#like the double mermaid flag

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Trapeze

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid!reader

Word count: 2000

Warnings: none

Content: All is fair in love and war?

I guess why Buggy has won over the women of the Internet is because he's got pretty eyes, makes you laugh and just wants to be loved. So he will be given all the love in the world 😩

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The dark water concealed your form, your tail masked in a dark fabric as you swam towards the location of where the circus was docked. The information you now carried filled you with dread, because if you didn’t reach your crew on time. They will all be gone. Buggy will be taken away. Arlong wanted to deal with the circus but for what?

You dreaded his presence. He ruled the part of the seas you were familiar with. His affection for his people only extended to those who looked like him, the same prejudice the fish men received he circulated that amongst other fish people. In his mind, your kind were more human than fish because of your facial features. And in the eyes of human beings, you only belonged to the ocean. So it was quite clear that the message for you was that you belonged nowhere, now the only place that housed you was in trouble. 

But your racing heart was also because of the other rumors you had picked up. Ones you didn’t want to believe. That Buggy’s true intent was to capture the new crew, to get the map. He would have told if that was the case.

If he was going after the coveted one piece, he would have let you in on his plans. Wouldn’t he?

You pushed it aside, your loud intuition telling you that you were a fool, the last night you spent with him coming into your thoughts filling you with comforting memories. His easy jokes making you laugh, his eyes that held affection but now all that was marred by doubt.

Did he really look at you like that? Or was it something you just believed because you craved it.

What if after all this time, he had double crossed you too?

You broke to the surface, the ship with the carousel still docked by the edge, the circus tent still having its flag flutter in the wind. You heaved a sigh, he was here just like he said he would be and you were on time. But the smell of charred wood over powered your sense of smell, the heat from the earth still fresh, when the dead town loomed ahead of you, you felt like throwing up.

It can’t be. He had promised. He had promised you he would raid another town.

You walked through the town gates to see that the people were weeping, some bringing supplies for hungry kids while a few others began to rebuild what had been burnt down. Their eyes fell on you and all you received were scowls. The very same expression that you received as an abandoned child, when you became a nightmarish story the townsfolk would tell their kids so they would beware the sea. You began to run as you pulled down your hood, what had happened here in your absence?

He knew well about your past and yet he was doing the same thing your captors had done to your home. Your heart began to swirl with every emotion you had kept bottled up, the love you felt for him now had to be locked up as your trust felt sabotaged. You wanted to jump to conclusions but you had to know for certain from him, so you navigated towards the circus tents.

It was too quiet. No music was playing, no rehearsals were being conducted. No one was working on their craft, the circus looked more still than the town. You walked in, the crunchy soil beneath your feet announcing your presence when you heard a mumbling voice in the corner. The only one you wanted to know was safe above all the others. His head wrapped in that bandana of his with his back turned to you as he sat above a crate, only half of him put together.

“Buggy.”, you called for him but it was mostly worry. Your nightmares had almost come true, of him being taken away from you. You were relieved and yet cautious as your mind tried to put together the facts you had collected.

His head snapped towards you, his eyes filling up with a sense of ease as you approached him.

“You’re back early.”, he perked up, his mask falling as he looked up at you. You took in his presence, the crates around him bobbing as though it had an animal locked up. Putting it all together, it was clear someone had trapped parts of his legs in different crates.

“Where are the others?”, you questioned. You couldn’t sink into his sweet devotion till you knew what had occurred. Till you knew the truth.

“The others? Oh just dismissed for a break. They’ll be back.”, he waved his hands about but the twitch in smile was further proof he was lying.

You pursed your lips as you unsheathed your dagger, his eyes growing serious upon witnessing your action. But you turned towards the crates to prop the lid open to free his legs. Your silence and lack of a reaction was beginning to unnerve him, as he tapped his fingers nervously, his eyes darting from your face to your hands as he thought of ways to know what was on your mind.

“What news do you have about the new pirate crew?”, he chirped again and it began to frustrate you. He was still adamant with keeping up appearances.

“Recent reports stated they were kidnapped by a bunch of pirates.”, you spoke, refraining to look at him, testing to see if he was going to catch your trick.

“What did I tell you, everyone’s after them.”, he shrugged his shoulders as he dusted his pants to get up.

