#crimson rivers 15

[kenzie1alizabeth]

Rereading Crimson Rivers again and I just finished chapter 15. I am, as expected, not doing well.

[darkchocolatedimples]

can i write fanfiction about a fanfiction

[aystoria]

Crimson Rivers Chapter 15: Loss

As usual my thoughts are below the cut with spoilers

I don’t like how ominous the author’s note is: “also maybe read where you can cry without anyone seeing you!”

Oh my poor boy James (and Regulus because he’s very concerned)

BABY, REGULUS? BABY?

I’m a blubbering mess

Evan, you’re great, you’re a real one

Infection is going to be an issue isn’t it?

“Only one bottle of antiseptic” I think I’ve seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending

Regulus is a softie for James 😭

EVAN “you did” I CAN’T

"Sirius, you're going send something to fix him, or so help me, when I get out of here, I'm going to rip all of your hair out right from the scalp until you're fucking bald." I ADORE HIM

I am loving this dynamic between Regulus “lover boy”, James “baby”, and Evan “you did”

“I don’t want them to change you.” 😭😭 AND “They already have, love.” Just take my heart and stomp on it, it’d hurt less

“WHAT HAPPENED TO NOT HESITATING” I AM SCREAMING

A FOREHEAD KISS IM SCREAMING AGAIN

“A PARTING GIFT” AND I CONTINUE SCREAMING

James :((((

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

EVAN

QUINN FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

I AM HEARTBROKEN

"Well, I'm not the type to have a best friend, but if I were, it would have been you." I am but a husk of a person

“I miss my brother” YOU REALLY DIDN’T NEED TO DO THAT AUTHOR

Oh you’re NOT about to give me a Sirius POV right after that…

On a side note, where did mulciber go if he wasn’t with regulus OR evan?

HALLOW IS HOLLOW!!! AND THE REVOLUTION BEGINS

OH FUCK I KNEW MULCIBER WAS DOING SOMETHING BAD…

[ruanais]

。。。 FOUR, NINE, THIRTEEN 。。。

• — { omnipresent. chapter one: }

• — {warnings : mentions of suicide, dark content, no nsfw but things that could be triggering, dazai :P , bad writing, reader curses a lot, maybe some typos, etc. etc.}

• — {special thanks to : silver for helping me write + plan the plot, thank u to red and kat for taking their time to beta read, and thank u to mai for also helping with the plot ! }

• — { tagging the people who expressed interest ! @settingssun | @silverbladexyz @cheriiyaya | @kxttqi | @riiwrites + comment under this post to be tagged ! }

THE FIRST TIME Dazai Osamu met you, it was midnight. he was just walking to a bar and you were on the edge of a bridge railing, dressed in a school uniform. probably from a prestigious high school and not more than 15, he guessed when he took a better look at you. 

it was raining a storm, Rain had soaked through your clothes, and your hair was drenched. Paired with the harsh wind, you must be freezing. 

You were looking down at the river, a rather far away look in your eyes as you were seemingly in a dilemma, weighing two choices and- 

oh. 

dazai had already got the gist of what you were about to do, yet made no motion whatsoever. still and silent as a shadow, even when you took in a sharp breath and stepped off, falling down to the river’s current

a splash and you were gone forever, leaving him alone on the bridge.

now he was blankly staring at where you were mere seconds ago. not caring to even move. rooted at where he was. but several questions ran through his mind at that moment.

did you notice him staring? 

it wasn’t any use thinking about it so he let it go. 

the second time he encountered you, he had heard a series of gunshots then quickly headed to there. you were already dead. shot by someone he couldn’t catch.

Obviously, he was surprised to see your face but quickly collected himself, called the police, and left. finding it suspicious but quickly brushing it off his mind as he had more urgent and important matters to take care of than the measly death of someone he didn’t know. 

the third time he saw you, you were crossing the street. a calico cat in your arms as you talked to it, petting its fur and a warm smile on your face. 

then, you turned your head and caught sight of him, you widened your eyes seemingly in recognition, but you had ran, almost as if you were trying to escape from him.

well, dazai had tried to chase after you. But in your haste, you had failed to look at the road. tires screeched and you got hit by a car. 

he had ran and reached out his hand to try and pull you away despite knowing it was futile. but it was too late. blood splattered on him, staining his hand. Not that he ever cared. 

the cat was unhurt though, somehow miraculously shielded by your body. its large eyes looking into his’s before letting out a small meow then ran away. leaving you on the ground. 

sirens cut through the deathly silence, medics quickly rushing out of an ambulance after a bystander called the police. arriving just a few minutes later.

He tsked, running his hand through his hair, and and slipped away from there, away from that street, never to return.

on the fourth time, he saw you again. now convinced that you were a special case, he had to find you before you were gone. 

but unfortunately, he was too late again. you were a member of an rival organisation, holding important information and so was captured, interrogated, then brutally killed by one of the executive’s ability. crimson red blood pooled around your corpse before he got a chance to talk to you. 

“she already told us what we needed to know already. it’s no use keeping her around.” was what ozaki said when he demanded an explanation. “best to kill them before they cause further trouble. Say, dazai, don’t tell me-?” she frowned, shooting him a small glare. sighing deeply when he shook his head no. 

“I have to say, she was quite pathetic. Immediately telling us everything when we threatened the lives of her subordinates… I overestimated her.” was what she said while walking away slowly disappearing into the darkness, leaving him alone in the dim room. 

it was strange, he had to admit. the fact that you died every time before he got the chance to talk to you was quite eerie. not that he could do anything about it. Then, he left you again, leaving his underlings to clean up the mess. 

it happened nine times more, but instead of seeing you directly, he saw it on the news or heard it from his acquaintances. looking at your picture, you looked different in every universe but you had the same features. just enough to be recognizable. 

…

He was in the agency now, a new member. And amazingly, in record time, he was already doppo kunikida’s worst nightmare. 

today was his third day. how boring was this? 

in short: indescribable.

he felt like a deer caught in a spotlight. Far too out of place. Dazai knew how to put on an act, one to cover his true intentions quite nicely. Not enough to fool edogawa, of course. But enough to fool everyone else. 

he had listened to what odasaku had told him, be someone who saves people. he did or tried, or it would be something that he would do later. Depends, really.

