#imagine a fish drying up on the beach

[mushed-kid]

omg famous mutual (nikogane) said he loved my art

[valsdelulucorner]

Imagine the brothers were mermaids

Ok but like, imagine instead of you going down to the devildom and meeting the brothers as demons, they were mermaids in the human world.

You were in a horrendous storm that completely destroyed your ship and killed all of your crewmates. You washed up on a deserted island and soon realized there were a few heads watching you from the water. After you calm down, Lucifer introduces himself and his 5 brothers, explaining that they saw you floating in the water face up and decided to save you. He then introduced you to his younger brothers, putting mammon in charge of taking care of you when your near the beach

There was a cove on the other side of the island that you were prohibited to go into, besides the only visible access to it was underwater, even then its blocked off by a large boulder. After hearing cries and begs from the cove, you looked around the top of the cove and found a small hole in the side of the rock, seeing another mermaid inside, Belphie.

After meeting him and making the pacts with the brothers, you manage to let him out by moving the large boulder infront of the enternece by using the powers of the pacts, and you know what happened when you let belphie out💀

Things happen after that, there was alot of tears and words but everything turned out well after the incident. Lucifer gave you a spell so you could breath after that though, hes not willing to have you suffocate and die after what happened with belphie

They all started to warm up to you after a while like in the actual story, growing a attachment to the pretty/handsome human they saved on the island. They may not be able to go onto land with you but after setting belphie free, you guys were able to set up a proper home that you all can share in the cove.

The cove is quite large with shallow pools littered around the area so the brothers can comfortably lay down without drying out but still allow them to be close to you. The dry parts of the cove is where they helped you make shelter by carrying in different resources for you to make a bed and stay warm at night. they are fascinated when you manage to find another way into the cove from land, fascinated by fire once your able to bring in dry wood

Once they start to grow more fond of you, you start to find more dead fish and shiny shells near your bed, not realising they are trying to court you more obviously. You still don't know why the others give each other the evil eyes for the day after you find a really shiny shell on your make shift pillow

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Lucifer had deep red scales and a tail with a mix of red and black scales. His nails are sharp and his hands were covered in scales, running up his arms and ending at his elbow. He had red gills on his neck and in between his ribs. His fins were sharp-ish and the end of his tail was a nice pattern of red and black scales. The whites of his eyes were black while his pupils were red, slit irises. His tounge was a deep red aswell, teeth razor sharp like sharks. He took a shirt from a shipwreck and wraps it around his waist, tailoring it abit to make it actually a waist wrap and not just a shirt. Lucifer calls you his love

Mammon had vibrant yellow scales with his tail being a beautiful mix of yellow and white. His nails are less sharper then lucifer but still sharp, beautiful yellow scales littering his hands and ending at his forearm. He had dirty white gills around his neck while his gills on his chest were directly over each of his ribs. His fins are more flowy along the sides of his tail, his larger fin at the bottom of his tail being a beautiful mix of yellow, cream and white. The whites of his eyes were a bright yellow while his pupils were blue, thicker irises but still slits. His tounge is a nice shade of cream and his teeth are more like vampire teeth but with his bottom teeth having fangs aswell. He is covered in bangles and treasure, he pierced his own ears and tounge so he could use some of the jewelry. Mammon calls you his treasure

Leviathan has deep blue scales with his tail being a fade of purple blue at his hips to dark blue at the end of his tail. His nails aren't the sharpest out of the brothers but are can still be used as weapons, deep blue scales covering his hands and ending at just below his elbow. He has some scales littering his neck that complement his blue coloured gills, uneven gills along the underside of his ribs. He has a sea snake type tail, his fins being a nice, deep, translucent blue colour. The whites of his eyes are a nice light blue colour while his pupils are a orangey colour, the slits of his eyes being diamond shaped. His tounge is a purply blue colour, his tounge and teeth snake like. He found a ruri-chan bracelet after it fell off the side of a cruise ship and that bracelet has been on his wrist since, he's been on the hunt for anything else ruri-chan after that. Levi calls you his charm {ruri-chan ref}

Satan has some vibrant green scales with his tail being a mix of green and sea green scales. His nails are the sharpest of all the brothers while his hands are covered in green scales, running up his arm and ending at his bicep. He has deep green gills resting near the back of his neck, his gills being more near his back but still on his ribs. His fins are the sharpest out of his brothers and are a beatiful green colour, the fins at the bottom of his tail a mix of sea green and green. The whites of his eyes are a dark green while his pupil is a nice green, the irises of his eyes are spikey but still vaguely resemble slits. His tounge is spikey and deep green, his teeth alot sharper then Lucifer's, his teeth are made for shredding. He wears some silver jewelry on the tip of his fins to be able to lure fish in for dinner, he wears it more as a hunting tactic then a fashion statement. Satan calls you his darling

Asmo has the most gorgeous pink scales with his tail being a mix of cherry pink and raspberry pink. His nails are the dullest of the brothers but they are still lethal, his hands are littered with pretty pink scales that end at his wrists. His gills are a bright pink colour that are closer to the front of his jaw, the gills on his chest resting right under his ribs. His fins are very flowy and are such a beautiful shade of pink, the fins at the end of his tale is a beautiful cherry pink fading into a deep raspberry pink. The whites of his eyes are a shade of apricot pink while his pupils are a nice orangy pink colour, his irises in the shape of hearts. His tounge is a raspberry pink and his teeth are really dull. He is like mammon with the fact that he loves to wear beautiful jewelry he finds on shipwrecks, they make his beauty stand out. Asmo calls you precious

Beel has some vibrant orange scales with his tail being a mix of sunset orange and mandarin orange. His nails are quite sharp but are quite short, beautiful mandarin scales covering his hands and end at his shoulders. His gills are a nice orange that are right above his collar bone, his other gills resting right under his pectorals, on his ribs. His fins are abit rough but are a nice sunset orange colour, his fins at the end of his tail a mix of mandarin and sunset orange. The whites of his eyes are a deep orange colour and his pupils are a beautiful purple, his irises in the shape of little suns. His tounge is a deep orange colour while his teeth are lion like, his teeth are MADE for eating meat. He got a piece of rope he found off of a shipwreck and made a necklace for himself, having made a tail bangle for belphie so they match. Beel calls you his guppy

Belphie has some beautiful purple scales with his tail being a mix of Lavander purple and deep purple. His nails are second to asmos in being dull but can still cause alot of damage, soft purple scales littering his hands which end at his shoulders. His lavender gills are also placed right above his collar bone, his gills placed right under his pectorals aswell, matching beel. His fins are nice and flowy, the fins at the end of his tail a lovely mix of lavender and deep purple. The whites of his eyes are a deep purple which match well with his purple pupils, his irises shaped like little moons. His tounge is a mix of deep purple with the tip being lavander, his teeth being quite sharp but quite unnoticeable at first glance. He loves the little thing beel made for his tail, he never takes it off. Belphie calls you squishy

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woo, its mermay! Im sorry if their designs aren't described well or fit your own head cannon but i will try and make some visual designs for them! I will probably come back and edit this so it can make more scene

The top part is so ass but im planning on doing actuall head cannons for mermay, so please dont loose hope on me just yet

What should I do next?

[mochinomnoms]

Another odd thought : Baby elvers are very small and adorable right? But what if they are also like tiny feral puppies. Afterall moray eels are ambush predators.

So imagine a situation where you are just catching up with your first year friends maybe eating in an underwater cafe or something, then you just casually raise a small piece of food right above your cleavage. Then suddenly Ace and Deuce see a small thing jump half of their body out from your cleavage biting into the peice of food with their small sharp teeth then hiding away back into the titty pocket to eat their"prey". You look at your friends shocked faces and just look at them confused "whats wrong? Oh! we are trying to get them to eat more solid food now"

Alternatively maybe jade or flyod likes to do this to scare people

Actually would elvers in their eel form be able to roam on land, like would they be safe enough in the titty pocket or does it have to be upgraded to make sure the elvers can breathe (maybe they can breathe air?) and to prevent them from drying out. I honestly have so many thoughts about this and what could potencially by made to help the tiny elvers in either msgical or mechanical means.