“Are you after them?”, you cut to the point, his eyes flashed steel blue as he gauged your expression.

“Why would I be after them?”, he asked in return. His hat now sitting perfectly over his head. Now it was his turn to try and read your mind.

You took a step away from him and he grew tense, an anxious smile spreading across his face.

“Why did you send me away on all those missions?”, you asked, folding your arms defensively.

“You know why.”, he took a step towards you and you retreated from him. Pain flashed across his face as he withdrew his outstretched arm. His gloved hand making it more symbolic for all the schemes he had kept hidden from you.

“I don’t know. Enlighten me.”, you said, furrowing your brows as reality began to set in.

He grew quiet, there was no way of escaping from this now.

“I was just another pawn in you game, wasn’t I?”, you asked, your voice breaking to even think about all of it.

“No.”, he said quickly. His eyes catching yours and in the fog of all the illusion, this answer somehow felt earnest. But you weren’t sure if you could believe it.

“You were never just a pawn.”, he said as he stood taller but it wasn’t going to make up for all the damage that had been done.

“You sent me away so you could go after them yourself. To get that map.”, you stated and his face broke into despair.

“It's not what you think it is.”, he held up his hands, his fingers craving to hold you.

“Don’t play me for a fool, Boss.”, you raged as you got close to him.

“Don’t call me your Boss.”, his eyes narrowed as anger simmered in his tone. He only ever wanted to hear his name on your lips, nothing else.

“Oh yeah, what else should I call a man who conveniently tasked me with work just so he can go after what he wants?”, you were close to his face, you could hear his hurried breaths and notice the way his eyes slid to your lips.

“I did it for us.”, he said quietly. His eyes coming back up to hold your gaze again.

“We find the One piece and we can forget about the sea for the rest of our lives.”, he spoke but it wasn’t going to convince you, just as it struck you.

“You want to be king of the pirates.”, the statement felt foreign to even say it but as realization dawned and it shocked you.

His eyes widened and you stayed still. He didn’t deny it because that was the truth he was hiding from you. His gloved hand caught you wrist gently as he held you next to him.

“Yes.”, he said finally and you wanted to push away from him. He too had taken advantage of you.

You held the dagger up to his neck knowing well that it wasn’t a threat to him but the tears began to blur your eyes, you fought against his hold but he wouldn’t let you go.

“You can be my Queen.”, he smiled honestly, his eyes flitting between yours, the edges glistening as you fought against him, trying hopelessly to get you to see the possibilities in the vision he had.

“I don’t want to be Queen, I don’t want to be a prop in your act.”, you said as you stood still and watched your words pierce his heart. It was only fair, if he finally spoke the truth, then you could too.

“Do you think the world will uphold you as King after you’ve burned down their homes, kidnapped a few kids and caused for people to fear you when in the end you crave their admiration and validation?”, you asked and his grip on your wrist loosened, his eyes looking away from you to the gravel beneath.

“You can’t cheat your way into love, Bug.”, you sniffled as you said finally, your heart now turning into sea foam.

You let him to be, not willing to progress this fight any longer as he stood there in the silence, in the after math of his actions as you turned to leave, to dive into the ocean because you couldn’t let go of this sadness in the form of tears. As much you tried to lie to yourself, the truth had revealed itself.

“I wanted to win you your freedom.”, he yelled after you.

“but I guess it would have just been better for the both of us if I had never found you by that cove.”, he continued and you stopped in your tracks.

“Do you really mean that?”, you asked as you faced him. Tear stains leaking through the paint on his face. His hands clenched together in pain. His pale blue eyes glimmered even from this distance. He could make up for your tears by shedding your portion of it too.

His upturned lip and nonchalant shrug was part of the act, he stood here as the Captain of this dismantled crew. He had sent you away on those trips all in the hopes that even if he was caught in the execution of his schemes, you would be safe, away from all this.

His heart was broken in two, one the belonged only to you and the other that wanted the victory of discovery that treasure. To get back at Shanks and every other being that had looked down on him. The only way to do it was by winning that crown. But he couldn’t lose you in the process. So he reworked his plans endlessly and spent his sleepless nights trying to make sure nothing could go wrong but this plan of his had too many strings that now he was caught in this net.