…maybe one of the reasons he decided to follow through with his friend’s words was to make himself feel better. From what though? 

the guilt of not being able to save you? Maybe not stopping you from dying on the first time you met? 

Impossible. he was known as the demon prodigy after all when he was back in the port mafia, famous for being someone who had no remorse for murdering hundreds or committing endless heinous crimes. 

How troublesome. Such emotions were an obstacle to his goals. 

He tried to get rid of it. ignoring the guilt that was eating his heart away helped only a bit. But distractions helped. A few bottles of sake and his guilt would leave him for a while. 

But maybe paired with the fact that he couldn’t help nor save sakunosuke oda only made it worse. 

guilt was annoying. Troublesome, a nuisance. just about anything that was negative, he thinks, leaning back in his seat and ignoring the reports he has to write. 

actually, all emotions were useless. Was what he thought, turning around and around. 

…come to think of it, he never saw you in this universe before. nor even heard of you. 

maybe you don’t even exist right now. 

which is weird. since you seem to pop up randomly in every universe he’s in. 

really, really, reallyyyyyyy suspicious- 

“Ow!” 

A book hit his head, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Get to work dazai!” 

ah yes, classic kunikida. Always and forever strict and doesn’t like fun. Why were all math teachers like that? oh. even former ones. all they do is yell, scream, scold, yep math is definitely ruining the minds of everyone.

“Fineeee…these are boring though… I’ll do it later….” he whines, laying his head on his desk, drawing random shapes with his finger on the light brown wooden table. 

“Just do your work already!” Kunikida yelled, clearly at his breaking point.

“Come onnnn kunikidaaaaa just let me have some funn~” 

“You can have fun after work is over-“ 

“Aaah! sorry I'm late!” 

The agency’s door bangs open, and a disheveled young woman appears.

you?

he automatically freezes, eyes widening as he feels a chill run down his spine, dazai did just a quick double check to see if his vision is finally failing him.

the same eye colour? check.

the same hair colour? check.

the same height? check.

check, check, check.

fuck

Was what Dazai thinks after mentally checking off everything. His eyebrows furrowing. it was getting even more suspicious. Normally, you would die before he got to interact with you, so isn't this practically giving him a chance to know about you? What the hell does it- does it even fucking make sense? 

obviously not. 

which…didn’t make things any easier. 

kunikida mutters something under his breath before marching towards you, ready to give out yet another lecture. “Now why were you late?!” 

“uhm…I had to work a longer shift?” you said, shifting from one foot to the other. “Uh…it also didn’t help that there were more customers than usual..?” you added, awkwardly smiling as you sweatdropped nervously. 

“how many times do I have to tell you to fix your schedule?!” kunikida practically screams at you. “This has been the 5th time this month!” he stomps his foot before sighing, walking back to his seat and sitting down before checking his watch; “see? Now you’ve made me 3 minutes behind!” he groans, but promptly pushes back up his eyeglasses and opens back his computer to work.

“It wasn’t my fault- oh! new member huh? hi. want meat buns anyone?” you raise up a paper bag of warm buns, waiting for their response. instantly, almost everyone in that room raises their hand up. Except for kunikida and dazai.

“…we need to save some for president and haruno though.” Yosano reminded you as she reached into the bag for one. “i bought another bag of them, it’s fine!” you reassured her, then walked towards dazai.

 “hey, you. Do you like meat buns?” you ask, before letting him having a chance to answer, you stuffed the whole bun into his mouth when you got the chance, “it’s good right?” ignoring the fact that he may be choking right now. But who cares when you have dr. yosano? 

“Yep!” he replies after a while when he finished the bun, putting on a charming smile, pausing for a few moments before adding something utterly ridiculous; “would you be interested in committing a double suici-?” 

“no.” you interrupted, cutting him off. hitting his head with a folder you took from kunikida’s desk. Not noticing the slight ouch he let out. “I’m far too young to die yet.” You declare, taking out a bun and apparently practically inhaling it in less than a minute.

“What’s your name by the way?” “Dazai Osamu.” “That’s a weird name.” You remark, placing back the folder. “Anyways, I’m [name].“

“no last name?” “[name]’s surname is a mystery to everyone. only the president and ranpo know it, but apparently they wont even give a hint.” Yosano yawned stretching her arms.

“But, if you successfully guess what is her last name, you get half the money in her purse!” A random staff member chimed in.

“shut up!” you huff, “and my last name isn’t that important anyways! Besides, I’m not paying anyone for guessing my last name correctly-“

“all of you shut up! We won’t ever get any work done at this rate! Dazai, focus on your damned reports! [name]! Help organise these folders!”

kunikida hollered, now practically spitting fire. Well, to avoid trouble, everyone got to work. Expect for dazai that is. Unfortunately, he was still lazing around until you threatened to tell the president of his tardiness.

“Who knew [name] could be so strict? you really wouldn’t know her from just 3 years ago.” yosano teases as you glare at her. “Let’s not talk about that time.” You cringe, tensing up at the memory.

“ehh? but you were so cute back then! now you’re just a boring adult…” the doctor sighs, “at least I can go out to drink with you now.” she added, browsing through grotesque pictures of victims’ deaths. “oooo now this looks good…” she mumbled, absorbed in choosing the next picture to hang in her room. 

“Well im glad that I changed.” you say as you pour some coffee into your cup. How the coffee machine got placed on your desk was a wonder but no one asked why, already used to your rather unusual actions.

“Mmm…pretty sure you’re the only one that feels like that.” 

…

“I swear to God I’m gonna dieeee…” you slump in your chair, frowning after a few hours passed. evening had arrived and it was just about 6:00PM. The sun was in the process of setting, a warm orange-reddish glow settled around the agency.

everyone was occupied with something; dazai with his beloved a guide to suicide book, you with your day dreaming, kunikida with his work, yosano with her pictures, the staff with their own things, and ranpo who finally arrived after buying his snacks and is now feasting on them.

