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your-local-baguette · 9 months

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Freminet x mermaid!reader

Warnings: not proofread. May contain triggering subjects? Coming from a random post i read at midnight

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Wet sand and a bright sky, stars aligned forming tons of imaginary drawings named constellation. Everyone had their own, even sea creatures know as Mermaids, most thought of them as myths. The second they thought seeing one, the next they were gone. Mysterious creatures, in some mythologies, they were evil creatures banned from living on land and some thought of them as blessings and good spirit that represented serenity, peace and freedom.

Only those who can read stars knows truth, the painful truth. This world was cruel towards everyone, but mostly those that were 'different' as they perceived them. Mermaids are beautiful creatures, they only search on guiding humans, adepti and archons to the right path. The path of sincerity, dedication and honesty.

Many diver had the chance of catching the glimpse of a mermaid, but never enough to grave it into their memories. As time passed, modernity took place and Mermaids were now just an old tale taught by elder people. As many who admitted seeing one, who believed them ? no one....mermaids eventually sank into the mind of immortals and the resting consciousness of the deads.

SPLASH

a diver had fell in the endless depth of the sea, the bottom unknown to the human eye. A huge shadow had took place beneath the diver, waiting in pure silence for it's prey to fall into unconsciouness. The diver's eyes widened as it was far too late to save himself, his eyes closed in defeat. A warmth wrapped around his body, the warmth of a gentle embrace. If this was death, he'd gladly sink into it, he felt his body move but he had no control over any limb. His head rested against soft skin, a feeling of wet hair brushing against his face.

The diver's eyes shot open, raising his uper body in panick, has he felt himself grip on sand.' the shore?' he thought silently his face getting rid of any emotion." You're awake" a clear and serene voice ringed in his ears. He turned his head toward the direction of the voice, his irises meeting with another pair. A pair of ocean eyes, as deep as the depths of the prison that is the sea. The person had quite a tall figure, they stood barefoot in the wet sand. They looked ethereal in the rising sun behind them, wet hair sticking to their face and shoulder. A whistle if the wind came by and it blew the diver's bangs, now sticking the upper part of his forehead. The person walked closer, they gently felt their forehead. From the sight they let, it was nothing good" i am [name ] [ last name]"

The person introduced themselves, as the blond kept on losing himself in their eyes. " Freminet...thank you..for saving me..i suppose" he said in a quiet voice' introverted huh?' [name ] thought as she listened carefully, but she sighted deeply, as if he was unaware of something" do not uphold any gratitude towards me. I deserve nothing but torture and hell.." they said in a disappointed tone" people like me do not deserve gratitude...." She followed" also, you're burning up. You better get home to get treated or it might get worse" they said as their upper body rose again to stand straight.

The rising sun reflected on the clear waters of fontaine, she gently stepped into the water, kneeling down as the water level reached below her knees. Her legs disappearing to show a fish tail, as Freminet called, they looked back with a broken smile. Swimming away, leaving the sickened diver in a state of confusion." Oh! Freminet! There you are dear younger brother" a magician spike carefully" you're burning up. Let's get you home!" He said in a firm voice but the said Freminet didn't move an inch." Wait. Lyney did you see them" the blondie asked with his usual quiet voice. " See who ?" The magician lied at his best, yes he saw it, sae the Mermaid that talked to Freminet and swimmed back in to the sea. " The Mermaid" " silly you Freminet. Suck creatures do not exist. Now let's get you home before you're cold worsen" the frail diver gave in, following his older brother home. They walked through the emptied streets of fontaine, silence washed over the ambiance. It was slightly awkward.

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Ow long has it been since that day, he did not remember. But it sure was over two years ago, he'd always have this nostalgia wash over him when he went onto the shore. But he'd never see them again would he, the sound of a flute reached his ears, curiousity washed over his mind. He followed the sound, the melody getting louder by each step he took. He stepped on the shore, the exact place brought him nostalgia, the same majestic hair has before, a fish tail curled on the side if the rock the person was resting on. He walked closer, leaving his claymore ti the side, until he was behind them at arm reach. The flute was dropped on the sand" take a seat Freminet" the same serene and calm voice echoed into his ears and mind. His quiet and introverted behavior had not changed one bit as he hesitated, seconds passed as his hand finally made it's way onto the rock. Pushing his body upwards to take a seat next to the Mermaid, he didn't say anything, his fingers tapping impatiently. They both knew what they wanted, yet, neither initiated it" how have you been, Freminet" the spelling of his name rolling off your tongue sent shiver through his spine. He didn't answer, in fact, he slid his fingers over theirs, a gentle smile graced the creatures lips as their face were brought together like magnets. Lips complementing eachother perfectly, a hand lingered on the boys chest, caressing it gently in reassurance. The other interlaced with the diver's, the mermaid pressed their body a little more each instant against the male. Lips separating, foreheads pressed against eachother's, they didn't resist the urge and went in for another kiss, earning a muffled surprised yelp, but Freminet quickly relaxed to which the creatures smiled in the contact.