So maybe this was for the best, that the inevitable had occured. To cut you lose, to make you believe his words as much as it killed him to say it.

“Being with you was all the freedom I needed, Buggy.”, he heard you say and he was sure he was going break away into pieces again.

It was becoming difficult to play an maniacal clown when deep down he wanted those nights with you. Where he felt loved and seen without any additional drama and flair. He wanted to have an easy and quiet life but now his whole world was complicated. He was in middle of it all, to get the map, to truly make himself into someone worthy. Worthy of respect and your love.

“Maybe you are the mask that you wear. After all these years, you’ve become the act itself.”, you scoffed as you gripped the slash of your satchel to spit out these words. He had betrayed you, the one  person you had stuck around this crew for so long.

“And I fell for it.”, you shook your head, a mistake you could never recover from because he gave you a home. He was your home. Now you were a vagabond again.

You turned away to continue down the path to the docks, to hitch a ride to another island or figure out a way to get far from here, to put as much distance as you could between the two of you.

But in the few seconds you had turned away he yelled your name in desperation. You ignored him and his attempt at faking agony but then he called your name again and this time told you to run.

You turned back to see him when you caught sight of his body on the floor, knocked out cold as a fish man stood over him. Panic filled your system when you remembered why you had to find him, the news about Arlong coming for him. Your legs wanted to run but you couldn’t.

Not when you felt a hit on your forehead and your head hit the ground.

[camillescreations]

Ok the new Rhys interview is scaring me...

I'm wondering if he's just saying that they won't live "happily ever after" as in they'll always be on the run in some capacity even after they retire, or if he's saying that Ed and Stede are doomed to die in the end? Part of me doesn't want a Season 3 if that's going to be the case... Like I want a Season 3 SO BAD but I also want Ed and Stede to be happy in the end? Wouldn't it be a waste to just kill them off?? I think so tbh. And part of me doesn't think David would do that, but Rhys obviously knows something we dont...

I'm hoping for a double death fuckery in the end and Rhys is just building suspense

Thoughts??

The Rhys interview is here:

[spaceshipkat]

The first time Ed saw Stede again, Stede had stolen Ed’s ship. Not the Revenge, since Ed hardly left her save to raid ships or buy rum, but the Queen Anne. And Ed couldn’t let that fly.

Literally. Stede had changed her flag to two skeleton mermaids whose hands, if Ed looked close enough, spelled out “Ed”.

Ed stood at the end of the pier in a purple sunset, bottle of rum in one hand and his sword in the other, and stared at that fucking flag flapping in the breeze rushing off the water. His decorations—the spikes on the rails, the black netting on the helm, the general ambience of “fuck around and find out” that had made the Queen Anne the cause of many a pair of pissed-in pants—were all gone. It wasn’t some behemoth with a happy yellow hull and unicorn figurehead to match, but it was on its way to something Ed didn’t really recognize. And he could hear Stede’s voice, echoing out from somewhere on deck, yet Ed’s boots felt fused to the swollen wood of the pier. People parted around him, but he couldn’t be fucked to move. Let them glare, let them huff, because he was Blackbeard and they’d do nothing more than share idle annoyances.

The instant Stede’s head became visible, Ed was moving, walking without thought, shoving past everyone in his way to the gangplank, then storming up it without waiting for permission or invitation.

He was Blackbeard, and they’d do nothing more than let him aboard.

Stede’s back was to him, but Ed didn’t slow in his approach, fueled by rum and insomnia and hate and pain and and and—

“Captain!”

Stede whirled in just enough time to catch Ed’s sword in his gullet. Stede gasped, first out of obvious pain, and then again when his gaze landed on Ed’s face. Ed stared back, wondering where someone had fetched a bellows from and why they were going about the deck with it, until he realized that was his breathing, his nigh-groaning, like he’d been the one stabbed.

“Ed,” Stede said like a third gasp, like Ed’s name was a sword to his gut, sharp and painful and aimed to kill—

Ed looked down, blinking when he realized he’d punctured Stede’s left side, right where Izzy had so very, very long ago at a different time in a different place on a different ship. He didn’t know whether Stede had been the one to move, or if Ed’s hand had acted on its own. There was no way he was out of practice with aiming to hurt, let alone kill.

