#Mermaid au for the OT3

[phantom-wolf]

@hetalia-polyship-week

Day 4: Supernatural

Ship: Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth I (reincarnated) x Alfred F. Jones

Cowritten with: @the-engdyssey

Summary: Once, the stories of mermaids loving human sailors had been as bountiful as the fish in the sea. She had grown up listening to the tales from older mermaids of the handsome human youths who dared traverse raging seas for one purpose or another. War, trade, new territory, spoils, splendor, and greed.

But never love. Or it seemed.

[polarwooly]

POV you're a sailor who stumbled in on date-night

[deuce-t]

Me: *has seperate Disney princess AUs for Worftroi, Worfriker, and Imzadi*

Also me: What if was WorfTroiRiker

[polypromptsmybeloved]

I’m gonna be trickier now. Fairy tale triad. Like I mean the classic fairy tales but make it polyamorous

Person A, B, and C are diffrent mythical creatures and for the sake of the prompt lets say that A is a mermaid, B is a fae, and C centaur.

Person A os often confined to water. As much as they enjoy swimming with B and C they wish they could join them on land. So B and C work together to make a small portable bowl for A to use so they can bring them along.

Person A, B, and C enjoy cuddling together but it is had because of A's tail, B's wings and C's legs. But they make it work.

Most people don't know that mythical creatures exsit, so only B is able to blend in with them. So they buy all sorts of things for A and C as gifts.

The three of them found an old abandoned castle (with water features for A) and thats where they love now. The three of them love roaming around and exploring it.

Person C reading fairy tales to the other two. Well, sorta. They enjoy mixing up the endings to make the mythical creaturs win, or changing the story to who it would actually go. They know the history of the forest and all its creaturs better then anybody.

[charbon-et-eau]

I am still thinking about Hoenn boys, specifically mer!Wallace AU.

I feel like it's been a million years since I colored and finished a piece of art. It's also been forever since I used this softer coloring style. Feels good.

Here are some more AU sketches.

And for anyone that's interested, I'll ramble a bit more about the AU under the cut.

So this AU of course centers around my Steven/Wallace/Brendan OT3 because I love them. It starts off with Wallace saving Steven from drowning (it's cliché but I gotta do it) and, after some shenanigans, he ends up staying with Steven and Brendan.

Wallace is from the mysterious mermaid city, Sootopolis, which is inaccessible to humans (the mermaids and water pokemon guard the underwater entrance and a mysterious air current makes traveling there via the air impossible). For this AU, I'm giving the mermaids whatever attributes allow me to have the most fun. Their tail transforms into legs when they're on land so they can easily blend in with humans and they can lure in, captivate, and briefly control humans with their siren song.

Wallace finds humans entertaining and is down bad for Steven as soon as he lays eyes on him. Prior to meeting Steven and Brendan, Wallace had a history of luring in hot guys with his singing to have sex with them. He also participated in contests for a short time and would usually find his targets at the contest hall. Steven is immune to his singing (Wallace is not happy about this). Brendan is not immune (Steven is not happy about this).

Steven and Brendan pretty much have a similar dynamic to my normal headcanons. They have that mentor/mentee thing going, but Steven is especially protective of Brendan in this au. They both have romantic/sexual feelings for the other but Brendan is too shy/inexperienced to do anything about it and Steven is an idiot.

It's not everyday that Brendan meets a mermaid so he thinks Wallace is super cool and quickly develops a crush. Steven is intrigued by Wallace but doesn't completely trust him.

Wallace wants Steven and initially sees Brendan as an obstacle, but he eventually realizes that he won't get anywhere with Steven if he's not nice to Brendan, so he warms up to him. And then he eventually catches feelings for Brendan too which Steven is not too pleased about.

I'll stop there for now. Hopefully I can draw more stuff for this AU when I have the energy because it's fun to think about and Wallace is very pretty. <3

[lockwood-ot3]

Lockwood & Co Fic Recs: cot3

Lucy/Lockwood/George fanfic recs! By no means comprehensive.

Last updated 7/8/23

I Found A Fox, Caught By Dogs by @twelfthbite Some of the best tension in a scene between L/L/G I have read. My goodness. light kink & D/s tone Literally Everything by TheMalapert but especially her L&Co Bodega Series which includes "Ghosts made them do it" Literally Everything by chahakyn / @shizuoi see my Author Spotlight for extended summaries!

Better than Before Series by @lemonsharks Stunning tension between cot3, then progresses further into the relationship. features the amazing line: "George, I," Lockwood said, then hesitated. "I like the way you look at me, too." Sweet Somethings Series by justice_for_skull (hyper_fix) Insanely hot series including free use & cockwarming. So hot, and soft at the same time.

Sink or Swim by @waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter Mermaid AU! Freedivers Lockwood and George; local mermaid Lucy

Someone Throw A Lifeline (I Don't Wanna Drown) by @waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter pre-cot3. Anthony Lockwood hates storms.

Interpolation (A Line We Drew In the Array) by @iantalks Great pacing, and ballet.