“there’s more work for today. Good job everyone. Feel free to home and rest.” the president suddenly appears from from his office, a black cat and haruno following him close behind.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: the man responsible for creating the Armed Detective Agency. the cat sat down the floor, then stared up at the president, letting out a small ‘meow!’ earning a few “awwws” from the agency staff and members.

“goodness…that cat is cute…” you murmur, playing with a pen. “I’ll bet I’ll scare the shit outta them the second i try to go near there though. what a shame.” You sigh before picking up your phone, after hearing numerous pings, you quickly scrolled through them, then got up, took your bag and started out.

“well then, thank you all for the hard work and please excuse me for leaving before you. I’ll see you all tomorrow then. Also! president! There’s a bag of meat buns for you and haruno! enjoy!” You waved, opened the door, and left. stretching your arms when you felt like you finally tasted the freedom of after finishing work.

you soon arrived at the train station, buying a ticket then entered the train. Suprisingly, there weren’t too much people. That’s good. after all, being stuffed in a train with loads of people like sardines in a can was never fun.

sitting down, you glanced out the window, admiring how pretty the sky looked when the sun was setting. Maybe you should wake up earlier tomorrow to see the sunrise…which would probably never happen since waking up in the mornings were hell.

nothing was really new. you followed the same routine everyday. wake up, brush your teeth, eat something, dress, then head to uzumaki cafe to work.

Which usually lasted until the afternoons. Then, you walked up to the agency’s office and helped with almost anything until your roommate spammed your messages to buy groceries or beer or whatever.

you’d head back, make dinner, do chores, shower, mess around then practically pass out in your bed until 7:00am and repeat.

you followed the same routine today as well, get back, made dinner, which today consisted of rice, vegetables, and soup. after that, you headed to bed a bit later than usual. due to innasomia from caffeine.

you really shouldn’t have drunk that much coffee at night.

either way, you were content with how things were. And you had thought that tomorrow would be the same as before until you woke up due to your phone ringing.

squinting at your clock, you wince. It was quite early: 8:00am and you only got 4 hours of sleep. just the day when you got the rare chance to head to work late.

groaning, you reached for your phone blindly, knocking down a few things until you could finally get a hold of it.

“…hello?” You groggily ask when you answer the phone, immediately snapping awake from your half asleep state after realising what the other person on the line just said.

“what the actual living fuck?”

rua’s notes : and that concludes the first chapter! whoaaaa it sure took a while huh :0 since it’s only the 1st, I wont immediately write abt the reader and osamu’s relationship :3 also, the reader has a ability ! (just wait a few more chapters) also chapter two will be focusing back on dazai !

thank u for reading this cringy ass fic that I stayed up all night writing !

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 8

chapter 14:

1. “"Obviously fish have brains. All living beings have brains," Regulus tells him. "Well, except for you."”

ADKDJKSJSKS i’m sure that’s another moment in which regulus wanted to look to sirius as if to say “are you seeing this shit?”

2. 😭😭😭😭 james why are you still figuring out you might have a knife kink?? i been knew since before the arena. plsssss

3. 😭💀 the rocks in jars story

4. 😧 james killed someone for reg. no hesitation. that’s gonna haunt him forever

5. oh god, the tenderness reg uses with james after james murdered someone. he’s so gentle and worried for him. this is gonna haunt them forever

6. in reference to james committing murder: “He has the disjointed thought that his parents must have seen that, as well as Sirius. The last people in the world who would judge him for it, and he still wonders what they're thinking.”

JESUS THAT IS HEARTBREAKING. the people he cares most about isn’t judging him cause they’ve done the same thing. it just hurts

7. god, and now they’re face to face with death eaters. i can’t do this shit anymore

8. 😟😧 oh no.

“James can safely say he doesn't have a knife kink. Blade kink. Sword kink. Any of that—he doesn't have it. No, it's just Regulus he likes, and anything to do with him. When Mulciber has a sword to his throat, it's not sexy at all.”

9. reg’s threats are so scary

10. knowing reg’s loyalty to kill for sirius is fucking wild. he would murder everyone in that arena if it meant keeping sirius safe. and sirius did the same for reg.

11. 😧 shocked. oh my god. jaw dropped. reg is just hacking at mulciber with a hatchet

12. ✨evan✨☺️🩷

13. whoop there it is. in reg’s mind, he mistakingly referred to james as his boyfriend. it’s downhill from here

14. oh god, james is using his “it was self defense and murder is grotesque and not always clean” speech that he used to give to sirius all the time. i wonder how often he’s had to tell that to himself in this arena

15. GOD NOT THE FUCKING BEAR TRAP- JFC CAN THEY HAVE ONE MOMENT IN THIS ARENA???

chapter 15:

1. reg called james baby ☺️🥰💞

2. “"Sirius, you're going send something to fix him, or so help me, when I get out of here, I'm going to rip all of your hair out right from the scalp until you're fucking bald."” LMAOOO REG IS SO PROTECTIVE OF HIS NOT BOYFREIND THATS GONNA HAVE TO DIE ANYWAYS. and he threatened to make sirius bald 😭😭😭

3. “"I like you," James declares cheerfully, and Evan winks at him.” EVAN AND JAMES FRIENDSHIP EVAN AND JAMES FRIENDSHIP EVAN AND JAMES FRIENDSHIP

4. “Sometimes, healing is harder than being hurt.” godDAMMIT he’s right, and that cuts deep into my soul

5. reg and sirius are so like me fr in hating change. for them it’s the needing stability after a childhood of not having it, and for me, it’s autism.

6. reg is absolutely insane sounding and i’m 2000% on board for it

7. reg is willing to kill because they scarred james’ face but still says he hates every breath james takes. bitch. wtf do you mean you hate him? do you not get it yet?

8. 😐 bitch, yet another self indulgent moment that reg calls a parting gift

9. evan and reg team!! 🐈‍⬛🫱🏻‍🫲🏾🐍

10. comparing james to the sun >>>>>>>>>>

11. reg being the best seeker during hide and seek 👀

12. EVANNNN NOOOO

13. 😧 evan says he’s reg’s friend. shit i’m about to sob at one am as i’m writing this. and reg jsut lost the best friend he never got to have

14. god, reading from sirius’ pov now IS making me sob.