“You stole my ship,” Ed gritted out through clenched teeth, staring at the place where his sword disappeared in Stede’s flesh. He’d have a hell of a time picking out the stray threads of his shirt, bedraggled as it was. What happened to the Gentleman Pirate? What had taken his place, thrown out the idea of silk and satin, cashmere and cotton?

“You stole mine,” Stede said. And then he fucking shrugged.

Ed tore the sword out of Stede’s flesh, ignoring his loud cry, his doubling over, his hands flying to the wound. He ignored the gathered crew, some of whom went to Stede, the rest of whom went to Ed, as if they could corral him, contain him, crush him like so much dust under boots.

Without a word, Ed whirled and stormed for the gangplank. Footsteps clomped after him, but were cut short when Stede called out, “Let him go!”

Ed shuddered in the wake of it and told himself it didn’t hurt.

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Ed lay on the floor of the captain’s cabin, trapped in past tense.

He was the Kraken, the scariest motherfucker in the entire goddamn ocean.

He was Blackbeard, a name that conjured images of a head carved of smoke, embers for eyes, a saunter down a deck washed with fog.

He was Edward Teach, Hornigold’s best attack dog, who was sent aboard ships in the vanguard not because he was worthless but because he had a talent for fuckeries and fearmongering, for kissing death but withholding tongue.

He was Boy, feeling silk for the first time in the same breath that he was told silk wasn’t meant for people like him, that fine things could never be his.

I’m Ed, he’d said, and been met with a handshake, with “You’re a good man,” with a secret closet full of finery and a quiet “Can you keep a secret?”

He was the best secret keeper alive, for the greatest secret was one he’d never share: he didn’t know how to escape past tense. Past tense was safe when present and future were too much, so he buried himself beneath Boy, beneath Edward Teach, beneath Blackbeard, beneath the Kraken. Layers of snow to hide the corpse underneath, keep it frozen until the thaw, thaw it to make it rot and bloat and become carrion for vultures.

Carrion was history, and vultures were everyone who’d remember him not as who he is, but who he was. No one would care to know about him, so long as they learned of his names.

Names make history, Izzy had once said, parroting Hornigold, parroting Jennings, parroting Bellamy, and so Ed took his very first.

The door swung open, shoving aside the mire, and Ed watched Stede stroll right in. Of all absurdities, Ed wanted to ask, “Are ye real, or are ye a phantom?” but Stede had a sword in one hand and something clenched in the other.

Ed didn’t move, watching Stede march across the cabin to where Ed lay sprawled on the floor by the sleeping nook. There were no blankets, no pillows, only the tangle of his hair and ill-fitting leather and the scraps of a yellow banyan. Probably also a bottle of something, digging into Ed’s spine where he couldn’t be fucked to move.

“Ed,” Stede said.

Once, Ed had been thrown overboard in a storm, dumped in the ocean before he could even draw breath enough to scream on the way down. He’d been thrashed by the waves, pummeled within an inch of his life, dragged down by boots gone heavy and solid. They’d come with a warning, those boots, that they weren’t fit for life on a ship, too heavy and clunky no matter how cool. He just hadn’t listened, more determined to be heard coming than he was to stay afloat in some fictional future where he’d find himself stuck in the ocean with no hope of rescue.

But he had been rescued, Izzy Hands diving in after him, finding him under the surface. He’d wrapped a rope around Ed’s chest, tucked up under his armpits, then pressed their mouths together and shared his breath with Ed, just enough to fill the lungs and keep him from gasping in saltwater on the way back up.

“Ed,” Stede said, and Ed’s lungs filled.

Stede stopped above him, looking down at him with an unreadable expression. Anger, perhaps. Disappointment. Resentment. A question of “how could I have ever let you sully me?” that Ed had been asking himself from the day they met. Ed was grease paint and gunpowder, leaving a mess, causing a wreck.

Why should anyone share breath with him?

“You forgot something,” Stede said and stabbed Ed through, the tip of his sword pressing into the floorboards.

Ed gasped when it went in, and gasped when it went out, feeling every inch of steel and definitely a few splinters. Christ, someone needed to teach Stede about that, though Ed would’ve thought he already knew. It had been Ed who told Lucius how to remove Stede from the mast to avoid splinters, and Lucius was hardly one for reticence.

