet… and yet you're here offering me kindness. Why? Why aren’t you mad at me?"

The tension somehow got thicker, so thick that it was almost suffocating. None of them moved, or talked. They just sat and stared at each other. The once calm blue eyes were in a state of shock as Azul stared at him. Valerio was thinking that he might’ve overstepped a boundary. After all, the overblot had only happened about a week ago. Valerio was about to apologize, but Azul had gotten up and walked towards Valerio. He was about to say something until Azul sat next to him and gently held his hand.

"It's because I don't blame you, Treasure,” Azul said gently, squeezing Valerio’s hand. “If I'm going to be mad at anyone I'm going to be mad at Leona. But you? You're the last person I'd be mad at. It might not seem like it, but… I can't even get mad at you even if I tried. Besides, how can I get mad at you when you were just repaying a debt?"

"How do you know about that?"

"The prefect told me. Not sure why though."

"I'm glad they did…” Valerio said, a wave of relief washing over him. “Azul…"

"Hm?"

"What do you want in return?"

"You want to discuss that now?” 

“I mean I might as well since I’m here.”

“You’re right… Uh… well… I… um…” Azul stammered out, a pink hue dusted his cheeks as he was contemplating what he wanted. 

“Oh my god, Querdio!” Valerio said, doing a dramatic gasp. “Are you feeling sick?”

“N-no! I’m just thinking, that’s all!” Azul defended. 

“But it never takes this long! Did you change that much? Are you even Azul? ”

“I’ll have you know that I’m still the same. Just with some minor changes.”

“Minor changes? So… you’ll let me pass you in Alchemy?”

“Now that’s a change I’ll never make, dear Treasure,” Azul chuckled. “How about… how about we just… hang out.”

“Hang out?” Valerio asked.

“Yeah… just… just the two of us,” Azul said, looking away from Valerio. His cheeks were turning notably red. Valerio was surprised to hear this, especially from Azul. He would only hang around someone if it was a business exchange. The only exceptions were Jade, Floyd, Idia, and Ortho. In any other circumstance Valerio would be suspicious, but with what just happened this request feels… genuine.

“I… I know you might be busy,” Azul stated, scratching the back of his head. “I-I can suggest something else if you’d like. Maybe you-”

“I’d like that,” Valerio interrupted.

“Y-You would?!?” Azul asked hopefully.

“Yeah… it… it actually sounds nice,” Valerio said. He could feel a slight blush creeping on his face.

“That’s great! Maybe we can hang out in the town?” Azul suggested. “No, I’ll have to do research on the restaurants. And the weather might be terrible that day. Oh, wait, how about the Mostro Lounge! I’ll have to get Jade and Floyd to clean the place, but it should be doable. I might have to make it after hours so…” 

As Azul rambled on, Valerio's eyes felt heavy. As much as he wanted to keep them open they just kept closing. It didn’t help that Azul’s smooth voice was in the background. Eventually Valerio let his eyes close and he leaned on Azul’s shoulder. Azul jumped at the sudden contact, but relaxed when he saw that it was just Valerio sleeping. Well… at least tried to relax.

“Don’t move, don't move, don't move, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” Azul thought repeatedly. “Whatever you do Azul, do. Not.  Move. A muscle.”

He took another look at Valerio. The scarlet haired boy’s expression was peaceful. He seemed so at ease and relaxed for the first time today. Azul couldn’t help, but smile at the sight. A wave of warmth filled his heart as he watched Valerio. Despite his previous thoughts he had gently, but cautiously placed his hand on Valerio’s head. After a moment of Valerio not moving he began to soothed out his hair. This had caused Valerio to nuzzle into Azul. The boy's body stiffened at the sudden action. He was still like a statue, until Azul had realized that Valerio was still asleep. He proceeded to soothe his hair again. This time a warm feeling came up as he did so, and… it was… nice. With that feeling came an urge of confidence. He gently moved his scarlet locks and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Good night, my beloved Treasure,” He whispered softly. “I’ll always be here for you. No contracts attached.”

#mera writes #fanfic #cross posted on wattpad #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #azulashengrotto #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #octavinelle #scarabia #scarabia oc #scarabiaoc #oc x canon #oc x canon shipping

[captainmera]

Hey! Love your comic <3 as someone in the same age gap as you, I was wondering how do you go about making time for adult responsibilities and a webcomic, I find it very hard to work on one while having a dayjob and household chores

Hello! Thank you for enjoying my story! :D

Unfortunately, my living situation is a bit different. So my answer might not be very helpful.