Honey honey honey (series) by @fromjannah Pre/developing Lucy/Lockwood/George

aftershocks by @aberfaeth Fantastic magic system theory concept, well-executed

Chivalry Fell on Its Sword by alphabetsoup4u cute get together fic

Kiss It Better by @wolfjawswriter Cute, with fun banter.

whiskers on kittens by 11pmbed great pacing, Locklye --> ot3 progression with fantastic confession from Lockwood

at last, peter rabbit made his way home by 11pmbed drunk!Lockwood & spot-on dynamics between the three of them

Tea for Three by IceAngels sweet ot3 w/ plenty of tea & an observant Portland Row neighbor

Could Never Want For More When I'm Here by @dont-offend-the-bees like a warm hug. fantastic ot3 dynamics!

Gunshots Are More Powerful Than Sheer Stubbornness by @between-two-fandoms such great Lockwood POV, showcasing how & why it's hard for him to be vulnerable. so sweet thunderbolt through my body by @sa-heelies amazing view of George thru Lockwood's perspective and it feels good to be known, so well by @paladinbaby Lucy & George, then George & Lockwood. it takes Lucy & lockwood a minute but they get it together pieces of you and me (and us) by @grasslandgirl bright and dark and beautiful

you should never know how easy you are to need by @grasslandgirl Lockwood develops Hanahaki. Death by heartbreak, and all. Dreadfully boring.

Dressed in Black (head to toe) by cherriepixie27 the Lockwood Dress Fic

Domino Effect by cherriepixie27 insanely hot Maysturbation fic - chain reaction of overhearing each other

chase the echoes from the rafters by @sanvitheartificer Three scenes of Lucy, Lockwood, and George loving each other on purpose.

Turning Saints into the Sea (Series) by @alphacrone “Georgie.” Lucy tilted her head up to look at him. “Do you love him?”

i'd blind myself to see it by @hazelnutchai Includes kissing (for science!) and then kissing (not for science)

Sundress Season by Lindzm1318 getting together Pride!fic with Lucy doing face paints, queer Kipps & Kat, (well, queer everyone) and Lucy irresistible in a sundress, of course. The Night Started Like Any Other by @siapom pre/developing cot3 featuring George in a too-small towel

Blinding Lights by @kennysbirthday Lockwood gets a migraine, and George knows how to help. Lucy follows his lead. featuring great banter

you only live forever in the lights you make by @thethinkingcloth two years after she was ghost-locked, Norrie wakes up. book spoilers! found family goodness, and not just for our cot3 The Care & Keeping of AJ Lockwood by FionaDunn featuring Dom!George with some smokin' hot dirty talk!

hug all your friends and let them know by @beautifulmakkaris Contrary to popular opinion, Lucy realises she’s in love with both boys on the same day.

Please also check out my cot3 fanfiction on Ao3 (Rainshadow07)

Updated 7.8.23

[alexagirlie]

Saw some others doing this and looks like fun

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Most of these are just in the bullet point /notes srages and only a couple are published but I'm counting them anyways XD

The Last Kingdom:

☆ MMA AU

☆ Bakery AU

☆ Monster they made me

☆ Taking Bebbanburg

☆ Stunt man Sihtric AU

☆ War of Hearts Series

☆ Danger Days Series

☆ Fuck Machine OT3

☆ Burnt Alive

☆ Music Festival Modern AU OT3

☆ Canon Era Prostitute Sihtric AU

☆ Necromancy AU

☆ January Omegaverse Challenge 2024

Dune:

☆ Ch 4 Magic AU aka We Daren't Go A-Hunting for Fear of Little Men

☆ Part 3 of A Night to remember

☆ Chapter 2 of Omega AU 1

☆ Ch 1 Omega AU 2

☆ Part 2 of the Paul/Duncan/Feyd omegaverse

☆ Part 3 of Close Your Eyes

☆ Moodboard Drabbleds: Sugar Daddy, Cyberpunk and Merpeople

☆ Part 2 of my Chani/Paul/Duncan AU

☆ Club Twink Paul AU

☆ Zombies AU

☆ Beautiful Boy AU

☆ Pirate/Lordling AU

☆ Harem/Concubine AU aka Fremen Duncan AU

☆ Reverse Little Mermaid AU

House of the Dragon:

☆ Another Life

☆ Ward

☆ Chiro!Aemond AU

☆ Jealousy AU

☆ Pegged Sequel

☆ Wolfgan

... there are so many here holy shit...

Okay so I'm not actually going to tag as many people as I have WIPs because I dont think I have that many writer friendos on here haha

No pressure tags: @whitedarkmoonflower @gemini-mama @mrsarnasdelicious @thelettersfromnoone @valeskafics @toms-cherry-trees @shadikaofdune @lord-aldhelm @nights-ofren @almostg @imnotoverlyobsessive @julyzaa @poetic-fiasco @the-common-cowgirl

and whoever else I have forgotten 😆

[norel-ravenclaw]

Writing Prompt Lists For Romance & Smut

Feel free to use this list, anything on it, edit it, repost, whatever!

🚩 Triggering and disturbing concepts throughout, scroll down only if you are willing to see them.

This list is for me lol, it has my likes and tastes only. Please suggest anything you'd like to see here, but to have everything you want, please use it and edit it yourself.