Stede knelt, opening his fist to reveal a scrap of red silk. Ed gasped again, though whether at the sight of it or the feel of it being shoved into the open wound, staunching the blood, he didn’t know. It hardly mattered when it amounted to the same: red silk made him gasp, steel made him gasp, Stede made him gasp. One was more painful than the rest.

And then Stede turned on his heel and left as quickly as he’d come. In the silence, loud as a foghorn, Ed dragged one hand across the floor to his waist, feeling around for the wound.

Stede had stabbed him through his left side.

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Ed found the Queen Anne in his fifth secondary hiding cove, right where he’d been told. She’d arrived a fortnight ago, according to Buttons’s birds.

A skeleton crew milled about her deck, though it was midday, the sunlight almost a weight on Ed’s shoulders as he guided the Revenge alongside her. No one stopped him from swinging aboard, nor seemed especially surprised. Most of the crew seemed new, though Ed could swear he heard the familiar rhythm of Roach’s butcher knife, smell the familiar blend of tobacco he smoked, deep down in the galley.

The halls of the Queen Anne were familiar, though much brighter, guiding him to the cabin that had once held everything he found interesting but didn’t care to organize. It seemed, in Ed’s absence, Stede had made a museum and thrown open the curtains to let it all shine. Ed’s lucky pufferfish was even high atop a pedestal.

Snarling, Ed strode toward the trunk where he’d kept his books, only to now find it full of clothes, carefully folded and arranged. His fingers dug into the unforgiving wood of the trunk, when what they really wanted to do was grab a knife and slash and slash and and and—

Ed turned away, scanning the cabin in its unfamiliar familiarity until his eyes caught on a bookshelf. That hadn’t been here last time. He shoved to his feet and crossed to it, glaring at the titles, his own mixed up with novels he’d never heard of, histories he’d never read. At least Stede had kept Ed’s collection of schedules, the only reason he was fucking here, though they’d been stacked on the bottom shelf in alphabetical order, rather than by order of date.

By the time he finally found the schedule he’d come for and shoved to his feet, he heard air shift seconds before Stede stepped through the doorway. Ed stared at him, watched as his gaze trailed from Ed’s face down to the book in his hands, then his feet, and all the way back up, heavy as sunlight and just as hot.

“Ed,” Stede said, and Ed’s lungs filled.

“The fuck d’ya do in here?” Ed snapped, scanning the cabin once again if only to keep himself from staring at Stede’s collarbones and chest, visible in the open V of his shirt.

“Cleaned, for starters,” Stede said. “Living like that couldn’t be healthy. And then let a little light in. I think she looks rather splendid, don’t you?”

Ed scoffed, fixing Stede with a glare that would have made anyone flinch. Stede smiled. “Fucked up a right good ship is what you did. Look at her. She’s got novels.”

Stede’s smile, formerly built of happiness, now adopted mirth. It looked just as pretty, made Ed feel just as crazy. “She had novels before, but at least now you can find them.”

Ed snarled, whipped out his sword, and stormed toward Stede with it brandished. Stede continued right on smiling, standing perfectly still, but he was between Ed and the way out, so Ed didn’t let it stop him, even if it made him stumble.

He blamed the stumble for his shoddy aim, the sword piercing Stede’s left side. Stede gasped and one hand latched onto Ed’s shoulder, seemingly out of reflex. Ed felt the weight of it, the warmth of it, familiar in its hollowness, familiar in the same way the captain’s cabin of the Queen Anne’s Revenge was familiar.

Ed wanted to buckle, wanted to surrender, wanted to breathe that saltwater in. Instead, he tore the sword out of Stede and dropped it to the floor, catching Stede by the hips and guiding him down. Stede let himself be maneuvered, eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted.

“It never does get less painful, does it?” Stede murmured while Ed shoved his shirt—his ridiculous white, frilly, puffy-sleeved shirt—out of the way to see to the wound. Ed said nothing, prodding at the wound to search for stray threads, and was glad to find none. He bunched the shirt back over the wound, then rolled Stede onto his side to check the exit wound, just as clean.