(okay okay last boob ask)

I think that if we're imagining them as elvers so that they're tiny enough to fit in the pocket, then maybe you meet up at a harbor or at the beach! They have their feet in the water as they sit on the rock with a lunch pack, while you have a pouch with your own food. It's mostly bits of crab, shrimp, and fish cut up into diced bits. They're a little confused as to why your food is cut so small, more so when you bring it up to your chest. Then they hear a little growl and chitter before two tiny elvers jump out to swipe and bite at the shrimp you're holding.

Both stare, Deuce more in interest while Ace is concerned, as you explain that keeping them there makes them feel safer. And also, they eat solid food now. Uncles are intently listening as you try and bring the babies out to say hello!

They can't roam on land in their elver form for long, they get dried out, and it's upsetting to be taken out of the comfort of their environment. Once they get older and are able to travel on land in human forms (I like to think half human/mers are able to switch at will if they have magic and are old enough), they will be little toddler menaces that can run all over and cause havoc.

As toddlers do.

[m0uchie]

Hello dear. May I make a request? Sweet :D I would like to request a Yandere Kaeya x fem mermaid reader. I couldn't choose so here's two scenarios that you can choose from to write <3

Scenario 1- Kaeya caught you in a fishing net while out fishing. Since you're a mermaid, he keeps you in a bathtub. He gives you what you need, but you don't like it. You just want to go back to the ocean, back to your old life. So you beg him, offering to give him anything in return for your freedom. But all that ends up to is him hurting you and telling you that all he wants is you.

Scenario 2- Kaeya found you washed up on the beach. He thought you very beautiful so he kidnapped you. Since you have the ability to turn human when dry, he keeps you in a cage. It's adorned with trinkets and stuff from the ocean. But you don't like it an want to return to the ocean. So you use a hairpin you hid and escaped the cage. Just when you were about to make it to the edge of the boat to dive (you're bad at walking and can only really stumble around), a net is thrown over your head. Kaeya is laughing and telling you that you'll never escape.

Thanks for reading this! Sorry, it's long. But I hope you write for this, I would love it! I live your writing btw! 🩵🪼🌊

(You can call me Pearl 🪼)

𐙚 his treasure

⟡ Kaeya finds the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, might as well make her his :3

— pairing : yandere!kaeya x fem mermaid!reader

— warnings : NSFW, yandere; stalking behaviour?; kidnapping; non con?; fingering; virgin reader; Kaeya is a bit rough; cumming inside; oral (f!receiving)

— a/n : hiii Pearl🪼!! I love both your ideas. I ended up picking scenario 2 :D Idk if it’s meant to be nsfw or sfw, but I only wrote nsfw until now, so I assumed it was nsfw! (I forgot to add this part to the rules, my fault hehe). Sorry for the wait!

It's interesting how even though he has so many secrets never uncovered, secrets never revealed even to those closest to him, Kaeya Alberich managed to be the object of admiration for many in Mondstadt. Partially due to his position as the cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius and the right-hand man to the acting grand master, Jean. Being an indispensable strategist with a wide network of informants that no one knew where they came from. On the other hand, easily winning the ladies’ hearts for his charms and his somewhat mysterious aura. Although no one seemed to mind. After all, what harm could he do to anyone?

Always appearing very busy, he still left the Traveler in the dark about what he was going to do when he was in the middle of a mission, simply disappearing to mind his own business. Like the time he had mentioned a treasure to Paimon and Traveler and left them to take care of the dirty work, a treasure that had been used as a bait to catch a thief and that didn't even exist in the end. On many of these escapades, Kaeya liked to go to Starsnatch cliff. He didn't seem like the type to waste time on such things, but he liked the breeze and the view of Starfell Valley’s beach from above. He cleaned all of the useless things that filled his mind, so that he could reason better and calmer. The sound of the waves kissing the sand, the cool wind that blew his blue hair in his face, along with a beautiful view of the sea.

This time however, he decided to go directly to the beach, as it was especially hot that day, and he wanted to enjoy the sea a little. He went down the steep and narrow trail, he could see a little until he got closer to the beach. So imagine his surprise when the first thing that came to his attention was the sight of a beautiful woman bathing at the edge of the sea. He couldn't see much as she was behind a rock, but he couldn't take his eyes off her.

- - -

After that day, Kaeya went to the sea every day, hiding and watching you sing foolishly, thinking that there was no one to hear. He discovered that you were a mermaid the second day he saw you, but not only that, he tried to discover every little thing he could while you were out of the water. The fact that you were a mermaid didn't matter much to him, in fact you could tell the opposite by the way his cock tensed in his pants watching you bathe, little did you know there was an audience...

Obviously, Kaeya wanted all of you, he wanted you all to himself. He watched you long enough to know that when you were dry, your tail turned into human legs, which he’d do anything to touch. He waited a few more days until he took the first step and knocked you unconscious by a heavy blow while you weren't watching, your guard very low as you didn't even think about the dangers you could run into.

Slowly, you eyes opened. A dull pain in your head and a large, blue ceiling filled your vision. Where were you?

“Oh, you’re awake! Did you like your new house?” The man in front of you asks, pointing in your direction with a smirk. Confused, you look around. You were in the middle of the sea, surrounded by a large cage, decorated with some pearls, shiny jewels and beautiful shells, as if you were a gift in a box, even dressed in clothes made of expensive material and full of details so that you wouldn't be left completely naked as you dry out and freeze from the cold due to the wind.

“Let me out” You demand, your voice a little hoarse however, filled with a tone of uneasiness.

He giggles as he moves closer to you, bending down to the height of your cage and taking a strand of your hair in his hands, stroking it gently. “Now why would I do that? Hmm? You’re my lovely prisoner now~” he brings his face closer to the bit of hair in his hands and inhales the fragrance of it. The soft strands slip from his fingers like sand. Why does it smell so good?

“Anyway, now we’re in this together. I will take you with me whether you like it or not.”

Take you? To where? You had no idea what he was talking about, all you cared about was how you were going to get out of there.

- - -

As the minutes passed, he inevitably drifted away to take care of the work that needed to be done. An opportunity opened up and your trembling hands reached for the hairpin you had hidden with you just for this moment. You couldn't hesitate, so you took a deep breath and took the hairpin to the entrance of the lock, your heart racing faster with each second.

You finally manage to open the lock and get out of the cage, leaning on it to get up. Your wobbly and inexperienced legs left you at a disadvantage, and no matter how much you held on from one object to another, it didn't make you faster and only made the wood on the floor squeak more, so you struggled to get to the edge of the boat.

Just as you're about to jump out of there, a net is thrown over your head and you feel his arms surrounding you.

“You didn’t mean to leave, did you?” Despite his melodic and calm voice, you know that the shivers running up your spine as he mutters those words mean something else, and this is only confirmed when you hear him laugh maniacally, his arms tightening around you.

“You’re never going to escape, you know that.” Hot tears start to stream down your cheeks at the realization. He stands in front of you and wipes them away with his thumb, holding your face with both hands to get closer, his cool breath on your face before “reassuring” you “you should just give up, this is your reality now after all.”

Your lips are very close, but he stares as if he expects you to give in. You know he’s just trying to manipulate you, but you also know that it will end in the same thing one way or another because you’ve been caught, there is no other option. Your head moves a few millimeters and your lips collide, at first it's a soft and gentle kiss, but Kaeya changes that when he suddenly sticks his tongue in your mouth, searching for yours and caressing it roughly, giving you no space to breathe.

“You know what? I always wondered…” he begins, separating from you and stroking his fingers across your collarbone as you let out a long sigh. “Do you think that if I put my dick here…” one of his hands goes down a little further and touches your belly, squeezing it slightly and eliciting a weak whine from you. “…and cum inside, you will become a mermaid?” He giggles.

“Maybe not, because even though your mouth is full of saliva you don't become one. Maybe you just need to be dry on the outside.” You tilt your head to the side. What's he on about?

“We should test it.” He suggests, but it looks more like a command, because in the next moment, the hand that was on your belly goes into your shorts.

It's worth reminding you that he didn't even bother to buy you some panties :(

Your eyes go wide when you feel two fingers pressing against your clit, moving them up and down to get a reaction from you, a reaction he expected when watching your face during the entire process. His pants were already forming a transparent, wet stain of pre-cum and he was squeezing his bulge with his other hand. He must have been like this for a long time…

“Have you done this before?” You shake your head. He hums before pulling your shorts off and placing himself between your thighs. “Then you’ll like what I’m about to do now.” It's the only thing you hear before you feel his lips surrounding your clit to suck the sensitive bud. Your head falls back and your mouth opens. Only the slurping sounds, the noise of the waves, and the sweet moans that you let out from time to time could be heard.