But in order to be transparent and maybe share what my life looks like, here's a long answer! Hopefully this insight gives you some clue on what you can do for yourself.

this is long. But bear with it!

First of all - I don't have a job.

I live in Sweden and I have benefits, which means minimum wage.

The thing is that IBWR is what I do to not go completely silly in my home. Most of my life is within the boarder of my home [for reasons] and I am either struck with the whispers of depression going This is all there ever will be, or the whimsical story of IBWR. And one doesn't want me to walk around anymore, the other wants me to walk around long enough to finish what I've started. Between the two, the later sounds more appealing. I like living.

I have a schedule,

and this is the key to getting anything done.

A common misconception is waiting around for the muses of art and writing to waterboard you in their fountain. This is incorrect. You have to make appointments for that sort of thing and believe you me when I say this: If you make an appointment with them, they will show up with more creative tools to torture you with than water.

If you have an appointment with a friend, you show up. If you have an appointment with your doctor, you show up. If you have an appointment with the story that is in your heart and constantly on your mind, you have to show up.

You have to make an appointment with yourself and you have to show up for it. I promise this works. Open up your art program or writing document and I promise things will happen. If you have difficulty getting started anyway, you are missing either a hot beverage or a hat.

If it is important to you, you make time for it.

And if you, for some unpointable reason can't seem to make yourself show up for your own appointment and keep rescheduling, you might have a case of lacking reason.

What's a good reason, you ask?

Well... Why do you want to make your story? It's going to be easier to show up for it if you know why you want to sit down with the story. Is it to be popular? to meet friends? to get rich? to just make something creative as a hobby? To build a portfolio? To get into the art industry? Maybe it's not even a webcomic you want to do, maybe it's comic strips or animatics. Why did you show up to your meeting today? And, mind you - all reasons are valid. There's no moral compass that determines which is more noble a cause or not. Put that nonsense in the bin. This is a judgement free zone. Dreams has no judgement. Be you, do you, chase your happiness. I am rooting for you!!! If you are dreaming about being popular due of something you have created - that's cool! Great! Now you know how to approach your appointment and how to schedule the appropriate amount of time and energy for it. Knowing is just going to make it easier for you to know what you need to do to get where you want with it.

I have chores too, and I live alone.

Chores are.... Chores. I don't like doing the dishes (Laundry is fine, and vacuuming too!), I don't have a dishwasher and I can't afford one. But it needs to be done. Sometimes you just gotta roll up your sleeves and get it over with, maybe buy a new scrub brush. I live alone so it's not a lot, but after a week there's still a wee lil' pile there staring at me as though it had hips to put it's hands on and ask me where I've been all night. I really should schedule to do dishes twice a week, but you don't want to have a meeting with dishes twice a week lest you want it to zap away the little energy of joy you've gathered thru the week. You got to live a little too, damnit! It cant be all chores and responsibilities! My rule is that cleaning takes maximum 20 minutes and minimum 5 minutes. And knowing how little time that is in comparison to an entire week, as well as having a scheduled date and hour for it, helps tremendously.

Besides, you probably have two hells to knock on. My second one is the gym.

Oh, Hell. Turns out you can make an appointment with hell, show up at its door and think "Ah, Monday. I hope the leg-press is available."

But really, again, making a scheduled time for chores - as well as anything else - does help a lot. And most importantly, sticking to that schedule.

Schedules are sacred.

I know some youngins are anti-schedule and think routines are what makes you dull and boring. In truth, routines that YOU have made (not someone else) for yourself are a blessing. It gives you control over your life when it feels like things are going too quickly downhill on a bike without breaks. Having a routine gives you a sense of respect for the things you do, at least if you commit to following up on them. When YOU make decisions of when you wake up, when you sleep, when you eat when you work when you make time for beloved people, etc.. It will teach you self-respect and the gratification of sticking to a promise you made for yourself. To recognise you can keep a promise to yourself, repeatedly, to commit to yourself is a gift nobody but you can give yourself. This gift will seep into everything you do. This will be the soil to a seed that's been waiting to grow for a long time:

Confidence.