“Ain’t bad,” Ed said, rolling Stede onto his back again to find the man’s lips pressed white, corners of his eyes pinched. “Roach?”

Stede sighed. “He’s good, yes, but his first impulse is always amputation. I hardly see how an amputation would heal a stab wound.”

Ed stared at it, that little hole in flesh staining white fabric red. The red would dry dark, like grease paint, like gunpowder. Another ruined thing.

He shoved to his feet. “I’ll get Roach,” he said and barely remembered to grab the schedule from where he’d dropped it.

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The fuckery was in full swing when Stede fucking Bonnet crashed the party.

The plan had been executed seamlessly: Steal a ship, preferably a galley for its size. Decorate it to look like that one ship full of fancy fucks who gave Ed a crash course in massive aggression. Fill it with kitsch, the darker the better, and give them labels to indicate which pirate they came from. Invite enough fancy fucks aboard in each port they stopped at to attract attention.

And then wait where he knew a particular ship would sail.

They hadn’t had to wait long before the latest guests were British naval officers, chief amongst them a woman by the name of Badminton. She wasn’t as bad as Ed had expected, given his past experience with a Badminton, and her deep voice and beard could rival his own. Under other circumstances, perhaps Ed would’ve tried getting to know her.

But no, the human-shaped reason that Ed created a fancy as fuck floating museum currently had his paws all over the silks, knickknacks, and books Ed had labeled “Stede Bonnet, Gentleman Pirate.” Ed hadn’t been sure who had made the Wanted poster with Stede’s face on it, hence Ed’s costume of frock coat, waistcoat, knee breeches, stockings. Izzy had even put bows back in Ed’s beard, short though it still was. But the boatswain had been boasting about finding Stede, no matter the rumors of his death.

And now, right as the plan was about to go down without a single hitch, Stede fucking Bonnet strolled in, dressed once again in plainer garb than the Gentleman Pirate would ever find himself. That might be the only thing to save him.

Ed cut his conversation short with Lieutenant Badminton of the deep voice and magnificent beard and beelined for Stede, standing in the doorway with Black Pete, Wee John, and Lucius, of all fucking people. Were Ed not fixated on keeping Stede alive, he might have stumbled at the sight of Lucius there. No, Lucius waggled his fingers in greeting at Ed, Ed blinked at him, and then Ed had arrived in front of Stede, and Stede was smiling at him, and Ed wanted to wring his fucking neck.

Preferably with teeth. And tongue, if he was feeling particularly spicy.

Tongue remained behind teeth and teeth behind lips as Ed grabbed Stede by the arm and hauled him toward the door. Stede, though, was strong enough to halt, making Ed whip around to face him. At least this put Stede’s back to the room, though people were now looking over, distracted momentarily from the finery of a piratical nature.

“You can’t be here,” Ed hissed, stepping close enough to Stede to smell his cologne. He couldn’t wear fancy clothes, but he could cologne? Ed wanted to shake him by the shoulders. He wanted to press his nose to Stede’s neck and inhale deep, memorize, memorialize.

“I don’t see why not,” Stede said, curls of hair framing his sun-browned face.

“Because—” Ed looked past him, spotted the boatswain making his way over, and cursed, trying without success to get Stede out of the doorway, up the stairs, kicked off the ship where he could fucking swim for safety like his life depended on it.

It did, but Stede was an anchor, unmovable.

The boatswain’s expression shifted from curiosity to suspicion, suspicion to realization. He whipped out his sword, so Ed whipped out his. Stede looked down at it, opened his mouth, but Ed gripped his shoulder, held him fast, and stabbed him through the left side.

Conveniently, the boatswain was much shorter than Stede, so the sword sank easily between the fourth and fifth ribs. Stede gasped, the boatswain gasped, Ed gasped.

“Sorry,” Ed whispered and tore the sword out, shoving Stede toward Wee John, who looked too stunned to swing the club tied conveniently to his belt. “Get him out of here,” he said to Wee John, whipping off his frock coat to press it to the entry and exit wounds.

Wee John, thank fuck, didn’t need to be told twice before slinging Stede over his shoulder and rushing back up the stairs, Black Pete and Lucius following close behind.

Ed turned back to chaos.

