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pozolegirl · 6 days ago
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D is for Dolphin! 🐬
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lavanderqueen26 · a day ago
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"WHY MEN LOVE BITCHES? "
CHAPTER 11: "THE NEW AND IMPROVED BITCH"
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The New and Improved Bitch is one of the chapters in a book titled, “Why Men Love Bitches” by Sherry Argov that serves as a relationship guide for women who are too nice. Being a new and improved bitch is not a bad thing for, it’s a refined version of an old bitch. Bitch in this chapter is defined as a woman that doesn’t live up to anyone’s standards and not of forcing herself to become someone, she’s not comfortable with. According to some, BITCH derives from the first letters in the following phrase: "Babe In Total Control of Herself." There are four characteristics being described in this portion referring to what really is a bitch.
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First, a bitch stands on her ground. She is straightforward and will never be a bystander. She makes her idea clear without hesitation and pleasing anybody, but living what she has to be and these following qualities gain the respect from men.
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Second, a bitch is never fully conquered. Instead of losing her mind for a failed relationship, she makes the man lose his. She shows the need of her existence to a man and not the other way around. This is because of the basic difference between men and women. Women want safety and predictability while men long for excitement, danger and unpredictability. The more a woman keeps a level head, the more men become intrigued with her for, it will keep him pursue things that excites or difficult for him. The bitch is brave enough to conquer any situation and raise the idea of unpredictability. She is realistic and practical unlike to a nice girl, who is a coward of seeing things according to her desire.
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In reality, men want someone who follows him. However, this practice in fact leads men to instantaneously get tired. The moment he believes than her woman is always considerate in everything he will do, it lowers his curiosity and excitement in a relationship.
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Third, a bitch is defined from within. She is an independent woman. A person that never let others dictate her life rather, she let herself grow and drive towards her desirable destination. Defining oneself in this chapter means knowing the value and being true of what a person wants to pursue by not letting others taking any control. A bitch maybe soft and feminine, but most of all she has dignity. She’s not easily manipulated and doesn’t allow others define her whole self. Being an independent thinker added to the attractions for men that draws them like a “magic spell”.
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Lastly, a new and improved bitch has a strong will and faith for herself. She understands the principle in adult day-today life and this include possessing self-confidence that motivates others to do the same. She believes on herself despite any distractions and discouragements from others and she focuses more on her goal and aspirations. This is for the reason in which she knows that insecure people will only succeed on treating and making her feel less only if she allows it. Abrasiveness is not an objective because a bitch is also strong yet nice. Nevertheless, she also demands same kindness in return that she deserves.
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The specific chapter of this contemporary prose writing is basing from reality raises new terminologies that gives rise to controversy. It includes defining the significant role of women, the new bitches in a relationship which will definitely lead into showing justice of changing the unfair treatment and perspective of other people towards women. It also reflects the unvocal viewpoint of men towards women, which are unseen but undeniable if to dig deeper. The content itself does not only speaks presently in a way that it’s in the queue of the current issues within the society with regards to a failed relationship, nonetheless it presents possibilities to this issue that contributes on finding its solution.
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Ethel Merman said, “ Always give them the old fire. Even when you feel like a squashed cake of ice.”
In this chapter, it’s also filled with different scenarios and pieces of advice that has the purpose in making women stronger, independent and self-empowered, which are the appealing features in this section. It shows dignity towards the new role of women citing the possible effects to highlight the characteristics that a new bitch must contain in an intolerable situation of a relationship. This portion of the book focuses and encourages women to firm and practical in a world full of injustices. This gives an idea for them and a starting point to grow in a new and improved way rather than living in a automatic relationship preference and expectations of people from them.
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Before reading the chapter, I've found this piece of literature ridiculous in some part for the bitch word itself in the title and the concluding attitude of men in a relationship because it may not be applicable to all. People as we are, we all have differences and perspective in life, and this book may not be applicable to all. However, upon reading its content specifically this chapter, it brings a big impact to a woman’s just like me. I’ve always believed that pleasing the partner in a relationship is the best option to save it from falling apart. I thought being considerate and changing oneself are ways to gain their respect from them. In response, it’s the other way around because it will just worsen the situation making the relationship toxic. It just open the a room for me to make myself inferior and less as a woman.
Therefore, I realized that there’s a perfect shoe for every person and just like what the author stated in the Attraction Principle 100, “The most attractive quality of all is dignity."
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katlynroseanneart · 14 days ago
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Might’ve taken a few centuries off my lifespan, and been 2 days late, but it’s finally done!!! I was supposed to post this on last Saturday, which was also my birthday so I didn’t have enough time to finish it, so I said ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’ll just finish it on Sunday. ...Sunday I had theatre and no time, so now here I am, 1 in the morning, tomorrow/today is Monday, I am so fucking lateee. But anyway! These are the final 2 of this series, next 2 artworks to be posted are already finished so those will 100% be on time!!! Onto info about Layla and Eric, the characters here. Now first things first, why don’t they have those spirit things? Because I’m lazy. That’s it, they should have them, but I’m focused on getting this posted before 2 days late turns to 3 days late. But onto more character things, Layla’s name I knew immediately because I felt her screaming in my head that that was her name, and Eric was named after the Eric from the little mermaid because Eric is a merman. Also Eric and Layla are dating if you couldn’t tell- Layla came to Vegas for a fashion opportunity, which turned out to be a fluke leaving her and her boyfriend stranded in Vegas, with their apartment already paid for soooo they were kinda stuck. They decided to stay, got jobs at blue moon bar, and now Layla owns an Etsy shop where she sells fashion and Eric is... I mean he really doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, he’s good at american football but not good enough to go pro so he’s kinda... stuck. He’s also stuck in my mind considering I have no idea what I think his passion would be- my main idea of him is just that he’s a himbo. So that’s fun, in other news I’ve been adding more and more trauma to Nadia’s pile, I also discovered the word Hiraeth, which describes one of her experiences perfectly so... I would like to state I take no pleasure torturing my characters it just kinda happens. It’s for entertainments sake!! Also I have an animation thing going on for these two so stay tuned. Anyway, onto the hashtags. 👗 🏈 👗 🏈 #art #artsy #artstagram #artistic #artoftheday #drawing #artoninstagram #bluemoonbar #bluemoonbarcomic #bluemoonbarbook #onceaponabluemoonbar https://www.instagram.com/p/COHdin0F52-/?igshid=37noykp4x9dc
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tranquil-turbulence · a month ago
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whew. here’s a full list of all of the besupin kids’ families in the fic “Did My Time and I’m Doing Just Fine”. I’m honestly surprised I fit everyone in here this time. just doing headshots today, sorry. I’m getting better at drawing again after so long and this was difficult enough to cross-reference :P
TOP DOWN L to R:
FUJIMOTO:
Kazue (QUIRK: Tree) - Hanae’s stepmom. 7′4″ tall and loves her stepdaughters deeply. She’s the support hero Aspen.
Mei (QUIRK: Green Thumb) - Hanae and Aoi’s mom. She divorced the girls’ father amicably and they remain good friends. She’s a florist, but has support hero credentials. Her wife likes to tease her for her shortness (Mei is 5′2″) by putting an arm on her head and asking, “How’s the weather down there?”
Aoi (QUIRK: Colorpop) - Hanae’s younger sister. She wants to go to an arts-oriented high school/university to become an artist. She can add color to anything she touches with all five fingers. Around 5′4″.
Hanae (QUIRK: Garden) - a chipper first-year high-schooler wanting to become a pro hero like her stepmom. She’s the extroverted doting girl of the group. Around 5′6″.
SHIRAISHI:
Asami (QUIRK: Elongating Limbs) - the siblings’ mom. Works as the pro hero Elastra with her husband. Around 5′7″.
Hiraku (QUIRK: Bulletproof) - the siblings’ dad. Works as the pro hero Kevlar with his wife. Around 5′9″.
Hayate (QUIRK: Rubber) - a serious boy who wants to be a pro hero instead of the rescue/support everyone thought he’d be as a kid. Really sensitive about his quirk being seen as a ‘helping’ one and not a ‘fighting’ one. The ‘dad’ of the group, constantly stressing about everyone and likes to follow rules. Unfortunately, he’s often made into a butt-monkey, given his extreme bad luck. Around 5′6″.
Hiromi (QUIRK: Elasticity) - a less serious girl who wants to become a pro hero like her parents. Gets sensitive about being compared to the old American hero ‘Elastigirl’ and won’t associate with people who joke about it. She can be prone to passionate outbursts when her friends get self-conscious about themselves, though those moments terribly embarrass her. Around 5′7″.
MIYANO:
Suzume (QUIRK: Sparrow) - an elderly woman who adopted Kuro from an orphanage when he was young. She’s the neighborhood grandma. Not pictured, but she has brown wings like a sparrow (like her name). Around 5′6″.
Kuro (QUIRK: Shadow Manipulation) - a quiet, lanky boy who was disowned as a child for his ‘villainous’ quirk. He was bullied mercilessly in elementary and junior high, and is afraid of new people unless they exude a ‘familiar’ aura. He loves Suzume fiercely. He’s the ‘token normal’ of the group. Around 6′2″.
KAMORI:
Akimitsu (QUIRK: Luminosity) - Ginjiro’s widower dad. A jolly man who teaches at another high school (he’s the teacher nobody hates). He literally glows, especially when he smiles. Around 6′.
Ginjiro (QUIRK: Spring Legs) - an energetic jock who loves competing in challenges. He was the envy of his junior high school for his quirk and wants to be a pro hero to make his dad proud. His smile is identical to his dad’s. He’s the goofy extroverted boy of the group and likes to good-naturedly tease Hayate. Around 6′.
KANZAKI:
Kaito (QUIRK: Merman) - Hamano’s dad. A merman with a marine biology degree. Has to spend all of his time in a body of water. Shy like his youngest daughter. Counting his tail, he’s around 6′6″.
Yoko (QUIRK: Persuasion) - Hamano’s mom. Works as the underground hero Siren. Around 5′3″.
Kasumi (QUIRK: Mist) - Hamano’s oldest sister who works as the support hero Fret (named after the mist that comes off the sea) while as a second-year university student. Around 5′6″.
Suzu (QUIRK: Symphony) - Hamano’s older sister. A first-year university student working for her music/teaching degrees. She can weave music influenced by her emotions by waving her arms in a certain tempo like a composer. Around 5′5″.
Hamano (QUIRK: Siren) - a half-mermaid who has to maintain regular contact with water like her dad, but is able to walk on land like her mom. Got her mom’s ‘persuasion’ quirk. Grew up on a northern island and is very shy. She wants to be a hero like her mom and oldest sister. She’s the ‘mom’ of the group, always worrying over them and making sure they have snacks (growing up with a family who tends to overwork themselves means she’s always prepared). Around 5′4″.
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Chapter 2, Part 2
Jane stood up from her seat in class when the bell rang, it was finally lunch break, she got out of her classroom and walked to her locker, she took the lock off and tried to open it, but it was stuck ”Great”
She pulled harder, but nothing happened, she was starting to get desperate, she was losing time but she needed to leave her books an backpack ”Need some help?” Someone asked.
The girl turned her head to see who was talking to her and sighed relieved “yes” she got away from the locker and let the girl open it “thanks Cath”
Cath pulled the locker door a couple of times until it opened “No problem, I’m always up for helping a damsel in distress” she said turning to see Jane, and stepping aside so that she could use the locker.
The shorter girl chuckled and blushed slightly “You’ve spent a lot of time with Roman” she took her backpack off and placed it inside of the locker “Speaking of, weren’t you supposed to arrive at rehearsal?”
“Yes but, I didn’t had classes today, and I wanted to pass by and say hi to my favorite designer”
“Please, I’m not that good”
“Are you kidding? Of course you are” she said, taking an envelope out of her bag “here”
Jane looked at it and took it, she opened it revealing the drawings of the costumes for the school play she had done “you finished checking them already? I gave them to you on Friday”
“And they were perfect, maybe there were just some little details, but I did almost nothing to them, you’re getting really good at this”
Jane hid her blush behind the papers, she placed them inside the envelope again and left it on her locker before closing it.
“And, I also wanted to know if you wanted to go for a drink after your classes” said Cath.
She thought for a second, she had planned to go to talk to Virgil during lunch break and notify him about the camera so that he wouldn't try to talk to Patton, then come back to the school and go with him to think of another plan at the end of the day, but she thought about what Roman told her, his words ringing on her head ’You’re only looking for an excuse to not go out with Cath’ she sighed and said ”I have something to do after school, but we can go now if you want”
Cath smiled and offered her hand to Jane ”It's a date then”
Blushing, she took the taller girl's hand, Virgil was probably alright, he wouldn't take the risk that easily, she kept thinking about it while they got out of the school holding each other's hand.
Virgil swam in circles around the cave, why was Jane taking so long to appear? Had she abandoned him? What if she told the humans about him? What if they were looking for him? Had he made a mistake by trusting her?
He stopped and looked around once more, sighing when no one appeared, he was definitely not going to look for her, but he could go and see Patton right? He could try to free him once more, and if he couldn't he would just talk to him.
He started swimming towards the lab, totally oblivious of the camera the humans had installed the night before, when he arrived, he saw Patton swimming inside ”Pat!” He said, grabbing the bars of the grid and catching the prince's attention, who swam closer to him.
”Virgil! Do you have the screw-thing to free me?” He said looking around ”Where's Jane?”
”I have no idea, she didn't appear to help, but, I wanted to talk to you while she's not here, I miss my best friend after all”
”aww Virge, what do you want to talk about?”
”What do you think? Or who do you think?”
Patton sighed ”I told you, I trust her, and she's the only help we have on land”
”But humans aren't trustable, and even if she's one of us, she has spent a lot of time surrounded by humans, how do we know that she isn't brainwashed or something?”
”Because she trusts me too, she told me her story, and besides I don't think humans can brainwash, now, can we stop talking about her?”
Virgil sighed ”alright, what do you want to talk about?”
Dee walked through his office, he sat on his desk chair and left his coffee on it, he turned to see the monitor next to his computer, he had asked to have control over the underwater camera, there was nothing interesting happening outside, he was about to turn his computer on to work when he saw movement.
A figure appeared on the screen, another merman, it got closer to the one they had and they seemed to be talking about something, unfortunately, the camera didn't have a microphone, so if they were talking on English, Dee was not able to hear them.
The scientists pressed a button on a communicating device he had on his desk “there's another one outside, go get him” he said, he raised his finger and kept looking at the screen, things would get interesting if he managed to get two specimens.
Virgil kept talking to Patton, he mostly asked what the humans did to him while he was trapped, but they also talked about usual stuff.
They both heard a splash and Virgil looked away from Patton to where the noise came from, just to see a human swimming straight to him “Oh shit” he whispered.
The purple merman sent a last glance to Patton and started to swim away.
The human stopped in front of the captive merman, he pressed a button on the side of his suit “sir, it’s swimming away”
“I don’t care, go after it, I’ll send some people to help you” the response was loud enough for Patton to hear, but without his pearl he couldn’t warn Virgil, all he could do was watch as the human went after his friend.
Virgil didn’t dare to look back, he just swam as fast as he could, he only stopped once he was sure he was far enough, he hid behind a rock and looked back, trying to see if he had lost the human, just to see a boat sailing on his direction, he swam away scared, didn’t even bothering on seeing if that both belonged to the lab where they kept Patton captive.
He found a better hiding spot and started to freak out, they saw him, they knew he existed, one human knowing of his existence was bad enough, even if he never did anything to find him after that night, and now a whole corporation knew he existed.
The merman grabbed his earring and closed his eyes, trying not to have a panic attack, hearing Patton’s voice on his head telling him to breath, he focused and thought about Jane, even if he didn’t fully trusted her, she was the only one that could help him right now.
He focused on Jane, using his pearl to connect with hers, and hoped she would listen to his call for help.
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thiswasinevitableid · 2 months ago
idk if i missed the boat on monster march but mer + indruck + nsfw? maybe something like that scene in from the depths where duck is rubbing off on indrid's tail but... not interrupted by abominations? with treasured human pet talk?