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ROMANCE TROPES

Power Imbalance

1. Social standing difference

2. Maid / Butler

3. All grown up

4. Boss & assistant

5. Villain

6. Big & smol (size difference)

7. Protector / Bodyguard

8. Guardian

9. May-December love / Age gap

10. Dom & sub

11. Enforcement & Prisoner

12. Professor & Student

13. Kidnapped / Abduction

14. Obsession

15. Slavery

Marriage & such

16. Innocent cohabitation

17. Arranged marriage

18. Marriage before romance

19. Altar diplomacy (political marriage)

20. Marriage pact

Other

21. Love triangle

22. OT3 / Harem AU

23. Bachelor(ette) auction

24. Secret admirer

25. First love

26. One bed~

27. Forced proximity

28. Amnesia

Magic & Paranormal

29. Love potion

30. Gods / and mortal

31. Cursed

32. Mythology

33. Incubus / Succubus

34. Demon / Angel

35. Fae (tricked into being lover?)

36. Witch Coven

37. Soulmates

38. Vampires

39. Mermaid

40. Werewolf pack / mates

41. Dreamscape

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ROLEPLAYS

Power Imbalance

1. Enforcement & Prisoner

2. Protector / Bodyguard

3. Guardian

4. Arranged marriage

5. Maid / Butler

6. Villain

7. Boss & assistant

8. Social standing difference

9. Age gap

10. Professor & Student

11. Uniform (school, military, holy, ect.)

12. Amnesia

Y'all REALLY Kinky

13. Kidnapped / Abduction

14. Abduction as seduction: a kink where the abductor/kidnapper treats the victim in a loving manner

15. Master & Slave

16. Stalker

17. Harpaxophilia - sexual arousal from being the victim of a robbery

18. Pet play

Magic & Paranormal

19. Love potion

20. Gods / and mortal

21. Mythology

22. Incubus / Succubus

23. Demon / Angel

24. Fae (tricked into being lover?)

25. Witch Coven

26. Vampires

27. Mermaid

28. Werewolf pack / mates

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KINKS

Mild

1. Praise & Reassurance (technically kinks right? maybe?)

2. Voice kink

3. Overstimulation

4. Edging

5. Size difference

6. Quirofilia - sexual arousal to hands

7. Blindfolds

8. Dirty talk

9. Tripsolagnophilia - massage fetish

10. In bath

11. Toys

Moderate

12. Bondage (Vincilagnia: kink for being tied up and at the mercy of another person)

13. Collar & Leash

14. Enforcement / Prisoner

15. Begging

16. Discipline

17. Maid / Butler

18. Somnophilia - arousal or sexual acts with a sleeping person

19. Thigh fucking

20. Katoptronophilia - sexual arousal from doing a sexual activity in front of a mirror

21. Plugs & vibrators in public

Hot damn...

22. Consensual non consent/dubious consent

23. Hair pulling

24. Choking

25. Pet play

26. Voyeurism

27. Exhibitionism

28. Age gap

29. Triolism (threesome)

30. Fear play

31. Kidnapping / Abduction

32. Abduction as seduction: a kink where the abductor/kidnapper treats the victim in a loving manner

33. Master & slave

Remember your safe words and protection kids! ~

[littlesparklight]

I'm indulging with an OT3 Mermay AU I'll post later, but I'll either want to get further or finish before I start to post. So, for now, call this an intro snippet?

"Is that a dolphin?"

Turning around to where Helen was looking off to the right, Menelaos squinted. Something large had ended up beached along the surf.

"It's too long and… snakey? for a dolphin, isn't it? A large squid?"

Not that he'd heard of dead giant squid washing up on beaches in the Mediterranean.

"Let's have a look," Helen proclaimed and immediately went to pick her way down the rocks.

Groaning, Menelaos still followed his wife, though what they could even do, he didn't know. If it was a stranded dolphin - which he still doubted - they might be able to get it out deep enough themselves, otherwise they'd need to go back and make a call. If it wasn't… he wasn't sure what else it could be.

"Oarfish?" Menelaos called after Helen, who threw a hand up and he chuckled - he could very easily imagine her scoff.

"There are no oarfish or giant squid in these waters!" she called, exasperated. "Swordfish, maybe?"

Maybe. It might be about the right size for that, and maybe the build was right. It still looked too… sinuous, but that might just be the distance. And if it was a swordfish, it'd already be dead. Which would make it all the easier for them, since then they could just leave it behind, compared to a living dolphin that might yet be saved with a bit of effort and attention.

"Probably--- Helen?" Menelaos called, surprised when she slowed to a stop some distance away from the fish. "What--- is it."

Menelaos, having caught up, stopped as well, the sand and gravel shifting with a soft, sliding crunch under his unsteady weight.

It wasn't a swordfish.

Or an oarfish or a small giant squid, either, for that matter. In fact, either of those two options would have made more sense, been more realistic, than what was laying in the red-tinted surf, the sand below washed clean of the blood still pumping out of a long gash down the side of that long, sinuous tail they'd noted earlier with every breaking wave.

"Are you seeing this?" Helen asked, her voice no more than a whisper.

Her hand closed about his, clutching hard and even her rather short nails digging into his flesh. Menelaos found no voice to protest the pinching pain, busy gaping, instead. This couldn't be right. He was sure--- But blinking changed nothing; the figure a couple meters away was still there. Breathing, certainly, and it wasn't that it was impossible to make a puppet or animatronic as lifelike as what they were looking at, Menelaos was sure, but the skin that gleamed under the sun was not plastic, nor silicone. The longer they stood there, the more, not less, real the thing looked.