You were absolutely dripping, Kaeya couldn't believe someone could get that wet. He kept drinking down your juices, but it kept coming out and it was turning him crazy. Slowly, one of his fingers circles your tight hole and he eases it in, your walls opening to accommodate him with ease.

“You wouldn’t stop dripping.” He simply justifies, surprising you even more when he starts moving his finger from one side to another, as if to open you up more.

It felt really good, your pussy contracted around him, even more so when he started eating you out again, his tongue playing with your clit as he opened you up for him, now with two fingers.

It didn’t take long for a strong sensation to form in your core, and he could tell by the way you clenched around his fingers. “That’s right, Y/N. Let it all out. There’s no one here but us.” He pounds his fingers into you, watching your face contort in ecstasy as you can't help but release small gasps of pleasure between your moans. “Cum for me, Y/N. I want to see you cum so bad” his words spurred on you as you felt yourself finally reaching your limit. Your thighs begin to tremble and you cum with his fingers inside you and his mouth devouring your clit.

There's no time to recover, Kaeya is on top of you, your chest is heavy and you breathe irregularly, looking up and seeing him suck every sticky finger from your pleasure. He sees you blushing and feels his dick twitch with desire. “I bet you’d love it if I did it again, wouldn’t you? This time filling your tight pussy with my thick cock until you can’t breathe?” He then leans in close to your ear and whispers “wouldn’t you like to feel me inside you, Y/N?”

You gulp down, and you know he’s right. You turn your head to the side and remain silent, a little embarrassed for acting like this. But he smiles. He loves how vulnerable you are right now, and he also loves how you try to hide your pleasure despite failing miserably. He uses the opportunity to admire your delicate folds and glistening hole. You look fucking delicious now, but he has more to do, for example shamelessly grinding his tip into your pussy.

You jump from the sudden action and look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I'll be quick, I promise. I just need to feel you.” He hurries. You place a hand on his chest, as if to push him away, but you can’t really do it and he pulls your arm behind his neck in a quick action. “You can scratch me if you want.” Kaeya’s face turns into a grin as he positions himself at your entrance and starts thrusting into you all at once.

“Y-you- what are you- mmh?” You try to say something, but only moans come out and Kaeya chuckles “just let go and enjoy it. I promise not to hurt you.” He relished in the feeling of being so deep inside of you, your walls clenching around him tighter with each stroke, going in and out of you until you were close. “Feel free to let go at any time” he jokes, but he gently strokes your swollen clit with his thumb to help you get there, and his cock reaches your G spot easily, massaging it while you suffocate his dick inside you from how much your pussy is getting tighter around him. It drives him wild with pleasure when you finally squirt on his cock.

“O-oh? Didn’t know you could cum so quickly.”he teases, but he can’t help but moan louder and work harder, increasing his pace and strength to empty himself deep inside you, you’re still so sensitive that when he cums, moaning with a long growl, you feel yourself cumming along with him again.

“See? You didn’t turn into a mermaid.” He pulled out of you, leaving you empty and used, your pussy was dripping wet with his seed, but he was satisfied with the feeling of having his cum coating your insides.

Kaeya glances down at your flushed face and runs a hand through your hair possessively. Your eyes were filled with lust, and your breathing was heavy. He looked down at you, admiring the sight of your naked body. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you were looking so worn out. Smiling, he took hold of your hips, pulling you closer to him and leaning down to kiss you, his tongue dancing against yours as he held you tightly against him.

“You’re mine, do you hear me?”

He felt like he couldn’t live without you now.

[dadvans]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @tiltingheartand, thank you! from an almost finished Tommy POV

They go surfing. Well, Evan surfs, and Tommy just kind of chills from the beach and gets a nice tan. It’s fun to watch Evan show off. He’s still baby deer nervous sometimes with Tommy, like he’s relearning how to walk, or like Tommy is the proctor of a Good Bisexual test, and Evan’s trying a little too hard to pass. But on the water it all fades away as all the overthinking he does melts off him, riding down the line.

He comes out of the water goofy on endorphins after a few waves and collapses cold and wet from the ocean on Tommy, who is warm and dry on his towel, smothering him with a kiss.

“You sure you don’t want a lesson? I’ve been told I’m a very capable teacher,” Evan says, voice dripping suggestively. “Worked my way up and down a few coastlines, you know.”

Tommy likes this side of Evan when Evan lets it out. Maybe they need to go to the beach more, even if he doesn’t really care about getting in the water. “Nah, I’d be shark bait out there.”

Evan rolls his eyes and zips open his wetsuit, peeling it off so the arms hang loose at his hips. “Chances of a shark attack are less than one in three million. You have a higher chance of getting struck by lightning.”

“Should I be worried about you then?” One of the first things Tommy learned about Evan before he really knew him was that the kid was kind of a disaster magnet. What’s the probability of being bitten by a shark when you’ve already been struck by lightning?

“You don’t need to worry about me, not out there anyway,” Evan says with a gentle tilt of his head toward the ocean. He’s delusional. Tommy likes him so much. “Kind of feel like you might have jinxed a second ride out today though. Wanna get lunch instead?”

They wind up at the good kind of greasy seaside bar. Tommy gets the fish tacos that came recommended, but Evan is making love to an oyster po’ boy with his mouth.

“You know,” Evan says, licking at the mayo clinging to the corner of his lips, “I totally fell for the idea of being a pick up artist when I heard about it in high school. Always tried finding new ways to get with girls. I read up on aphrodisiacs once.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Evan Buckley?” Tommy asks wryly, staring at the half-chewed fried oyster hanging out of his sandwich.

“Nah, turns out it’s all bullshit. Found that out after I took my prom date to this seafood place and ordered us a dozen raw in the half shell thinking maybe I’d get lucky. I looked up at her after slurping down three of them, and you should’ve seen the look on her face. I thought she was gonna puke.”

Tommy snorts the sip of water he was taking back out onto the bar.

“The only natural aphrodisiac I can think of that isn’t like”—Evan lifts his own beer—“or a party drug is ambergris, which is kind of like whale shit, but not really. It’s illegal in the states though.”

“Evan, I’m eating,” Tommy says, but he’s laughing.

Evan, oblivious, continues, “They say it smells like shit on its own too, but something about it has them putting it in perfumes. I can’t remember what. Can you imagine if I showed up caked in whale shit for a date though?”

Tommy looks at him and Evan stares back, smile half-knowing and all hopeful, waiting for anything Tommy is willing to give him.

Just for that, Tommy doesn’t call bullshit. He says, “You think you’re hilarious,” and Evan shrugs, happily taking another bite of his po’ boy.

tagging: @thekookster @plethoriall @marmolita @al-the-remix @rcmclachlan

[propertyofwhitney67]

(no worries I should be getting back in soon enough according to Tumblr support)

okay so mermaid Whitney that still has his gang of little shits and sinks the ship you were aboard of

you fortunately wash up on a random deserted island, with nothing on you except spite and a grit to survive

now by this point whit has noticed someone survived his little stunt and he's curious, thinking over the pros and cons of approaching you, so he observes you making a new life on the island for the next couple of days (the fact that you only have one set of clothes that you need to wash and let dry is an added bonus)

he decides to mess with you a little (totally not because he wants to be a part of your life a little bit), spelling things out with rocks on the beach while you're out picking fruits, putting some freshly caught fish next to your campfire (to freak you out of course, totally not to show he can provide for you), leaving you handmade necklaces made of shells and pearls in the shelter you scrapped together (taking advantage of you being gone to enjoy himself with the scent you left behind)

at one point, he starts intentionally beaching himself so you'll come close to him to help him out. if you do try to come to his aid, he'll flash you a razor sharp smile (hehe Whitney with shark teeth) and drag you into the water, only letting you go when you start to run out of air.

if you try to communicate with him, he pretends to not understand your language, so you're fumbling to mime anything while he silently laughs at you.

his gang is confused as to why he's hanging around this island so much, but he's threatened each and every one of them to stay away, that's his territory, his prey

he's already started arranging a nice cave for you, with a soft seaweed bed to lie down and mate, so don't be surprised if he doesn't let you leave the water the next time you try to help

(short and messy but I'm having too many thoughts to rearrange them, too much Whitney on the brain)

-apple 🍎

He's trying to woo you and I fucking love it so much. He's desperate but he'd rather die than admit that.