Nope, the boat is not missed. I’m pretty much taking these until the last few days of the month. Here you go!
There are rough days. There are bad days. There are terrible days. 
And then there’s whatever kind of godforsaken day Duck is having. 
It started with Winnie coughing up a hairball right on his pillow. Then he was out of coffee, trudged to the store to get some only to discover he left his wallet at home. Saying “fuck it” and spending the rest of his day at the beach seemed the best call when it came to turning things around.
Turns out his ex thought the same thing, and what started as an attempt to be pleasant while crossing paths ended with some thoroughly unkind comments about Ducks suitability as a partner, including his temperament, laugh, and appearance. 
His first spot for decompressing in the sun was overrun by seagulls, the second by a group playing New Wave hits at full volume, and on and on until late afternoon, where he trekked up the boardwalk to discover the Wolf Eel Bar and Grill was out of french onion soup. He went for a conciliatory sandwich at Amnesty Lodge instead. Barclay, saint that he is, gave him a two-scoop cone on the house when he went to pay the check. Duck retreated to the most secluded seaside spot he knows, the one where if anything happens to him, no one will see it, to enjoy his rocky road in peace. 
Then the cone toppled, the half eaten top scoop falling into the water and the bottom one hitting the rock. 
This is why Duck is now on his back, on the tidepool dotted rock, muffling a frustrated scream in his palms.  A tap on the shoulder interrupts him. 
“Don’t be sad. Look” two tan hands hold the now-gritty ice cream out to him, “I could not save the one in the water, but this one is only a little sandy. “
“Uhhh” Duck blinks at the merman bobbing in the waves, “no that;s, uh, that’s fine. Don’t feel like gettin sand in my mouth.”
The mer glances at his hands, back up at Duck, “May I eat it?”
“Knock yourself out.” He decides not to linger on whether this counts as feeding the wildlife. The merman is mid-bite before he even finishes his sentence. 
As the creature of the deep happily stuffs his face, Duck wonders why he chose this of all moments to talk to him. The merman first appeared a month ago, observing Duck while he was doing tide checks. A day later, he swam parallel to the shore as the ranger went for an evening walk. After that, Duck saw him whenever he was near the ocean. 
Duck prefers a life without too much weird, and thus ignores the strange and unusual unless it whacks him upside the head. Even then, he tries to shake it off and go about his day. So when the mer hauled himself onto the rock closest to the patch of beach Duck was reading and snoozing upon, the human gave him a cursory nod and went back to his novel. He only glanced up once, to see the merman sketching on a pad of paper; the mechanics of this happening in or near the water intrigued him, but not enough to make him talk to a fucking mermaid. 
“Mmmmm” the merman licks his fingers, “I like the little white bits in it best.”
“The marshmallows?”
“Yes! That’s the word.” He paddles his hands in the water to clean them, “you have very good taste in iced cream.”
“Uh, thanks.” Duck scrubs his face, not wanting to leave his oasis of solitude but not sure what’s going on here, “is there somethin I can do for you?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing. You are clearly having a bad day, and I wanted to improve it.”
“Man you don’t know the half of it; shoulda seen what happened when I wasn’t near the water.”
“I did. Oh, oh dear, that sounded creepy. I’m a seer and enchanter by trade, which means I can see timelines as they unfold. And, ah, I kept an eye on your futures today in the hope they would improve. Especially after that conversation between you and your former partner. I did not like how they spoke to you.”
“Not like I was a model of dignity and calm.” Duck scratches the back of his neck. 
“True. Nevertheless, were you my human, I would say far kinder things.”
Duck lays back down with a snort; he appreciates the sympathy, but today it feels like the universe has made it clear how little kindness he deserves.
“It is the truth. I would tell you that you are patient and kind. That your laugh reminds me of the shorebirds when they are joyful. That I have seen sunken ships laden with jewels and pearls larger than my eyes, yet when I hear the word ‘treasure’ I think of your face.”
The human rolls slowly onto his side, facing the waves. Rock digs into his shoulder as he studies the merman. He’s staying close, but seems to be waiting for permission to be in Duck’s space. 
“Why are you sayin all this?”
“Because it is true, and I like you.”
“You barely know me. Hell, I don’t even know your-”
“-Name. Ah, apologies, I am always a bit ahead. I’m working on not interrupting as much. And my name is Indrid.” The mer rests his arms on the rock, sets his chin on the back of his hand, “You are right, we do not know much about each other. I do not know where you grew up, but I know you take great pride in showing groups of small humans the tide pools and teaching them about the sea. I do not know what you like to read, but I know that I can sit near you and draw without you fleeing in fear or trying to take a photo of me.” 
Duck reaches out, presses silver hair behind Indrid’s ear, the lilting voice seeping under his skin, suggesting that maybe he’s not as terrible as he thinks. Like maybe something better is waiting for him “now you gotta tell me somethin’ about you.”
Indrid purrs, rubbing his cheek into Duck’s hand, “I used to live in Atlantis, but I took on a role that let me travel and see more of the world, both my own and that of humans. I settled here recently because the nearby mers are not territorial and the fishing is good.”
Rock catches his clothes as he scoots the last inches to the edge of the stone, “How come your drawings don’t get ruined by the water?”
“Enchantments. Though I did get Dani’s human to bring me waterproof paints.” He mirrors Duck’s arm, reaching out to play with the humans’ hair, his tail keeping him easily afloat in the water. 
The ranger closes his eyes to focus on the cool fingers stroking his forehead, “you really wanna spend your evenin’ playin’ twenty questions with me?”
“Yes and no. I came to see what would make you happy. If talking with me is the answer, that is what we can do.”
Duck groans at the reminder of why he’s hiding among the hermit crabs, “Gotta be honest, not sure what’d cheer me up. Everything I tried today backfired.”
“Let me try something.” Indrid’s face goes worryingly blank, then he grins, “I foresee an option that might help, though you will think it self-serving. I have a vision of you joining me for a swim.”
“Water’s a little chilly for that.”
Indrid zig-zags his finger through the waves, “Try it now.”
It’s like sticking his hand into a warm bath, “that ain't gonna mess with the fish is it?”
“Not at all. The spell only applies to you.” Indrid swims backwards as Duck strips down to his trunks, “here, there’s a sandbar where you can stand as long as you need.”
“Plannin on keepin me in the water awhile?” Duck teases, paddling over to join him. 
“If you will let me.” The mer circles him, and for the first time Duck notices the gold-red fan-shaped fin on his lower back, “I have many other things to tell you. For instance, if you look at that kelp raft, you will see otters in the next twenty seconds.
Four well-camouflaged bodies surface to their left. As they splash about, Duck remembers the time he mistook one for a piece of driftwood in the dim light of morning, tells Indrid the story as the otters play.
Something smooth and strong brushes his leg. Indrid is floating close enough that his tail keeps bumping Duck as they talk. 
“Hey, uh, could I, uh, could I look take a look at, uh, um-”
There must be timelines where he asks, because Indrid turns onto his back and adjusts so the last third of his tail waves in front of Ducks’ torso. The mixture of yellow-green and burnt burnt umber reminds him of an Undulated Moray, though the tail ends in a V instead of a point. Stroking one side leads to a splash and a sigh as Indrid twitches in the water. Duck continues the motion, the skin like that of a ray, and relaxes more with each pass. It’s soothing him and, judging by the tension leaving the muscles under his hands, Indrid as well. In fact, the merman is now so limp, his head is under the water and looks to have been for some time.
“Fuck” Duck lets go, moves to fish him out only for Indrid to contort and swim so they’re chest to chest.
“Oh right, gills.”
“Indeed. That was lovely. May I, ah, examine you as well.” There’s a purr in his voice. Duck nods, and the mer slips beneath the surface. His fingers trace along Ducks legs, then drag up the back of his thighs, pressing more firmly when they reach his ass. Duck barks a laugh, so the Indrid does it again before gliding his hands up to his shoulders. 
“Mmm, all of this feels as supple and strong as I hoped. Such a sturdy treasure I’ve found.”
“Jesus.” Duck gasps as Indrid nuzzles the base of his neck.
“A perfect treasure, sitting on the shore with no one to look after him.”
“Indrid.” His dick twitches in his trunks as the mer curves around to meet his eyes. 
“Yes?”
“Will you keep talkin like that?” 
Indrid loops his arms around Duck’s neck, “So polite. Perhaps I shall take my treasure back with me, keep you as I would a spoiled pet. Caress this wonderful body, see the most handsome face above or beneath the water whenever my heart desires.”
“Nnngh.” Duck whimpers, wrapping his arms around Indrids waist and hiding his blush in the crook of his neck, “M’not worth that kinda talk.”
“On the contrary, you are worth more than all the wealth of Atlantis, my treasure.”
Duck makes weak sounds of protest, the cruel words of the morning and his own mind drowned by Indid’s whispers. The merman is smiling at him in a way no one ever does; like he’s seeing Duck with all his flaws, fears, and hopes laid bare and wants to keep looking instead of turning away.
“You deserve so much more than this day gave you. Will you let me offer something better?”
Duck nods, raises his head, “c-can I kiss you first?”
Indrid dips his head down. His saltwater kisses wash away the miserable day, replace it with curious lips mapping his own. A low, soft hum emanates from Indrid as cool scales stroke his legs. The tail starts low, petting his calves, but as the kiss intensifies it drags up to his thighs, flicking and teasing his crotch. 
“Fuck.” He’s groaning, bucking his hips in search of more as the mer smiles, indulgent and wicked. The next tailstroke is drawn-out, undulating across his folds and rubbing his dick. 
“Does that feel good, pet?” Indrid pecks his cheek.
“Don’t those visions show you the answer?” He tries for casual, even cocky, and it comes out as a gasp instead as the tail grinds side to side.
“Yes, but answers can change. I want to do as you wish, treasured one, not as my foresight tells me.”
“It feels so fuckin good, sugarAHfuck, ahnnnyeah, hell yeah.” He squirms as the tail thrusts, the tip bumping his ass when Indrid angles it for a better pressure. Then the mer stops.
“Remove these, sweet one.” He snaps his waistband, “I want to feel my perfect human slick and warm against me.”
Duck braces on a nearby rock to pull the trunks off, having only time to set them out of tide range before the mer slithers around him once more. The alien texture of the scales sets him moaning, his hips pumping erratically in hopes it might envelope his cock entirely. All he manages is a rhythm that brings him out of sync with Indrid. Panic circles his stomach at the possibility that this will be yet another part of the day that goes haywire. 
“You needn’t work so hard, my treasure.” Indrid coos, “plant your feet on the ground. I will take care of the rest.”
The ranger does as he’s told, Indrid wriggling so Duck is straddling him a few inches from the start of his tail. Satisfied with their positions, the mer cups his ass with an appreciative “ooh,” then uses it to force Duck up and down the colorful ripples of his tail. 
“Fuck, fuck, that’s so much better darlin, thank you, fuck, keep doin’ that and your human will do whatever the fuck you want ‘im to.”
“I want him to enjoy himself.”  Indrid kisses each of Ducks arms when they drape over his shoulders.
“Mission fuckin accomplishedfuck, god I wanna feel you on every fuckin inch of me, wanna kiss this fuckin stunnin face of yours until the sun comes back up, wanna--uh, Indrid, what the fuck is that?” A slit is opening in the upper part of his tail and something of considerable size is emerging from it. 
Indrid smirks, “Do you think you’re the only one getting off on this, pet?”
“Oh holy fuck” Duck goggles at the “was not expectin’ there to be two.”  He slides a hand between their bodies, runs his thumb from the head of one cock down to the base where it joins the second one in the world's most obscene “V.” Indrid trills, thrashes his tail when Duck treats the other side the same way. 
“ThaAAAaat’s wonderful but, but you needn’t do it on my account. I c-can attend to it once you are satisfied.”
Duck circles one shaft with his hand, gives it a firm, determined stroke, “Sugar, I won’t be satisfied until you’re as fucked out as I am.”
“Oh” the mer looks surprised, “in, in most futures you were too perplexed by them to want such a thing, goodNESSgracious oh, oh Duck, that’s exquisite.” He fucks the human up and down his tail in earnest, “I should have known it would be, you’re so talented my pet, so thoughtful AHgods below and above the next time I am going to spread you on the nearest patch of sand and take you in whichever way you choose, make my perfect pet go mad with pleasure.”
“Dunno, might make you use that sweet-talkin mouth on my dick instead of lettin you fuck me.”
“You say that as if it is a bad thing and not a delicious outcomeoohhh” the mer rolls his hips in time with Duck’s, “that’s it sweet one, right at the base between them yes, yesyesyes” cum spurts into the darkening water. Duck releases his hold, only to be dragged back and forth so roughly he grabs Indrid’s hips for dear life. 
“Fuck, right there sugar, lemme rub off on you like that, yeah, fuck, fuckme that’s so fucking good ohfuck, Indrid, ‘Drid!” He cums, heat shooting through him so intensely it’s amazing the water doesn’t boil. He clings to Indrid like an anemone to rock, pressing breathless kisses into his neck.
 When he looks up, his hiding spot is coming closer, Indrid swimming them there with ease. The merman retrieves his swim trunks from where they were cast away, presents them to him with a flourish.  Duck laughs, pulling them on before pulling a towel from his little reusable bag. 
“Don’t know about you, but I feel a hell of a lot better.” Duck lays down on the fabric, rock beneath it still warm from the sun. 
“I was alright to begin with, but I take your point. That was wonderful. And I am glad I could make you feel better.”
There it is again, that smile that makes Duck feel more seen than he has in months. 
“Don’t suppose you’d be up for makin me feel better tomorrow too? Not that I hope it’s as shitty as today, more that I get the sense seein’ you will make me feel better even if I already feel pretty damn good.”
Indrid raises up enough to kiss Duck once, tenderly, on the lips, “I would like nothing better, my treasure.”
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fantasticfangirl21 · 3 months ago
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Shimmer in the Sea: Chapter 2
Everyone in this fanfic is a merman/woman Roman is 17 Virgil is also 17 Roman can activate camouflage because e is from a royal bloodline I’m working on character sketches Humans in this universe are seen as myth because all human artifacts are kept hidden to prevent panic The boarder between the kingdom and the outside targets any VISABLE people in or out, hence Roman can get through The boarder also makes the kingdom invisible to anyone outside it who does not have magic I figured I would post both of these today because they are a bit of a package deal to understand some things going on and meet some main characters Senpai is what Virgil called his master who is master is will be revieled later Feel free to leave comments questions and suggestions!!