"If you mean, am I seeing a mermaid? Then yes."

It - she? - was turned away from them, so all they were currently seeing was a wet, sand-encrusted back with some rather fine musculature and long, long curls that were pale in the sun, but might have been some shade of pale brown and not dark blonde. There were also a small pair of curving horns, like cow horns, perhaps, and it almost seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite decide why. If the mermaid had been laying lower in the the water, she might have looked like an unconscious human at first blush, the transition between human torso and fish-like tail hidden among the swell.

But the mermaid was lying high up, the waves washing up barely wetting her hips at the highest. There was no denying the gleam of scattered scales about the hips that clustered into fully covering everything, no denying the long, long tail, muscular but sleek, the scales in shimmering blue-greens and a twisting, delicate pattern of pearlescent white. It didn't really look like any fish tail Menelaos had ever seen - more snake-like, like he'd first thought, than fish-like, despite the very much fish-like scales and fins.

And then there was the wound snaking itself partway down the tail, revealing pink flesh underneath instead of a fish's white meat. Boat propeller, probably. A wound like any poor dolphin might be struck by, but this was no dolphin, and the mundanity of the injury compared to what was injured almost choked a laugh out of him.

"We have to do something," Helen proclaimed, a bare glance his way before she surged forward.

"Helen, wait!"

Menelaos let himself be pulled along, however. What were they supposed to do? Leave? Let someone else find the… the mermaid? Make an emergency call? Laughable. He just wasn't sure what they were going to, or could even, do, if they didn't do any of those things.

"Here, help me---"

Helen had barely brushed a surprisingly strong-looking shoulder when the mermaid - merman, rather - surged up, twisting away from them as he twisted around, shaking and pale-faced. He was flat as a board, if sleekly so, and had an Adam's apple, so definitely male. Even if, as Menelaos glanced down with embarrassing quickness while reflexively steadying Helen so she didn't fall on her ass, the merman was also flat below. But as fish-like as he was below the hips, maybe he just didn't---

Menelaos shook his head, ashamed and awkward. Knelt down on reflex and held his hand out.

"You need help," he said, keeping his voice soft and even.

Because that much was clear. The wound was still bleeding, if only sluggishly, and at this point that was probably a cause for alarm rather than relief; it was no small wound, and the merman was clearly struggling holding himself up. Maybe this would be a very short-lived rescue, but that frankly made the idea of standing up and leaving even less attractive. They couldn't just walk away.

"We will help you," Helen insisted quietly, her voice dipping into a deep, soothing hum. "If you let us."

[heidiamalia]

20 questions for fic writers

thanks @ninzied <3!!

How many works do you have on ao3? 12

What's your total ao3 word count? 77,624

What fandoms do you write for? Kastle

Top five fics by kudos: Hidden Treasure - amy sets kastle on a road trip to florida Canvassed - frank gets some news /pre-tps2 theory Like The Wind - karen runs [right into frank]/daredevil s3 au The Blood In The Blue - the mermaid au Split Sutures - karen in hospital /pre-tps2 theory

Do you respond to comments? I do! always!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ooh i dont think ive done one myself. closest i can think is the merm fic.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? pffff... all of them? maybe Hidden Treasure or Like The Wind.

Do you get hate on fics? immmmm not popular enough, i dont think. i've not encountered any, so i take that as luck.

Do you write smut? lolno. i am not that skilled sorryyy

Craziest crossover: ive not done a crossover, technically! its all within the nmcu between daredevil and punisher characters.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? i'm not aware if i ever did, no.

Have you ever had a fic translated? no, but i would never be opposed!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? i would not be brave enough haha.

All time favorite ship? on ao3 to write? bit limited there lolol kastle

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - frank takes a holiday and dismantles a dogfighting ring. - parker as a cyborg!au with hardison&eliot as college roommates [leverage ot3] - caroline's life into the future before klaus is inevitably returned [tvd/to klaroline]

What are your writing strengths? ooph. character studies. building a moment.

What are your writing weaknesses? dialogue, probably? someone else tell me.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? if i were to involve another language its gotta be clear the reader understands i only speak one and i have done everything in my power to not JUST utilize google translate. but also to read other fics with another language involved, it helps if theres a footnote for clarity.

First fandom you wrote in? on ao3!!!! kastle. daredevil/the punisher NMCU sky high was the first fandom i wrote for.

Favorite fic you've written? Hidden Treasure! i'm still not sure how i managed some of those lines or where they came from.

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer OT3 Week, Day Five: Nontraditional Soulmates

In the home stretch of @ot3-week's OT3 Week, and we've come to a good one today -- "Nontraditional soulmates!" Which, of course, is a perfect opportunity for me to bust out the Soulmates AU I came up with for the trio! :D I did two fics for this for last year's Polyship Week, and this one is sort of the sequel to the first, "Day Four: Soulmates." (The second being "Day Six: Drabble(s)," and coming even later in the timeline.) That story dealt with Victor running into Alice in the Whitechapel marketplace and accidentally activating their soulbond, only for a slightly-panicked Alice to run, leaving Victor to report the discovery to his other soulmate Smiler alone -- here, we have Alice, having mostly gotten over her initial "SHIT IT'S MY SOULMATE I'M NOT READY" reaction, finding her way to Victor via the bond so they can actually talk -- only to hesitate right outside his door...