And you need confidence to post something as vulnerable as a story. It starts small - choose when you wake up, that's easier than choosing when to sleep. Once you've taught yourself how to wake up at 7am, consistently, suddenly this determination seeps into other things that needs to get done. Like chores. Tasks at work. Making nerve-wrecking calls. buying food. Making a webcomic. And then, one day. There you are. Going downhill, with breaks you've made yourself and think "what a nice road." You get to choose what is a priority, who gets to have a piece of your time (that isn't obligatory like a job or kids), and it will teach you that your time is valuable. Your schedule is sacred. And it will teach you that not everyone are privy to your time. People who try to bully you into giving them a time in your schedule will never have time available to them. Bullies already steal enough of your time as it is, after all, by trying to get your attention. And! it will make the people you choose to make time for feel more important to you and they will feel important to you as well - you chose them, after all, for no other reason than that you want to spend your time with them. People like to feel important to others, it makes them feel loved. Schedules will give you a peace of mind. And the best thing about schedules is that they are forgiving when you are forgetful or life happens. It's called rescheduling. So there's no need for guilt or shame. As long as you make sure to show up next time.

So when should you schedule doing a webcomic?

You don't have to start with drawing everyday. You can start scheduling once or every second week. Heck, once a month is a good start too! As long as you show up for it. Set the bar where it feels like you will actually show up for it, consistently. Every time, on the dot. Like a friend for a coffee.

And, if you by some unknown reason, still find yourself rescheduling your own appointment with the webcomic over and over.. You need to face the reasons why. Do you think it will fail? Are you scared nobody will like it? Do you feel like your skill isn't good enough to begin yet? Do you think you need to know stuff about things before you begin? Why are you afraid?

I was afraid too.

Not to get too tmi here, but I had gotten it into my head that I had to compensate, somehow, for being alive. That unless I was a normal adult (whatever that means), if I didn't become what was expected of me - then I had failed. At life. And I had some debt to pay to... I don't know? The universe? Something. I had to be convenient to be loved and accepted. When you have to plan your life around someone else's unpredictability you lose yourself in the process. When you plan your life around abstract things like "success" you will quickly find yourself lost and feeling very, very, alone.

IBWR came to me anyway, even when I felt worthless, voiceless and unimportant. And it told me things I needed to hear, needed to see, needed to understand. I felt like I had waited for this story to give me a hug for a very long time. And one of my driving forces to continuing to make IBWR, to continuing showing up for it's appointments, became "maybe someone else needs a hug from my story, too."

You dont need a big hearty reason to write a story.

You just need a reason, any reason, that makes show up and want to show up - for yourself.

Nobody else is going to show up to write this story. Nobody else will feel like this story is important to make, until you make it important to yourself to work on it. Nobody knows what this story is about yet, but you do - You are this story's only voice.

Make an appointment with it.

Open up your scheduler and find an hour to sit down and just think about the story. Maybe doodle for it. Make w.i.ps and sketches. Make reference sheets, make notes, write a chapter with words first, maybe write the chapter youre most excited about and work your way backwards! "working on the comic" means any of those things and more. Working on a story means work before the work.

Start anywhere, but begin with an appointment.

I promise it works.

Oh! And, if it doesn't - hot beverage or a hat. Trust me. It's one of those things.

#ibwr #mera writes #liveblogging #personal #writing #write a webcomic #draw a webcomic #schedule #schedules are sacred #captains logbook #captains log #captain's log

[meraarts]

Panting, covered in blood, clearly losing it, repeating the same phrase into the mirror: my writing is art, not content. my writing is art, not content. my writing is ART, NOT CONTENT

#it’s grindset content poisoned hours #say it with me folks #we write for US not for LIKES #send help #writing #writeblr #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #mera speaks

[creepslayer7]

Ghost King and King of Atlantis: Best of Buds

I think that ghost king Danny phantom and arthur curry (especially the Jason mamoa version) would be best buds immediately upon meeting and would always complain about their duties/’coworkers’ / and king stuff

They would also slack off together all the time lol

Both: Half human(tho different circumstances)

Suddenly kings

One foot in the human realm/surface and each of their own worlds(Atlantis, the ghost zone)

Think kings stuff is boring/stuffy

Bond over crude language and insulting stuck ups that the other rulers (Diana, Orm,ect) judge them for

Would much rather just float around in quite away from responsibilities/spend time in humans world/on the surface

Probably the only two royalty that went to highschool (Kor'i, Diana, Orm, Mera, Hawkman, ect) idk if hawkman is royalty tho 🤷‍♀️

I also really like the thought that they need to spend time nurturing both their halves

Ie. They can't spend 100% of their time with the humans or in the sea/ghost zone cuz that hurts them but they also can't stay away from the humans or their other worlds for the same reason