Chapter 2 Virgil- 1293 I swim out of the cave quickly. Senpai has been asleep for a while and I wanted to wake up early to get some practice before working with her this afternoon. Just as I am about to round the corner I hear something, it's stifled quickly and I turn quickly around to look for the source, I wait for a few seconds looking before I turn back around to continue. Now my anxiety’s up, but it's nothing I'm not used to, I tend to hear things in the ocean whenever I'm by myself. I try to convince myself that I'm just hearing things… but I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched. After a bit of swimming in the quiet morning hours I stop. I raise my hand slightly and mutter an incantation, the water sparkles as I dissolve the cloaking spell on the underwater plane crash site. I look around again, still feeling uncomfortably watched, I scan the area carefully, not seeing anything. I swim into the plane through a hole in the back where the tail wings should be. The planes mostly cleared out and many of the seats are gone, after finding this plane I cleared them with a disappearance spell along with the bones and such. I move to the box I keep in here and sift through it taking out my favorite human item, I refer to it as my ‘siren box’ but Senpai told me it's a ‘phone’ I place the ear pieces over my ears and press start. I listen as the drums kick in playing through the headphones, according to the small touch screen box this is called My Chemical Romance, they're my favorite band. Senpai noticed my interest in human items and culture, so she tells me the names of the things I bring back home with me. I take a deep breath and pull some of my human items out of another box, in order to use them I typically have to waterproof them with a spell and then renew them with another spell. The spells aren't difficult to cast but there's so many items that I've gathered, so I have to do them a few at a time each morning. I take out another hoodie, waterproofing it before renewing it, my magic causes a blanket of purple to wash over the item, then it sparkles for a bit and turns back to its original colors. I do the same thing to a computer, another pair of headphones and some kind of jewelry, it looks small enough to go around your wrist, it's small and skinny made of leather I think, woven together with a magnetic clasp on the end. I clip it on to my wrist after fixing it with a smile. I feel satisfied with my human items of the day and glance at my reflection in one of the plane windows across from me, I touch under my eye gently noticing my dark magic usage circles are already forming. I frown slightly at it and stand up swimming up to the window to see my reflection clearer, my eyes must have already been dark, I didn't sleep all that well last night… another nightmare. I turn and move away taking my hoodie off so that I can practice my swordsmanship, I toss the hoodie to the side and take my sword from where it hangs on the wall unsheathing it. I set the scabbard off to the side and toss my sword up in the water before catching it, the sleek black blade fitting perfectly in my hand. The hilt is silver with a few black stripes snaking their way around it, small purple amethyst gems stud the onyx stripes on the hilt. I have some unbreakable and sharp enchantments on it and I used magic to design it to my liking. I move through some sword skills I was taught with it for a while, I'm not sure how long it's been but it's now light outside and I feel more tired than I was before. My sweat mixes into the already salty water as I sheath my sword and pull my hoodie back on before putting my scabbard on my back. I leave my headphones on as I gather my human items for the day and place them in the hoodie pocket before swimming back out of the plane. On the outside I recast the concealment spell and start to swim back to the caves, in my tired daze I didn't even notice that I nicked myself with my sword when sheithing it. While swimming my spine chills like something behind me and I stop and stiffen my headphones off my ears carefully placing them around my neck before drawing my sword turning around in one fluid motion. My steely confidant gaze meets the bleak hungry ones of a shark. My blood goes cold. I whisper a protection spell on instinct before my lungs tighten and make it hard to breathe. My sword falls from my hand as I freeze shaking and hyperventilating in the water, eyes closed as my paralyzing fear of sharks takes over. I should have been more careful. What was I thinking! I should have checked to make sure I wasn't hurt. I shouldn't have trained with my sword today. I shouldn't have swam out alone.
My breathing progressively gets worse along with the ringing in my ears as I wait for the shark attack… that doesn't come. I don't dare open my eyes in fear that they are merely toying with me. Something touches my shoulder and I flinch away hard, I hear them yelp in pain and absentmindedly think that my protection spell worked. Then I realize sharks don't yelp. I open my eyes timidly, my head is still tucked down so I see their tale first, a brilliant crimson red flecked with sparkling gold. The tale has a few white marks that almost look like shark bites on it along with a white stripe down the tailfin. My breath, that was just starting to even out, catches again but this time for a different reason. I trail my eyes up the tail in shock meeting the face that goes with it and confirming my suspicions. I meet his brilliant gold eyes with a quiet gasp of surprise.
 “R-roman…?” The question escapes me before I have time to catch it. I wave my hand and the protection spell falls, my breathing light and airy. I swim closer to him slowly, my eyes scanning his features. He's tall, somewhere around seven feet, he's wearing a nightshirt seemingly, the little gold crowns against the red fabric rippling in the water. His eyes are still the same deep gold that they've always been though the childish gleam in them that I had grown used to is gone. His copper bronze hair is styled nearly perfectly to the side yet still shows that he recently got out of bed. His red scales sparkle as he shifts some, “Roman!” I repeat his name louder this time in surprise and happiness before hugging him. “I-I thought… I thought you were dead… Wait- oh or I'm dead.” I say anxiously separating from him again. I look at his eyes once more and confusion clouds his features, he didn't return the hug either. “How do you know my n- why do I recognize you?” He asks in confusion watching me as I float in front of him, my eyebrows draw themselves together matching his confusion. He doesn't remember me…? That's when I notice my sword in his hand and the shark is dead on the ground behind him… bleeding. Questions can wait we need to get out of here.
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cerucleandaimond · 3 months ago
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In light of recent events, yknow with all the Artemises.
I present to you Merman Artemis. This took longer than it should have cuz I was feeling off the whole day and I still am today but I really wanted to finish it and I did.
I made him look as dramatic as he could cyz he deserves it. It's also my first time drawing Artemis at all so please be gentle.
Reblogs help loads
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thepallas · 4 months ago
I'm also really happy that talking about your boy is making you so so happy! It makes me smile if I can place a smile in your face during those times ♥ ! ! ... & today I bring you an 'Alternative Pallas' some sort of idea >v<: Have you ever think of him on different character types of Runeterra? Like, if he wasn't a Demon, but a Vastayan, Noxian Warrior, Demacian Soldier, Ionian Mage, etc? How do you picture he would be? ♥ Best Happy Wishes, your Secret Santa ~ ♫
So, late response from me, haha. Hello Santa!! ^^
I do have several AUs, but none of them make him from different factions! :o I’ve actually never even thought of that! Or no maybe I’m lying. 
Now that I’m thinking about it I kinda have a couple examples, tho I dunno how much they fit to your examples.
The closest one probably would be a reverse au with mew and my Varus, where Varus is a demon and Pallas is an Arclight. We never really wrote it, but I tried imagine him like a complete opposite from who he is now. He would’ve been a warrior with angel blood, who has trained his whole life to hunt demons and was sent to Runeterra on some kind of a mission. He’d be quiet and very reserved, lawful soldier type of person. Also very inexperienced in many ways (cause he didn’t have much contact outside of the angels, the elders and other arclights who he trained with). So he’s be rather lost in different social situations, and especially when it comes to romance and stuff :P He’d be more book smart than street smart. He’s have issues adapting to the human world too, which would be probably the biggest similarity to original Pallas too (cause he has issues after breaking free). But yea, would be interesting to explore it somehow.
Also at some point I tried to imagine what would’ve happened if Noxian soldiers did succeed and take Pallas to themselves. But it’s not really a change for who Pallas is, just a different situation, I suppose.
Other aus that I have that mayyybe would count is the one where he’s a human tribe leader. His tribe is traditionally protected by demons, so there are rituals where he has to get possessed for some time and so on to maintain the deal. I love his look and aesthetic that I’ve imagined for that au. I must draw it some time :thonk:. Or another one would be a merman!au I guess? :D but I dunno these two, along with modern and many other aus are not set in Runeterra, so they don’t really count, do they?
Looking at your message, now I’m wondering what he would be like as a Vastayan :D As an absolute wolf lover, ofc I’d love him to be some kind of a human/wolf mix. However, I don’t want it to be like a basic werewolf look, neither simple smexy man with wolf ears and a tail xD I hmm, I dunno. Some kind of a serpent would fit him too. Basically male Cassiopeia :v Damn, black scales that reflect in purple would look gorgeous though. Again, I want to draw that “>> He could squeeze people’s bones like Cass in the spirit blossom event ahahah xD
Look at how inspiring you are Santa!!!
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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 4 months ago
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Christmas With Captain Swan: Day 3: The Twelve Sweaters of Christmas
A series of (mostly) fluffy Captain Swan Christmas one-shots to warm your heart as 2020 finally, FINALLY draws to a close.  Includes both canon divergences and AUs.
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Other chapters: 1 2  4 5 6 
Tagging a few people who may be interested: @sailormew4​ @annaamell​ @flslp87​ @emmateo26​ @bethacaciakay​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @effulgentcolors​, @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @kat2609​ @brooke-to-broch​ @missgymgirl​ @galadriel26​ @the-lady-of-misthaven​ @charmingturkeysandwich​ @jennjenn615​ @laschatzi​ @kimmy46​ @snowbellewells​ @iamanneenigma​ @daxx04​ @nickillian​ @a-rose-for-a-savior​ @in-spirational​ @gillie​  @britishguyslover​ @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst​ @kmomof4​  @linda8084​ @golfgirld​ @captain-swan-coffee​ @searchingwardrobes​ @hollyethecurious​ @laughswaytoomuch​ @deathbycaptainswan​ @allyourdarlingswans​ @killiarious​ @winterbaby89​ @facesiousbutton82​ @therooksshiningknight​, @lfh1226-linda​​ @tiganasummertree​ @jrob64
CS Genre: AU
Killian Jones neatly folded what felt like the one-hundredth sweater today, and stacked it on top of the pile.  He prided himself on running a clean, neat, ship-shape establishment, and he hated when his clothing went askew.
Of course, given the fact that it was twelve days before Christmas, keeping things neat and tidy was a constant battle.
Killian never would have believed he’d find himself here.  He’d had a promising career in front of him.  He’d joined the Navy fresh out of high school, determined to follow in his older brother Liam’s footsteps.  Liam had been his hero, he’d been brother and father and best friend to him after their mother died and their father abandoned them.  
If only he hadn’t had to be a hero to everyone else.  When Killian was seventeen, Liam had perished at sea after a terrible storm.  He’d sacrificed his own life, saving seven of his crewmates before finally succumbing to the ocean’s fury.
After several months of aching grief, Killian had decided to live a life to make his brother proud.  He’d decided to go into the Navy himself.  He’d been a natural, taking to the water like a merman, never more content, never feeling closer to Liam than when he was out on the water.  Things were looking up.
Unfortunately, tragedies rarely come on their own.  When it rains it pours, and all that.  Two years into his naval career, Killian got into a catastrophic automobile accident.  Not only had he lost his love, his Milah, he’d also lost his hand.
And so he’d found himself alone, his promising career down the drain and with no idea what he was to do with his life.
Killian took a deep breath as he picked up yet another sweater to fold.  Such dark thoughts had no place on this beautiful, snowy day, less than a fortnight before Christmas.  Suffice it to say, after spiralling for a time, Killian had picked himself up and started on a new venture:
Revenge
He’d come across the clothing store quite by accident.  He’d been passing through the small, sea-side village of Storybrooke, Maine one day, and just happened to step into the store.  It was intriguing; had something of an edgy, pirate theme to it.  It was run by an eccentric man named Edward Teach, who went by the moniker “Blackbeard”, no doubt due to the bushy mass of facial hair he sported.
Something about the store spoke to him, excited him in a way nothing had in months.  Perhaps he could run an establishment such as this, combine a theme he was passionate about with goods people needed, and voila!  The perfect business venture.
He hadn’t been in the store ten minutes before he’d made a promise to himself: Revenge is going to be mine.
It almost felt like fate the way everything worked out after that.  As it happened, “Blackbeard” was looking to retire.  Within a month, Killian had used the last of his inheritance from Liam to purchase Revenge and make it his own.
Nearly ten years later it was still going strong.  He’d even managed to expand, turn it from something thoroughly niche into something more mainstream--while still maintaining it’s edge and it’s roots.
Revenge was Killian’s baby, and he was incredibly proud of it, and never more so than at Christmas.  He prided himself on having everything the discerning Storybrooke customer could want for their holiday clothing needs.
The bell over the door sounded, and Killian looked up to see an angel with soft waves of sun-gold hair, tight jeans and a red leather jacket walking purposely toward him.
More like stomping toward him.  The way her green eyes glittered dangerously as she approached proved that she was quite the angry angel.
She was utterly magnificent.
“Lost a bet,” she said curtly.  “Point me in the direction of your ugliest Christmas sweaters.”
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Emma Swan should have known better than to make a bet against Ruby, particularly about something outrageous, and if there was anything Ruby’s clothing choice today was, it was outrageous.
Emma liked Christmas--within reason.  Who didn’t like time off and peace on earth and all the holiday goodies you could eat?
But there was nothing reasonable about the sweater Ruby had chosen to wear for her shift at the diner this morning.
Emma groaned as her roommate sashayed out of her bedroom into the shared living room of their apartment..
“Ruby, it’s too early for this,” she groused.  “You look like Christmas threw all over you.”
Ruby poured herself a mug of coffee, and then sat opposite Emma on the couch.  “Hey don’t knock it.  Everybody loves a good ugly Christmas sweater.”
“More like loves to hate it,” Emma muttered.
A sudden gleam came into Ruby’s eye.  That really should have been Emma’s first clue to turn and run.  Nothing good ever came of Ruby looking at her like that.
“Wanna make a friendly wager on that?” Ruby asked.
“A wager on how many people will hate your clothing choices?”
Ruby rolled her eyes.  “The opposite.  I bet you I get more compliments today wearing this sweater than I’d get on any other day.”
“How would we even quantify that?” Emma asked.  “You usually keep count of the compliments you get?”
“Fine,” Ruby conceded.  “How about this: Come into Granny’s on your lunch break and sit in my section.  I bet you I get a genuine compliment on my sweater during your meal--totally unprompted too.”
Emma considered it.  “What are the stakes?”
Ruby thought for a minute and then smiled.  It was not a reassuring sight.  “You win, and I clean the apartment for a month.  But if I win….if I win, you have to wear an ‘ugly’ Christmas sweater every day until Christmas.”
Emma didn’t even take a moment to consider it.  Getting out of cleaning for an entire month?  So worth this bet, and it wasn’t like she was going to lose anyway.
“You’re on.”
Later that day when Emma and her partner, Sheriff Graham Humbert, stopped by the diner for lunch, they hadn’t been seated for five minutes before Emma realized she’d made a profound mistake.
“Hey guys!” Ruby smiled at them as she reached their table and pulled out her pencil and pad of paper.  “How’s your day going?  It’s been crazy around here this morning!”
“Pretty quiet at the sheriff’s station,” Graham said, smiling as he looked her over.  “That’s quite a sweater you’re wearing today, Ruby.  Very festive; I like it!”
Emma groaned as Ruby shot her a triumphant look.  Rookie mistake.  She should have known better than to bring Graham with her to lunch.  It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Graham had been more than half in love with Ruby for years.  She should have brought someone like Leroy to lunch.  She doubted that man had ever complimented anyone in his life.
But Emma was a woman of her word.  She’d lost the bet fair and square, and pay up she would.
Which is why she currently found herself talking to the owner and proprietor of Revenge.  
“Lost a bet,” she said curtly.  “Point me in the direction of your ugliest Christmas sweaters.”
The man behind the desk--Killian, his name tag said--grinned at her.  “Love, I’d wager the term ugly could never be applied to you no matter what you wear or don’t wear.”
Emma rolled her eyes.  The guy was hot, she’d give him that--with his artfully messy black hair, piercing blue eyes and reddish scruff.  And all the leather.  It really should be illegal for a man to wear that much leather and to wear it so well.  Still, Emma was in no mood for being hit on--handsome man or no.
“You’re hilarious,” she said dead pan.  “Now about those sweaters…”
He grinned again and then winked.  Actually winked.  “Hilarious?” he asked, stepping around the corner and gesturing for her to follow him.  “I prefer dashing rapscallion, scoundrel.”
Her stomach did not swoop at the way he almost growled that last word.  It didn’t!  
The fact that she was totally lying to herself annoyed her more than every aspect of this ridiculous bet.  “How about you be ‘shop owner who does his job and points the customer in the right direction’?  Think you could manage that?”
The rest of Emma’s shopping experience went without a hitch.  She grabbed the plainest Christmas sweater she could find--a simple powder blue v-neck covered tastefully with snowflakes. 
Maybe Ruby would take pity on her and call her bet paid off if she wore this thing.
Probably not, but one never knew.  It was the season of miracles, after all.
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The next morning, Killian opened the store as usual, taking a moment to be sure everything was ship-shape before unlocking the doors and turning the sign in the window to read “open”.  He glanced over at his “ugly Christmas sweater” display and smiled wistfully to himself.
He’d spent a fair amount of the evening thinking about her, Emma Swan, her credit card had proclaimed.  She was beautiful, aye, but there was more to it than that.  Though their interaction had scarcely lasted a quarter of an hour, though their conversation had been relegated to Christmas sweaters and the bet that had forced her to purchase one, he had the strangest sense that they were the same deep down, that they were kindred souls.
He was utterly captivated by her.
Killian sighed as he turned on the cash register and checked his supply of cash in preparation for what would likely be another busy day.    It was the first time he’d had any meaningful glimmer of interest in a woman since Milah’s death, and he was surprised at how nervous it had made him to interact with her.  For probably the thousandth time since yesterday afternoon he mentally kicked himself for not getting her number. 