15. LMFAOOO I SHOULD NOT BE LAUGHING OVER THE BURNING TREE

16. shame on me for not realizing that the author of crimson rivers also wrote just lovers. i just realized that. like, while reading authors notes. i feel so fucking stupid rn

[msmoony7]

i read 15% of crimson rivers today….. that’s a lot of words😭😭

[sungbeam]

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

mark lee x gn!reader

0.3k words, fluff asf, sighs romantic mark, he's so cute, not proofread lol

"Hey, the grass is a little wet," Mark Lee said as he crouched down to pet the damp grass lawn overlooking the river. Moonlight reflected off the dark surface like ripples of silver, and you thought of how the ocean might look like diamonds in the sun, but how the river glowed like the stars in the sky at night. 

You tapped his shoulder and pointed to a set of benches by the river bank. "That's okay. We can just sit there, right?"

He pouted slightly, his lips pursing cutely. "Hmm, it's not very 'picnicky' then, babe."

"Ah." He must have been set on the midnight picnic thing then. You didn't want to step on his toes though—he'd been eager to take you on a midnight picnic for awhile now, and when Mark Lee was determined, nothing could stop him. 

Mark whipped out the picnic blanket from his backpack. It was one of those red and white checkered ones, the stereotypical picnic aesthetic. And then he started tugging out the tealights—

"This is so romantic," you murmured softly with a smile on your face. 

He turned to peer up at you with wide eyes and that adorably boyish grin. "Really? I didn't think it'd be a good idea to bring real candles, but I didn't know if you'd think the tea lights would look worse."

You shook your head, kneeling down to set the picnic basket down on the blanket. You pressed your lips to his cheek. "No, it's perfect, Mark."

"Would rose petals make it a little more perfect?" He giggled. The spot where you had kissed him began turning a deep shade of crimson as he ducked his head to dig the supposed petals out from his backpack. 

Your lips parted in awe. "Rose petals?"

"Well," he drawled as he fished out a handful of faux rose petals made of thin crepe paper from the bottom of his backpack. "Same thing, right?"

You cupped your hand around the back of his neck and pressed another kiss to his cheek. "God, you're so cute."

Mark's grin widened and he sprinkled the petals over the blanket. "Anything for my baby."

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Flared Fins Mer AU Lore Dump

You can find the fic on tumblr and on AO3

Character Breakdowns:

Wind: 8 (Pup) - Tropical Mer

Adult coloring will be Orange with light blue splotches, like a koi fish’s pattern

Fun fact: He and Warriors are, in fact, very distantly related.

Hyrule: 13/14 (Juvenile) - Octopus Mer

Adult coloring: Green with golden freckles all over him

Fun fact: His healing magic is not as strong in this fic, or at least not as developed. Most of his magic

Wild: 15/16 (Juvenile) - Deepsea Mer - Adult coloring: Dark blue with teal lines. The markings on one of his arms are strangely more of a green color, for some reason

Fun facts: His fins are bioluminescent (and his markings as well, when he gets older.) He has giant fins that are good for threat displays but are very delicate. He’s a better fighter then Hyrule, but being in more fights leads to him having a lot of torn fins. Due to being a deepsea Mer, who would naturally have less opportunities to eat, he metabolizes his food well and doesn’t need to feed as often.

Four: 16 (Juvenile)  - Tropical Mer (Based off a beta fish)

Adult coloring: On one side is green fading to red on the fins, the other is blue fading to purple. As a juvenile, he only has the split green and blue

Fun fact: Four absorbed his twin in the egg, which is why his colors are split down the middle. He is the most territorial in the pod. When he and Wild get to know each other, they like to flare their fins at each other to show off and get rid of territorial aggression. Four bites

Legend: 19 (Almost an adult) - Tropical Mer (Based off a Sea bunny, which is a kind of sea slug)

Adult coloring: Light Pink with red markings

Fun facts: He is courting Ravio (A purple sea bunny.) His tail ring functions the same as his pegasus boots, which is why he could catch Hyrule

Sky: 21 (Adult) - Tropical Mer (Based off the flying fish)

Coloring: Red with silver fins and small yellow marks

Fun facts: He is courting Sun. He has a giant pet Grouper called Crimson. (Sky: Crimson is friend, not food!) Crimson is nine feet long and can pull him along faster than most mers can swim. (Groupers really can get that big. They probably aren’t really that fast though.)

Twilight: 23-25 (Adult) - Tropical/Freshwater hybrid

Coloring: Dark green with gray underbelly and thick black marks

Fun fact: His colors are so much duller because of his freshwater ancestry. He can survive in freshwater for a lot longer than others can. Sometimes goes and hunts in nearby rivers. He has an orca tooth necklace that can turn him into an orca. Yes, the Orca is called “Orcie.”

Warriors: 25-27 (Adult) - Tropical Mer

Coloring: Royal blue with orange marks on the ends of his fins. HE has a kind of iridescence to his scales that most Mer consider very pretty

Fun fact: Warriors has a twin, Linkle, who is currently very lost, wandering around in deep sea Mer territory.

Time: Very old (Adult) - Tropical Mer

Coloring: White/silver with thin red and blue line markings

Fun fact: He is mates with Malon, who is a deepsea Mer. Malon prefers to live in the deep, but they visit each other often. Yes, it is weird that a deepsea Mer would take a permanent mate but Malon does what she wants. She thinks it’s very funny that her husband adopted so many kids, and dots on them when she visits.

Worldbuilding:

Very young Mer are called fry. They are a lot more competent than human babies, being able to swim right after hatching, but during the first year of their life, they run mainly on their fish instincts. Fry are not considered super valuable to Mer, because Mer may have up to 20 fry from one clutch of eggs. Very few of survive the fry stage. Often a pod will choose the best looking/biggest fry and focus their energy on them, leaving the others to fend for themselves. (They won’t be chased away or killed, and if one does make it to puphood by themselves, all the better. But smaller pods can’t afford to feed 20 new mouths at once when all of them won’t survive.)