After detaching from eachothers lips, [name] wiped the saliva on her bottom lip, dragging it with their finger. Freminet looked away but kept on snatching a peak, as for the Mermaid, they wrapped their arm around the male in a warm embrace.

Click

Freminet turned to look towards the noise only to see his older brother and sister with a kamera. A picture coning out of it," gah! It's so blurry! Can you do that again?" He asked towards both the new partners, Freminet cheeks quickly turned crimson" i don't mind. Only if you're up for it" [name] said in a slightly flirtatious tone. It caused Freminet to be even more embarrassed, but he easily gave in and pressed his lips against his new partner's as another click could be heard. This time Lynette held the device, a much clearer photo came out, to which she handed it to Lyney." Ah! My brother is growing up so fast!" Lynette and [name] giggled while Freminet turned into a litteral tomato, but his attention was quickly drew towards [name] has they cupped his face. He looked into their ocean eyes, the same one he drowned in, except this time, they were the loveliest eyes that held an upmost affection only for him and no one else.

The sun finished rising, as the illuminated both the lovers faces, another click was heard and tons of others, as both teenager pressed their forehead together.

" Freminet. Till fate do us apart"

[name] stated and gave him another gentle and affectionate kiss...

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kansasjustgotgayer · 5 months

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lauraletinsky · 14 days

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Expo Chicago 2024—Learning from Mollusks: A Consideration of Laura Letinsky’s Porcelain Line Molosco at Four Season Hotel by Bianca Bova

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coldpenguintraveler · 1 month

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theeighthwonder69420 · 7 months

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google dot com how to stop myself from drawing sea creatues

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honor-of-apostates · 10 months

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The Setting

A quick note: Our world is based on medieval Euron, and the countries and nations within the site are our fictional versions of those countries. Some have been combined together, others have been left as they are. When thinking of 'The Isle' in greater detail such as climate and geographical lay out, imagine the United Kingdom. When thinking of 'The Continent' in greater detail such as climate and geographical lay out, imagine mainland Europe. For history and religion, we ask that players please refer to this guide as we have changed things to fit in with our world.

Another quick note! This is just a teaser of our guidebook page for Setting so what you will find in this post is a brief description of the two main settings of Honor of Apostates. Our Guidebook will have a look in on some history as well as a note on religions.

The Isle • 'Ograin'

Although referred to as 'The Isle' by both nationals and foreigners, the country is composed of several islands all united under the banner of one King. To differentiate the various islands that make up The Isle, they are often referred to by the cardinal direction they lie within. The central and largest island is often called the Royal Land and contains the bulk of the nobles, and the general population of The Isle.

The King and his family rule from the Capitol, a city set on the top of a plateau and surrounded by lush farmland and prosperous rivers. The nobles beneath the King rule over their own parcels of land, and meet yearly at the behest of the King.

The people of The Isle speak a variety of languages but are united under one common tongue called the King's Word.

The Continent • 'Padun'

Across a gentle sea, lies The Continent. Separated into 4 primary nations ruled by their own Kings and Queens. The largest of these nations is a direct ally of The Isle due to the efforts of King Lom. Soldiers and Knights are often brought over as emissaries and live in the courts of nobles as protection. There's no clear idea of what this nation is getting in return, but it is said to be for magical purposes.

These Kingdoms are:

Alhstan: Ruled by a King simply called 'The Barbarian' this kingdom leans on the merits of one's own hand. A place where The Archon has not truly taken hold, they worship their own gods in the forms of great warriors that have risen from mortal status to that of gods.

Creatus: Ruled by a Queen and hailed as the embracers of exploration, this kingdom is deeply reverent of The Archon and it's teachings.