A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets.  Liam had told him that five hundred times if he’d told him once.  
Well, there was no sense dwelling on it now.  Emma Swan had walked out of his life when she walked out of his store, and there was no changing that.
Or so he thought.
Not a quarter of an hour after opening his doors, who should arrive, charging forth in all her wrathful glory than the lovely Miss Swan herself?
Killian grinned at her teasingly.  “Back again, love?  Couldn’t resist my dashing self, is it?”
She rolled her eyes.  “You wish.”
He did.  He really, really did.
“Well, Swan, what can I help you with this lovely morning?” he asked.
She looked surprised.  “You remember my name?”
Killian chuckled and scratched behind his ear.  “I never forget a face, and yours, love, is exceptionally beautiful.”
“Not your love,” she said, but Killian took note of the way her cheeks reddened at the simple endearment.  “Anyway, I’m not here to flirt.  I’m here for another sweater.”
“Another Christmas sweater?”
“Yeah,” she said with a sigh.  “Apparently that blue one with the snowflakes I bought yesterday won’t fulfill my bet.  Ruby told me it barely even fit the category.  Got anything uglier for me?”
“You, darling are in luck,” Killian said.  “Revenge just so happens to stock some of the ugliest ugly Christmas sweaters in the state.”
Today, after a fair bit more banter and pleasant small talk, she’d decided on a red, woolen zip-up cardigan.  Featured prominently on the sweater were several applique snowmen playing musical instruments.  It was...it was quite something.
“This is actually kind of perfect,” Emma said, trying it on and looking herself up and down in the floor length mirrored column next to the sweater display.  “Definitely fits the category, plus it’s a cardigan.  I can take it off after I’ve shown Ruby I actually wore it.  I’ll just say I’m too hot or something.”
He grinned teasingly at her and wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner.  “You certainly are, love.”
She laughed at that before removing the sweater and setting it on the counter to be rung up.  “Do those exaggerated lines actually work on anyone?”
“You’d be surprised,” he answered.  “At any rate, they seem to have served their purpose today.  You seem to be leaving my establishment in better spirits than you entered it.”
She smiled.  “I guess I am.  Thanks, Killian.”
He inclined his head.  “A lady in distress needs my assistance, and her wish is my command.”
She laughed again.  “Alright, well I have to get to work.”
He rang her up and wished her a good day.  Just before she stepped out the door, he called out to her again.  She turned toward him.
“Any chance I might see you again?” he asked, feeling like a tongue-tied young lad with the lass he fancied.
“With Ruby being the way she is,” Emma said, “probably a really good chance I’ll be back.”
And so she had.  She returned the next day, settling on a sweater bearing the visage of The Grinch, the day after, choosing one that depicted all twelve gifts from the famous song, the one after that in her own, colorful words, looked like Christmas exploded in woolen form.
Each day their conversations lasted longer, and each day he fell a little bit more for the lovely Miss Swan.  He came to look forward to her visits every day with eager anticipation, mentally thanking whatever brilliant soul invented the “ugly  Christmas sweater”.
On the fifth day, Killian managed to unearth a gem of such glittering ugliness and ostentation, he felt the need to pat himself on the back.
“Yep, that’s certainly a disaster,” Emma said grinning at the garment covered in a large Christmas tree, filled with ornaments and a banner along the bottom that read MERRY CHRISTMAS! In huge letters.
“Oh, but love, you haven’t even seen the best part,” Killian announced.  “This particular sweater comes with a battery pack.”
She shot him a disbelieving look.  “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what exactly does the battery pack do.”
Instead of answering, he turned the device on.  LED lights flashed in every tiny ornament on the sweater, and the MERRY CHRISTMAS! nearly had a strobe light effect.
Emma groaned before dissolving into laughter.  “This is it.  This is the ugly Christmas sweater of all ugly Christmas sweaters.  If this doesn’t satisfy Ruby, I admit defeat.”
Killian watched her go that day with more than a little melancholy.  What if that was the sweater that would do the trick?  What if she didn’t return again?
He needn’t have worried.  Emma Swan showed up at his door bright and early the next morning.
His heart leapt at the sight of her.  He’d fallen hard and fast for this woman, and he saw no likelihood that would change any time soon.
“What? Even the monstrosity with the flickering lights didn’t satisfy the demanding Miss Lucas?” Killian asked by way of greeting.
Emma laughed.  “Oh it did,” Emma assured.  “I think I actually managed to render her speechless with that one.  It’s just...well my bet was for a different sweater every day until Christmas, and I’m a woman of my word.”
And for that he was profoundly grateful.
So it continued.  Each day she came in, each day she bought a sweater, and each day he fell a little bit more in love with her.
When Christmas Eve arrived, Killian noticed a change in Emma’s demeanor almost instantly.  She looked...uncomfortable.
“Is something the matter Love?” he asked, brow furrowed.
“No,” she said, drawing out the syllable, “It’s just..well...I’m here to ask you out.”
Killian choked on the sip of coffee he’d just injudiciously taken.  “Pardon?”
“Okay, first I have a little confession to make,” Emma said.  “Remember that ridiculous sweater with the battery pack around day five or six?”
“Aye,” he said carefully.
“Well, after I wore that, Ruby actually released me from my bet,” she said, looking bashful.  “She told me I’d fulfilled the spirit of it or something like that.”
Killian felt the smile creeping over his face.  “And yet you continued coming in and making your purchases every day.  Whatever for, darling?”
She tried to look stern.  “Look, don’t make a bigger deal of it than it is, but, I don’t know.  I kind of enjoyed our daily shopping sessions and conversations and all of that.”
His smile grew.  “You enjoy my company!”
“Don’t let it go to that over-inflated ego of yours.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, making a cross-my-heart motion over his chest.  “And for the record, I have greatly enjoyed our little...retail dalliances...quite a bit as well.  Now what was that about asking me out?”
She suddenly looked bashful again. “So the sheriff’s department is throwing this Christmas bash and ugly sweater contest tonight, and I was hoping maybe you’d...I mean, I know it’s Christmas Eve, and people want to spend it with family, and I totally get it if you’re not interested or it’s not your thing or whatever, and don’t feel obligated, but I just thought--”
Killian leaned across the counter and kissed her.  “Swan, I would like nothing better than to accompany you to your party.  Just tell me when and where.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ruby watched Emma walk into the diner hand in hand with Killian Jones later that evening.  She smiled broadly, reaching over to slap Graham’s arm as he sat beside her.
“Ow!” Graham groused.  “What was that for?”
“Look!” Ruby said.  “It worked!  I told you it would work!”
Graham obediently followed her directions and then grinned.  “I can’t believe you talked me into helping you rig that bet just to play matchmaker!”
“I told you!” she said again.  “Didn’t I tell you?  I knew Killian would be perfect for Emma.  She just needed a little push.”
“That she did,” Graham said with a laugh.  “Remind me to never doubt you again.”
They watched for a moment as Emma looped her arms around Killian’s neck and the two began swaying gently to the music that was playing.
Who would have known that an ugly Christmas sweater would lead to what was sure to become a romance for the ages?
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Alterations made to ending in order to make it flow more naturally and be more satisfying for the reader, grammar and spelling checked and adjusted when necessary. 
To work on for next draft:
- Ensure timing throughout the story is accurate and even (maybe delete some of opening section to allow for a longer ending)
- Continue work on ending - still doesn’t fit right
- Add more references to the selkie mythology throughout 
- Add more dialogue between the sisters to show their relationship more clearly 
My alarm goes off at five fifteen.
The house is always freezing in the morning because we can’t seem to get the stupid timed heater to work, so I normally end up pulling on about five layers before I eventually get up the courage to stagger out of bed. Our My bedroom is up in the attic, so I also have to climb down a ladder before I’ve gained any sort of co-ordination in the morning, which has led to me falling on my face more times than I’d like to remember. It isn’t a problem though; I’ve yet to break a bone. I wouldn’t trade sleeping in that attic room for every bruise I’ve got falling down the ladder. It feels like a little secret nest, hidden above the rest of the house, and you can climb out of the front window and onto the flat stretch of roof at the front. The sea looks beautiful from up there.
When I finally manage to make it downstairs, I make coffee (black, I’m not American, I don’t need fifteen sugars) and let Minnie out of the kitchen. She’s so old and so loyal that I’m certain we don’t need to keep her cooped up like that at night, but dad insists that we do. He double checks the back door for foxes every night, triple locks the front. We’ve never had a dog run away before now, I don’t see why it would be the ancient precious collie that finally made a break for it. Minnie loves us all in that wonderful unconditional dog way, but its more than that. She’s a part of the family and she’s very aware of it.
Its possible dad may have some remaining trust issues from you-know-who. I do my best not to think about it.
Minnie and I tend to eat breakfast together, because dad won’t be up for a little while, and its nice to have companionship. I don’t really like eating breakfast, especially this early, but it’s a necessary evil if I’m going to have any sort of luck at surfing when I finally get down to the beach. I’ve tried surfing on an empty stomach and you just end up feeling defeated, which is not the sort of thing I need before a day of manning the shop and café. When it reaches six fifteen, I scoop Minnie into my arms, give her a quick kiss on the top of her forehead and send her in to wake dad. He’s always delighted to see her, no matter what kind of shitty night he’s had, and he yells a greeting through the door for me.
Next, I grab my board and my bag, tossing the dishes from breakfast into the sink as I go, then make my way out of the door. The world is so quiet at this time, especially in the winter months when there are no groups of tourists. It feels like I’m the only person here, like
There’s this huge painting of a selkie woman on one of the crumbling down walls near the cove. The colours are faded and chipped away, but she’s still recognisable, rising from the sea like some sort of ancient spirit. It’s definitely one of the more well-intentioned ones; she has nice brown eyes and a sort of melancholy expression, and there’s no innocently falling-down sealskin to make her seem “sexy” for some reason. Everyone always seems to draw selkies with their tits out somehow, as if you can sexualise a seal. They’re just big round blobs of cute. I never turn into a half seal, half stereotypically attractive woman with one boob peeking out around the skin. It’s unrealistic and sexist. Frankly, it’s a little disturbing.
I probably should have mentioned the selkie thing before now.
It’s a weird sort of thing to put into words. It’s always been a part of my life, but not a part that I’m allowed to share, so I don’t have any practise in putting it into words. When I was a kid, I assumed that everyone had clandestine sealskins that they weren’t allowed to show anybody, and that we were all just really good at keeping secrets. I only learned the truth when I was eleven, and I slipped up and made a joke to Brannok. She didn’t laugh, just looked at me curiously, her big brown eyes all serious. I never talked about it again, and Brannok never mentioned it, but I can still remember how it felt, to feel like I wasn’t alone and then to be reminded so suddenly and completely that that wasn’t the case.
Day Tremayne is the only other person outside my family who knows about my sealskin. I don’t trust a lot of people with a secret like that, but Day is different. He’s lying on the edge of the surf when I jog down – he’s so bold with it at this time of morning. Not many people know about this cove, but I do worry that someone will wander down in the early morning or stay overnight and get a sudden glimpse of Day and his tail. He doesn’t have the luxury of hiding it sometimes like me, but I don’t think he’d like being able to shed it. He’s much happier than most people I meet in this village, able to swim off at a moment’s notice, spending his days chasing the tide or hunting for pearls. He doesn’t like the term “Merman” because he thinks it’s too gendered. We eventually settled on “Mer” as a sort of compromise, but he still doesn’t love it. Day’s one of those people who doesn’t place a lot of stock in language or words, and he has no patience for those who do. I like to joke that it’s a fish thing.
“Caja!”
I wave my arms over my head as I run towards him, the wind tugging at my hair.
“You’re out early! What if someone had seen you?”
He grins up at me, water dripping from his hair.
“You’ve got to learn to live a little, Angove. We wouldn’t be given gifts like these if they weren’t meant to be enjoyed.”
He gives my bag a pointed look.
“Will you be joining me, or will my company be more… aquatic?”
I take a quick scan of the beach. The sand is clear, I can see all the way across to the town, and there’s no sign of anyone coming down the path.
The sea is so wide and inviting. I haven’t had a proper swim in months. Being human means you just dabble along the surface.
Day’s already smiling when I turn back to him. He knows. I scoop up a handful of seawater and throw it at him.
“Stop being smug!”
He laughs as I unzip my bag, rummaging in the bottom to find the hidden compartment that I hide my sealskin in. It’s like warm velvet against my fingertips.
I wrap myself in sealskin, and the world shifts and grows and shrinks until I’m-
The ocean swallows me and I am whole. Water. Shifting around me; push and pull. Swoop down and brush the seabed. Flip up and taste the air. Let yourself fly, let yourself weave in and out of the weeds and the fish and the sunlight.
Crest the wave.
Breathe.
I surface out of the sea in a mass of limbs that are suddenly too long for my body, in a body that doesn’t quite feel like my own, the sealskin gently unspooling from me. Quickly I gather it in my hand, pulling it out of the waves and away from the sand. Day appears next to me in a burst of seawater, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
“That was great! I feel like we haven’t done this in ages.”
It’s a beautiful feeling; I’m not tired per se, but my body has the distant ache of a good morning of exercise, and the buzz of adrenaline that comes from open swimming in deep water. My watch says its been about an hour and a half since I changed, but this morning already feels like its drifting away, growing a little fuzzy around the edges. Whenever I wear the sealskin it makes me feel like nothing else matters, like the time I spend as a seal is all-consuming compared to the dull hours I put in at work. Human eyes don’t see the same kind of beauty that seal eyes do.
My phone buzzes, and I look over at it without thinking, without remembering.
abt an hour out! c u soon! Exx
Elowen’s back today. How could I have forgotten that? It’s not like I have anything more important to be doing today. Every day’s the same in the village; I wake up, I meet Day for surfing, I work at the bookshop in the morning and the café in the afternoon. It’s not like I don’t want to remember her coming back. It isn’t like I haven’t missed her. I suppose I didn’t really believe that she would. When people leave my life they tend to stay gone.
“Having a twin is the best. It’s like having a best friend already built in.”
Elowen and I were so close when we were kids. I used to feel like she was my other half, like she was filling in the gaps of the person that I was and making me better
“I don’t understand why you have to go so far. It isn’t like there aren’t science jobs out here.”
She was always cleverer than me, at least in an academic sense. People like to talk about the different types of intelligence like being attuned to people’s emotions is an actual skill you’ll be able to use in the world beyond making people like you. Sure, I’m emotionally intelligent. It isn’t going to give me a job beyond working at my father’s old bookshop. I didn’t stick around for much of school. It didn’t seem to have much of a point beyond making me miserable for a piece of paper which would only confirm how unsuited I am to the corporate world of work. Elowen loved school though. She was great at it, so of course she wanted to keep going. And there isn’t a lot of scientific research work available in a small place like Zennor.  
“She didn’t have to leave us though, did she?”
“She didn’t have a choice!”
I don’t really remember my mother. She only stuck around long enough to push out two babies and leave my father with a crippled sense of self and emotional issues and the burden of being a single father with a self-owned business.
“You’re leaving dad just like she did!”
Sometimes I think my mouth is too big for me. I say things like that and there’s no taking them back. I don’t really think was Elowen did is comparable to what our mum did. She didn’t want to leave us, she just felt like it was what she needed to do to keep fitting in. Elowen’s had a plan for her life ever since she realised that we weren’t normal, and anything that deviates from the plan is something she isn’t allowed to follow.
I just stand there stupidly as they hug, and then Elowen turns to face me, beaming. Her hair is shorter, neatly trimmed so it hangs just below her shoulders, and she’s wearing eyeliner. I never could figure out how to do the wings, even though she offered to teach me. Elowen always looks freakishly normal, ever since she was small, she’s managed to hit the perfect note between stylish and boring. I remember watching her plan her outfits. Working from pictures of her classmates, different styles cherrypicked from the kids that no one bothered, no one questioned. She tends to take a more serious approach to fitting in than I do.
“Caja, I missed you so much!”
I can’t seem to move my feet.
“I didn’t think you were coming back.”