Those that reach a year old are called pups, at which point they shake off the more intense instincts, and become a little more reliant on their guardians. At 12-14 years old, they become juveniles. They have a huge growth spurt, and they turn from their dull pup colors to their main adult colors. Pup colors are usually either neutrals (other than white) or a very desaturated version of their adult colors. They are considered adults at around 20, around which time they gain their makings. They stop aging at around 30 years old, but keep getting bigger.

Tropical Mer stay in their birth pods unless they get a mate and decide to go to their mate’s pod, or decide to try to start their own pods. There are exceptions though, where juveniles/new adults will leave their pod because they don't fit in well.

Mer “Species” are more vague categories. There are tropical, deepsea, fresh water, octopus, etc. Most of them can still interbreed with only a little difficulty, (as long as they can get over their different social practices) so they’re not really distinct species. (Thought sometimes interbreeding can be difficult to achieve, and sometimes those children turn out sterile, like Mules are)

Tropical Mer are territorial, but they do still interact with neighboring Pods and trade at designated market areas. They aren’t isolated. Deepsea Mer are solitary, and Octopus Mer are solitary/only share territory with mates. If you are part of a social species but do not have a pod, you are considered a loner.

For one reason or another, Time ended up taking each of the boys under his fin, so to speak. Four was abandoned by his birth Pod because of his strange colors when he became a juvenile. Twilight went exploring up a river where his Tropical Mer mother could not follow, and couldn’t find her again when he came back. Sky fell asleep as a pup and got left behind when his pod moved on. Due to being twins, Warriors and Linkle were small coming out of the egg, and their pods decided to focus more on their other fry. Warriors never really integrated himself into the pod after that and left early. Things like that.

Mer can’t breathe air. A typical adult Mer can hold their breath comfortably for about 30 minutes though, so they still like to sunbathe on beaches if they can. They have gills on their neck and sides of their chest. Water flows into the neck gills and out the chest gills. The mouth is just for vocalizations and eating. As long as their necks are in the water, they can stick their heads out of the water as long as they want. They have bad eyesight above the waves.

Mer have their own language that needs to be taught to children, but they also have more internal vocalization that does not need to be taught. These vocalizations can get across more specific messages than just emotions, but the meanings aren’t as advanced as language. If you spend a lot of time around a Mer, you will be able to pick up on some of their vocalizations’ more subtle meanings, like discerning “hello” from “good morning/evening/etc.”

Mer are mostly carnivores, and they obviously do not cook their food. They do not scavenge unless they are desperate, preferring to hunt for themselves. Sometimes they eat plants like kelp for variety, but that’s not essential. Mollusk type shellfish (Clams, oysters, ect) are good snacks but aren’t really filling. 

Mer that are social sleep cuddled together and all intertwined, to keep themselves from drifting apart while they're asleep. (Less of a fear when sleeping in a cave, but in the open ocean? Many pods have been permanently split on accident because of currents moving them three miles apart in the night)

Hylians exist in this au and they know that Mer exist, but they don't interact much. There’s a language barrier, and Hylians can’t make the right sounds for Mer language and vice versa. There have been exceptions, where one species’ sign language is taught to a member of the other, but this isn’t common. Hylians are at the same level of development as in the LOZ games. They do not have modern science, etc

[shiveringfrogspawn]

“That might be the most idiotic thing Regulus has ever known his brother to do, and this is Sirius he's talking about, so that's saying a lot. Sirius once flipped a cigarette in the air and tried to catch it with his mouth while it was lit, and kept doing it until he could actually consistently manage it, no matter how much it burned him. Though, in fairness, he can still do that trick to this day.“

“Regulus, you emotionally-constipated little shit, he thinks.”

“James' eyebrows are throwing a fucking party at the top of his forehead.”

“He's even treated to the sight of Regulus' waist and hips gleaming in the sunlight with water droplets, and it's ridiculous how he wants to walk over and just fucking bite. Not a playful bite, no, James wants to sink his teeth into Regulus and leave the deep imprints of his teeth from one jutting hip bone to the other.”

"It'll be an interesting scar, at least," James muses, and when Regulus shoots him a look, he snorts weakly. "What? Scars are sexy. Aren't I just so sexy, love? Tell me how sexy I am." 

Regulus rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch, because honestly? He's so grateful James seems a bit better—not fully alright, but trying to be. "You are unfortunately…not horrible to look at. Does that suffice?" 

"I'll take it," James announces decisively, clearly pleased. "I do recall you telling me that I'm… what was it? Unholy." 

"The devil," Regulus says dryly. James grins at him. 

"Well, you know what they say. The devil doesn't come to you with horns and a pitchfork, but rather in the form of everything you want. So, if that's what I am to you, I am not complaining." 

"I take it back immediately," Regulus tells him. 

"Too late," James teases. He leans forward slightly, his eyes sparkling. "Do I tempt you, Regulus?" 

"To kill you? Absolutely," Regulus shoots back.

Part 15/? of Crimson Rivers quotes

[artorojo]

Top 100 military movies of all time.

1. Saving Private Ryan (1998)

2. Apocalypse Now (1979)

3. Full Metal Jacket (1987)

4. Platoon (1986)

5. Black Hawk Down (2001)

6. Das Boot (1981)

7. The Thin Red Line (1998)

8. Paths of Glory (1957)

9. Hacksaw Ridge (2016)

10. 1917 (2019)

11. Dunkirk (2017)

12. Patton (1970)

13. Gallipoli (1981)

14. We Were Soldiers (2002)

15. Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)

16. The Deer Hunter (1978)

17. The Hurt Locker (2008)

18. Letters from Iwo Jima (2006)

19. Zulu (1964)

20. Black Book (2006)

21. Stalingrad (1993)

22. The Battle of Algiers (1966)

23. The Longest Day (1962)

24. The Bridge at Remagen (1969)

25. Zero Dark Thirty (2012)

26. Jarhead (2005)

27. The Patriot (2000)

28. Tora! Tora! Tora! (1970)

29. Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World (2003)