--

All right. Here we are. No turning back now...no matter how much I kind of want to turn back.

Alice rocked anxiously on her heels, staring at the door in front of her. It was a pretty plain, ordinary door, all things considered. Little more than a flat piece of wood with a handle attached. Oh sure, there was a bit of perfunctory decoration in the form of a couple of shallow squares roughly dug out of the front, and the usual assortment of nicks and dings acquired from daily living, but other than that – it was an uncomplicated door for an uncomplicated building. There was nothing special or interesting about it at all, really.

Beyond the fact that one Victor Van Dort, her soulmate, was behind it.

Alice swallowed, worrying her lip with her teeth. It is so bizarre to just – know he’s there, she thought. With the sort of rock-solid certainty I don’t have about anything else in my life right now. But then – he must know I’m here, right? Why doesn’t he just – open the door? Spare me the trouble of knocking? But then again, he didn’t try to chase me when I ran from him in the market...perhaps he assumes that I still want to make the first move. And since we can only share emotions, not actual thoughts, I can’t really correct him. She sighed. Bloody hell – whoever or whatever force tied our lives together, it could have given us proper telepathy instead of just its poor cousin.

“It could have,” Cheshire agreed, sitting by her feet. “But it didn’t. Time to turn thought into action and spur him forward in the process.” He gave her a trademark grin, teeth glittering in the dim light of the hallway. “Or purrhaps spur forward someone else.”

Don’t you lot even think of intruding, Alice scolded, giving him her best glare. I mean, yes, he probably knows about you and Wonderland already, and how mucked-up my mind is, but – my stomach’s already in knots about this. She ran her thumb over her wrist, tracing the faint line that only she – and Victor – knew about. I don’t need the stress of having to wrangle you or Caterpillar or Hatter or God forbid the Queen of Hearts into the bargain.

“Have it your way,” Cheshire said, fading to eyes and smile. “Though I think you’ll soon find it’s not only us who can intrude.”

And with that, he was gone – predictably before she could ask him what the hell he meant. She looked up and down the hallway, but there was no one else there – and none of the doors to the other flats in this place looked ready to open anytime soon. “Maddening,” she muttered, shaking her head. “As if I needed any help in that regard...”

But he’d had a point before he’d vanished – nothing was going to happen if she didn’t make it happen. Alice ran her fingers through her hair to neaten it a bit, brushed off her skirts, then plucked up her courage and rapped smartly on the door. A moment later, it opened –

Revealing, of all people, Nanny’s new bartender at the Mangled Mermaid.

Alice stared. The bartender – one Smiler Alton, if she recalled correctly – stared back. Then, just before it could get awkward, they snorted. “Oh – that Alice,” they said, apropos of nothing. “I didn’t think I lived in that coincidental a universe.”

“...beg pardon?” Alice said, for lack of anything better.

“What she said.”

Victor appeared in the doorway behind Smiler, looking as confused as she felt. “Uh – hello,” he greeted her, before turning his attention to his – roommate? “‘That Alice?’”

“From the Mermaid,” Smiler explained, glancing up at him. “She’s Nan’s old charge – dropped by a couple of times to talk to her. Didn’t expect to see you under these circumstances,” they added in her direction.

“When it comes down to it, neither did I,” Alice said, tilting her head. “You and Victor live together?”

“Ah – yes,” Victor said, twisting his tie. Alice found herself resisting the urge to fiddle with her own blouse’s collar as the nerves poured off him and into her. “I – I d-don’t know how much the b-bond told you, but...well...”

“Hi,” Smiler cut in, sporting their namesake expression. “I’m your other soulmate.”

...Not even “beg pardon” seemed sufficient for that. “What?” Alice blurted. “You – but – what?”

“Yes, ah, sometimes – sometimes you can get two,” Victor said, shooting Smiler a look before favoring her with an awkward smile. “It’s, um, k-kind of a long story...how about you come in?”

“There’s tea and biscuits in it for you,” Smiler promised, stepping out of the way.

No, I want you to explain to me what the hell you mean by “sometimes you can get two” right now – but before Alice could put words to tongue, she caught sight of Smiler’s arm, resting against the door frame. Specifically, their wrist, leaned up against the wood above their head. Even more specifically, the thin scar running along said wrist –

That looked very, very much like the kind one might get if they’d taken a blunt spoon to their flesh in a desperate attempt to end their life. Alice swallowed and nodded. “I – I think I could use some tea right now, thank you.”

[bioplast-hero]

Lure

40k • mature + • tdbkdk ot3

Deku’s got a secret mer boyfriend. Not so secret anymore— not when he needs Kacchan’s help to sail away with his pretty fish boy before summer's end. Katsuki isn't exactly on board with that. And the closer he gets to figuring out why, the harder it is to imagine letting them go.

Coastal town mermaid AU recently completed for MerMay! Featuring fisherman's son Katsuki, childhood friend Izuku, & siren Shouto.