The words are wooden from my mouth, shrouding months of the pain and worry and grief I felt at being separate from her. I never expected her to leave, but once she did, I pretty much gave up hope on her ever coming back. I risk a look up at her, and I’m startled to see there are tears in her eyes. She reaches forward to take my hand.
“Of course I came back.”
Then she notices the wet sealskin hanging out of the side of my bag where I stuffed it, and I see her eyes go hard. Her grip tightens on my hand.
“I thought we agreed it wasn’t safe to be out anymore.”
I pull my hand away from her and step back.
“I’m not having this conversation again. Welcome home.”
She doesn’t follow me.
When I get up in the morning, for the first time in a long time I’m not alone. Elowen’s dark hair is spread out over the pillow; she doesn’t seem to have been disturbed by the alarm, so I creep down the ladder, trying not to make too much noise. I feel a little strange, like the house is listening in on my footsteps, and if I move too quickly or too loudly, the whole thing will collapse. The squeak of my chair is so loud it makes me jump, and I almost forget to leave the gate open for Minnie, who gives me a confused tilt of her head.
I shouldn’t feel like this, it shouldn’t feel wrong to have my sister in my house. I can remember nights of staring at her empty bed with tears pooling in my eyes, days of trying to shake the feeling that I was suddenly operating without the use of half of my limbs, half of my mind. I knew it was going to be difficult living alone without her, even with dad. He’s lovely, of course he is, but even he can’t replace a twin bond, no matter how hard he tries. I spent so long trying to get used to living without her that it feels like I’ve done it too well and now I don’t know how to function with her back in my life.
We spend a few days in silence, working around each other, trying not to notice the gaping void that’s opened between us. And then the storm comes, and all of that is left behind.
 The rain is still pouring, splashes echoing down the streets as the raindrops fall into the churning seawater, it’s up to my thigh now. Walking is difficult, and my mind keeps straying back to the sealskin in my backpack. It would be so easy to get it out and start swimming. I could make it to dad’s and back with barely any effort. But if someone saw me things could go very bad very fast. Next to me, Elowen’s face is ashen. She doesn’t deal well with situations like this where the possibilities for something to go wrong are so myriad.
Once I would have known exactly what I needed to say to comfort her, but now I’m not sure if I can find the words. I hate this alien feeling between us. It feels so wrong.  
There are still waves pushing their way up the beach, sending billowing swells of water speeding across the town, narrowing down through the streets and growing in power. A wave knocks into me and half sweeps me off my feet; I scrabble out for purchase and Elowen grabs my hand, but I fall anyway, my purchase lost, legs paddling uselessly against the surge of water. For a second I am underwater, but it’s never felt so wrong; this water is flecked with dirt and dust from the road and it bites at my eyes, at my throat. And then I’m on my feet, Elowen still at my side, breathing the air again, my clothes drenched.
“We need to shift. Dad could be hurt and it’s too dangerous out here.”
Not expecting that. I pull the sealskin from my bag and give Elowen a thoughtful look. She grabs her own out of her handbag, seeming unsure. Gently, I reach out and drape it around her shoulders, tucking it under her hair. She looks up at me, and then suddenly bursts out:
“I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have left. I hated it. I can’t stand not being close to the sea, but you know how important it is that no-one finds out, and I missed you so much, but I couldn’t just come home and now I feel like I’ve spoiled everything!”
“You haven’t spoiled anything. We’re just different now. I just… I felt like you were leaving me, I feel like everyone-”
She takes my hand again, and there are tears in her eyes.
We make the shift together for the first time in years, and I feel a glow of something satisfied, whole.
Elowen insists that we shift back before we get close to the house, hiding in an alleyway as we shrug off the sealskins. We struggle down the rest of the street, one foot after the other, forcing our way through the water. Our progress is too slow, its maddening. By the time we reach the door, the moon is fully overhead, reflecting on the water.
Together, we make our way up into the attic, climbing the ladder. Dad grabs my hand as we come over the lip of the trapdoor, helping to pull me to safety. I register a little late that he’s safe, and when I regain my footing, I fling myself into his arms.
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writing-away-in-ingo · 4 months ago
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Selkie Story - First Draft
My alarm goes off at five fifteen.
The house is always freezing in the morning because we can’t seem to get the stupid timed heater to work, so I normally end up pulling on about five layers before I eventually get up the courage to stagger out of bed. Our My bedroom is up in the attic, so I also have to climb down a ladder before I’ve gained any sort of co-ordination in the morning, which has led to me falling on my face more times than I’d like to remember. It isn’t a problem though; I’ve yet to break a bone. I wouldn’t trade sleeping in that attic room for every bruise I’ve got falling down the ladder. It feels like a little secret nest, hidden above the rest of the house, and you can climb out of the front window and onto the flat stretch of roof at the front. The sea looks beautiful from up there.
When I finally manage to make it downstairs, I make coffee (black, I’m not American, I don’t need fifteen sugars) and let Minnie out of the kitchen. She’s so old and so loyal that I’m certain we don’t need to keep her cooped up like that at night, but dad insists that we do. He double checks the back door for foxes every night, triple locks the front. We’ve never had a dog run away before now, I don’t see why it would be the ancient precious collie that finally made a break for it. Minnie loves us all in that wonderful unconditional dog way, but its more than that. She’s a part of the family and she’s very aware of it.
Its possible dad may have some remaining trust issues from you-know-who. I do my best not to think about it.
Minnie and I tend to eat breakfast together, because dad won’t be up for a little while, and its nice to have companionship. I don’t really like eating breakfast, especially this early, but it’s a necessary evil if I’m going to have any sort of luck at surfing when I finally get down to the beach. I’ve tried surfing on an empty stomach and you just end up feeling defeated, which is not the sort of thing I need before a day of manning the shop and café. When it reaches six fifteen, I scoop Minnie into my arms, give her a quick kiss on the top of her forehead and send her in to wake dad. He’s always delighted to see her, no matter what kind of shitty night he’s had, and he yells a greeting through the door for me.
Next, I grab my board and my bag, tossing the dishes from breakfast into the sink as I go, then make my way out of the door. The world is so quiet at this time, especially in the winter months when there are no groups of tourists. It feels like I’m the only person here, like
There’s this huge painting of a selkie woman on one of the crumbling down walls near the cove. The colours are faded and chipped away, but she’s still recognisable, rising from the sea like some sort of ancient spirit. It’s definitely one of the more well-intentioned ones; she has nice brown eyes and a sort of melancholy expression, and there’s no innocently falling-down sealskin to make her seem “sexy” for some reason. Everyone always seems to draw selkies with their tits out somehow, as if you can sexualise a seal. They’re just big round blobs of cute. I never turn into a half seal, half stereotypically attractive woman with one boob peeking out around the skin. It’s unrealistic and sexist. Frankly, it’s a little disturbing.
I probably should have mentioned the selkie thing before now.
It’s a weird sort of thing to put into words. It’s always been a part of my life, but not a part that I’m allowed to share, so I don’t have any practise in putting it into words. When I was a kid, I assumed that everyone had clandestine sealskins that they weren’t allowed to show anybody, and that we were all just really good at keeping secrets. I only learned the truth when I was eleven, and I slipped up and made a joke to Brannok. She didn’t laugh, just looked at me curiously, her big brown eyes all serious. I never talked about it again, and Brannok never mentioned it, but I can still remember how it felt, to feel like I wasn’t alone and then to be reminded so suddenly and completely that that wasn’t the case.
Day Tremayne is the only other person outside my family who knows about my sealskin. I don’t trust a lot of people with a secret like that, but Day is different. He’s lying on the edge of the surf when I jog down – he’s so bold with it at this time of morning. Not many people know about this cove, but I do worry that someone will wander down in the early morning or stay overnight and get a sudden glimpse of Day and his tail. He doesn’t have the luxury of hiding it sometimes like me, but I don’t think he’d like being able to shed it. He’s much happier than most people I meet in this village, able to swim off at a moment’s notice, spending his days chasing the tide or hunting for pearls. He doesn’t like the term “Merman” because he thinks it’s too gendered. We eventually settled on “Mer” as a sort of compromise, but he still doesn’t love it. Day’s one of those people who doesn’t place a lot of stock in language or words, and he has no patience for those who do. I like to joke that it’s a fish thing.
“Caja!”
I wave my arms over my head as I run towards him, the wind tugging at my hair.
“You’re out early! What if someone had seen you?”
He grins up at me, water dripping from his hair.
“You’ve got to learn to live a little, Angove. We wouldn’t be given gifts like these if they weren’t meant to be enjoyed.”
He gives my bag a pointed look.
“Will you be joining me, or will my company be more… aquatic?”
I take a quick scan of the beach. The sand is clear, I can see all the way across to the town, and there’s no sign of anyone coming down the path.
The sea is so wide and inviting. I haven’t had a proper swim in months. Being human means you just dabble along the surface.
Day’s already smiling when I turn back to him. He knows. I scoop up a handful of seawater and throw it at him.
“Stop being smug!”
He laughs as I unzip my bag, rummaging in the bottom to find the hidden compartment that I hide my sealskin in. It’s like warm velvet against my fingertips.
I wrap myself in sealskin, and the world shifts and grows and shrinks until I’m-
The ocean swallows me and I am whole. Water. Shifting around me; push and pull. Swoop down and brush the seabed. Flip up and taste the air. Let yourself fly, let yourself weave in and out of the weeds and the fish and the sunlight.
Crest the wave.
Breathe.
I surface out of the sea in a mass of limbs that are suddenly too long for my body, in a body that doesn’t quite feel like my own, the sealskin gently unspooling from me. Quickly I gather it in my hand, pulling it out of the waves and away from the sand. Day appears next to me in a burst of seawater, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
“That was great! I feel like we haven’t done this in ages.”
It’s a beautiful feeling; I’m not tired per se, but my body has the distant ache of a good morning of exercise, and the buzz of adrenaline that comes from open swimming in deep water. My watch says its been about an hour and a half since I changed, but this morning already feels like its drifting away, growing a little fuzzy around the edges. Whenever I wear the sealskin it makes me feel like nothing else matters, like the time I spend as a seal is all-consuming compared to the dull hours I put in at work. Human eyes don’t see the same kind of beauty that seal eyes do.
My phone buzzes, and I look over at it without thinking, without remembering.
abt an hour out! c u soon! Exx
Elowen’s back today. How could I have forgotten that? It’s not like I have anything more important to be doing today. Every day’s the same in the village; I wake up, I meet Day for surfing, I work at the bookshop in the morning and the café in the afternoon. It’s not like I don’t want to remember her coming back. It isn’t like I haven’t missed her. I suppose I didn’t really believe that she would. When people leave my life they tend to stay gone.
“Having a twin is the best. It’s like having a best friend already built in.”
Elowen and I were so close when we were kids. I used to feel like she was my other half, like she was filling in the gaps of the person that I was and making me better
“I don’t understand why you have to go so far. It isn’t like there aren’t science jobs out here.”
She was always cleverer than me, at least in an academic sense. People like to talk about the different types of intelligence like being attuned to people’s emotions is an actual skill you’ll be able to use in the world beyond making people like you. Sure, I’m emotionally intelligent. It isn’t going to give me a job beyond working at my father’s old bookshop. I didn’t stick around for much of school. It didn’t seem to have much of a point beyond making me miserable for a piece of paper which would only confirm how unsuited I am to the corporate world of work. Elowen loved school though. She was great at it, so of course she wanted to keep going. And there isn’t a lot of scientific research work available in a small place like Zennor.  
“She didn’t have to leave us though, did she?”
“She didn’t have a choice!”
I don’t really remember my mother. She only stuck around long enough to push out two babies and leave my father with a crippled sense of self and emotional issues and the burden of being a single father with a self-owned business.
“You’re leaving dad just like she did!”
Sometimes I think my mouth is too big for me. I say things like that and there’s no taking them back. I don’t really think was Elowen did is comparable to what our mum did. She didn’t want to leave us, she just felt like it was what she needed to do to keep fitting in. Elowen’s had a plan for her life ever since she realised that we weren’t normal, and anything that deviates from the plan is something she isn’t allowed to follow.
I just stand there stupidly as they hug, and then Elowen turns to face me, beaming. Her hair is shorter, neatly trimmed so it hangs just below her shoulders, and she’s wearing eyeliner. I never could figure out how to do the wings, even though she offered to teach me. Elowen always looks freakishly normal, ever since she was small, she’s managed to hit the perfect note between stylish and boring. I remember watching her plan her outfits. Working from pictures of her classmates, different styles cherrypicked from the kids that no one bothered, no one questioned. She tends to take a more serious approach to fitting in than I do.
“Caja, I missed you so much!”
I can’t seem to move my feet.
“I didn’t think you were coming back.”
The words are wooden from my mouth, shrouding months of the pain and worry and grief I felt at being separate from her. I never expected her to leave, but once she did, I pretty much gave up hope on her ever coming back. I risk a look up at her, and I’m startled to see there are tears in her eyes. She reaches forward to take my hand.
“Of course I came back.”
Then she notices the wet sealskin hanging out of the side of my bag where I stuffed it, and I see her eyes go hard. Her grip tightens on my hand.
“I thought we agreed it wasn’t safe to be out anymore.”
I pull my hand away from her and step back.
“I’m not having this conversation again. Welcome home.”
She doesn’t follow me.
When I get up in the morning, for the first time in a long time I’m not alone. Elowen’s dark hair is spread out over the pillow; she doesn’t seem to have been disturbed by the alarm, so I creep down the ladder, trying not to make too much noise. I feel a little strange, like the house is listening in on my footsteps, and if I move too quickly or too loudly, the whole thing will collapse. The squeak of my chair is so loud it makes me jump, and I almost forget to leave the gate open for Minnie, who gives me a confused tilt of her head.
I shouldn’t feel like this, it shouldn’t feel wrong to have my sister in my house. I can remember nights of staring at her empty bed with tears pooling in my eyes, days of trying to shake the feeling that I was suddenly operating without the use of half of my limbs, half of my mind. I knew it was going to be difficult living alone without her, even with dad. He’s lovely, of course he is, but even he can’t replace a twin bond, no matter how hard he tries. I spent so long trying to get used to living without her that it feels like I’ve done it too well and now I don’t know how to function with her back in my life.
 Day is still waiting at the beach when I come down that morning. We don’t speak. He doesn’t try to ask me what’s wrong. 
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a-merman-not-a-guppy · 5 months ago
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Your Name: Lena Characters: Arthur, Ashley, Clarion, Dot, Finn, Louie, Sora/Roxas, Tad, Wilbur
Pick one of your characters and talk about their growth (we recommend choosing an older character, but it’s up to you!): To be honest I’m most proud of Finn and how the progression of his story and being bullied has been, as well as the slow but steady regaining of confidence. I think that’s been especially gratifying for me. It’s great to have that story build and see the way in which it played out. I didn’t know exactly how his confidence would grow, but it’s still beautiful to see how he’s starting to try new things in choir, and he doesn’t cower in fear of people the same way that he did in the beginning. There are still set backs of course but it’s honestly so refershing to have these little moments that show how he’s grown. Even an interaction with someone like Pip might have made him cower a lot more in the past. These days he thinks Pip is kind of funny and intense but he can handle it. I just think that’s neat. 
I’d also like to honorable mention Celia and Anthony. Celia in particular because she was my first muse back. I got her in September of 2018 and she left town in July of 2020, and it’s honestly such a thrill to have been able to properly close a character like I did with her. She was one of the ones that I thought would be more timid like Finn but actually ended up a lot more confident and sure of herself as time went on too. I loved that about her, and how she was quiet but she was very aware of herself and others and so so so smart. Her breaking the curse and being able to leave is my joy. It’s awesome to have a character end happy like that.
And Anthony also I’m proud of for sticking the evil route to the end, finding a chaotic method to destroy and going for it. I’m really glad I got to accomplish a good villain arc.