30. Enemy at the Gates (2001)

31. Glory (1989)

32. The Great Escape (1963)

33. All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

34. The Wind That Shakes the Barley (2006)

35. Lone Survivor (2013)

36. Kelly's Heroes (1970)

37. The Green Berets (1968)

38. The Alamo (1960)

39. The Messenger (2009)

40. 13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi (2016)

41. 12 Strong (2018)

42. The Last of the Mohicans (1992)

43. The Pianist (2002)

44. Rescue Dawn (2006)

45. The Beast of War (1988)

46. A Bridge Too Far (1977)

47. Behind Enemy Lines (2001)

48. Inglourious Basterds (2009)

49. The Boys in Company C (1978)

50. Red Tails (2012)

51. Battle for Haditha (2007)

52. Courage Under Fire (1996)

53. 5 Fingers (1952)

54. Company of Heroes (2013)

55. The Finest Hours (2016)

56. Windtalkers (2002)

57. Battle of the Bulge (1965)

58. The Nightingale (2018)

59. A Midnight Clear (1992)

60. Attack on the Iron Coast (1968)

61. Sergeant York (1941)

62. Empire of the Sun (1987)

63. The Pacific (2010) - Mini-series

64. The Desert Fox: The Story of Rommel (1951)

65. The Pacific (2010) - Mini-series

66. Enemy at the Gates (2001)

67. The Monuments Men (2014)

68. Days of Glory (2006)

69. Fires on the Plain (1959)

70. The Steel Helmet (1951)

71. Battle of the Damned (2013)

72. Memphis Belle (1990)

73. Crimson Tide (1995)

74. Attack on the Iron Coast (1968)

75. Sergeant York (1941)

76. Empire of the Sun (1987)

77. The Pacific (2010) - Mini-series

78. The Desert Fox: The Story of Rommel (1951)

79. Enemy at the Gates (2001)

80. The Monuments Men (2014)

81. Days of Glory (2006)

82. Fires on the Plain (1959)

83. The Steel Helmet (1951)

84. Battle of the Damned (2013)

85. The Longest Day (1962)

86. The Bridge at Remagen (1969)

87. M*A*S*H (1970)

88. Jarhead (2005)

89. The Patriot (2000)

90. Tora! Tora! Tora! (1970)

91. Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World (2003)

92. Glory (1989)

93. The Great Escape (1963)

94. All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

95. Platoon (1986)

96. Come and See (1985)

97. Hamburger Hill (1987)

98. The Red Badge of Courage (1951)

99. Born on the Fourth of July (1989)

100. Fort Apache (1948)

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (8)

@tastetherainbow290 do you still want to be tagged in these?

chapter 15

oh. my.

regulus ❤️‍🩹

evan “on three or after three” rosier (he is so me)

“i don’t think i’ll be able to walk” really james? i thought you had two working legs.

james now is NOT the time to flirt

i’ve never stepped in a bear trap before and now i never want to

regulus threatening sirius’ hair. yeah he would

i love evan and james friendship

“i don’t want them to change you” regulus 💔

nooo a problem

nooo regulus don’t leave him

KISS ALREADY come on.

ok forehead kiss i see you

“a parting gift” tears. crying. my heart is shattered. why did you have to make this sad.

not them both leaving james behind

james pov. ugh why is this so sad

wow regulus again ok. i mean james is just sitting in a cave so this makes sense

oh no. where did mulciber go.

WHAT

WAIT

WHAT

EVAN

NO

wait guys im actually crying

“i think you two would’ve gotten on well” yeah. rip evan rosier you would have loved barty crouch jr

sirius pov now…

oh my god i am c r y i n g

“hallow is hollow.” BANGER

oh no. please mulciber do not find james.

and just like that its over. omg.

@gardenofrunar how could you tell me to read another knowing what happens ☹️

chapter 16

and he’s found james. lovely.

i love that when anyone refers to james or regulus as the other’s boyfriend they both just go with it

poor james. he is too soft for all of it.

oh they’re fighting

i know james lives but i still am worried for him

james resorting to throwing dirt 💀

james relentlessly beating mulciber with the hatchet after the cannon sounds

rip mulciber you will not be missed

jegulus reunited once more

james is awake again!! 

no don’t talk about evan im gonna cry again

yeah. crying.

remus pov!

remus dating standards 💀 he’s so real honestly

“I'll show you yours if you show me mine." thank the lord for comic relief

effie and monty mention ❤️

remus opening up to sirius

i swear they’re always like “i want to kiss” and then they don’t??

ok im so curious what did remus do

chapter 17

author says they’re excited for this chapter… should i be scared

update i was going to wait until i read this chapter to post but i decided to post anyway

[waterproof-reg]

Crimson Rivers - chapter 15

"On the screen, the tree goes up in flames."

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 12

chapter 22:

1. 😟😟 all james wants is for sirius to be there for james the way james ALWAYS was for sirius

2. 😟 james wished hodge happy birthday even though hodge died yesterday. i- i am not okay

3. “Regulus never fails to look up. Evan would be proud of him for that, he thinks.” 😧 that was vile to put in there

4. james has resorted to BEGGING for medicine from sirius and can’t understand why sirius won’t send any. this hurts so bad

5. nope. i’m done. i can’t read any more. james started looking forward to death cause he would be out of this arena and out of pain. jfc i’m done

6. anyways. i’m back cause i couldn’t stop reading.

7. REGULUS AND JAMES ARE REUNITED!!! THANK GOD!!! 😊

8. 😧 wait nevermind. james just mistook regulus for sirius. “James has never, not once in his life under any circumstances, mistaken Regulus for Sirius”

9. james is delulu from medicine and reg just found out that the plan has always been to get reg home. this hits like a motherfucking truck

10. james is high as a fucking kite, can’t figure out why “sirius” is being mean to him, cause he’s never been mean to him. and is also wondering why “sirius” is oddly attractive for being mean

11. it takes james half a chapter, and reg cutting his shirt for james to realize it’s not sirius. cause sirius has different scars. i love james sm 😭😭

12. “What was Sirius thinking? Drugging James? In the middle of the fucking hunger games? That might be the most idiotic thing Regulus has ever known his brother to do, and this is Sirius he's talking about, so that's saying a lot. Sirius once flipped a cigarette in the air and tried to catch it with his mouth while it was lit, and kept doing it until he could actually consistently manage it, no matter how much it burned him. Though, in fairness, he can still do that trick to this day.”