Both love cheese burgers and wish their respective other worlds had them

#dcxdp #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #ghost king danny #arthur curry #Atlantis #aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #ocean master #mera #starfire #Aquaman #aquaman movie #King buddies #dp x dc fanfic #fanfic promt #pls someone write this #i think they would get along #i think they would be besties

[kheyys-worms]

The Most Dangerous Predator of All

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This art is based from a yandere!Rook x reader fanfic called Sugar Dew Sewn Anew by the wonderful @merakiui 💞💞 It's my all time favorite Rook Hunt fanfic and it's been living rent free in my head ever since I read it (and will continuously do so until I turn senile!). Do check this fic and Mera out! She's such a wonderful writer and her writings are absolutely incredible ✨✨

#And now... I scream in the tags: UWOOOOGGGHHHH!!!!!!! #I've had this image in my head for MONTHS NOW #It's been rotting in my head ever since it was out #and now I'm finally able to get him out! AHAHAHA #God. I'm so NORMAL about this man-- this bob cut ass freak. I love him sm i hope he hunts me in my dreams next <333 #This is a much more simplified version from my earlier WIPs. but i'm still happy with the result✨✨ #Mera you're the absolute GOAT for all your writings and thoughts. I hope the universe is always kind to you <33 #twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #rook hunt #yandere rook hunt #kheyy's art

[fancyfade]

comics writers will keep inventing the most cool female character ever and then inexplicably not do anything cool with her instead to do another series about Mid Man #3514 or write her around her male love interest and barely if ever allow her to outshine him

#mera #big barda #koriandr #dc comics #helena kosmatos #raven #fury #starfire #kendra saunders #hawkgirl #at least in geoff johns and hawkman 2002 writing for the last 1

[kusuokisser]

mera chisato scribbet for the soul

#ignore the fucking hungrypilled i dont know why the hell i would write that #mimi draws sometimes #saiki k #saiki no psi nan #kusuo saiki #saiki kusuo #disastrous life of saiki k #saiki #saiki kusou no psi nan #kusuo #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #mera chisato #chisato mera #mera #chisato

[dawnquafam]

“Are you afraid of me?” “Yeah. I mean, kinda. Definitely.” For Stephen & Mera

Enjoy 2.2k words of Stephen being a bundle of anxiety and Mera being a supportive future sister-in-law!

Time ceased to matter when Stephen was with Orm. Lying on a blanket in the lighthouse’s front yard, he talked and talked, one arm wrapped around Orm’s back while the other hand gestured emphatically. Any of his exes would have fallen asleep or asked him to stop by now, particularly when he ranted about Atlantis, but Orm listened attentively to every word he said about every topic that crossed his mind, his head pillowed on his shoulder and his leg draped over his thighs, occasionally offering a thoughtful question that set him off on an entirely new tangent. The only idle thing about him was the way his hand traced random patterns across his stomach, alternately wrinkling and smoothing his shirt, the softest touch from someone who could crush steel without batting an eye. Stephen talked from broad daylight to sundown, his boyfriend’s warmth keeping the cooling temperature at bay, and his attention never wavered.

Orm listening to him like this wasn’t new, but everything else – the relationship, the cuddling, spending time like this with someone who cared – very much was, and he never wanted it to end.

The front door creaked open, footsteps crossing the porch. “Hello, lovebirds.”

Time slammed back into full speed. He and Orm both jumped, but while Orm’s clenched fist immediately relaxed upon realizing it was Mera, Stephen’s entire body tensed. He sat bolt upright, guilt twisting in his stomach when the movement very abruptly dislodged his very comfortable boyfriend. “Um, hi, Mera,” he greeted.

Orm shot him a wounded look, but there was concern beneath the indignation. Mera stopped in her tracks. “Is everything all right?” she asked.

“Totally fine, yup, why wouldn’t it be?” he responded, barely suppressing a wince at how blatantly awkward it sounded. Which wasn’t exactly unusual for him, but he didn’t want his rambling mouth to betray his nerves right now. Though it’s far too late for that.

Mera arched her eyebrow, predictably seeing straight through the forced cheerfulness. Orm did, too, and Stephen didn’t miss them sharing one of their silent conversations about it. She glanced at her best friend, and he tore his gaze away from Stephen to subtly shake his head in response. Frowning, she tilted her chin towards the lighthouse, and Orm nodded. “I’m going to make us some sandwiches.”