Pick another character (or the same character if you only have one) and talk a little about where you WANT them to go. What are your plans for them going into the new year? So I’ll go with my new babe Tad since he’s still fresh and exciting. But I want to see him get more in the drug scene and explore that a little more. I wanted to do that with one of my other characters before but it just didn’t work as well story wise. With Tad I’m really looking forward to seeing where he goes with that and what kind of trouble he can stir up. We do love chaotic idiots. Also with Ashley my plan is to have her figure out the motherhood thing but also have her try to start college by september of the following year. I think it’d be cool to see if/when she could figure all that out. I want to explore more of Dot’s trauma. I haven’t really touched on it that much because she’s been burying it so I’m looking forward to bringing that to light a little bit more.
Pick a thread or a plot that you’re proud of and talk about why you loved it: So I know I’ve said this somewhere before, but one of my favorites was Nemo nearly drowning in the lake and finding out that Finn was a merman. It was just such an important moment in both of their stories, and I feel like that was some of my best writing because it was so pivotal. It was a really powerful time for them both, and they shared who they were with each other. I loved it.
Another that I’m really proud of is the whole knights plot. I have generally known what I’ve wanted to do with Arthur since I got him, and it’s taken a great deal of time to get him and other characters where they are today. It’s still ongoing obviously, but I really loved writing the search for Excalibur with Arthur and John and how Arthur came into his own and realized just who he was in truth. It’s a plot that I’m both proud I got to start, and excited to see how it develops in the future.
In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 strengths and talk about why you think it’s one of your strengths.: boy do I hate these questions. I’m always very self-critical with myself and my writing. I will say that one of my strengths I think is really being able to express a character’s voice and sort of showcase the kind of energy they have with some dialogue or whatever. I think I’m good about making each of my muses very distinct. Another thing that was not my strength in the past but I think that I have made it one is being able to properly progress a story and have a focus for it. I used to have a hard time maintaining characters cause ideas would fizzle and I wouldn’t know where to take my muses. These days I’m happy to say I do know the general direction for all my characters and it’s allowed me to plot a lot better and tell more compelling stories I think.
In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 areas of improvement.: So I think this might be a similar weakness that I’ve said before but I’m bad about action. I think I need to do better about driving things forward. I think sometimes I still rely too much on the other person to do that and that’s not great. I try to keep in mind at least one action among the thoughts and words and I think I do that, but I still feel like I should improve on that. I don’t want to go too deep on weaknesses either cause it just makes me linger and fret over it.
Pick one of your plots, or even just a character, and come up with a list of 3-5 “mentor texts” where you can look for inspiration or research, then write a short (2-4 sentences) why you picked those texts. (They don’t have to be books, either!)
For Tad:
The Good Place (Character study of Jason): I like looking to shows and movies for inspo where I can, and there is a great deal about Jason that I can draw things from. Honestly the general sort of energy is kind of a helpful guiding point. It’s not necessarily every sort of way he speaks, but it does give suggestions, and helps me sort of develop my muse more.
For Dot:
Never Have I Ever: this was inspo for my muse from the beginning, when she was in development. It was why I got the brain blast on what I wanted to do with Dot’s wings. The whole psychosomatic thing in this show inspired me a great deal when it comes to Dot. So this is great. Also the show does a really good job addressing grief, and I want to go back and study it again so I can kind of see how to tell Dot’s story even better. For Ashley:
Gossip Girl/Mean Girls/Heathers: not gonna lie, Ashley has had a myriad of things that has helped inspire her and helped me get her character. I would say Heathers and Mean Girls are definitely more referenced to than Gossip Girl, but there’s still elements of that and the wealthy elite energy.  And now, a wishlist!: -a heroic rescue. be Sora’s damsel/guy in distress. I feel like I thought of this plot and things got hectic and I haven’t been able to do it. I want him to do some rescuing. -a simple little romance for Arthur. I want him to find something soft and cute and just vibe a bit. He’s always so into the work I wish for him to have a steady date. -exploring grief! i said it with Dot, I want to explore that more with her -more dates for my muses. I really like cute romantic things or even little flings so I want to get them out there and toy with those types of relationships. Doesn’t have to last, can most definitely be a hot mess. I just want more. teen romances are especially flimsy at points and i want to toy with that. -a fey’s gold plot with Tad. Someone get in trouble and stoned with him -more police things with Arthur. feel like i’ve dropped the ball a little, but if any of you want him involved in a thing, lmk. -revive the VFD. bring in more cops. I just want a cool buddy cop comedy -get in another fight. missing the fights some of my muses have gotten into. Let’s have some more -shenanigans. more pranks and stuff. where are all the teen prank wars and why aren’t they happening? i’m just saying. general pranking too is just not as present as it should be -someday again i’d like to tackle a adult parent. maybe a single dad energy is fun. idk switch it up from my last one. I also kind of want the married vibes though cause I do think that’d be a different kind of fun. like Baloo and Bagheera or idk maybe like Flora and Fauna as a promised fairy duo. i truly dunno. these are thoughts -chip and dale. ok but think about it two dumb RAS agents stirring up trouble. admittedly i got a lot of dumbass energy, but i wouldn’t be opposed to more -also that emotions as demons thing is a seriously sick idea and i kind of want to be in on that but also time -i think it’d be kind of fun if the uni and secondary did like a mentor mentee program like for kids who are thinking about college. buddy up. extra credits for the uni student or idk. could be a fun thing to do -own a business again. had it for a brief time but the character wasn’t quite right for me. would love to have a character do that. not sure if/when i could do that but i’d love to find a way. -get a villain again someday. not a soon goal cause i’m content with my last one, but one day =] -utilize the lake more for threads. i want it. i feel like certain locations are go tos and i want to switch things up more. - i feel like i have more things but i’m forgetting them. and often get inspired when i see other people’s wants.
OPTIONAL: Why do you RP? It makes me happy. I love the storytelling and the community we build together. It’s also like...I feel like I’ve been writing for half my life now which is kind of crazy, but it’s just one of those things I love doing. I love the friendships I’ve made with this, and the different things that I definitely wouldn’t have discovered if I was on my own. RP brings in a lot of other people’s perspectives and I think that’s so cool. It’s thanks to RP that my music interests changed and I got to find a very good place to find comfort and I am so so so grateful for that. Truly I am. So yeah, I RP because it’s fun and fulfilling and it brings all these opportunities.
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clarisrenaldis · 5 months ago
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Since Unus Annus is ending today, I’ll just give a list of my favourites videos and a short explanation on why:
Cooking with sex toys: Started so serious with the first video and this just threw a curve ball at us, I love it. Also hilarious.
Purging our sins with a Neti Pot: “Mom no”
Baby hands operation: Waterboarding a fucking table top game and the butterfly flying off the body because Ethan hit it. Hilarious.
2 truths 1 lie- waxing edition: “How do you feel about Korea?”
Helium therapy: Abigail.
Drawing memes from memory: Ethan tried but only made for excellent comedic drawings.
An AI predicts how we’re going to die:  It was really funny. Don’t know what else to tell you.
Mark and Ethan attempt an escape room: It was just these two trying to be as logical as possible and being idiots at the same time.
Ethan gives Mark a Viking funeral: I still perfectly remember Mark sliding down the stairs at tremendous speed and getting stuck in the cardboard coffin.
The great meat mistake: Ethan struggles to speak.
We made nude paintings of each other: Any frame looked like was straight up p0rn.
Ethan’s relaxing and totally normal nail salon: Mark has an existential crisis.
Hiding our sins from Amy’s holy peepers: “agh my wound” and “this is for a bit but how long is this gonna stay there”.
Who can make themselves taller: Mark has an existential crisis: I could’ve been an engineer edition.
We took an IQ test: I…how do you get a 3?
Mark and Ethan go casket shopping: just two pals shopping for a coffin that best suit them.
We take a lie detector to uncover our darkest sins: it was just fun to see the spikes.
Learning to breath underwater: Grade A material for memes.
2 absolute beginners experience the dancing glory that is salsa: super fun, another great grade A meme material.
Mark and Ethan learn about the human body: genitalia.
DIY cheese: it’s the dance of Italy OooOoH
Looking at long lost memes: it was just the two of them looking at memes.
Literally eating fire: ‘twas interesting! Also the face.
Nutball: the most dangerous game: Fun, don’t do it tho.
Our perfect (and last) valentine’s day: BENJAMIN KETCHUP and tiny will smith.
Being attacked by a fully trained body guard dog: I couldn’t understand the man because of the heavy russian accent but still loved the video.
The ultimate trolley problem: Just really fucking fun, really made me laugh.
Real ghost hunting at an abandoned zoo: kinda scary, but Mark and Ethan were great comedic relief.
DIY chiropractor: *stabs a soda can* *chugs the whole thing from the incision* *in an accent* “You ready?”
What does astrology say about our friendship: *thrusts* “sorry”
Amazon shopping for the apocalypse: it was just them buying supplies and it was fun to watch.
Ultimate youtuber boxing showdown: It was really funny how they imagined their dramatic entrances to the boxing ring.
We made every youtuber battle in the hunger games: Beware of Zoella.
The creepiest videos on youtube: I just like scary stuff and two idiots bringing comfort with their presence.
What the hell is a pink trombone?: This is not a fleshlight.
We played strip poker: Beginner’s luck  is amazing.
Mark cooks blindfolded while Ethan guides him through facetime: This is just Ethan getting stressed out while Mark did whatever he wanted.
Reacting to your hilarious green screen memes: y’all are amazing.
Mark teaches Ethan to read with hooked on phonics: E E F
Mark and Ethan become United States citizens: it’s just them roasting the us government.
Finding the most cursed image on the internet: it’s them either laughing our cringing.
Creating Mark FISHbach: Ethan likes to swim and is a graceful merman, Mark not so much.
Dummy THICC for dummies – a tale of two butts – Pushing our butts even further beyond: “Oh what’s that? A tier 3 sub?”
Dunking oreos I literally anything but milk: Soy sauce is always higher than what you’d think.
Preparing a 5-star meal for our youtube famous dogs: it’s adorable, also you can smell chaos in that video.
Mark teaches Ethan how to play the trumpet: Ethan struggles and makes Mark upset.
Momiplier teaches self-defense: she’s SO funny.
Mark’s outdoor escape room: AVADA KEDABRA
Mark teaches Ethan how to march in a marching band: His form was like an S, literally.
2 adults take a 4th grade math class: Ethan’s reaction to “welcome to math class” hit deep.
We accidentally made an SCP while Amy was away: “I FORGOT ABOUT THE DEMONS INSIDE”
Learning to use the force: think thiiink THIIIIINK
This is for fun and not a fetish: this was my birthday video J
Mark conquers his fear of night swimming: THE GONGOOZLER
We bought every Grinch costume on Ebay: It was great.
Pressure washing our sins away: Ethan was really excited about the pressure washer and I liked it because I get really excited about vacuums so it felt relatable for me.
The Unus Annus Annual Costume Contest: You know.
Ethan kidnapped Mark: Ethan doesn’t remember his own puzzles but Marks plays along anyway because he doesn’t want him to feel bad.
The Unus Annus last supper: Amy popped off with the foods.
Being brutally honest with eachother: made me cry, but from inspiration and a pinch of sadness.
Recreating every single Unus Annus video: “Siri, call us daddy” “I don’t see a father in your contacts”
All our video ideas that never happened: really fun to imagine the videos, and lowkey would’ve loved to see the Youtuber Graduation that Ethan thought of for the youtubers that never went or finished college. And Fuckmachine Thanksgiving
Everything’s legal If you’re dead: Mark’s lawyer struggles because Mark is trying to commit fraud and in the meantime Ethan makes breakfast with a fuckmachine .
I loved all the videos but this are just my personal favourites. As of posting this, in 44 minutes the last video will be up. And it’ll all end.
I won’t be able to re watch the magic but I can still remember. Thank you everyone, and of course, please don’t harass anyone that posts anything related to Unus Annus once the channel is deleted. Mark and Ethan expressed that they don’t want archive channels but it’s still their desition. I’m sure that those who made channel explicitly mmaking edits or those that made blogs centered in Unus Annus are those who have commited to the idea of the channel.
Let people make edits, memes and art, don’t be mean.
Memento Mori.
Unus Annus.
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cinnaminsvga · 7 months ago
Sorry to hear about your writers block bubs! Can I request #79 with my boy jk? I hope you're well 💜
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“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
wc: 922 genre: angst, merman!jk warnings: some like,,, negative thoughts ig,,, oc is lowkey depressed lol a/n: sorry this is literally like,,, self-indulgent crap lmao,,, this is kind of a vent fic so i’m sorry if it’s not your cup of tea,,, anyway ;-;
When you go visit the beach the next day, he’s already there waiting for you.
His back is turned away, facing the horizon. Even underneath the pier, the sun still manages to bathe him in its warm light; his scales glitter like crystals begging to be touched, his skin is gorgeously tanned—sunkissed. You imagine that everyone he meets must fall in love with him, for even the sun can’t seem to get enough of him.   
He’s achingly beautiful during the morning; you wonder why it was a good idea to ask him to meet you when you already struggle to meet his eyes during the night. 
He hears your footsteps as you approach, turning to you with a large, toothy grin. “Good morning,” he greets. Unlike the other days, he had chosen to drag himself up to the sand today, only leaving his tail submerged in the water. 
He pats the spot beside him. “Do you mind if we stay on the beach instead of the water instead?”
You play with the fraying edges of your swim shirt: a flimsy excuse for a piece of clothing, probably a hand-me-down from one of your older sisters. You would rather jump into the frigid seawater rather than sit beside him where he could see you. You look up at the morning light, wishing more than anything that the pier could somehow grow to shield you from it. 
You make sure to keep some space between you and him. The bubbling sensation rising in your stomach feels like a force trying to keep you close to him, but the fear in your head overpowers it. You keep your head bowed, furtively sneaking glances at his tail, catching glimpses of his coarse hands drawing shapes into the sand. 
“Why aren’t you looking at me?”
Caught. You refuse to move, however. “No reason.”
He huffs out a laugh. “There must be one. I would assume it’s something I did last night, wasn’t it? Was I too rough?”
Your face immediately grows hot at the mention of the night before. You pull your knees up to your chest, burrowing into them like a child might. “N-no. You’re never too rough. It wasn’t because of you.”
There is a pause. You don’t hear anything from Jungkook for so long that you’re afraid he might have left without saying goodbye. But that’s impossible because for one, you’d hear a splash. And two, he always made sure to say goodbye, usually with a promise to see you again the next day. 
That’s how it’s been for a month now. He’s become a fixture in your life, the sole beautiful thing that made your life just a little bit brighter. But with light, there comes the shadows, always lurking and waiting for you to fall.
And fall you did.
A hand on your back—you’ve held his hand so many times now that you could probably draw them with your eyes closed. Even though he lives most of his life in the cold waters, his hands have always been warm.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Y/N. You know that, right?”
You nod, though you don’t know how apparent it is with your head still stuck between your knees. Jungkook chuckles lightly, his hand creeping up to the back of your head before he pulls you towards him. Your eyes are squinted shut, refusing to look at him just yet.
You feel a puff of air across your face. “Boo,” he blows gently on you, and you can imagine his grin when you crinkle your nose. 
“Look at me? Please?” he whispers. You can hear the plea in his voice, and who were you to deny him of anything?
You open your eyes, staring at the beautiful boy in front of you. Your gaze follows the slope of his nose to the curve of his lip to the scar on his cheek. He smiles at you like you’re something to behold. He is awed by you, and you can tell from the way he trails your face the way you do with him. 
You know in your heart that he loves you the way that you do. He sees you past the veil you’ve donned on yourself, past the girl who only knew how to cower and hide. 
It’s a miracle, to be loved by him. But there’s a reason you used to confuse miracles with mirages. 
The same voice that torments you, the same one that sounds uncannily like your mother, it whispers:
You are not enough. You are not enough. Never will be.
You shiver, but it is not from the cold. “We can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep... meeting each other.” We can’t keep loving each other.
Jungkook’s expression drops. “Why?” But you can hear the question he wants to ask: “Why did you change?”
You didn’t change. You’re still the scared girl with too many missing bolts and wires. For him, you’ll never be enough. 
But you can’t say that; those things aren’t meant for daylight conversations. Broken things aren’t meant to be witnessed, so instead you say, “Because your parents would hate me.”
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” Jungkook sounds so certain that you’re almost inclined to believe him. Almost.