[Read the fic on AO3]

[hurricane-heatt]

FIRSTLY i do not know how i hadn't seen your ao3 before now and i'm losing my MIND i'm about to read it all bc i just read casualty of you and now i'm SCREECHING secondly... the fic writer questions: 11, 4, 30, 49! x

FIRSTLY AWAHHHH THABK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! i hope u enjoy <3333

secondly gonna stick these answers below the cut!!! just because i started rambling ehe

11- Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

oh absolutely pairing-wise it will always be sebmark for me… i think i am just entirely struck by the different phases of their relationship? 2009 is an entirely different vibe to 2013 who is an entirely different vibe to 2017 and that makes fic writing them sooo fun for me its never a chore to write sebmark. beyond this teammate rivalries are just absolutely compelling to me i think the dynamics and intricacies are so so interesting, especially gaining more insight on that from marks book was just eeeee i loved it (fuck u helmut marko for everything you ever do). personality wise too they both suit each other well in terms of rpf and they dynamics that i’ve always written and like writing.

character wise i love writing seb. i rlly hope i do him justice because i just love his voice and his humour and his mannerisms. he’s my love ever and i love him so any pairings with him in i am always heart eyes over.

4 - What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

i’m gonna take this as any fic i’ve written so! i think anything in good men die too verse i am hugely proud of. i did a bit of research for crush about street racing (a lack of in thoroughfare which i often get annoyed about but oh well) and so i think i got the car types right. either way it sounds professional so shrug!

an unreleased fic i have a bit of detail on is my siren!seb fic, its entirely unfinished but i did some research about mythology surrounding mermaids and sirens and think it’s pretty good in that!!!

30 - Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

oh boy most of my ot3 fest fics (i have three fulfilled hopefully! haha 3) were quite a new experience. i won’t spoil a ton but writing threesomes is hard man. lots of limbs

49 - What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

ehehehe. its a another fucking sebmark au! heir to father’s business seb nearly gets assassinated and his driver mark (annoying, gets in the way, keeps making fun of him) saves his life and thus is made his bodyguard in order to protect him. he hates mark already but this really pisses seb off, a constant shadow. also it’s called bad for business yes like the sabrina carpenter song

it’s going to be my first multi chapter and i’m anxious as balls about it and i really kind of hate the tone at the minute so it needs reworking. first chap is basically done but want three written before i post anything just for my own sanity. but here’s a little snippet of them winding each other up

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Why has Britta put the medicine on the top shelf, for fuck’s sake, she knows he’s not that tall. He gets on his tiptoes, but the box is pushed further back by the tips of his fingers, rather than grabbing it.

“Let me, Mr Vettel.”

And then, the lean body of Sebastian’s driver against the back of him, reaching up to the shelf with zero effort. His fingers dash against Sebastian’s, and it’s a much more successful retrieval, bringing down the box of pills to his height.

Sebastian turns, putting his back to the countertop, the bare skin under his hoodie just brushing the cool marble. He’s close enough that he can smell Webber’s cologne - sharp. Masculine. Like the rest of him, ever predictable.

Webber takes a short step back, probably assessing how abnormally close they were. He puts the box into Sebastian’s open palm. The pills shake inside upon impact. He’s pleased, but through gritted teeth, like a dog finally being allowed a treat.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

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so yeah!!!! i rlly hope i do finish it and get it out because the idea has been brewing for months.

thank u so much for all the questions and ofc the love for casualty of you <33

[thecrackshipdiaries]

irresist-a-belle asks: can you do a gif set for the little mermaid: [elizabeth olsen as ariel], [phoebe tonkin as vanessa, in this au she’s ursula’s sapphic daughter], [emmy rossum as princess erica, genderswap eric] as ot3. thank you

Hello @irresist-a-belle​ 

I hope you like them!

📝𝐾𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝐴𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒📚

[flosalatus]

SHIPPING INFO //ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

tagged: stole from @skytired tagging: @hxvemxnd @knaivcs(and ur other blogs), @wolfcross @crucifixedsin @halcyon--mind @millionsnife (and ur side blogs) and whoever finds this

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

Vashwood. More Vashwood-jk VashMeryl is good, v cute Mashwood is a big ot3 too

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I mean Vash is canonically over 150 so like-

No but for general ships and/or like...a normal modern au lense, maybe 10 years max given both parties are at least 20 or over

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

I think anything like....explicit? Making out and getting handsy is more like 'sugestive content' and toeing the line but tipping it into Actual Sex and/or explicit wording is when I'd start to slap on readmores and be more strict on tagging. But my sin tag is pretty catch all

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Yeeees and no? I'm an easy person to ship with, chances are I've already considered it. As long as it's not something I *don't* ship I'll be down for it probbaly.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Kelpy opened my third eye to VashMilly as a ship, but otherwise I think it's like....bro just offer me a ship and I'll probbaly do it.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Another yes and no situation. Would I like explicit confirmation you wanna ship? Yes pls

Will I also accept shippy/hinted interactions as permission? Yeah probbaly

I will bite at the slightest lure-

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

Yeah I'll admit im I little ship obsessed, I love it, because I see ships as an opertinity for so many dynamics. These two characters are together? Lets put them through All The Situations to see if that bond can last, if it will strengthen or fray

I also like shipping the same ships with diferent muns because theres almost ALWAYS a diferent dynamic, i am agressivly multiship

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

Vashwood is kind of an eternal default for me. Bring me vashwood and i will sell you my soul. But ive also attached hard to @halcyon--mind and mona as a ship bc shes just

a really good oc and a really nice, friendly mun and they gave me brainrot with a mermaid au

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Just ask me, or send me shippy memes, it's very unlikely I will say no

[lesbian-in-leather]

Could you do the Open Sea au and the Vehemently Familial Dynamic au for the WIPs?