Vertifine: Ruled by a King, this kingdom is vastly rich. They are upheld as the shining examples of the Archon's Creed at work, with gallant knights from this kingdom often hailed as the best warriors in the World.

Otia: Ruled by a Queen, but only allowed to speak through her male advisors, this kingdom is what is left of The Empire that once spanned the entire Continent. They are the home of Archonism, and because of that still are central to the known world.

Each kingdom has their own unique language, but they do know the same common tongue that is spoken in The Isle. On the continent the spread of this language was done thanks to the missionaries of The Archon and for this reason across the Continent this common language is known as 'The Blessed Tongue'.

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triforceangel13 · 1 year

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A Sea of Green and Red Ch. 4 (A BakuDeku Mermaid Au)

Chapter 4: Legs

Shoto let out a soft curse as he peered around a set of rocks. He should havek nown his father would set out a special task force to find him.

He had only gotten a few days ahead of them before he had to duck and hide in every place he got just to stay out of sight.

They were closing in though, asking others if they had seen him, fish and merfolk alike.

It wouldn't be long now till they were going to catch him and bring him back home.

He was determined not to let that happen. He had to find Izuku. He was in much more danger than him going out of the kingdom.

Why did no one seem to care at all except Izuku's mother? Even some of his friends just shrugged their shoulders.

Like this was a common occurrence.

It certainly was not.

They avoided pirates after they seemed to stop just taking their lives for the fun of it. They just left them alone.

But now they were a threat. They had taken one of their own.

Shoto didn't even know if Izuku was even alive.

Was it only because Izuku wasn't royalty yet that they didn't care about this was happening? Should they had spoken their vows? Would it have mattered? If Izuku was pregnant with the next heir woukd it even matter?

It bothered him to no end that no one was going to help him except Inko. She had done what she could, pretending she didn't know where Shoto had gone.

Sure enough someone had seen him.

One of the guard's was approaching him slowly. Shoto cursed softly and he closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

There was no use swimming away, he was out numbered and they wouldn't listen to him to reason with about finding his intended.

He grunted out a curse, ready to swim out of his hiding place when suddenly he saw quick movement, taking one of the guards.

Shoto's eyes widened watching as the other guards looked around confused of what was going on. Then one by one they were taken quickly, their cries quickly muffled.

Was it a creatue of the deep that he didn't know of attacking? Something he should be swimming his life from?

“You can come out,” came a soft voice. Shoto hesitated but then slowly came from his hiding place. A dark blue haired squid merman came forward, looking nervous.

Shoto relaxed a little. He hadn't seen his kind in quite some time.

Another thing his father did that he hated. Just because they had looked different his father cast them out to neighboring kingdoms.

Yet still ruled over them. He hated it.

“Who are you,” Shoto said, holding his trident a bit. Just because Shoto wasn't hostile towards him didn't mean that they couldn't become hostile.

“Tamaki,” the man shyly said, looking around nervously at the guards he had tied up. “We wanted to help.”

“We?”

“Me and my friends. They're holding down the guards to let you get away,” he said. “We heard about your intended your highness.”

“We assumed you would want to go after him,” came another, one with long blue hair, a warm smile on her face. “Just can't believe that he would send guards after his own son like this.”

“I um...Thank you,” Shoto finally said to them. They had saved him from being taken back to his father's kingdom and probably locked into the dungeons.

Someone would think he wouldn't do that but Shoto didn't trust him. He would do anything to keep his son from going after Izuku.

“Have you seen which way the ship went?” Shoto asked. “Which way it had gone to get away?”

He had wasted enough time, he had to get moving. Every second he wasn't looking was another second they got futher and further away with his intended.

“They head that way a few days ago,” the girl said, pointing in a direction. “There is an island out there that they might have stopped in. That could be your chance.”

Shoto's heart leapt into his chest and he nodded.

“Thank you,” he said to them. “I won't forget this.”

They waved him off as he swam away heading in the direction that they had told him to go in. Soon. He would find Izuku soon. “I'll find you Izuku. I'll make sure that this never happens again.”

Izuku looked up at the blonde as he stepped into the room where his water basin was. It was more spacious than that tank he was in and he got to at least stretch out his tail.

He carried a plate of food and he passed it to Izuku.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed beng in the home but Izuku had gotten coomfortable living with Katsuki.