“But I do. I care,” you say.
“That sounds too much like a goodbye,” he says. His eyes are glassy, like fishbowls glazing over with moisture. His lip trembles.
You don’t allow yourself to break; you have an entire lifetime to grieve, after all. 
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newslettertweaky · 8 months ago
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◎ Call of the Sea
Ever since you where just a little girl, you’ve always had an affiliation to the sea. You felt like there was more to it then you knew and it’s mystery draws you to it’s depths. Maybe one day you’ll figure out why you felt a slight pull on you heart when you hear the ocean call...
(S/o who finds themselves a couple of unexpected mermen)
Azul Ashengrotto
Working in an Ocean Protection Group, you sat on the patrol boat with some co-worker doing your rounds.
Today, you received word of some illegal fishing near one of your reefs so your team headed over to catch the culprits. You dove down in scuba gear to gather up the nets, cutting them up to prevent fishes from getting stuck.
In the corner of your eye, you see movement, these large thick tentacles hiding in the dark of a small cave. You moved in to get a closer look.
Azul was pretty frightened. This small human somehow spotted him and was swimming towards him with a small cutting knife.
When he thought that they were going to attack him, he was surprised and a bit fluttered when they gently grabbed his tentacles and cut away his bonds.
Once free, he did come out slightly.
He smirked when she swam back, noticing that he was a merman. Once your distracted, he’ll rush away.
He found you interesting, and would sometimes watch you on the shore. Jade and Floyd would tease him about it.
He thinks he’s being sneaky but you’ve caught him watching you from behind the large rocks.
Your not disgusted by tentacles. In fact, your amazed by them. 
He thanks you and brings you small shiny shells as gifts. Eventually, he’ll become bolder and reward you with small pecks and maybe show you his human form.
He will spend time with you while your working on your boat, either joining you onboard or swimming with you in the water.
His favorite past-time is cuddling with you, wrapping all his limbs around your figure and clinging onto from behind. Sometimes when he starts to ramble about his ‘stupid, useless octopus form’ you would cut him off with a rough but sweet kiss~
“You’re sure you want me to touch you with my- mmmph!! W-why would you do that!”
He loves his little human and wouldn’t mind being loved by them, he thanks the sea witch that you were there the day you saved him.
Jade Leech
You grow up to become an ocean photographer, picking out this beautiful coral reef to take some pictures for your profolio. 
You would admire all the pretty fishes and take many pictures with your camera. You wish you could spend more time under the waves.
You felt the water shift behind you quickly, turning to find nothing. It would happen a couple of times while your swimming before you go up for air.
Jade was swimming by himself when he happened upon you swimming with wear fins. What where you doing. He followed behind you, observing you as you admired the ocean and fishes that he has seen millions of times.
As you were heading up for air, he tailed as your shadow, making his presence known.
He is a very long merman which is what scared you, that and his sharp teeth. You jumped straight onto your dinky boat and watch him swim around your boat smirking.
Ever since then, whenever you head out to the reef or even just sit in your boat, he finds a way to you. At first, just scaring you with his quiet nature and condescending smirk. 
You eventually are brave enough to talk to him, which only makes him interested in you more.
“What a brave little human you are, what else are you hiding under your fragile skin.”
He still was creepy, but at least he started to tone it down a bit started to open up to you about himself. Once you look past the sharp teeth and sharp eyes, he’s quite the gentlemen.
Once you’re comfortable with him, he’ll show you around the ocean and even bring you to some of his most favorite places.
He’ll bring you shiny coral and even old trinkets of his to show you his gratitude for not being scared of him.
For some reason, he really likes mushrooms. He’ll pick at them if you packed them for lunch or something.
He loves to stare at your soft face as you express your love and joy for the ocean and its beauty.
But he finds you to be the most beautiful thing to grace this sea.
Floyd Leech
Growing up, your family owned a fishing shop which you worked at. 
You never really liked idea of swimming in the ocean, but you decided to join your family in there annual fishing trip.
It happened to be one of the worst storms in months. The boat rocked so hard as your dad tried to usher everyone inside. But as fate would have had it, you slipped on the wood deck and went overboard.
Floyd had been swimming nearby when they spotted your tiny figure drop into the ocean. He swam over to see what was going on only to notice you were to drown. With quick thinking, Floyd wrapped around you and pulled you up to a nearby shore.
Floyd would poke and prod at your face, giggling at how soft and squishy you were.
He would stay by your side until someone came by or you woke up. Well… You did wake up to see a giant merman looming over you. He had you wrapped up in his tail while he kabedon you on the sand.
“Good morning shrimpy~” You passed out after that.
Floyd figured out that you would come by a specific pier to just sit and stare at the water, so he would pop by to play with you.
He would want to hear about your life and tell you about what life in the ocean was like. He didn’t mind when you would go off and rant about humans you disliked. He found anything his shrimpy said adorable.
He will offer to deal with them, but you declined.
He had this weird habit to play with your feet as they hung over the pier, playfully taking a quick nibble on your calf which would make you turn pink and pull away. He’ll grab them back, threatening to pull you in.
He would want to take you on a swim but will wait until your comfortable to go out on the waters again. Even when you do agree, he’ll still stay close to shore unless you ask to go out further. 
You either hang on his back or he’s holding your hands in front and helping you swim, keeping you afloat on his long tail.
He loves giving you small nips on your shoulders and neck, holding your blushing figure closed to him. He loves his small shrimpy and would protect them from anything~
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adusart · 10 months ago
yay more akin and failon stuff! how many aus do they have?
Ah! Yes, always more Failon and Akin stuff, my head is full of them.
I already answered a similar question here, though I really need to go through my art and tag things more consistently. But in general, there is a few that have been on my mind and few that are on the back burner but I do plan to draw some content for them.
This may get long so I will do a cut just in case anyone finds it annoying :D
LST - is the original story, I answered some tags about it so if you want to find out more I recommend just searching for “ask”
Harry Potter AU - yes I am a Potterhead and I am obsessed, also there is multiple AUs for Harry Potter or with Harry Potter characters, the first-ever Harry Potter AU for me was just about life in Hogwarts - Failon and Akin being kind of rivals since Failon is definitely a Slytherin and Akin is a Ravenclaw (:’)) so this would be just years 11-17 for them very soft fluffy teenagers enemies - to friends and a bit more maybe :D
Harry Potter AU post-Hogwarts - this is the one that focuses on other Harry Potter characters - mainly Terence Higgs and Adrian Pucey (with some minor Flintwood in the background) and ofc Akin and Failon, it’s not really a continuation of the first AU since the timeline is a little different, but basically everything from Harry Potter happened and this is just how their lives are 4-5 years after the Battle of Hogwarts and it focuses on relationship drama :D
Voldemort AU - the AU I am currently most invested in and it takes place in a world where Voldemort won the battle of Hogwarts and Harry died destroying himself and the Horcrux inside him, it takes place 3-4 years after the Battle of Hogwarts and focuses on the struggle and survival, there are also other Harry Potter characters and relationships with those characters, I posted some Percy Weasle/Akin art because yep, that happened :D but yeah, this one has a lot of lore because I have been writing it almost every day for the last year and a half with @lepetitcomte on discord akjaslkf and it’s so much fun and so. much. angst. ugh I cry for my bois
Similar to these AUs (because we like to take characters we like and put them in different worlds -sigh- I know :D) there is the Forest Selkie/ Fae AU I know Selkies are seals and they are sea spirits, but I really liked the “I steal your hide so now you’re human” but put a twist on it -drum roll- it’s with long hair, because I wanted an excuse to draw my boys with long hair and if it’s cut they can no longer transform into their original animal/fae form. I did art for it you can find it here and here and here though the last one didn’t show up in the AU tag, tumblr is testing me today, sorry :D.
Then there is Fairytale AU which changes based on moods, but we had Rapunzel AU (Percy and Akin), Little Red Riding Hood (with Failon and Terence), and now we have Little Mermaid with all of the bois and some interesting dynamics :)c
Mythology AU - for which I made a really nsfw drawing so I only posted a cropped version here. Basically Failon is Thanatos the God or personification of Death, Percy is Phthonus god of Jealousy, Terence is Medusa and Akin is a Siren, Adrian is actually a human and recently we added a pirate captain Blaise Zabini :D because why not. And it focuses on smut and some drama because it’s the mythology AU and I am a perv.
Centaur and Merman AU - self-explanatory, Akin is a merman and Failon is a centaur and they are friends/romantically involved though some magic is involved for them to take a human form in order to you know woohoo :D
Cyberpunk AU - Failon is a cyborg detective and Akin is an android and they get tangled up in a government plot in which Akin is like a sleeper agent/assassin without having control but develops conscience and emotions over time, and Failon is a failed government experiment who ran off to fight against the corrupt parts of it and stumbles on Akin and decides to take care of him
And then I have AUs which I have not made art/content for which are - Artist and thief AU - Akin is an artist, Failon is in love with him and proceeds to flirt by stealing his art from his exhibitions :D how romantic
The Mafia AU - Failon is a big bad boss and Akin is an assassin sent to kill him OR Akin is the boss and Failon is his bodyguard because I am like that :D
The prehistoric AU - I have done a little research but still need to flesh it out but I am thinking about it, though maybe not like prehistoric but tribal AU or Horizon Zero Dawn kind of AU, I haven’t decided yet :D
Apocalypse AU sounds good too - Failon and Akin as survivors exploring empty cities or sneaking through zombie-infested areas, I like the loneliness of it but hopefulness as they survive and navigate the obstacles.
The Witcher AU - if you know me you know I am a slut for some Witcher so yes, Akin for me is a mix of Ciri and Renfri storylines, Failon is definitely a Witcher though maybe from a different school than the Wolf... I think The School of The Cat suits him a lot.
There might be some shower thoughts AUs I missed but hopefully, this explains everything a little bit. If you want more info feel free to ask me about specific AU I love talking about my bois or @lepetitcomte‘s bois :D they have been my obsession for the last year and a half so I have a lot of things in my brain :D
Thank you for the ask and I hope you have a nice day! 
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fandomlit · 10 months ago
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sunshine (percy jackson x reader)
requested by anon “Hey, just found you today! I was wondering if you might do a Percy x reader? Something fluffy and the reader is an artsy, music loving, child of Apollo? Percy sees her and suddenly has a new found interest in pottery or drawing or something. His friends (the seven + Nico, Will, and Reyna) notice he’s spending a lot of time at the arts center and call him out/convince him to ask her out. That kind of seems like a lot so no pressure but thank you anyway!”
summary the seven and friends are sick and tired of seeing you and percy tiptoe around your feelings, and decide to push you two together the best they can.
a/n this is super long and im not sorry in the least,, keep those requests coming y’all !!!
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“has anyone seen percy?” hazel asked, walking up to her friends with frank trailing behind her. “he said we’d be able to spar after lunch, but he didn’t even come to lunch.”
“probably at the arts center,” annabeth said, smirking to herself as she flipped the page of her book.
“arts center?” hazel repeated, furrowing her brow. “since when has percy been interested in the arts?”
“since he caught sight of y/n l/n,” jason snickered, his friends joining his chuckles.
“who’s that?” frank asked.
“apollo girl,” leo said, wiggling his eyebrows as the two romans joined their friends under the tree were lounging under. “she’s super talented. percy walked by the arts center and legitimately did a double-take when he saw her. i didn’t know people actually did that.”
“are they dating?” hazel asked innocently.
“of course not,” reyna said, not looking up from where she was shining her sword. 
“well, why not?” hazel asked, looking around at her friends.
they all looked around, no one seeming to have an answer.
“maybe we should help them,” piper suggested. they all looked to the aphrodite child, who began to smirk. “you know, push ‘em together a bit. couldn’t hurt.”
and that’s how it started.
“hey, percy!” jason called out. the sea demigod had just entered the arena. jason waved his friend over to him. “you up for some sparring?”
“sure thing!” percy called back, heading toward him. as he approached, he caught sight of you spinning a spear near where jason was waiting. he watched you swing toward leo, who immediately whimpered and cowered. you giggled.
“ready?” jason asked. percy’s gaze snapped back to him.
“yeah,” he said, nodding. they both got into their stances before charging at each other. as they sparred, percy glanced back every now and again to watch you and leo fight, you easily overpowering the hephaestus child. one of those times percy glanced over his shoulder, jason took the opportunity to catch him off guard, making percy stumble as he countered and fall back. but before he could hit the ground, something hard dug into his back.
he opened his eyes to see you standing over him with a smirk. “well, hello, water boy,” you said, shaking your head. percy offered you a sheepish smile. he realized it was the butt of your spear digging into his back, holding him up.
“uh... hi,” he breathed. you giggled, pushing your spear forward to held stand him up straight. he turned to you with an embarrassed smile as you leaned against your weapon. “good catch.”
“thanks,” you hummed. “maybe you should stick to swimming, water boy.”
“maybe you should stick to singing, sunshine,” percy retorted, crossing his arms. you let out a scoff, followed by a laugh.
“sunshine?” you repeated. “now that’s just lazy.”
“and water boy isn’t?” he retorted. jason and leo shared looks as you two continued to tease each other, slowly moving away to leave you two alone. they weren’t surprised when they found out nothing ended up happening.
the next day, annabeth invited you to join them around the campfire after dinner, hoping to at least get you and percy to realize the other’s feelings. when you arrived, they all greeted you warmly.
“who invited you, sunshine?” percy joked as you took the seat next to him on one of the seating logs surrounding the fire.
“someone who doesn’t think of such lazy nicknames, merman,” you tutted, shaking your head. he scoffed as you winked at annabeth. 
you all talked for the longest while, telling stories and jokes and enjoying each other’s company. while you two may have not noticed, the rest of the group noticed that you and percy had gravitated closer together during the time you two sat around the fire, your thighs almost pressed completely together after just an hour.
“im gonna call it a night,” will yawned, standing and stretching. nico had slung his jacket over the boy’s shoulders a while ago. 
“that’s my cue, too,” nico sighed, standing after his boyfriend. will grabbed his hand with a smile before turning and pointing at you.
“don’t get back too late, missy,” he teased, winking at you.
“i know the rules, william,” you scoffed teasingly. he chuckled and the couple waved goodnight to the rest of the group. reyna, hazel, frank, and piper followed soon after. that left annabeth, jason, percy, and you around the fire.
“you’re not tired yet, water boy?” you hummed, looking over at percy.
“no,” he shrugged, looking down at you. “are you?”
you shrugged in return, stifling a yawn. “i won’t go to bed until you do.”
“that’s not a good rule to live by,” percy laughed.
“why not?” you grinned, quirking an eyebrow.
“well, you know how im great at a lot of things?”
“you are?”
“i am,” he confirmed in a soft tone that made you giggle. he grinned down at you. “but uh, the one thing im not very good at is sleeping.”
you hummed. “that’s tragic. maybe you should just sleep.”
“you know, i didn’t think of that.”
“i figured as much,” you tsked. neither of you noticed that annabeth and jason had snuck off, leaving you two to flirt and tease alone. the only evident product of success from that night was seeing you return percy’s sweatshirt the next morning. they took that as a small victory.
the kicker was when you were all playing a game of paranoia in jason’s cabin. you were all sat around in a circle on the cleared out floor when piper had sneakily proposed the game. you were all for it. to make sure they could manipulate the game to go their way, the group had separated you and percy. you rested your head in leo’s lap and draped your legs across jason. annabeth caught percy’s stare when you had first looked into leo’s eyes and grinned as you settled in.
“i’ll start,” piper proposed. she leaned over to whisper in nico’s ear. the boy considered, looking around the circle as piper leaned back with a smile.
“annabeth,” he answered. “for sure.” said girl flipped the coin she held. they all watched it land on heads.
“reveal!”
“the question was ‘who do you think would get away with murder’,” piper snickered.
“yeah, that’s about right.”
“i believe it.”
“honestly, she probably has already.” you all turned to the athena child in question. she shrugged easily.
“that’s a woman’s secret,” was all she said, making you all laugh. the game continued on and more laughs were shared. then, it was time for annabeth to whisper to percy.