Yes I MOST CERTAINLY CAN (once again, snippets from both are under the cut. They're both long ones this time... oops)

Open Sea AU

Okay, so this one was initially inspired by a writing prompt (which is linked in my planning doc but the account seems to have gone?? :( basically it was 'imagine your otp/ot3 as a mermaid/siren/sailor) and then it... spiralled. So far out of my own control

Basically, Esmé is a pirate captain, (Netflix)Olivia is a selkie, and Jacquelyn is a mermaid. Also Georgina is there as like, a (Greek mythology) Circe-esque sorceress. Esmé's crew mutinies (led by Olaf, because of course) and she meets Jac and Olivia and... yeah it turned into a whole fantasy saga wherein she's determined to get her ship back, is clearly hiding something, and the other three lowkey forget how fragile humans are as they form a polycule because why not. It's a fun one! But also has angst in it because... come on. It's me

Vehemently Familial Dynamic

Also known as the Villainous Violet AU which I feel like I mention a lot on here. But! I shall do it again!

Instead of being a full AU, this one's canon divergent in the sense that the infamous schism happens much later on. As a result, the Baudelaires and Quagmires are not only raised in close proximity to one another, but they also have a whole network of weird VFD aunts, uncles and cousins, even if they don't actually know anything about the organisation. The first part just focuses on them being raised in this way, which some flashbacks and references to the adults as kids, and ends with the schism eventually happening (because all good things must come to an end). The second part is where Villainous Violet comes in, because the schism happens only a short while before the Baudelaire fire, and she chooses to side with her favourite aunts and uncle... Esmé, Georgina, and Olaf. The events of the series almost happen, but distorted by the new history the kids have experienced, and with Violet going on her own journey away from her siblings while they search for her, believing her to have been kidnapped by the firestarters. I haven't written much for it yet but I do desperately want to because I have so many ideas

((Content Warning for a drugged character under the cut))

Open Sea AU:

“Olaf?”

“Just a little further, my pet.” His voice was brimming with mirth, as if he was trying not to laugh, and her brow furrowed a little.

Her eyelids felt heavy, as if she were waking up from a deep sleep, and it was all she could do to keep them open as they made their way onto the deck. The crew were looking at her, and she knew she should care more, knew she shouldn’t have let them see her like this, but her mind was so… slow. It felt like it was covered in a thick blanket of fog, and her thoughts were as hazy as a distant ship, passing on the horizon.

She felt her head drop for a moment and she jolted upright, but it didn’t shake the heaviness in her limbs, or the tiredness pulling at her mind. Olaf suddenly pushed her and she lurched forward, barely managing to grab the railing in time to stop her fall. She stayed there, swaying slightly as she watched the dark water far below. And, finally, her mind registered the sound she was hearing. The sound she’d been hearing, ever since Olaf took her through that door. Laughter. The crew was… laughing at her.

Her grip tightened on the railing, anger cutting a path through the haze like a white hot knife, and she forced herself to stand properly, turning to glare at Olaf. She only managed a few staggering steps toward him before her legs gave out.

“What the fuck,” she tried to sound threatening, but her voice was weak, even to her own ears, “Have you done to me?”

“I told you,” Olaf said, through the laughter she could hear bubbling up in his own throat, “It’s a surprise!” this made everyone laugh more, and the world spun around her. She felt like she was going to be sick; and lurched forward suddenly, catching herself with one hand as she retched, her whole body convulsing.

“Now, now, now, none of that,” he grabbed her hair with one hand, yanking her back until she was kneeling upright on the deck. She tried to focus on the leering faces around her, but they all seemed to blur into one spinning circle. “Do you have any idea how difficult it was, slipping you that drug? Can’t have you vomiting it all up now, can we? Not until we’ve taken full advantage.”

The words clanged in her head like alarm bells, but they still took far too long to make sense. He’d drugged her. Fuck. She tried to breathe deeply, in through her nose, out through her mouth – tried to get her mind to fucking focus. She was dimly aware of her arms being pulled behind her back, and the roughness of ropes on her wrists.

“You can’t do this.” Her voice cracked, and she could barely muster up the energy to use it at all. Her body was so heavy, willing her to succumb to the darkness of sleep.

“Oh, but I can. You see, we’ve all had enough of taking your orders, Captain. So we’ve decided on a little… change in management.” He hauled her up with one hand under her shoulder, her muscles screaming in protest. One of the other crew members came to tie her feet, and she felt the pull of it on the rope that bound her hands. She tried to work out what that meant, but her mind was so slow… they’re tying my hands and feet together. She kicked at him, but the movement was weak, and it only made the rest of them laugh harder.

“You won’t last a month without me. You need me.” It was true. She was certain of it, even in her diminished state – none of them ever thought about the big picture.