Stephen’s heart sank when he started to sit up, a chill already creeping across him where he had lain. “You don’t have to,” he tried, almost reaching for his hand to pin him in place until he remembered that Mera was watching. He withdrew his hand before they could touch, heart aching when Orm’s hand closed around empty air.

“You said you were hungry a little while ago,” he answered through visible disconcertion. He glanced at Stephen’s cheek, clearly wanting to kiss him, but Stephen couldn’t make himself lean in for his usual invitation, and Orm didn’t push him. “I won’t be long.”

“Ok,” he mumbled, looking away to avoid the confusion in his eyes as he stood. I swear I’m not trying to push you away, he wanted to say, but no words made it out of his throat.

With one last glance at both of them, Orm headed inside. Mera took his place before Stephen could even think about protesting, sitting down in one graceful motion. “I could be diplomatic about this,” she said, “or we could skip straight to the whale in the room.”

Wishing, for far from the first time, that he had even a shred of her poise under pressure, Stephen hoped that his attempt to shuffle slightly away just looked like he was getting comfortable. “There’s no whale,” he lied feebly.

“Not when I first stepped outside,” she allowed. “You were as happy as could be. Until you heard me.”

He ducked his head, unable to argue. She was a born and raised politician who had lived a lifetime in secrecy, trained from childhood to observe even the tiniest of details about everyone around her – of course she had noticed his timing. “It’s ridiculous,” he mumbled.

“Arthur insisting that the president might be Atlantean solely because he looks similar to Orm is ridiculous,” Mera said. “Whatever this is… is not.” She paused, considering him, smoothing the fabric around her thigh with fidgeting fingers. “Are you afraid of me?”

A million judgmental stares flashed through his mind, a lifetime of seeing the exact moment everyone around him mentally wrote him off as ludicrous at best or insane at worst. A lifetime of struggling to make relationships work, of fighting tooth and nail not to be himself long enough to get to the meeting the family stage of a relationship, only to see the crushing disapproval in the eyes of the few people he did manage to get introduced to the second they recognized him. “Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “I mean, kinda. Definitely.”

She furrowed her brows. “Why?”

“It’s not… I mean, it’s…” He sighed, taking his glasses off to scrub a hand down his face. “It’s not you, exactly. It’s- it’s all of you, but it’s not… it’s not really any of you, either. I’m just- I’m not really used to my boyfriends’ families… liking me.”

And they were just normal people, he added to himself. Not… the Atlantean royal family.

“We’ve all been rooting for this relationship for the better part of the last two years,” she reminded him. “You two were the last ones to notice your feelings. Arthur and Tom are the ones who talked Orm into realizing he’s queer in the first place.”

“I know,” Stephen said wearily. “I know it makes no sense. You guys have been there for me since Antarctica, and it’s not like any of you are going to think I’m crazy for believing in Atlantis. It’s just…” He put his glasses back on. “I’m a scientist. I like patterns and data. And my entire dating history… is a lot of data forming one big pattern. Recognizing that far sooner than I actually did could’ve saved me a lot of heartbreak.”

“Allowing old data to scare you now would only cause more heartbreak,” she pointed out gently. “Patterns can always be broken under the right circumstances, and you have those here. We all do. Just about everyone in that lighthouse has broken one or two in their lives, and we have no intention of stopping now. You became part of this family well before you officially began dating Orm. We’re not going to suddenly turn our backs on you simply because everyone else made that mistake.”

“You say that now,” Stephen muttered, anxiety bleeding out as bitterness, as the twisted pain that had built walls around his heart for so long. It had taken a lifetime of agonizing rejection after agonizing rejection, but he had finally learned to push people away in the end. David had been the first exception in a long time, and everyone knew how that went. He had nearly forgotten how it felt to put those walls up when dating Orm was no more than a wild fantasy, but now… “Everyone changes their mind at some point.”

“No.” She laid her hand on his arm, catching his eye. “You saved my son, Stephen.”

“I sent a message,” he said with a shrug. “Two years ago.”

“You sent a message that no one else could send,” she said firmly. “And you were nearly killed trying to protect him on your own until we could get there. Every moment that I’ve had with my son for the last two years has been because of you, and every moment after this will be the same. The gratitude I feel for that will stay with me until my dying breath. We are together because of you, and the least I can do in return is approve of you dating my best friend.”

He searched her expression, looking for the lie, looking for the doubt that had shadowed his every relationship. “You really do?”