“lay it on me,” percy sighed as annabeth leaned over, making you all chuckle. percy bit his lip as annabeth leaned away with a not-so-secretive smirk. he kept his gaze trained on the floor in front of him as he considered. he turned to annabeth and asked, “why is this so hard?” you all chuckled as she shrugged.
“gotta answer, though.”
he sighed, still not looking up as he answered, “y/n.”
you blinked in surprise as your friends erupted in whistles. you watched annabeth flip the coin and your heart dropped as it landed on tails.
“damn,” you muttered. they all laughed and you joined. “i really wanted to know!”
the game continued on until it was leo’s turn to whisper to you. you sat up so he could whisper quietly in your ear.
you shivered as he leaned away. “sorry, i got chills.” you laid back down as you considered and they laughed. you smiled to yourself before answering, “will.”
leo nodded. “flip.” the coin landed on heads.
“i asked who the hottest guy in the room was,” leo grinned.
“sun child vibes!” you exclaimed, throwing up peace signs as will cheered. “no? no one? okay.” you leaned forward to whisper to will as they laughed. percy couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. 
the circle went around again, and when it was back to percy, he braced himself for a similar question to the one he received last time. he sighed as he leaned away from annabeth.
“i gotta go with y/n again,” he said, shaking his head.
“i didn’t know we were playing favorites,” jason scoffed, making you all laugh.
“what can i say, sparky?” you sighed dramatically. “you’ve been replaced.” jason placed an offended hand on his heart as you turned to annabeth. “flip, please.”
percy wanted to walk into the ocean when the coin landed on heads, making the circle ‘oo’ and laugh. “uh, i was asked who the prettiest girl in the room was.” he scratched the back of his neck and blushed. you opted to blush as well instead of saying anything as the group burst into ‘aww’s and leo started cheering.
after another few rounds, you all decided to call it a night before dionysus or some other unfathomable thing came to break up your makeshift party.
“can i walk you to your cabin?” you turned to see percy standing with his hands in his pockets.
you gave him a smile. “sure thing, barnacle boy.” he rolled his eyes at the nickname as you two walked out of the zeus cabin.
after a minute of silence, you broke, “so, you think im pretty?” he blushed.
“i was hoping you wouldn’t remember that.”
“who do you think i am?”
you both laughed as he scratched the back of his neck. “well, yeah, i guess. beautiful is a better word for it, though.” you smiled as you both stopped before the steps of the apollo cabin. you knew will was probably watching from the window, but you didn’t care. you only cared about the demigod in front of you at that moment.
“wanna know the question i answered you for?” you hummed. he nodded. you smiled, looking into his sea green eyes as you recited, “‘who would you kiss out of everyone here?’”
his eyebrows shot up, as did his heart rate. “really?” you nodded with your usual easy smile. he looked away from your prying eyes for a second to nod and absorb the exciting information. he looked back down at you and started, “can i-”
“please,” you answered with a laugh, eyes closed as you cut him off. he smiled and leaned down slowly to press his lips to yours gently. he pulled away after a moment. your eyes met his and nothing was said before he leaned down again, this time his hands settling on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 
the kiss was more intense this time, both of you spilling all of the thoughts and feelings and tension you had held in since you first met onto the other’s lips. and it was nothing short of euphoric. 
but not euphoric enough to drown out the cheers of your friends from all around you two.
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humanitysfandomhoe · 11 months ago
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Perfect Specimens
Mermay| Mer!bakugo x reader
Word count: 1.4k
Tagging@dollfacedwithadirtymind for always giving me positive feedback and love on my story ideas
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The specimen was agitated today, more so than usual. He wouldn't allow anyone near his tank save for you, almost reluctant to let you leave and he's refused to eat for several days. You were beginning to worry.
"Katauki, please, you have to eat." You plead with the merman
He glowers at you shaking his head adamantly. "Hunt." He growls
He was a stubborn one, never letting a subject go if he wanted it and not a day went by that he wasn't protesting his situation. "I explained this before you're not strong enough to be released back into the ocean. "
The merman bristles at your words. Though his mouth wasn't suited for forming most human words he understood everything said to him.
"HUNT." He persists, slapping the glass hard enough to make it rattle. That wasn't even his full strength, you know that if he wanted to he could shatter his tank into bits. He was just smart enough not to.
All you can do is sigh as he turns his back on you, his tail splashing water in your face as he swam away. He was miserable here, it was obvious and it broke your heart to see such a strong and beautiful specimen locked away like this. You always went out of your way to make him feel more comfortable, the other keepers complain that you spoil him and that's why he's so sour. Maybe that was true.
Why else would you be importing very large and very much alive fish to the rehab center. The delivery put a sizable dent in your budget but the look of excitement on his face was worth every penny.
Hunting was his true element, you can't help but stare at the way his muscles tighten and his hair flows as he gracefully chases after the fish. Making his mark each time with ease, a smug satisfaction on his face when he brought you whopping catches. 
His eyes bore into yours as he struggled to find the proper word. "My Mate."
His gaze is so focused there was no confusing what he meant. "Katsuki -" before you can even say another word his lips are on yours. 
They're surprisingly soft against yours and warm,there is no fishy taste on his lips just the taste of sea salt and ocean breezes. It's easy to lose yourself in his kiss, filled with warmth and affection that makes you forget that you're a biologist and he's your specimen. You're only meant to observe never to engage and yet here you were, in a passionate embrace with your charge. When he pulls away you're both left staring at each other, a haze over both your eyes. 
"Come." A single word has you shedding your clothing outside the tank under his watchful eye. 
The merman treads water along the edge as he waits for you to enter his domain, those gorgeous eyes glowing. You ease in slowly, the chilled water making goosebumps creep along your skin as you become submerged. Katsuki comes closer, a pleasant trill coming from his throat as he touches your hair and face, examining the blank canvas on your neck. 
Mate. He rasps again before kissing you again, the sharp points of his teeth grazing your bottom lip and making you jump.
It's not enough to break the spell however as you encircle his neck with your arm's and his crimson tail tangles itself in your legs. His lips ghost your jawline continuing until they meet the soft juncture of your neck before his carnivorous teeth sink into the flesh and make you cry out in pain. Tears prick your eyes as you push him away, his brows knit at the sight of tears and you know he wasn't trying to hurt you. Mating bites come natural to him but you're not the same. 
Gentle, Katsuki, gentle. " You plead with him, careful not to take an authoritative tone so not to make him aggressive.
Katsuki stares at the blood pouring from your wound before running an apologetic tongue over the cut as if to make it all better and it does. You find yourself relaxing into his touch once again as he layers your neck and chest with kisses and lick until you're pulsing with need. He can obviously smell you, his gills flaring slightly as his hand cups you through your panties. 
"Mate?" This time he gives you the courtesy of a question, his vermilion eyes looking to yours for permission so unlike his brash nature. 
The scientist in you marvels at the way he adapts to human culture but you could make a note of it later. Against your better judgement you find yourself nodding. 
God yes. You breathe as he tears through your panties and opens your legs to him.
For a brief moment the slick texture of his thick tail rubs against your pussy, teasing your clit and has you rubbing against him like an animal. With a whimper your hands glide down his chest and abs to the sheath resting against your pussy. Gentle hands press against it, urging his thick, heavy cock to spring forward and slap against your stomach. The sight had you drooling, the urge to suckle on the blunt and luscious head takes hold of your mind but katsuki is too impatient for that. He's already running against you leaking a milky white substance all over himself and you. You adjust yourself, opening your pussy to his aimless thrusts as he grows used to your human anatomy, his cock finally finding its home deep inside you.
His cock is nestled against your cervix instantly and leaves you utterly breathless.
What you were doing was wrong but in this moment you couldn't care less. You just want him to keep looking at you with those otherwordly eyes and fucking your ass against the glass. He makes a sound of pure bliss as his hands grip the base of your thigh, his claws dangerously close to piercing your flesh. Every ridge and bump of his cock snags on the walls of your cunt, his plump head batters against the one thing separating him from your womb 
Your pussy is so eager to accomadate his large length as pleasure frys all logical thoughts ubtil the only thiught left is to fuck. It has you acting on instinct, pushing and pulling, biting and scratching, demanding everything katsuki has to offer. The merman urges you on with his trills as your nails draw blood,the sting stirring in him to finish the job. His hips cant against yours faster than before as he forces your ankles over his broad shoulders. It's an unnatural borderline painful position but the stars that overtake your vision when he touches that spot inside you and has any complaints dying in a strangled moan on your lips.
"More." You whimper, crashing your lips into his as  your orgasam mounts.
Kasuki has reverted back to his mother tongue, murmuring words you can't understand but convey love and pleasure. He's reaching his end just like you, his grip bruising and his pace punishing. The room is filled with a symphony of shared purrs and moans. All it takes is one last brush against your weak spot to have you cumming around his dick, the pulsing of your walls clamping down makes him slow.
Red predatory eyes focus on yours, watching you through your orgasam as you buck and writhe between him and the glass. You try your hardest to keep your eyes open, you wanna see him cum too. What kind of face does he make? Is it like a mans? Will he stop once he's filled your pussy with cum or will he fuck you into oblivion? A high chirrup leaves him as he breaks eye contact, completely content as he thrusts into you like a blur before an odd warmth fills you up. 
His cock keeps going, pushing the mixture of your combined cum into the water as your eyes roll back and it seems to go on for eternity. He wont stop, his dick keeps slamming into you as his cum keeps filling you up and you think you'll break. Just when your at the edge of consciousness he stops, seemingly just as overstimulated as you when he suddenly pulls out and rests his twitching cock against your stomach.
"Fuck!" You breath, when you finally catch your breath from the intense high.
"Fuck." You feel your soul leave your body as the merman repeats the swear word
You have to be shitting me you hiss in disbelief as you realize you have to explain this new word to your superiors.
"Shitting me?"
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And that's how bakufish learned to swear.
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deisderium · 11 months ago
Modern badass mer stucky!
hi there, nonny!! idk if this is exactly what you had in mind, but here you go! Happy mermay! <3 
He’s a Catch
Steve knows that he goes hard. He's full tilt all the time, and it's wearing for most people. But he can't stop when he sees something going wrong. He doesn't like bullies and there are bullies all around.
Case in point: today.
After the class he TA'ed, he and Wanda had been cleaning up the room where Life Drawing 101 had been held, and some absolute entitled fucko had assumed that because she modeled nude for art class, she was looking for a dudebro to fuck her, and he hadn't liked the sound of no.  
Steve had gotten in his face long enough for Wanda to get out of there, and Wanda had thankfully gotten Professor Erskine, but Steve had taken a few hard hits in the interim. His friend Natasha has shown him how to fight--specifically how to fight when you're the smaller person--but his attempts at sneaky moves hadn't saved him from a black eye and a split lip when the other guy had at least half a foot and fifty pounds on him.
It's all right. Well, it's not all right, but he's not sorry he got involved, and he'd rather have a shiner than have Wanda get hurt. She's a good person, and a good friend.
Anyway, she'd given him some arnica for the bruise, and Proferssor Erskine had gently asked him to please be careful but also told him that he was a good man, and he's wandered off to his favorite place with his sketchbook to try to let the adrenaline bleed out of him and regains his equilibrium.
The Brooklyn Bridge Park has a lot of great views, but more importantly, it's close enough to the water that he can listen to the sound of it. The tide has had a pull on him his whole life; he can't explain it, but since his mother's death he's found even more comfort in coming here. It's fall, and it's not really warm, but he finds the little bridge he likes and heads down along the water a little ways, away from the path. It's quieter here--fewer people. He makes himself comfortable on some of the big stones that line the path and settles in to sketch.
Steve's wearing a black tee and ripped skinny jeans and a belt with silver spikes on it to match the barbell through his eyebrow. The blue and purple streaks in his hair match the frames of his glasses. He's got a bomber jacket, too, because it's chilly when you're sitting still to draw.
He draws the trees across the way and uses the flat of his pencil to block in waves, the reflection of buildings on the water, an object floating in the water--
Wait a minute, that object is someone's head. Who the fuck would be swimming in the East River? In October?
Steve stands up and sets his sketchbook aside, dithering. Do they need help? Did they somehow fall in the water or something?
The movement seems to catch the swimmer's eye, because they turn and look straight at Steve. The distance is too far for Steve to make out details, but he swears they hold each other's gaze for a few seconds, and then the other disappears beneath the waves.
Steve stares, waiting for the person to resurface, wondering already if he somehow imagined the whole thing. He finds himself holding his breath along with the person, trying to figure out how long before they'll have to gasp for air, even though with his shitty lungs, he should know better.
"You look like you're about to pass out," someone says from by his feet.
He jumps a little, startled, and looks down to see a man resting his folded arms on one of the rocks by his feet. His dark hair is slicked back from his head, drops of water trickling down his very high cheekbones, and his torso disappears into the river. There's no way he could possible have swum so far that fast, but Steve's sure it's the swimmer. He sits down quickly to get on the same level as the man.
"How are you not freezing?" he blurts out. It's around sixty degrees--very comfortable for sitting and drawing, fucking cold if you're in the water.
The man shrugs. "It's not that cold compared to the deep water."
"The deep--?" Steve has no idea what that's supposed to mean. 
 The man smiles at him, revealing pearl-white, too-sharp teeth. He straightens out his arms, and Steve can't help but but note that they're very muscular. Geometric tattoo bands wrap both his biceps, flexing with his movements. Steve swallows, but then his burgeoning thirst takes a sharp right into complete bewilderment as an enormous set of tail fins lift out of the water.
"Is that--" Steve can't even get the words out.
The man smiles at him. The light catches on a thin silver ring on his lower lip. He heaves himself out of the water so Steve can take in the place where his tail joins his waist because he's an actual fucking mermaid apparently.
Well. He owes his mother an apology. Sarah Rogers is a witch--that, he never doubted. He's seen her cast spells. But she told him there were supernatural creatures in the world, and he'd scoffed. You learn somethign new every day.
"I'm Steve," he tells the mermaid--merman? "Steve Rogers."
"I'm called Bucky in the air," the man--Bucky--says. He leans up and uses cool, gentle fingers to trace the edge of Steve's black eye. "What happened to you?"
"Got in a fight with a real asshole," Steve says, not without satisfaction.
"Do you get in fights a lot?" Bucky asks, smiling. He pulls his fingers away and Steve finds he already misses the touch.
"Only when people deserve it," Steve tells him.
"That's a good quality in a mate," Bucky tells him very seriously.
Steve chokes on air. "Really?" he manages, after a moment.
"Oh, yes," Bucky says. He tosses his hair back. It's dried enough that little strands of it escape and frame his face. It's a good look on him, but then Steve has yet to see a look that's not good on him. "You're pretty and a fighter. I want to court you."
Pretty? Steve can feel himself blushing. It's not the word he'd use to describe himself. "What does that mean?"
"Come back here tomorrow. I'll bring you a gift, and we can talk." Bucky bites his lip and smiles up at Steve.
"We can talk right now," Steve says. A gift? Hmmm. He'll have to think of something he can give to Bucky that will be all right under water. "And if you hold still, I'll draw you."
"You're an artist?" Bucky visibly perks up. Steve shows him the drawing he was working on and Bucky is gratifyingly impressed by it. Steve flips to a new page and starts sketching him.
"I'm a proficient hunter," Bucky says. "I'd be a good provider."
"Yeah?" Steve thinks it's pretty endearing that Bucky wants to make sure Steve knows he's a good partner. "What else do you like to do?"
They talk for almost two hours, until Steve realizes he's got to leave to make it back to campus for his next class.
"Same time tomorrow?" Steve asks. He'd thought this was kind of a joke, Bucky looking for a mate, but actually he really likes him, and he definitely wants to see him again. They agree to meet, and Steve walks off, whistling.
The next day finds him waiting by the water, happy and relieved when he sees a head of dark hair coming up to the surface.
Steve brings him the drawings he made yesterday: the river and Bucky himself, cleaned up and with more details--laminated. Bucky brings him a necklace made of delicate shells and links of chain that he shyly confesses he made himself.
They talk for hours, again, and Steve's face kind of hurts from smiling so much.
It's a start.
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