“Perhaps. Once. But not anymore, sweetheart.” Her lip curled into a snarl at the pet name. He knew how much she hated that in front of the crew. It made her look weak. Pathetic. Not that she needed any help with that right now, drugged and bound in her nightgown. He was in front of her again now, and she could see the glint of victory in his eye. “That last score today was a nice bonus, I have to admit – and now we have the trade routes, I think we’ll be just fine without you.”

Of course. Because she’d told him what her plan was. They’d make enough money from that that they could hire a fucking strategist if they wanted to. She could hear her heart beating a wild, panicked rhythm in her ears as the reality of the situation set in. But still, her body just wouldn’t. Move.

“I’m sorry it had to end like this,” he said, eyes shining as if he was telling a particularly funny joke, “But that’s just the way it is, my sweet.” He took her chin in one hand and kissed her, more for the benefit of the crew than anything else. They cheered and whistled as if it were some great performance. How long has he been training them for this?

He pulled back, still holding her face, and she managed to spit on his shirt. His face contorted with rage and disgust, and she felt the slap before she’d even realised it was coming.

“I am your Captain!” she managed, though her voice was hoarse and weak, and what was supposed to be a shout came out closer to a gasp.

Olaf leaned close, his face merely a hair’s breadth from her own as he sneered; “Not anymore.”

She barely had time to register the words before he pushed her, right in the centre of her chest, and she went tumbling over the railing and down, down, down into the freezing water below.

Vehemently Familial Dynamic:

There are a great many places that one could begin a great many stories. Some authors choose to begin in the centre of the action, in which case this story would start at the end of Act Three on the opening night of a particular performance of the Italian opera La Forza del Destino, which involved far more poison darts than scripted. Some stories beginning with the birth of the protagonists, but there are so many of those in this particular tale that it would take pages and pages of writing before any of them had even learned to speak. Another option is to begin in a rather disconcerting dream, only to have our central character awaken in a fright to the darkness of their bedroom. But if you know this story like I do, then I’m certain you will agree that the unfortunate people concerned within it are confronted with more than enough horror in their waking hours, and to have them awaken in a perfectly safe environment would likely set entirely the wrong tone.

It is hard to begin at the beginning, as there are so many beginnings to choose from, but there is one rather significant event that shaped the course of history, and so that is where I feel I must begin. I implore you not to read any further, as this tale is filled with betrayal, loss and heartbreak, and I fear the longer you read, the fewer happy reprieves you will find in between. If, however, you are like me, and have dedicated your life to documenting the childhoods of the Baudelaire orphans, then I’m sure that not only will you continue reading the beginning, but you will read until the lonely, bitter end.

As I am sure many of you will be aware, whether from your own research or from reading about it in the Daily Punctilio (a thoroughly disreputable newspaper that I would most certainly not recommend), this story begins with a terrible fire. Despite the efforts of the Official Fire Department, this fire burned down the Baudelaire home with the Baudelaire parents inside it, leaving behind the kind of aching grief that you can only really understand if you’ve lost someone close to you – particularly if that person was very kind, and very flammable. You may also be aware that a distant Baudelaire relative – a certain Count who, for the moment, will remain unnamed – opened his home and took on the difficult task of raising a child who was not his own. He was known throughout the City, but behind closed doors he had a terrible habit involving consuming copious amounts of wine and shouting at people who really did not deserve to be shouted at. As a small, black car pulled up on the drive of the large, imposing house, even smaller hands pressed themselves to the window to see the man himself, standing outside a grand front door that remained slightly ajar – the word ‘ajar’ here means ‘slightly open, so the Count didn’t end up shutting himself out of his own home and making a rather foolish and embarrassing first impression’. A very busy banker, who was in charge of the Baudelaire fortune until the young heiress came of age, opened the car door and waved a rushed hello to the Count as the two began a brief conversation about the Baudelaire adoption that was two quiet and hurried for anyone else to make much sense of, especially a child with very limited knowledge of legal terminology. With everything apparently straightened out to his satisfaction, the banker returned to his now empty car and drove away, leaving the Count as the official Baudelaire guardian.

“Hello, hello, hello. Won’t you come in, my dear?” the Count here asked a question that is known as ‘rhetorical’ – meaning that, although it may appear as though he was asking a genuine question, he did not require an answer, because he had already decided that the answer would be ‘yes’. He took a tiny hand in his, and strode inside the building, closing the door behind them with an echoing ‘clunk’.

And that was the beginning of the story. It is not important that I fill you in on all of the following details – though we must start at the beginning of the tale, my editor has assured me that it is also absolutely necessary to omit certain details so this account of Baudelaire history does not reach an overwhelming length for anyone else tasked with the unfortunate task of researching their lives. And since I cannot think of any other reason to read my writing, I’m sure that your own research will mean you already know many of the facts surrounding the following years. I’m sure that you will know how the four-year-old Beatrice Baudelaire met her five-year-old third cousin four times removed, and new adoptive brother, Olaf, in that entrance hall. I’m certain you will know that the Count, aided by his Countess, were perfectly decent guardians to them both, treating Beatrice in precisely the same manner with which they treated their biological son, and that the Count soon quit drinking altogether when he realised the effect it was having on his behaviour. I’m sure you’re aware that the fire that killed Beatrice’s parents was neither the first, nor, I am sorry to say, the last in the sad history of the Baudelaire family, and that it begun a change in Beatrice’s life that would change the course of their history forever.