I love that this bitch just beaches himself. Just imagine all this weird shit happening, random food showing up, weird letters in the sand, feeling like you're being watched all the time, and to top it off a fucking mermaid washes up on shore and tries to drown you. Sure they let you go each time but it's terrifying.

I love him so much

[or0ch1maru]

Akatsuki Beach day HCs?(also include orochimaru if you don't mind) kisame is thriving

Anytime I think akatsuki and the beach I can only imagine absolute chaos

I’m loving all these fun and mushy scripts y’all are sending my way🖤🥺also, please don’t worry if it takes me a while to get to yours, my small business and my job(I work retail and it’s been a HOT MESS with Christmas right around the corner) tend to take up a lot of my time but I promise to get to every one you lovies send in<3

Okay, back to it..

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🐚so for starters I could see Konan being the main planner. Food, drinks, making sure they have enough of literally everything they could need, as well as making sure everybody wakes up on time to leave.

🐠then for the majority of the time they’re at the beach she would be found relaxing under an umbrella reading or watching everybody have a good time.

🦞pain on the other hand would be trying to stop deidara from blowing up Tobi. (I’ll elaborate further down)

🪸pain would definitely be the ‘dad’ of the group, making sure things aren’t getting too out of hand, and failing terribly at it. Zetsu lost a sandal? Just go barefoot, what’s the worst that could happen? He gets a splinter or a rock scrapes his heel. Feels bad when Zetsu starts crying about his foot hurting, would buy him ice cream as an apology.

🌊I imagine Zetsu as being a big softie. Just like Tobi he wouldn’t know what to do first. I also see him having a slight fear of water? Someone tries splashing him he’d close his leaves? Pinchers? Locking himself in his own shelter

☀️he’d find a bucket, a cup, literally anything and start collecting all the pretty shells he spots, even when the bucket gets full, he’ll start stuffing them in his pockets.

🪼our gentle masked comrade Tobi would refuse to take his mask off, let alone his shirt🥺

🐙poor thing couldn’t figure out what to do when they first arrived; go swimming? Build a sandcastle? Collect shells? Stare at the fish and other sea creatures showing themselves in the water? Nope, he decided on doing what he does best, piss off Deidara

🐬doesn’t even mean to do so, deidara is as explosive as his art so of course he’s going to get mad when Tobi accidentally gets sand in his hair.

🐋would retreat far into the ocean on a floaty, avoiding Tobi as much as possible. His hair would be tied up into a bun to keep the sea water from drying it out. Would most likely be those floaties with the little cup holder in it, probably with a beer can or sake in it.

🦭Sasori my man, I can imagine him working on a sandcastle. Using his skills to make a large one with details that would be tedious to anybody but him.

🦐he would volunteer to run up to the shops to grab things his comrades may want. No matter how small or stupid that item might be. Would buy small toys and presents in the gifts shops for everyone. He really enjoys walking through the board walk, will take a break and hang out on the pier for a bit before returning to the group.

🐚the zombie combo would both be talking and trying to pick up the gorgeous women who also decided to head to the beach that day. Hidan of course would be much more outgoing and flamboyant about it. Showing off his muscles and abs.

🐠Kakuzu on the other hand, all he’s gotta do is show off that one smirk of his to have them hypnotized. Wouldn’t care if one of them felt up on his scars or touched his hair. He won’t voice it, not even to Hidan, but he enjoys the attention, even if nothing comes of it.

🦈oh boy Kisame. Do I really have to say anything? As you said, he’d be THRIVING.

🦈would be moving through the water with ease, not even a ripple would be seen as he swims. Within minutes, sharks and other large sea animals would be seen following him around. He’d be so cute about it too, feeding them random shit he’d find, knowing what they want, or giving the sharks little boops on their noses(you can’t tell me you don’t see him doing this) and would be the main one to eat like 90% of the food Konan packed. She would make him join Sasori when going to the shops so he can stock up on everything he devoured.

🦞our sweet boy Itachi would pop into the water for a little bit before wandering off to the tide pools. He would find a patch of sand to sit on, watching as the sea stars and small fish go about their business as they wait for the tide to come back in

🪸would eventually get tired of being in the sun and lay out a towel next to Konan to hang out under the umbrella. They would talk or sit in silence, depends on how either of them are feeling that day.

•snake boy orochimaru would LATHER himself in sunscreen, you see how pale he is? (No offense, i love him) and he would also wear sunglasses to protect his eyes.

🌊I could see him complaining about the sun and trying to avoid it like the plague, acting as if the sun is the worst thing imaginable. Not one to express his feelings well if at all and uses his complaints to hide the fact that he’s actually having the time of his life. Would put a fish or eel in a jar, wanting to bring it back to the compound to keep as a pet until Konan tells him release it. Promising to take him to a pet store to get one there instead.

☀️towards the end of the day, moving into the early evening the whole group would play volleyball or fuck around in the water, splashing each other until everybody’s out of breath.

[elllisaaa]

Hear me out… a fantasy fic about merman Felix x reader

first things first, felix gives out such strong merman vibes, he would look so good swimming in the ocean with his long blond hair omggg i love it ! i've never posted anything about fantasy on this account (yet) so i don't know if many people will enjoy it but i do, soooo much ! let me know if you would like to have a full fic about it maybe ? i'm into this idea i must say…

MERMAN!FELIX and you, a marine biologist, that is very passionate about what you're doing. every new day, you hop on the boat you use to make your samples. since you were a kid, you always loved the sea, maybe because you were living so close to the ocean and spent all your days at the beach. that's how your passion for marine creatures started, so much that you decided to make it your job. and you loved to scuba dive everyday to take notes on the species you're studying. in conclusion, you were doing your dream job and you couldn't be happier.

and you were even happier to go on a month-long study in the middle of the ocean. every night, you stay out to watch the beautiful stars in the sky, loving the way they reflect in the water. for a week, you are unaware of the gaze following your movements each night. and then you see him, particularly his head picking out from underwater, the intense brown eyes watching you intensely. you both jump in surprise when you realize you saw each other. felix doesn't have the courage to come see you that night, so he comes back the next one, but you're not there, and he prays that he didn't scare you away.

three days after your first encounter, you call for him asking : "is someone there ?" you think you're stupid, and that you just hallucinated what you saw. nobody could live in the ocean like that, and mermaids don"t exist. you have a logical mind, and you cannot help but rationalize his existence. it was probably just something you imagined because you were tired. but you see the guy approaching, you can't help the scream that you let out. felix is quick to slap his hand on your mouth, though : " please don't yell, you'll wake them up."

you succeed in calming down a little, but the shiny fish tail you can see underwater brings back every doubt and nervous feelings you had the second just before. "w-what are you ?" - "i'm a merman" he states as if it was obvious, but for you it made you question everything you knew. "but that doesn't exist, it's impossible, i must be dreaming !" - "you're not, i'm real." felix cannot say anything else before you run away.

he doesn't expect you to come back the next day but you are here, waiting for him. "are you okay." - "i just… i just don't understand how you can be real." felix chuckles in a low tone, and you take a propre look at him, at his cheeks covered in freckles and his long blond hair that are starting to dry because of the wind. "i don't know either, i'm here, that's all."

both of you stay silent for a little while. if it wasn't for the fish tail, you could believe that he is only a human. "what's your name ?" - "felix. and you ?" - "y/n". this is nothing, but this is what starts your nightly meetings with the merman.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

their first summer in Cali is full of sunshine, hot sand, and a seawater breeze

it’s ruffling Steve’s hair where he sits on the beach, watching his boyfriend paddle out on his board, the muscles on his back working to make Steve’s mouth dry (and it does)

he takes gulps of his warm water and gives the sky a pinched look, wiping the sweat from his upper lip and still tasting salt when he swipes his tongue across it

looking back at the water, he sees Billy catch a wave; swims with it for a moment, pushes himself up - and falls

Steve smiles only when Billy’s head pops back up and he can faintly hear the blond cursing the wax on his board, as if he hadn’t done it himself earlier that morning in their backyard

surfing is a waiting game, Steve’s come to learn. it makes Billy the most patient person he’s ever known. sometimes, his boyfriend waits all day, for nothing, and Steve wonders how that could be fun

but, he knows that Billy’s happier sitting on his board in a waveless ocean than he ever was for a second in Hawkins. and while Steve sometimes misses the midwest, with its comfortable, boring familiarity, the future that they’ve drawn out together keeps him from being too homesick

Billy comes back, dripping water all over their blanket and sticking his board into the sand where he knows it’ll give Steve some shade

“you’re looking hot,” Billy huffs with a smile, flicks his hands so water drops onto Steve’s face and chest

it’s a little refreshing and Steve reaches a hand out to him, “yeah, feeling it, too.”