Though it was a bit annoying when he wasn't able to move from this tub of water. If only he could figure out this leg thing.

But right now that was not on his mind. Even as he took the plate of food Izuku noticed something about the blonde.

He was sluggish, his slightly tanned skin looking a little pale.

“Kacchan,” Izuku said to him softly. “Are you alright?”

“Hah?” Katsuki said, plopping down into the chair next to the tub and then shoved a piece of bread into his mouth. “I'm fine.”

Izuku frowned a bit, nibbling on the pieces of food that Katsuki have given him. There were a few things he didn't recognize but he didn't have the heart to ask Katsuki what they were.

Especially given how the blonde was acting. He didn't look well and if Izuku had to guess he was coming down with something.

Human and merman illnesses were different so honestly Izuku had no idea how to help him. He was even not admiting he wasn't feeling good either.

Just another day with Katsuki being oh so stubborn.

He also had seemed to get bitter towards him which had Izuku's fluttering heart crushed under his shoe over and over.

It was like he was trying to distance himself.

He didn't want him to though. He was the only thing good that Izuku saw in this world right now. He still didn't know when he would be going to their captain but right now he wanted to make the most of it.

After all...right now this was his home.

The two were silent as they ate and eventually Katsuki left the room to go do soemthing else. Izuku let out a sigh, feeling a longing in his chest.

He wanted to go home. He didn't care about the wedding or anything. He just wanted to curl up in his bed of kelp and go to sleep.

Though just thinking about that familiar had him dozing off on the edge of the tub.

His green eyes fluttered shut and he let out a small sigh as he rest.

He'd think more later.

When he woke Izuku was confused. The home was dark and a little chilly, the normal fire that was usually in the fireplace to keep them warm was still cold and unlit.

“Kacchan?” Izuku called out into the dark home. There was a soft noise, sounding like someone was in pain.

Was Katsuki hurt?

Moving to the edge of the tub he tried peering over the edge. A dark form laid on the floor, unmoving from the spot.

Izuku tried leaning over more only to let out a yelp and the tub tipped over, spilling himself and the water all over the floor.

“No,” Izuku said with a whimper, looking around him. Katsuki wasn't here and he had just spilled the water all over the floor.

“Iz...uku?” came a soft voice. Izuku looked up, noting that Katsuki was the one that was on the floor nearby.

It was as if the world was moving in slow motion. He felt such an urge to get to the man on the floor. He needed him.

Katsuki had taken care of him so much. Izuku had to at least try to do something now.

Gripping the floor he grunted as he tried to drag his body towards Katsuki. But his tail was just too heavy for him to move.

He had to get to him! He needed him!

Then he suddenly felt lighter, a swirling magic happening around his tail. His eyes widened as he looked down at his tail...

Which was gone. Replaced were two bare legs.

“I...” he said, wiggling his toes.

But the groan had him snapping out of it. He braced his hands and pushed himself up. His legs shook hard as he took the few shaking steps towards Katsuki.

He had to get to him. He had to get there.

He finally hovered over him and his knees shook as he reached down to the blonde. He grunted as he pulled Katsuki up.

He had to get him to that bed that Katsuki barely slept on. He chose to stay there next to him on the couch.

It took him some struggling but eventually he had managed to get Katsuki onto the bed, nearly collapsing on top of him.

“There,” Izuku said, breathing heavily as he propped himself next to him on the bed on his knees, looking down at the blonde.

He looked up at him tiredly, confused and seemed to be in a daze like state.

Izuku moved about, noting that Katsuk shivered. He rest the blanket on him, his hands brushing against his skin and noting just how warm he was. Warmer than usual.

“Kacchan...I think you're sick,” Izuku said to him. He bit his lip. What did someone do in order to keep him well and take care of him?

Was it that much different than merfolk?

He wrapped Katsuki up in the blanket, thinking maybe that would be a good idea. He was shivering after all.

“Don't worry Kacchan. You're in good hands,” he promised. Though honestly he didn't even know how to work his legs.

He started to pull himself up in order to go try to get him something cool for his head when arms shot out and wrapped around him.

“K-Kacchan?!” Izuku squeaked when he was pulled against a warm chest.

“Don't go...” Katsuki mumbled, obviously not knowing what was going on.