“I do,” she assured him. “We do. You’re kind, intelligent, and brave. The two of you make each other happy, and you trust each other in ways neither of you trust anyone else. We would be fools not to continue welcoming you into his life and our family.”

“Even though I’m not a prince?” he asked, the silent insecurity slipping out, tinged by the desperate need to believe her. “Or a warrior? Or anyone special who can keep him safe when the Fishermen come looking for him?”

“I was a princess and I didn’t deserve him.” Old guilt haunted her eyes until she blinked it away. “Just as he became a king who did not deserve me. He can protect himself, and when he cannot, that is why we’re here. If he cared that you can’t do for him what we can, then he wouldn’t feel so safe in your arms. It matters far more to all of us that you are one of the very few people in his life who has never hurt him.” She squeezed his shoulder, letting the words sink in before she continued. “You do not need a title to be noble or superpowers to be strong – those are qualities that only mean anything when they are found in your heart, and you have a good one, Stephen. That is what makes you special. That is why we will always want you here.”

There was no hesitation in her voice, no reservation in her touch. Her words didn’t reek of false pleasantries, of the pressing need to tell Orm to dump him the second he stepped out of earshot. She really meant what she was saying. Maybe David did go horribly wrong, he conceded slowly. But it landed me here, didn’t it?

Hope dared to bloom where once there had only been despair. Stephen looked over her shoulder when the front door creaked open again, and she followed his gaze to Orm, heading back to them with a couple plates in his hands. “Cuddle with him all you want, Stephen,” she told him. “Gods know you both deserve it.”

He learned to lower his walls to get us this far, he thought, remembering the withdrawn, touch-averse man who had first moved in with him. If I want this to work – and I want nothing more than that – then… it’s my turn now.

Orm paused a short distance away, head tilted in question. Stephen nodded, and his shoulders visibly relaxed in relief as he resumed walking. The same relief escaped him in a heavy breath, the same weight lifting from his own shoulders. “Thank you,” he murmured to Mera.

“I’m always here if you need to talk.” She leaned in, and Stephen thought she was going for a cheek kiss until her eyes started to glow, ominous in the fading daylight. “Never forget, though,” the queen whispered, a mischievous smile softening her words, “that I am still his best friend. If you break his heart, I will break you.”

“Don’t worry.” It was far more foreboding than any of the stiffly polite conversations his exes’ families had exchanged with him, but his answering smile was easy and reassured. “He’s safe with me.”

And I’m safe with him. With… our family.

She sat back, content. “Good.”

“Stop threatening him,” Orm said, reaching them in time to catch her teasing. “And get out of my spot. Please,” he added grumpily when she didn’t move.

She sprang lightly to her feet, stealing a chip off his plate. He frowned but didn’t protest, handing the plates to Stephen before sitting down, still not quite as graceful on land as she was. Happily crunching her stolen chip, she headed off for her regular evening swim, and Orm asked him, “Are you feeling better?”

“Much.” He set the plates aside and cupped Orm’s cheeks. “I’m sorry I got weird.”

“It’s all right.” He leaned into Stephen’s touch. “Weird is normal in this family.”

“True enough,” Stephen said with a laugh. “Come here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed him gladly, and Stephen savored the combined hint of salt and taste of Atlantean heat that had quickly become one of his favorite things in the world. The last traces of bitterness and fear melted away at the touch of his lips, as loving here in front of his family’s house as he was in the privacy of their apartment, a far cry from the sudden uncomfortable distance his exes had shown when they took him home. He even savored the pulling away, breaking apart just enough to breathe, because it was his choice, just as it always was, and Orm lingered just as he always did, staying close where everyone else had only pulled away.

Maybe that was all the proof I should’ve needed that this time is different.

“You do know that I would protect you from her, right?” Orm asked, their noses still brushing, his hands on his waist, his fingers curled into his shirt.

“I know that you would try,” Stephen said. “But we both know that you can’t beat her in a fight. Or during game night.”

He pouted. “I defeated her at Monopoly once.”

Stephen shook his head fondly, kissing him again and instantly wiping away the adorable pouting. He pulled his boyfriend back down to the blanket, the sandwiches entirely forgotten, caring only about holding on to him and never letting go, regardless of who might see them.