Billy takes it and pulls Steve to his feet, doesn’t step back when his boyfriend is only inches away from his face now

Steve sees the freckles scattered across Billy’s nose and shoulders - they’ve bloomed right before his eyes under the hot sun for the past week

and where the sun carefully kisses a tan and freckles across Billy’s nose and shoulders, it bites Steve

“maybe we need to invest in an umbrella for your pale midwest ass,” Billy mutters with a smirk, presses his fingertip against Steve’s nose gently - and it hurts

definitely sunburnt

“yeah, think so,” Steve smiles, knowing he probably looks stupid with his red nose and cheeks but Billy still kisses him behind his surfboard, keeps him close until he’s had his fill

even gives Steve a little smack on the ass when he pulls away, hums, “still look good enough to eat.”

“good thing we packed a lunch,” he replies dumbly, but Billy still humours him with a little laugh

easy and familiar

“wanna go for a dip before we eat?” Billy asks, trailing his cool fingers down the side of Steve’s arm

and Steve swears his boyfriend is part fish, with how much he loves the water. he can’t even begin to imagine how badly he’d missed the ocean during that year and some months in Hawkins

landlocked. like Steve had been all his life, until he’d met the ocean in the form of angry blue eyes in 1984.

and the ocean is vast and demanding but Steve knows he’s safe with Billy, so he nods, mutters, “yeah,” and watches a grin bloom on that handsome face just for him

the heat of the sun is worth it, even later, when Steve is red and hot and whining about his burns while Billy carefully rubs aloe onto his skin and promises a beach umbrella

[rascheln]

Mermay aka thinking of little mermaid Steve who loves to lie in the sun till his long hair is dry and feel the wind blow through it, wishing he could run through fields and forests, watching the humans Make Things. When he feels brave, he swims close to a small fishing town at night and watches as the lights flicker in windows and laughter and music spills from houses he can only imagine what they look inside.

He rarely gets close during the day to avoid the fishermen spotting his shiny scales. One of them in particular, who he knows is his own age. He remembers the man, has watched him grow up as Steve's tail grew longer as well, always keeping track of what was once a little boy he saved from drowning. 'Billy' the others call him. He's already spotted Steve once, when he wasn't careful enough! His entire face lit up, a childlike wonder that made Steve's stomach do little somersaults in his belly.

But no matter how much he wants to talk to Billy, learn all about the jokes he tells the other fishermen, the evenings he spends at the tavern, the few times Steve has spotted Billy walking by the shore, bare feet in the water and curls wild around his head... He can't. He has to keep his and his kind's existence a secret.

Until one day, he hears whispers among the sirens. That a sea witch has set up shop in the crevasse far out at sea. That she offers potions and spells that can fulfill any wish you could think of. For the right price.

And sure, Steve owns pearls and jewels, shiny trinkets and stones he could offer in exchange for time spent on land. But he knows that's not an equivalent payment for his wish. So he brings nothing but himself when he sets out for the journey into the depths. He follows a trail of eerily glowing glass bulbs, to the stall of a being shrouded in flowing algae and whispy fabric. The sea witch has no hands, no face, it offers no assurances or comfort. Only a green pearl, swirling with the shades of a tree canopy where the sun shines through the leaves, set on a seashell saucer.

Silently, Steve accepts the offer. He knows the price he has to pay before he even takes the pearl and carries it up, up, up, to the surface and a rocky beach near the town. He holds the pearl to the light and delights in how it catches and refracts the sun onto his face.

Then he swallows it.

On a hike to his favorite reading spot by the shore, where the trees hang over the cliffs and you can catch a hint of the rose hip blossoms on the breeze, Billy Hargrove finds a beautiful man with no clothes and no memory. But when the man smiles at him, he knows. Somehow he knows that they have met before.

[bots-and-cons]

I was re-reading your rules, do you mind writing merformers?

Like merformers starscream had gotten a beating from megatron for whatever his latest takeover scheme was and the reader found Starscream injured on the strip of inlet her backyard is on. She nursed the merformer back to health and now he’s kind of spoiled because whenever he can’t get food or just doesn’t feel like hunting he knows he just has to show up and the readers house and she will have some sort of food for him. He won’t admit it but Starscream is developing a crush and puff up his fins and Gill frills to look bigger (he’s totally posturing) 😂

Omg, I freaking love this especially the whole posturing part you mentioned. I just hope I did it justice because I had a lot of thoughts about this but I don't know if I really got them to sound coherent

•Starscream had managed to get away from Megatron, but he had passed out from his injuries

•When he woke up, he found himself washed up on a small beach

•He didn’t realize it right away, but someone had wrapped his arms and tail fins in something white

•When he did  though, he tried to immediately get it off

•”Hey, don’t do that!” he heard someone yell

•Starscream can understand english but since his species doesn’t communicate the same way humans do, he can’t exactly talk it’s more like clicks, hisses and chirps if that makes sense

•Well he could learn to talk at least to some extent, but since he has a dislike for humans, he’s never bothered to

•He of course hissed at you and attempted to get back into the ocean, away from the beach and away from you

•But his tail was hurt and so were his arms so he couldn’t really back away from you

•You’d heard of merfolk, sure, but you never imagined you’d meet one

•So when this big mer washed up on the beach behind your house, you were a bit hesitant as to what to do

•But then you noticed he was bleeding and hurt so you decided to patch him up and hope he wouldn’t eat you in the process

•You got him patched up, and sat down on a rock a few meters away waiting for him to wake up

•You occasionally threw some water on him with a bucket, so he wouldn’t dry up

•But when he woke up you ended up in a bit of a standoff

•Starscream was just staring at you with a very aggressive expression, but you also detected some fear in his eyes

•So you sat back down on the rock and just told him: “Don’t take those off, they’re gonna help you heal” motioning towards the bandages

•Starscream retreated back into the water but he didn’t leave, he just sort of swam circles where he could still keep an eye on you

•You sat there on the rock and looked as the gray mer swam lazy circles in the water

•You figured some food might help him feel better so you went in to get the rest of the fish you’d cooked earlier that day

•You set it on the beach, on a plate of course and sat back down to wait 

•Starscream smelled the fish and hesitantly swam closer to the shore, grabbing the fish quickly and stuffing it into his mouth before diving back under

•This became almost a daily occurrence, Starscream would appear on the shallows behind your house and you would feed him whatever you happened to have at hand 

•He also let you take off his bandages after about a week of this whole trust building exercise

•Starscream started to bring you gifts in exchange for the food, things like sea shells and fish, but he mostly brought the fish so you would cook it and give it back to him because he was starting to get a bit spoiled

•Every time you come to bring him food, he tries to look as big as he can because he wants to impress you and seem strong

•One night you were going for a little swim and Starscream appeared and started swimming slow circles around you

•You were just floating there, looking up at the night sky and smiling

•Starscream found himself staring at you in awe and he started swimming closer and closer to you

•You weren’t scared, but you were a little nervous about the way he was looking at you

•You could only see his eyes and up from there and you sort of felt like you were being hunted

•Not like in a bad way though, more like he just wanted to catch you and not actually eat you

[homodotus]

I really hope this is your requests line

This is my first ever request and I hope it's cool with you. So it's just a fem!reader in where reader defends kiri and helps the boys fight ao'nung and his dudes and after the fight, kiri patches the reader up something like that and cuteness at the end hope this isn't too long 😭

thank you @themastaralex for a request! tw: blood. word count: 3035

small hands

The wood here is dry and smooth against your knees as you lean over the dock, splashing the sea water over your heated shoulders. The wood has begun to warp from your years of fishing; two circular dents about the size of your knees, and two more beside it similar to your feet - a sort of signature to this far-off, idyllic fishing spot you so favour. The day is hot; the sun is unforgiving with its heat, but the waves carry its rays to the shore, fracturing the light like one of Tsahik's crystals. You can feel the tickle of sweat at the parting of your hair, dripping down the nape of your neck. You rise, a sigh of resignation escaping from your lips as your back straightens with a pop. You pull at your net, the rope picking at the calluses of your roughened palms as you work out the knots and pluck it from the flaking wood that splinters the dock. Your shoulders have broadened over the years, muscle thickening as you threw the net, hauled the crates of fish, fought the bigger prey with a spear; your stature had begun to mimic your father's, and you wait in itchy anticipation for tattoos to adorn your arms. You imagine it now, looking into the shimmering horizon: mighty hunts beyond the reef, toughened skin marred with impressive scars and jewellery decorated with razored teeth. The net blossoms in the air as you toss it, the rope striking the water in an audible slap before it sinks below.