LMAO WHAT??? that’s so random and i love it

13. 😧 legit sobbing. reg says that james lost the spark in his eyes. and he’s the one person he expected to never lose his spark

14. reg reveals that they both can go home. james’ spark is back. i’m sobbing harder now. they’re so in love

15. i eat, breathe, and dream those author end notes. bizzarestars writes their end notes the way my brain processes the fic. <33

chapter 23:

1. starting the chapter off with pain, i see. losing vanity changed james. like. horribly changed him.

2. “What Regulus hates more than James is his suffering.” jfc he’s so emotionally constipated

3. james is sad and all reg can think is hmmmm i want him to start flirting with me again, because it meant he was happy bitch wtf

4. awww they’re cuddling and just got a package! my babies are gonna make it out!

5. reg realizes he has to put on a show, so he offers to feed james. and wants to gouge his eyeballs out for offering that. 😭😭😭😭

6. i’m dying from embarrassment but this is also so fucking funny. reg is like. let’s talk about our feelings. for each other. and james is just like *head tilt* ???

7. “"You weren't my first crush, James," Regulus whispers. "You were my first love."”

james didn’t just make reg feel good, he made reg feel and i am NOT okay.

8. “This whole time, Regulus has been steady on the fact that he wouldn't kiss James to save his own life, but he's apparently willing to do it to save James'.”

JFC why is he so emotionally constipated???

9. THEY KISS????? james is gonna be heartbroken when he realizes it was all an act

10. oh thank god james realized. at least it broke his heart now and not in two weeks

11. *squints* now reg has never wanted anything more than this kiss. girl. please. realize.

12. god, i’ve never read a kiss more beautifully and emotionally desperate written.

13. 😏 reg called him baby again!

14. oh god, maybe i’m just as bad as everyone in the hallow. maybe i’m just as bad as them. cause i enjoy their romance. i enjoy it so much. maybe i’m just as bad as the hallow for that. i- i think this every time i read the hunger games.

15. “James wants to sink his teeth into Regulus and leave the deep imprints of his teeth from one jutting hip bone to the other.” sometimes i forget that jegulus is a little unhinged in ways like this. and every time i’m reminded, I LOVE IT

16. “"You treat me like I'm stupid for daring to see good in people, but if there's no good in anyone, then what's the fucking point?"”

this entire section. this. this is what james is all about

17. 😟 authors note just told me i’m no better than a hallow. for my excitement over jegulus. and- yeah. i guess so. i’m so sorry y’all

[icanttalkimhavingacrisis]

Y'ALL I JUST WON A SHORT STORY COMPETITION!!! I also realised I didn't share the story with you guys so here it is, enjoy!! :D

(I'M SO HAPPY RN Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA)

The Peculiarities of Ophelia Roux

Had it not been for the lady in red, we wouldn’t be where we are now. Her gloved hands, gently lulling the man to his final dream. Her gloves, disposed of meticulously, retrieved from the river Seine after a week from their disposal. The recounts of countless witnesses - she left behind so many of them, and yet none could identify her. No-one could tell me anything about the lady in red. Who was she? Why did she slip from my grasp once more?

I’m ashamed to admit it, but this latest death was not the first time I had come across the lady in red. Truth be told, she has become somewhat of a ghost, haunting my every waking moment, with her crimson cloak, her burgundy shawl, her ruby boots. Her outfit was always the same, crimson cloak, burgundy shawl, ruby boots. She always dressed the same, the lady in red - so said the witnesses. So many witnesses - to each crime she committed. Did she enjoy an audience? Did she get some sick pleasure from the cries of those innocents? Her entrances were swift and quiet, she'd take what she came for quietly - but her exits like a hurricane, so that all saw her little show, everyone partaking in her despicable game of charades.

So many had seen her. And yet - not one person could tell me anything more about her than what everyone knew - that she wore a crimson cloak, a burgundy shawl, and ruby boots. Once a witness claimed to know her true identity. I was ecstatic, ready to finally discover her name. We left the witness alone for not an hour. And in that time, in those minutes between 2:25 PM and 3:15, the lady in red has taken her soul, leaving behind a corpse and questions hanging in the air. My assistant asked me how I knew it was her. Was it not obvious? The perfection of the method - a shot, cleanly in the head, muffled by her burgundy shawl, so that not a soul heard the shot taken. And the obvious - her calling card. Even without an audience, she had to make sure this death would be accredited to her. A single red asphodel. Resigned, I left the police station.

As I walked through the snow, I thought of her. The lady in red. I had begun to call her Ophelia Roux privately, a name found through affection for her character, in relation to the image she had in my mind. It suited her so much more than her bland moniker, given to her by the common folk. Privately - I was relieved the witness did not share her name with me - perhaps I would find myself disappointed. I passed the Parque Monceau and walked on, the snow falling softly down onto the ground and crunching under my boots. It was growing dark, as though an angel up above was pulling a blanket over earth, so that God didn’t have to see what happened here at night. I finally made it to my tenement.

I turned the key in my door, opening it quietly and entering the apartment. I placed my bag gently on the cupboard where I kept my scarves and shawls, next to the wardrobe where I kept my coats and cloaks. I walked further into my apartment, sighing softly to myself. Perhaps, I thought, perhaps it was not designed for me to know Ophelia Roux’s true identity. I walked up to my kitchen island, pouring myself a glass of red. Perhaps this is what was written for me, neverending oblivion and ignorance in face of the truth. I sipped on the red. But then again, I thought, why should I care for what was written for me? Why should I resign to the power of destiny - allow it to control my present and future? No, I thought, I shall write my own destiny. I drained my glass and strode towards the hall, with one thing only in mind - catching Ophelia Roux.