#stephen shin #mera #orm marius #shinorm #aquaman #dceu #my fanfic. #julie tag #i asked you for prompts so i could write short things and then i wrote over 2k why is my brain like this #also not 100% sure i'm happy with this but if i stare at it any longer then it'll never get posted so here it is

[brennan-lee-mother]

Now that my frostkettle fic is done and published I can show you how chaotic my planning for this fic was

(Sensitive info removed lol)

Every time I had some new idea I’d scribble it in some blank corner. Almost that entire second page was written while I was trying to sleep. I was being plagued by visions fr

Special mention to the fact that when I had the idea for one of the scene locations, I decided to record it by drawing a little tree house with no further context

#good times fr #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fantasy high #dimension 20 #mera speaks #d20 #fh #mera writes #kipperlilly copperkettle #lucy frostblade #frostkettle

[shyam-kariya]

इस मोड़ से जाते हैं

When i sing this for u,

आ, चल के तुझे मैं लेके चलूँ एक गगन के तले

जहाँ ग़म भी ना हो, आँसू भी ना हो, बस प्यार ही प्यार पले

एक ऐसे गगन के तले

I meant this place,

Whenever you're sad, or feeling stressed,

All i do is take you to this place.

और यहाँ sunset देखते देखते तुम्हारी बातें सुनुंगा, तुम्हें राजभोग आइसक्रीम खिलाऊंगा <ik it's your favorite>, और तुम्हें सहेलाऊंगा।

#for you my koochie poochie ku #pictures taken by me #shyam writes #watching sunsets together #mera bachcha #desi love #desi life #desi tumblr #desiblr #meri kammoji #desi tag #shuddh desi romance #dil ne jise apna kaha #desi core #desi culture #being desi #desi blr #desi blog #desi aesthetic

[captainmera]

... *sighs at myself* .... It's the angst for me.

FYI - THIS IS NOT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, IF ANYONE THOUGHT THAT. JUST SAYING.... *wheezes* it's a future one... far in future..

I do this to myself- okay look I just-- HAVE THIS IN MY HEAD. I'M WRITING REALLY SLOW NOW. ol< I'm sorry............. ol<

*dies*

#toh #the owl house #toh gus #toh vee #toh hunter #toh belos #toh philip #philip wittebane #gus porter #vee noceda #hunter noceda #hunter wittebane #toh comic #*SIGHS LOUDLY AT MYSELF* #YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF MERA #YOU DO THIS #AND YOU'RE STILL WRITING NEXT CHAPTER #WHATS THE MATTER WITH YOU #I DONT KNOW IM SORRY IM GOING THRU THINGS *screams* #emperor belos #the golden brother #tgb #tgb belos #belos toh

[flipside-phoebe]

Seeing Double is finally completed!!!

Please give it a read! Comments & kudos are appreciated <3

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters afterlife #afterlife the series #flip city au #phoebe spenlger #trevor spengler #lucky domingo #podcast ghostbusters #phobia specter #tremor specter #thirteen oc #silent oc #pssst if you made it this far reblogs help! #links don't show in the main tag #these tags are mostly for organization #Mera's writing

[epithet-beloved]

MERA / READER / RICK HEADCANONS

synopsis… Being a polycule with Mera Salamin and Rick Shades!

ft. Mera Salamin, Rick Shades, Indus Tarbella (mentioned)

tags… fluff, polyamory, mera and rick are not dating, but they’re both dating reader, pure self indulgence, epithet erased spoilers, mostly bc i talk about anime campaign scenes, like a weird mish-mash of ac and ee canons

word count… 892

a/n… I AM THE TARGET AUDIENCE. No you have no idea i am so in love with these two i need them both in ways i cannot put in this little note… this is my self care cause i’m sick xoxo ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 FOAMS AT THE MOUTH.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Anyway.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 These two are kind of???? The sweetest to be in a polycule with whattttt

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They have this light back and forth whenever it involves you, playfully arguing, but they always come to the same conclusion: you should be given the royal treatment.  They are nodding to themselves in agreement like yesyes…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mera has a tendency to become defensive and flustered, and Rick NEVER FAILS to jump in and go “oh nooo guess i have them all to myself oh nooooooooo” like he’s surprisingly a tease about it. And Mera ALWAYS jumps in like NO. MY TIME WITH THEM.