It was in your periphery, as you turned into the throw, that you spotted the Omatikayan girl floating in the shallow waters of an isolated piece of beach.  She has done this often in the few days since the forest people arrived -- she lingers in observation, fawning over some mediocre bit of nature that you could not understand her fascination with. You supposed you had outgrown the wonder of the reef - but still, she watches the water carry the sand as if it were riveting, feet kicking out of the water. It seems so primitive.

A tugging at the net brought you back to your fishing. There is a relief in your shoulders as they roll and loosen as you pull at the rope, fighting against the fish. You whisper your gratitude to Eywa, plucking the fish from the net and tossing them into baskets. It was a cyclical duty, the repetition of which would have others your age moan and complain, but it was mindless enough; it is therapeutic to work with your hands and not think too hard about things. Hours could pass before you even realised. 

The midday sun was considerably more tolerant. Once more you are on your knees, pawing at the water; it is cool against your skin, and your muscles ache for a weightless soak. Droplets run down your forearms, dance at the end of your elbows. You run a wetted hand across your sweaty face, and your ears curl toward the sound of sloppy footsteps to your right; Tonowari's son is whispering to a couple of other boys as they walk, snickering behind their hands and pointing to the distant shoreline. You mumble your annoyance under your breath, palming water into your face once more. Skxawng.

"Look at her", you hear him laugh, "what is she doing? These tree na'vi are wrong in the head."

Another boy - Rotxo, you think his name is, replies, "she is a freak."

This is not your business, you tell yourself; they are not your people, she is alien, she is not true Na'vi. You stand to pick up the net, ignoring the way your fingers tighten around the rope, whitening at the knuckles, ignoring the way your stomach churns at their words, at your own words. Your ears flicker toward her soft voice as she regards them in ignorance, "Hm? What did you say?"

'Freak', they laugh, pulling at her tail and grasping at her arms. The girl's ears are flat against her skull as she curls in on herself. 

You throw the net; it is half-assed and fruitless. Your eyes are closed and your jaw is clenched. Beyond the noise of your grinding teeth you hear another set of footsteps, this time fast and weighted. "Stay away from my sister!" A boy growls, and you open your eyes with a defeated sigh: two more Omatikayan kids, baring their teeth at the gaggle of Metkayina boys. The one that throws the first punch is tall but lanky, and though he is fast he takes as many hits as he throws. The other's shoulders are as broad as your own; he turns solidly into his punches, balances his weight on his feet well. They will do fine enough, you had thought, before watching Rotxo drag one of the Omatikayan boys through the sand by his hairy tail.

The net has sunk to the sea floor, no fish ensnared. You hiss in frustration as the rope falls from your hand and into the water with a sad splash, and you break into a jog toward the boys.

Rotxo's taunt is swallowed up by a breathless grunt as your body hits his; he flails in the sand like a beached fish, mouth gaping incredulously. You face Ao'nung, heart beating with a sudden adrenaline, and your breathing stutters. "Just because you are the son of a clan leader does not mean you are entitled to treat others like this. A son of Tonowari would behave better." Ao'nung is almost foaming at the mouth; you feel the spittle hit your face as he hisses. "You father would be disappointed in you."

The adrenaline coursing through your body did little to prepare your face for Ao'nung's charged fist; your lip split with a heated sting, and his knuckle collided into your nose with a sickening crack. Your tongue was overwhelmed with the taste of iron, and the saltiness was not so dissimilar to the sea. 

You tried to breathe through your nose. You choked on blood instead.

There was no thought of consequence as you reeled back your fist, knuckles popping and shoulders flexing as if you were about the throw a net deep into sea. There was an angry thudding at your temple, a tension that made your eyeballs bulge and teeth bite at your inner cheek. The skin splits as you bring your knuckle-white fist down onto Ao'nung's face, into his teeth. A mix of spit and blood leapt from his mouth, pooling at his chin. His lip was beginning to purple. "Tonowari will hear of this, Ao'nung!" You hiss, driving your fist into his shoulder, the both of you breathing hard. At the threat, Ao'nung begrudgingly resigned, eye twitching in bottled fury; he shoulders past you as Rotxo spits at your feet. 

There is a tickle at your chest, a blossoming warmth; it alarms you, looking down, to see how much blood is dripping from your chin. You tentatively touch your face, pulling back at the sting of your lip and the deep ache at the ridge of your nose. Your fingers are bloodied. 

You turn to leave, breath held as to not choke on your own blood in front of the Omatikayan kids; she catches your eye, then. The forest girl. Her five fingers reach out toward you, muttering something shaky and incoherent, but you pull away from her touch. A tiredness settles within you, and you pinch your bleeding nose as you retreat to the docks.

You sit once more at the edge, reserving a moment to compose yourself before seeking out your net, trying to stifle the anxiety that begins to bubble in your stomach.

You ease yourself slowly into the water, small waves kneading your stomach and blood melting into ripples of orange. This time, you anticipate the pain: the sea water laps up the blood and cleans your wounds; instinctively you flex your hand as your knuckles sting, cursing as a sharp, burning pain shoots up your wrist.

You allow yourself to float, kicking off a piece of choral; you guard your hand, holding it close to your chest as the water carries you. It is seamless, weightless; the blues of the sky and the sea melt into one another. For a moment, you can forget the chastisement from your parents, the reprimands - certain to happen - and forget about your cuts and bruises. For now, there is only you, the water, and Eywa. It feels like home; the cool water at your back and the sun that kisses your face, like a fire on a rainy day, the smell of salt and distant petrichor. 

You breathe in, filling your lungs with that fresh, chilly sea breeze, and arch backward into the water to find the net. You reach for it with your better hand, gathering the rope in your arms before kicking off the seabed. 

She watches you break the surface, the curls of your dark hair contorting in the sun's warmth as you blink away the water. Her eyes explore you like they do the sand, the sea, the little fish that swim at her feet and pulse beneath the eclipse; it is all wonder and delicate curiosity. She has cocooned herself within her leafy shoal, gripping at the seams as if to hide herself. That look of guilt and nervousness lingers on her face still. Her five fingers pick at themselves.

Your own eyes are strong and unblinking, unwavering teal; you watch her as if to understand a foreign fish or a new knot that your mother teaches you. But her gaze remains just as soft, just as innocent. "Kiri," A gentle voice says, "come."

Tossing the net atop the dock, you find purchase on the thick column of wood buried deep into the seabed, sand churning as you climb it. Pain blossoms at your wrist again as you lift your weight, and you instinctively hiss. The girl draws in a sharp breath as she watches, and a taller woman emerges from a nearby marui pod to steer her inside, speaking to her softly. She huffs in frustration as she breaks your gaze.

You sit on the dock's edge a moment longer, testing the limitations of your wrist. "Kiri," you repeat, swirling the word around your mouth with your tongue, as if to see how the name would taste. 

The flavour of it is polluted by the lingering zest of blood. 

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The ocean disappears into the darkness, and the setting sun makes the distant islands burn a deep red in the horizon. The gentle sea breeze tickles at her cheek, and there is little warmth other than the sombre flicker of mounted firelight. Kiri pulls the shoal tighter around her shoulders.Her five-toed feet are familiar with the lubricous and barky terrain of the forest, but the splintered and sand-sprinkled slabbed wood of the docks rasps at her soft feet. She picks at the twine of her belt as she walks its length, anxiously readjusting the medicine pouch at her side as her feet begin to blister.

You had looked different from afar, Kiri thinks, as you worked through the knots of your net and waded through the shallow waters with a pointed spear. The Metkayina were broader, their bones strong and limbs finned; your thickened muscle and robust stature were admirable - you looked as much a warrior as you did a fisherwoman. And though your jaw was strong and hard-set, your cheek was soft and your chin was dimpled; your patterned turquoise skin reminded her of the fractured light that danced on the sand that she so loved to observe.