But alas, I have been misleading you to an extent. You must forgive me, it was not a lie on my part - rather an omission of the truth. For you see - I am more than just a detective on a case, more than just a young woman, obsessed with the lady in red. No - I am more than that. For you see - I have seen her face. Just twice, no more. Once - at the charity ball where she made her debut. She - in all her chivalry - she saved me, pulling me from the depths of the fountain, thoughtlessly placed in the centre of some ridiculously rich philanthropist’s grand hall, where I found myself by some cruel accident. Yes - Ophelia Roux had been the one to pull me from that fountain, to save my life. Of course, before taking the life of that ridiculously rich philanthropist, and disappearing into the night.

And the second time was that very night. Yes, I saw her that night. I saw her in my hall. Darned demoness, she must’ve found a way to bypass my locks. I looked for my brown boots, to have something to wear - I was not planning to go out without shoes, after all - but could not find any brown ones. She must’ve taken them. In their usual place stood other shoes - her shoes. Her ruby boots. I turned to open the wardrobe, and in it was her crimson cloak. Panicked, I threw open my scarf drawer - and there it was, like I expected. Her burgundy shawl, with a burnt-out hole in it, about the size of that .22 calibre bullet that had killed my witness. I closed the wardrobe - and that was the moment I saw her face, just as I had remembered it. My lady in red. A lone tear ran down my cheek as I stifled a cry, knowing the inevitable. There she was - standing in my hall. Looking at me, from the other side of the mirror.

[scarareg]

Tagged by @meltsoul thank you! 🩷

First ship ever in you life: excellent question,I have no idea,let me think *sits to think about it for 15 minutes*

I came back! I think it was Hermione and Ron or Leia and Han or Anakin and Padme or Frodo and Sam; those are the most likely

The ultimate three ships: I will use the wheel again because I love all my OTPs too much lmfao. The winners were Komugi and Meruem,Mr Darcy and Elizabeth and Chiscara! 🩷

The first crush (Fictional Character/Fandom) : Draco Malfoy ,I was 4 years old watching Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Still in love,I am nothing if not loyal lmao

Last Song: New Kidz On The Block by ZB1,one of my faves of the year!🩷

Last Movie: The Super Mario Bros. Movie,I just watched it because I wanted to watch it with the English dub because of my love Anya and here in theaters it wasnt in English so I waited. It is really fun!🩷

Favorite Flower: Red spider lily (tell me that you watch anime without telling me that you watch anime)

Currently Reading (you can added a link):

Percy Jackson and The Son of Neptune,it is fun! ,Sasaki to Miyano and Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars

Currently Watching: Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead,Bungou Stray Dogs S5,jjk S2,Link Click S2 and Horimiya:The Missing Pieces

Last thing I wrote- ship/Fandom?:Harry Potter Jegulus

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[knockknoxwho]

The Common Grackle

The first concept to cover is this little guy. They are native to North America and them, being migratory birds, love to come down to Texas in the winter in plagues. They are small omnivorous dark feathered birds

Weeks before the mass infection of the fungus, the grackle population in my town had been steadily growing as winter came, just like normal. Though as the season began to change, the grackles never migrated back north, in fact it seemed like they just kept growing in number, countless of them filled trees and power lines. Small plagues of them were even bold enough to roam the school courtyard in search of discarded food, which they found in plenty. When the day of the mass infection did come it was horrific. Birds began dropping from the sky as if they simply died mid-flight. Of course this attracted curious students, who flocked with worry or fascination. Then the murmuring turned into screams, fires popped up across the courtyard, smoke began to rise from the roof of the school. And worse than the fires were the pools of blood and spurts which flew from the newly wounded students. Though once small, now standing at 3 ft tall and evolved for the crushing of scraps and prey alike. Newly formed and powerful beaks with spikes protruding from them intended to cause a nasty bite. And able to travel at speeds up to 15 miles per hour. The greenery of the courtyard was replaced with thick pools of crimson all converging their flow into a singular river. Few students escape with the help of police on duty and brave teachers who either guided kids out of the building or sacrificed themselves, though of course many tried to flee. This massacre marks the start of the apocalypse, and in tandem, the campaign.

My initial idea for their abilities was very small minded because I mostly considered them just as little velociraptor birds because of their tendency to run with their mouth open. But with a bit more depth of research I have a bit of a better idea to change things up.

And this can be explained in world by the fact that they were the first species to be infected by the fungus outside of the extremely susceptible animals in the lab. Due to this the grackles didn’t have a full transformation, and subsequently either had too much fungal tissue and just ended up decomposing or collapsing, or they had too little and had no motor control, which killed them off. Some grackles—of course—did survive, but it was a fraction of the mountains of them which were infesting the city.

For those which did survive, they were in hiding for a bit as the fungus adjusted and slowly transformed their bodies even more. (Because of its slowness and lack of mass tissue growth it wasn’t lethal because of the time the heat had to disperse and the small amount of heat being made, though grackles hunted frequently in the forests up wind, where the fungus hadn’t reached yet, thereby spreading it).

Due to them being called a plague and their tendency to carry different diseases, I think their mutations would reflect that more accurately. An aura of pestilence around the grackles (a short range in which the spores/diseases they spread are most highly concentrated and have most chance to infect other organisms), though to balance this and due to the immense amount of disease they carry, grackles have reduced stamina and health because of their body’s immune system fighting against the diseases they carry.

They’re three diseases they carry most commonly and are be summarized by cause and their effect here:

Histoplasmosis: a fungal infection of the lungs which can have the symptoms of fever, chills, headache, muscle aches, fatigue, cough and chest discomfort.

Candidiasis: a fungal infection, most commonly referred to as a yeast infection. Which can present in the nails, and mouth

Salmonellosis: a food borne illness spread through food and water (most commonly uncooked eggs and chicken). It’s colloquially known as salmonella. (This wouldn’t be airborne and instead infect the water sources they drink from and food they begin to eat)

Each of these diseases (causes and symptoms found on google, I am not a professional) could be ported into a ttrpg as debuffs. Much like the poison breath of a hydra doing damage over time or fatigue points slowing down movement speed, etc

This is the end of the first animal mutation concept, I hope anyone who read, enjoyed!