Izuku flushed, wathcing Katsuki doze off. He closed his eyes and found himself relaxing and pressing into the warm chest.

It was oddly...comforting.

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dwellordream · 2 years

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“...Some steps were taken to protect young midshipmen from the full harshness of life at sea. On ships of the line the junior midshipmen slept and messed in the gunroom under the supervision of the gunner, who was usually a steady, mature petty officer, who had enough authority to maintain order and – it was hoped – enough maturity not to abuse it. The gunroom was in the stern on the lower deck: it had windows which might, in particularly favourable weather, be opened, and so it was not quite as dark as most of the interior of the ship, although the air would seldom have been remotely fresh.

When a midshipman had been aboard for a year or two and was about 14 years old he moved down to the after cockpit on the orlop deck, below the waterline forward of the mizzen mast. This was the main midshipmen’s mess, shared with some other figures of ambiguous status including the schoolteacher, the captain’s clerk and the assistant surgeons, and might be home to between 20 and 30 men and boys. It was a dank, dark, unwholesome place, reeking of tallow candles, bilge water, the smell of tobacco, the ooze from casks of food in the hold, wet clothes and the men themselves.

In this tiny, crowded space the midshipmen ate, slept, boasted, quarrelled, wept and – in theory – studied, without peace or privacy, and with only the dignity they could summon up from within themselves. Not all midshipmen were youngsters, and there were mature men, perhaps in their forties, who lived in the after cockpit. In general these adults probably added a steadying influence and restrained the worst excesses of adolescent cruelty, but the authority they exercised was direct and not particularly gentle, while their manners may occasionally have lacked a little polish.

On some ships the president of the mess – invariably an older man – would drive a fork into the table or a bulkhead when the first watch was set (about eight in the evening) as a signal for the young midshipmen to disappear, either to their hammocks or to some hidey-hole of their own, and to leave the mess and its conversation to the grown-ups. To be allowed to stay after ‘the fork’ was another step forward in the young midshipman’s career, comparable to the move from the gunroom to the cockpit. The conditions in which midshipmen lived and the food they were issued were little different from those of the ordinary sailors. Edward Thompson, writing in the 1750s, declared that he and his fellows were ‘bedded worse than hogs, and eat less delicacies’.

In 1802 the young Basil Hall wrote home to his father (who was a baronet and an MP) that ‘At breakfast we get tea and sea-cake: at dinner we have either [salt] beef, pork or pudding’. Many midshipmen filled letters home with pleas for hampers of food, with George James telling his mother that the failure of a hamper to arrive before his ship sailed was ‘a most serious loss I can assure you upon honour’. Frequently the midshipmen clubbed together to purchase additional supplies of fresh food and even wine, and it was a dark day when these supplies were exhausted on a longish cruise and they were forced to rely entirely on their rations.

Occasional invitations to dine at the captain’s table, or with the lieutenants, were more than welcome, unless nervousness overcame appetite, in which case there was all too much to regret and the mockery of comrades to endure. The crew, including the midshipmen, were divided into two (occasionally three) watches, spending four hours on, four hours off, with two short two-hour shifts to break up the pattern. At sea, no one ever got a full night’s sleep, and this, along with frequent cold and the constant dampness of salt water, was probably the greatest hardship of a sailor’s life.

The actual work on a man-of-war was considerably lighter than on a merchantman, which carried much smaller crews and where all possible space was kept for the cargo. The crew of any ship shared the space with a large number of other living creatures: rats were always present and always hungry, and there were numerous insects and bugs depending on the climate. There were also the cattle, sheep, goats, hens, geese and even pigs that were carried on board to provide some fresh food, especially on longer voyages: and each animal required a supply of fodder, so that ships were often very crowded when they left port.

Individual messes might purchase and bring on board ducks, hens and other smaller animals for the pot, and also pets including most commonly parrots and monkeys. The contribution of such animals to the sounds and smells of the ship in calm, cool weather would have been considerable, let alone in the tropics or in a gale. As the young midshipman became familiar with the new world in which he lived he would be expected to learn his trade and gradually take on responsibilities. Some lessons were simple and practical: how to tie knots and splice ropes, to climb aloft or take his station in action; others more academic, such as mathematics and navigation.