The gentle image of your skin dwindled away at the distant sound of grinding wood. Kiri stopped abruptly at your presence, toe stubbing the dock at the sudden flush of nervousness. The muscle in your thigh braced as you crouched for the weighted crate of fish; the torchlight accentuated the muscle on your back and highlighted the veins that ran along your forearm, and kissed your skin with a healthy glow. Kiri hesitated before she approached, coughing softly for your attention. Her heart had never beaten as fast, and she chews at her bottom lip in anxiety. She unclips the pouch from her belt and holds it to her chest as you turn. Kiri's gaze focuses on the dark bruise at your lip, stark and ugly against your skin, instead of your own eyes. You sigh before she has even said anything.

"Come," you say, setting down the crate with a thud before you rise, beckoning for her to follow as you walk the dock. The sounds of the evening clatter and murmuring melt away into the darkness; it is quieter here, and the tension in Kiri's shoulders lessens somewhat at the sight of the glowing choral and bioluminescent fish. Still, she cannot meet your gaze.

"I have something from home to help with your face," Kiri whispers, opening the pouch and gathering the leaves, roots and vials into her hands, holding them out for you to see. She can feel a heat in her cheeks as you inspect with your forefinger warily. Kiri notices the rudimentary bandage around your injured wrist, and a lump forms in her throat, mottled in guilt. You breathe deeply, and your ankles pop as you lower yourself to settle at the dock's edge. The gentle evening waves lick at your feet, and you extend a hand in invitation when Kiri hesitates to join you.

"Show me your forest medicine." Perhaps it was because the ice had been broken, perhaps it was because you had finally spoken to her, perhaps it was because it was now just the two of you, perhaps it was simply because she was passionate about medicine  -- Kiri could not decide, but she smiled. She sat facing your left, her legs crossed as she settled her trinkets beside her on the worn wood. Kiri displayed them perfectly in line, from least useful to most, bringing them up for you to see as she softly chattered. She looks at you in an excitement she hopes does not translate into childishness. Sometimes you entertain her with an interested hum or an ignorant but sincere question:

 "No, no. This is far better. It has similar healing properties but it stings significantly less. I do not usually have much of it because Lo'ak always gets himself into trouble, and Tuk scrapes her knees a lot." 

Your laugh is lovelier than Kiri had predicted. It is soft and comes easily from the throat; it feels like a tender kiss to the cheek. She looks up from the paste she is kneading between her fingers and into your gentle gaze. "May I?" Kiri whispers, and though you eye it warily, you nod. She is gentle as she thumbs your lower lip, mindlessly reaching out with her spare hand to tenderly cup your cheek for purchase. Her touch lingers at the softness of your skin, and she licks at her dry lips beneath your pointed gaze, throat darkening in a blush.

"Thank you, Kiri," you murmur, a shadow of a smirk pulling at your lips. Her ears flutter at the sound of her name, and they fold when she decides she likes it. The remaining paste is wiped onto a piece of dried tree bark and she pockets it for later; she washes her hands in the cold sea water, and dips her own toes in to imitate you, facing the dark expanse of the ocean. 

"I should be the one thanking you," Kiri laughs breathily, swallowing around the lump in her throat. She watches you lick at your lip in her periphery, pretending not to notice. Her ears fold once more. Your face contorts in disgust at the grassy taste of the paste. "I am sorry," Kiri whispers, gripping at the wooded edge of the dock, jaw tense, "it is my fault that you are hurt." You gently nudge at her side, craning your head to try and catch her eyes, but she stares miserably at the small fish disturbing the sand below.

"Do not apologise," you say firmly, resting your hand atop the younger girl's knee; your touch is coarse, yet warm and tender, and your three strong fingers are large enough to wrap around her leg. A soft gasp escapes her lips. She wonders what her hand would feel like in your own. "That skxawng had it coming. You had done nothing wrong. Tonowari will hear of his son's behaviour, I promise." Kiri wonders what good it will do since her father wants to kiss at the chieftain's finned feet, but she appreciates the sentiment nevertheless.

You rise, and mindlessly she begins to do the same, wanting to follow. "Come", you say, voice softer than before, reaching out a hand for her to take. You whisper her name when she hesitates, and Kiri feels as if she could melt into a puddle. "I must show you the shore in the dark. When the waves break on the sand, there is light - a blue glow. You must see it." Her hands are smaller in yours, silky and delicate, smudged with green forest medicine. Your tender grip makes her stomach flutter, a sensation new and odd to describe, and she lets you pull her gently along the dock and onto the beach, gently thumbing your scabbing knuckles. The sand is cold and it tickles her feet, and she giggles at the feeling. You look back to smile at her, skin aglow in the dark and curled hair dancing in the night's wind, and she returns it in earnest with a toothy grin.

You tell her your name as you walk, and Kiri repeats it delicately as if it were as natural as the waves kissing the sand; it felt comfortable on her tongue, and sounded idyllic in her voice. The shoal loosens around her shoulders as she laughs and stumbles in the sand, and she looks at her hand in yours in such an adoration it almost frightens her. The night is beautiful, she thinks, you are beautiful, and it feels so beautiful to be alive.

[blorbocedes]

wow, the alex video you posted IS so deranged and yet valid. i for one would love to hear any further thoughts about galex cannibalism you may have??

this is so deranged...... anyways what if galex were stuck on an island 🤪😳🏝 (based off this video)

Turns out being stranded on a deserted island is really anticlimactic. Incredibly boring, and more of a waiting game, once the adrenaline, relief, and panic at being alive wears off.

"We're the most tracked people on Earth. Once the teams figure out what happened, they'll send those large helis. We'll be out of here in no time. Probably in time to catch the next race too." George paces around, as if delegating his own rescue operation. Saying it out loud affirms it, it's going to happen, and therefore all George needs is to be cool and collected. His phone hadn't survived the waves, but he's sure it had sent his last known location somewhere near the waters. That's why they allow themselves to be tracked by technoautocrats all time, right? George isn't even worrying.

Alex is sitting down on the sand, with his small collection of rocks he's gathered and halfheartedly rubbing them together. You need a fireplace for that, George think irritated. Or like, a collection of sticks in a circle. He doesn't know, he's an F1 driver for fuck's sake.

Alex snorts, "Reckon they'll save the biggest helis for Lewis? Realise he's safe and sound in LA and bring out the backup single seater ones for George Russell?"

"Piss off. I suppose they'd find us faster if I was stuck with Max but you don't see me saying that." George snipes back. Admittedly, they're not on their best behaviour. Something about waking up concussed and realizing you're on a deserted island with the sun blazing down on you, and no fresh water or belongings nearby has a way of doing that to people.

"Ouch." Alex sounded mock-offended. He made a smiley face with his rocks.

"Shouldn't be long now." George bluffs with absolutely no way of knowing, only he needs to believe it. The waves dip into the beach, treacherously soothing. All that water, and nothing to drink. George imagines heroically catching a fish. He's not quite sure how to go about that, but Alex would for sure be impressed.

"We've got to think more long term, George."

"What do you mean?"

Alex levels him with a look. "Look around us. We're the only living things around for god knows how long. You've got to start thinking survival of the fittest."

George heroically catching fish. Alex in those lionskin dress the wives wore in the flinstones, cooking it over a fire. They Blue Lagoon it for years. Having to hold each other for warmth by the fire as they sleep to crackling hum.

"Yeah?" George asks, mouth going dry and not from the lack of water.

"There's only so much of each other we can take. You've gotta do what it takes to survive. That's what they don't tell you about deserted islands, the rules don't apply here. We can do anything here, and get away with it. And from what I can see, we're the only food source around. Anyone ever tell you you've got the neck of a gazelle?"

"You wanna eat me, Albon?" Dies down in George's throat, can't make it sound casual enough, like a joke. Not with the way Alex is staring at him, dark eyes, like he's something particularly delicious. We can do anything here, and get away with. The rules don't apply here. The giant helicopters with their flashlights could find them fucking them on the beach, and it wouldn't matter. Except they'd probably have cameras, to film the whole rescue operation and then yes, it does matter. Everything they do here matters.

"I'm not eating you. You're all bones and stuff, no thanks." George huffs, the dehydration truly settling in as his face gets redder.