“Mera!”  You approach your girlfriend with Rick trailing behind.  She raises an eyebrow at your excitement.  “I found an advertisement for a play around town.  It looks like something you’d like!” She nearly wants to choke when she realises it’s Twelfth Night, not wanting to think of the implications of why you’d think she’d like it.  “What?  I… N-No, I’ll pass.” “Shame!”  Rick instantly interrupts, swooping in from behind you to place his hands on your shoulders.  “I suppose it’ll be just between you and I, darling!” Seeing the wizard so smug instantly fuels competitiveness within Mera.  “Actually… Maybe I’ll go after all…” she grumbles in embarrassment.  It’s worth it to see how you light up, but she doesn’t miss Rick rolling his eyes.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You know that scene at the end of anime campaign where Rick visits Mera and Indus in his epilogue?? Spouse custody exchange.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Whenever Rick is away on adventures, you’ll switch between staying with Mera, or going along with Rick.  You three always make a bit out of it, amusing you a great deal.  You’re all dorks whether you accept it or not.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mera always gives you the gentlest affection, shy and a little awkward but endearing nevertheless.  Rick, however, is all for the fun of the relationship, preferring to be as close to you as possible.  This fuels Mera’s own repressed clingness.  You are trapped in both of their embraces very often.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Like they both ADORE taking naps with you.

You lie in a funny enough position.  Seated in Rick’s lap as he nuzzles into your hair, his lanky arms wrapped around your waist and your back presses into his chest.  Meanwhile, Mera straddles you, arms thrown over your neck as she hides in your neck.  It’s so cuddly and safe, but… “...I have to pee,” you admit aloud.  Both of them groan in indignation, only holding you tighter.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Where Rick will wax poetry about your boundless beauty and how you make his heart race, and will only be a little creepy about it!  Mera, however, could be asked what she likes about you and just CRASH from shyness.  Both of them are adorable in their own ways.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Rick is such a sweetheart, he always has an eye out on both you and Mera.  Always offering to walk you two home, or just be around if Indus isn't, as a “wizardguard” which you can only guess is a far superior version of a bodyguard.  Take him up on his offer he loves feeling useful, and honestly he’ll follow you back anyway juuuust in case.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I’m such a clingy Rick truther sorry.  Mera is just a bit too mean and Rick is immediately whining to you to “kiss it better” or “tell her to stop being mean” as Mera is going “i literally just flicked him” or “i just said he’s like a puppy around you!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Don’t worry Mera isn’t much better she’ll tell on Rick to Indus and then he has to deal with that. Please stage an intervention they’re both pouty brats deep down.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes they’ll just share a moment of solidarity at just how into you they both are.

Mera and Rick stare wordlessly at you dashing to coo over a stray cat.  Immediately, you befriend it, and the two are left to wait for you until you’re ready. After a second of watching you gush and coo, Rick would speak, hand rising to clutch his heart and clenching his other fist.  “I need to kiss them so damn bad.” “Oh, same,” Mera immediately sighs, not being able to tear her eyes away.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 YOU REALLY THINK THEY WOULDN’T GET ALONG BUT LIKE??? Mera initially says it’s because Rick also does what she says, but you will learn just by observing them that Mera really is thankful for how Rick looks out for her without question.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mera “I’m looking at fish tits” Salamin looking at furry art.  You look at Rick and nod wisely.  He has no idea what you’re talking about.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They’re both SOOOO protective of you in their own ways like if someone hurts you they WILL show up on the news i am not even joking !!!! please hold them back by leashes you Indus will help.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s like an honourary member of the polycule he’s just here we love him for it!!!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes they’re both in the mood to tease you. That is your cue to either run far away or let them, because oh my !!! oh my!!!!!!!! THEY WORK SCARILY WELL TOGETHER AS A DUO!!! 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Is it obvious how feral i am for these two like please i’ll do anything— 

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If you are some kind of King of the Sea, does it make me your Queen?

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Summary:

Luffy runs a careful finger over the skin of the fruit in his palm. He found it today, in the patch of yellow-wilted grass farther into the forest than Rayleigh usually takes their training to. He thinks it's a little weird, that Rayleigh hadn't found it despite scouting the entire island all those months ago for the probable marine intrusion, as if it hid from him. Luffy doesn't know if the guess is true, but he knows Haki, now, as unstable yet as it is, and it was- is really hard to miss. It's like the first star in the night sky. Like a beacon in the dark sea.

He cups it with both hands, like it's suddenly made of glass, his senses mapping how it feels. How it pulses with power, a second heartbeat to his own.

(It's red and uneven. Hot, in the way it's not supposed to be under a tree's shade.

He wonders if his brother looked at this fruit, the Mera Mera no Mi, and thought the same.)

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Luffy finds an interesting fruit in a forest. It derails a couple of things.

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