Larger ships often, but not always, carried a schoolmaster, but he tended to be a despised figure, lacking the authority to command respect or even the attention of his pupils. Far more important were the officers and petty officers: the captain first and foremost, but also the lieutenants, the master and specialists like the boatswain and gunner who each had much to teach a midshipman. A great deal was learnt by doing and observing rather than by formal instruction: by supervising the setting, reefing or furling of the sails; attending small arms training and watching gun drills; patrolling below decks to ensure that there were no naked flames, and by assisting in casting the log and lead lines when the speed and location of the ship were regularly checked.

Different ships brought out different qualities, and there were stereotypes that had at least some basis in fact: the midshipmen in ships of the line were thought to be sophisticated but hard-swearing; those in little sloops and brigs, slovenly and ill-bred; while those in frigates liked to regard themselves as an elite, smart, audacious and eager to seize every opportunity to distinguish themselves. During his years at sea every midshipman became familiar with the dangers and discomforts of bad weather. A storm might blow itself out in a few hours, but a succession of autumn or winter gales could last for days or even weeks.

In these conditions the crew would have to put up with wet clothes and cold food, slippery decks and going aloft in high winds, while the masts swayed wildly and the rain and sleet pelted them and the ropes tore at their hands. It was difficult for the captain to take accurate observations when the sky was covered with clouds and the deck was constantly pitching, so that navigation became a matter of guesswork and the ship might stray many miles off course. Every year the navy lost ships that foundered in storms or were wrecked on the rocks, and often the entire crew perished with their vessel.

At the other extreme were the doldrums – extended periods of calm weather, usually close to the equator – where the ship could make no progress and might even be carried in the wrong direction by the current, while the captain anxiously calculated how long supplies of food and water would last. Boredom could become a real problem and the officers set about making work to occupy the crew in the hope of preserving morale, for idle hands soon led to murmuring and discontent. Here, even more than in the midst of a storm, a midshipman might feel intensely homesick and regret his vocation.

Illness was another peril, with the Caribbean and East Indies notorious for exacting a high death toll, although even in the Mediterranean a midshipman was at some risk of yellow fever, the plague or malaria, while the disastrous Walcheren Expedition of 1809 showed that the Low Countries could be as dangerous as anywhere in the tropics. A harsh or unsympathetic captain, or another officer with a personal animus, might easily make a midshipman’s life miserable whether through undeserved punishments or simply with a sarcastic tongue.

…Not all the time was spent at sea, indeed in the Seven Years’ War ships of the Royal Navy were in harbour more often than not, although this would change in the Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars with their close blockade of the French coast. The time spent in port was usually much more relaxed and pleasant than time spent at sea: there was still work to be done, for ships in port were generally being repaired, restocked and refitted for duty, but most of the crew could sleep through the night and the captain and other officers could relax their vigilance and their close eye on the weather.

These interludes also gave midshipmen a better opportunity to pursue their more academic studies than when on the rolling ocean, although there were the temptations of the town to be resisted, not to mention the distractions of the comings and goings of other ships in the harbour. Recognizing this difficulty, it became quite common for a midshipman who had spent two or three years at sea to be sent to a proper school specializing in mathematics for a year or even longer, while nominally remaining part of the crew of a ship that stayed in harbour as a guardship or one that was being refitted.

A young man would seldom spend his entire career as a midshipman in the same ship or under the same captain. Sometimes a ship would be taken out of service for repairs or to be broken up and the crew would be paid off, and sometimes the midshipman would request a transfer to another ship, either because he disliked the captain or another officer or objected to the duty on board. James Anthony Gardner made several such voluntary transfers in order to avoid serving in the West Indies, even though he knew that such wilfulness did not help his career.”

- Rory Muir, “The Navy: Young Gentlemen at Sea.” in Gentlemen of Uncertain Fortune: How Younger Sons Made Their Way in Jane Austen's England

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ristoranteivorykeys · 3 years

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afraid to swim — headcanon

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➛ request: a reader s/o who fears swimming but loves marine life ➛ ft. the Octavinelle trio ➛ headcanon request by anon

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Floyd Leech

✧.* Floyd knows about your love for marine life before knowing your fear of swimming. He often entertains you with stories of his life under the sea, speaking of sturgeons and rays who often have the urge to play and the school of fish who eventually part ways.

✧.* In one of those story sessions, that’s when you confess about your fears of swimming, which catches Floyd’s attention. You would open up about how you wish to see all the wonders that the sea offers, but you’re afraid of putting your foot in the waves.