"You don't want a little Thai food out here?" Alex laughs, reaching from where he's sitting and pulling at George's ankle who trips and falls on his ass on the hard sand.

Alex is flirting with me. Or he wants to eat me. George is not sure which is worse.

"Say a hyena gets me, you've gonna let a stupid bird have at me? Not even honour my body?" Alex still has his hand on George's ankle, the grip of it unrelenting. George's heart thuds in his chest.

"There's no hyenas around." He argues with reasonable confidence, despite not knowing.

"I wouldn't let a bird do that to you. I'd think, my friend George would've wanted me to survive." Alex moves closer, until he's halfway on top of George. His hand moves to the soft flesh of George's thigh sticking out from his shorts, and circles it. It's a little on the nose to feel like a prey trapped under a predator, imagining Alex kissing the soft of thigh before biting down on it, blood around the jut of that handsome mouth. One way or another, they'd both leave this island together. Within one another. It would be so, so easy to press Alex's head down here. Between his legs. Crush him with his thighs. "Whatever it takes."

"Fuck, fine. If a fucking hyena gets you, l'll shoo it away and eat you. Happy?" George pushes Alex off him, getting up, who grins up lazily from where he's fallen on the sand.

Heart still beating in his chest like a wild rabbit, George runs into the clearing of a few trees -- not wanting to venture further from where Alex won't be able to hear him if he calls for help. Their first mode of action had been making a SOS that could be seen from above, from the search helicopters, with the biggest rocks they could find. Turns out their strength at driving race cars had absolutely no use in lugging large rocks and they'd given up after the first C of the S. Finding large rocks makes George feel like he's doing something productive, actually aiding their rescue.

But Alex's words swim into his head. Survival of the fittest. Almost paranoid that Alex is watching, even though he's still lying on the beach, George stares into the clearing of trees ahead. There could be signs of life inside and he really doesn't want to find out, or be unarmed if there is. He just has to wait it to out. The rescue planes are coming. Entire jets. The whole country is on red alert. They're going to shake hands with the King.

Delirious in the heat, and the amount of blood that's rushed south, the shine of his wrist catches the sun. His sponsor gold Tag Heuer watch. A few hundred thousand quid. He takes it off, checking it's weight, and then places it on the ground. Takes the rock he'd found, and smashes it, collecting the now broken watch, and shards of glass in his pocket.

He makes his way back to Alex.

"What happened to your nice watch, Georgie?" Alex asks casually, frizzy air dried blond hair sticking up. Still looks great, like this. Tanned skin, blonde hair, pants rolled up as shorts. They could be on a beach vacation. George thumbs the watch in his closed fist, along the sharp ridges of where it broke.

"You got something in your pants or are you just happy to see me, Alexander?" George asks, staring at the rock sized bulge in Alex's left pocket.

"Always happy to see you." Alex smiles, and George mentally maps where his jugular should be as he takes a step towards him.

[eflen-n-reegee]

Imagine we go on a camping trip together.

We wake up in our tent to the sound of birds singing. It’s chilly outside, but we’re bundled in our warmest jammies and wrapped up in comfy blankies. We lie there for a while, enjoying the comfiness of the tent and all the sounds and smells of the forest.

Finally we get up and make ourselves some breakfast. We have the choice of cereal or eggs or toast, or all three! Chipmunks run around the edge of our campsite while we eat, hoping to steal any crumbs we drop.

After breakfast we get our swimsuits and sunscreen and beach toys. It’s a short walk from our campsite to the lake, and we spot plenty of cool bugs along the way. When we reach the sand we drop our towels and race to the water. It’s cold - almost too cold, but not quite. We shriek and splash each other, and we get used to the chill of the water. We play catch with a beach ball, and duck underwater to watch the fish. There’s a swampy place by the water’s edge, and we creep through the mud and catch slimy green frogs. They wiggle in our hands until we gently let them go.

Finally we climb out of the water and dry off, shivering in the wind. We hurry back to our campsite and change into warm, dry clothes. We have sandwiches for lunch, and then we settle into our tent for a nap.

When we wake up, we have visitors - a pair of deer are grazing on berries at the edge of our campsite! We watch in silent delight until they meander away. Then we get our backpacks and get what we need for a hike. Boots, lots of water, sunscreen, plushies to keep us company - and don’t forget the bug spray!

The path starts near our campsite and goes up a large hill. We see lots of plants and beautiful flowers, little lizards sunning themselves on rocks, and a hawk circling above us. We wade through a lazily moving river and dip our hands under a small waterfall. When we get back to the campsite we’re tired out, but happy.

We start up a campfire and cook dinner over the flames. We burn it a little, but we can pick around the edges. We tell jokes and funny stories and watch the fire brighten as the sky darkens. Finally, the embers are hot enough to roast marshmallows. There’s no limit to how many s’mores we can have, and we get sticky with marshmallow and melted chocolate.

The night creeps up around us, but with a sky full to bursting with stars, we aren’t scared. We find shapes in the sky and make spooky noises and watch the fire die down. By the time it’s safely out, we can barely keep our eyes open. We put our pajamas on, crawl into our sleeping bags, and immediately fall asleep.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I just read anon idea of tiny sea Foul Legacy and just imagine if instead of ONE tiny sea Foul Legacy there a good ten of them, like a shoal of fish😭 you go to the beach to try to let your pocket sized creature go back to the sea but are greeted by tons of small mermaid mothman and they all want to come with you :')

OH MY GOODNESS THAT IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE

you just carefully carrying the Foul Legacy you found back to the ocean and seeing an odd, shiny patch in the water- turns out it's a school of the same type of creature Legacy is, and the minute you step into the water they swarm you, cheeping curiously and trying to climb onto your hands as you lower Foul Legacy into the water. but he doesn't leave, merely wrapping his little tail around your thumb and peeping happily as his friends continue to clamor for space in your palms. it's only with much pleading that they reluctantly disembark, staring up at you as you dry your hands. there's a chorus of sad trills when you turn to go, but it's getting late, so you leave with a small wave and a sweet smile

when you return next, a few days later, the Legacies sense you and come swimming, led by the first one you found. if you've dressed for the occasion and can sit down in the water the little creatures quickly swim and perch themselves on your legs- they all want to take turns sitting in your hands!! (although to be honest, Foul Legacy himself usually claims that position) sometimes you'll take walks on the beach and see a shiny swarm following you from the waves, a little school of curious seamoths who love and adore you <33

[simp-ly-writes]

Dance of the Moonlight Jellies

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: On the final nights of the summer season, Harvey and your family enjoy a cool night on the docks with the town for the "Dance of the Moonlight Jellies" Festival.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I really want to go back to playing SDV now... (links to Meet the Doctor series).

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Imagine... it was nearing the end of the summer season. You had just finished up work across the farms; coming to the beach just on time. There you found the entire town conversing in their own little worlds, waiting for the ceremony to start.

As you walked further down the shoreline, you found your family waiting by the tide. The kids were obviously wet from splashing one another, Harvey looked to be caught in the cross fire with his button-up shirt soaked through as he drank out of a transportable green mug you gifted him a few holidays ago in an effort to warm himself up.

He looked exhausted from the day at the clinic but was happy to see you there. He saw you as a lifeline to get the kids out of the water and dry in time for the ceremony.

Playing sea monster you pooled your kids in your arms, towels wrapped snuggly across their frames as you all made your way to the docks. Once there you could find Major Lewis smiling softly at the image of you all together as he looked to Marnie soon after.

You raised an eyebrow in reaction and looked towards your husband as he chucked at the interaction. Soon you could feel little hands pulling your face down in their direction, asking you what was so funny.

Distracting them both with tickles, you sat your kids on the bench in front of Willy's fish shop. Making extra sure that there were warm and sung, they soon both fell asleep atop one another as Mayor Lewis sent the boat out to sea and the music began to play.

Turning back around, you notice Harvey holding his warn-green jacket out for you as he sets it upon your shoulders and brings you to lean against his frame. Kissing your forehead swiftly with the action.

You stare at each other lovingly, his glasses reflecting all the soft lights of the jellyfish below as you fall deeper into the embrace. He then points out for you to look at the rare green-jellyfish in front as he teases you for being distracted.

You hum in response, sneaking a drink from his mug, to only find wine in it instead of the usual coffee inside. What a pleasent suprise. You chuckle to yourself, slightly shaking your head at him lovingly as the night carries into the early morning.