✧.* “Eh Shrimpy, I don’t get it,” Floyd would say once you finish. As somebody who dances to his own rhythm and does what he wants to do in the moment, he won’t understand why you’re scared to swim when you know you want to. If you want it, why not do it? It is the best way to really get close to the marine life, after all. Besides, he also wishes to bring you down with him and show you the place he grew up in, and he can’t have you squirming in fear while submerging into the water.

✧.* He will ask if there is any reason why you’re afraid to swim. If you express any worries about drowning, Floyd will recommend you ways of getting over that fear, like asking Azul for an underwater breathing potion, or ask you if you wish to have someone by your side if it helps you to swim. Floyd does want you to witness the beauty that his home has to offer, and he will reassure you that he’ll hold onto you if you need it.

Jade Leech

✧.* It’s amusing to Jade that you love the way of life under the sea because he himself is enamored with the things that the world of the land boasts. It seems like the seaweed is truly always greener on somebody else’s lake, especially in your relationship. But both of you benefit from this: you share to him the different quirks of the lifestyles of land dwellers, and he tells you facts about the sea.

✧.* It’s easy to pick up on your fear of swimming. He observes you in swimming class and notices your hesitation to go into the water. In the conversations that you and Jade would have, he would pick up on the subtle sadness in your voice when you talk about your love for marine life. He won’t say anything, however, and instead will wait until you’re confident to tell him about your fears.

✧.* When you do confess those fears, at first Jade is intrigued and a little confused. To him, your fear of swimming is a curious thing. As someone who has always been in the sea until the invitation to NRC, Jade finds the fear of swimming to be odd. Swimming for him is akin to walking for you, after all.

✧.* Like Floyd, he does possess the mindset of “if you want it so much, then why not do it”. He knows that you want to explore what’s below the waters, and a selfish part of him wishes to bring you to his home, so he does want to help you learn to swim. But unlike Floyd, Jade doesn’t voice that out. Adjusting to the lifestyle of land dwellers was difficult, and he will remember his own journey into learning how to walk, so he tries to analyze and understand your feelings through his experiences and by asking you questions.

✧.* Jade won’t force you to go swimming if you don’t wish to. But he’ll find a way to covertly convince you to at least try it. “May I ask,” he would say, “are you afraid of me?” And if you say no, he will answer: “Then as long as I’m here, there’s nothing to be afraid of, is there?”

Azul Ashengrotto

✧.* Your love for marine life is probably one of the first things Azul knew about you, even before you got together. You’d always be gazing at the aquarium in the Mostro Lounge with awe, wishing to join the fish for even just a short while, and even when you two became a couple, this never changed. Azul would boast about the wonders of the sea to you, sharing you interesting facts about many sea creatures and even the ways of life underwater.

✧.* It was easy for him to find out your fear of swimming. Even if you never say it out loud, whenever you express your desires to explore the sea, there’s always a wistful edge to your voice, as if there’s no way for you to do so. He will ask you why it is that you seem hopeless every time you talk about exploring the sea, and that’s when you confess to your fear of swimming.

✧.* Out of the trio, Azul is the most understanding of your situation. In a way, his case is like yours, only reversed. He isn’t afraid of swimming – and in fact, sometimes he’d rather swim than walk – but remembering how he was ostracized and bullied by most of his merfolk peers growing makes him apprehensive about swimming in his true form. It makes Azul hesitant to swim even during classes because he knows that diving into the water will cause him to transform.

✧.* Azul is guarded when it comes to his vulnerabilities, paranoid about putting trust in the wrong person about his weaknesses. If you were anyone else, he would have simply made suggestions and sell some product that he made for a hefty price to help you. But you’re his beloved angelfish. For you, though it will come off more awkward than he usually sounds, Azul will share his own feelings as well, in hopes that it will help you feel better and less alone about your fears.

✧.* After he’s done sharing, he’d be flustered by you hugging him and telling him that he’s beautiful no matter what form he is. As if that isn’t enough, he’ll be blushing to the shade of a crab when you say that if he ever chooses to turn to his merform, you won’t ever judge him. But Azul will regain his bearings, and he will take hold of your hand as he says: “Then in that case, should you ever choose to swim, I will be there to hold you so that you won’t be afraid.”

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