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not me already writing another fic. but hey, you'll find the rest on ao3! it's an explicit fic, so i'm cutting it here. i'd rather it not get flagged.

[mymultifandomhell]

before stede sets off using the double mermaid flag for his journey to find ed, black pete is the one sitting there sewing it like

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Biology/Nature: - #biology - the science - #nature - photos of nature - #animals - pictures of animals. Common specific animals are sometimes only tagged with their own like: #cat #doggo #spiders #duckies #birb Art: - #art - art tag - #character design - art of characters posing, character refs, etc. - #aestheticposting - aesthetic photos - #street art - art, graffiti, and stickers on the street - #graffiti - all graffiti - #stickers - all stickers - #cyana doodles - my art tag - #cyana writes - my writing tag - #comic - comics - #manga - Asian comics (I know it is only Japanese; Chinese is manhua etc. Tag is used as a catch-all, and if needed the actual name is also tagged) - #short story - short stories/writing - #poetry - poems - #art advice - advice about creating art / art techniques - #art resources - resources to be used when creating art - #writing advice - advice about writing / writing techniques - #writing resources - resources to be used when writing - #music - all music posts - #fashion - fashion/clothing posts

Queer/LGBTQIA+: - #trans - trans stuff - #lgbtqia+ - general queer/lgbtqia+ stuff - aro - aromantic stuff (sometimes double tagged as #aromantic) - ace - asexual stuff (sometimes double tagged as #asexual) - #lesbian #gay #intersex etc. - other more miscellaneous queer tags - queer history - information about queer history - trans science - science articles about transgenderism, debunking transphobia, etc.

Books: - #cyana's bookshelf - books I want to read later - #books - stuff about books that doesn't fit into the above tag

Tech: - #tech - tech posts - #programming/#code - posts about programming - #firefox - Firefox/browser propaganda, ad blocking, privacy stuff - #internet - posts about the internet in general

Miscellaneous: - #read later - posts to come back to and read linked articles/post itself - #save for later - posts to come back to - #save for inspiration - for art/writing inspiration - #to be archived - posts not yet sorted into the archive - #archived - posts added to the archive - #fav - my favourite posts - #polls - all poll posts - #tag for when sad - cute/positivity stuff - #science - science posts/research - #cyana's recipebook - recipes I want to save - #cyana's archives - archival posts. See above for master post. - #cyana's asks - all answered asks - #cyana rambles - personal posts

Note to self: #save for inspiration (I should also start tagging if art/writing) More tags: #crafts #embroidery #sewing #cyana's crafts #dragons #mermaid (change to #oceanfolk to include other oceankin too) #knitting #catgirl (also/instead tag w/ #cat person) #witches #pride flags (remove #pride flag) #calligraphy #beastfolk

fandom tags: #spiderverse #sousou no frieren #nimona #good omens #witch from mercury #the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all #tamen de gushi #dungeon meshi #bocchi the rock and more...

[whisperthatruns]

The Courage of Shutting-Up

The courage of the shut mouth, in spite of artillery! The line pink and quiet, a worm, basking. There are black discs behind it, the discs of outrage, And the outrage of a sky, the lined brain of it. The discs revolve, they ask to be heard,

Loaded, as they are, with accounts of bastardies. Bastardies, usages, desertions and doubleness, The needle journeying in its groove, Silver beast between two dark canyons, A great surgeon, now a tattooist,

Tattooing over and over the same blue grievances, The snakes, the babies, the tits On mermaids and two-legged dreamgirls. The surgeon is quiet, he does not speak. He has too much death, his hands are full of it.

So the discs of the brain revolve, like the muzzles of cannon. Then there is that antique billhook, the tongue, Indefatigable, purple. Must it be cut out? It has nine tails, it is dangerous. And the noise it flays from the air, once it gets going.

No, the tongue, too, has been put by Hung up in the library with the engravings of Rangoon And the fox heads, the otter heads, the heads of dead rabbits. It is a marvellous object--- The things it has pierced in its time!

But how about the eyes, the eyes, the eyes? Mirrors can kill and talk, they are terrible rooms In which a torture goes on one can only watch. The face that lived in this mirror is the face of a dead man. Do not worry about the eyes---

They may be white and shy, they are no stool pigeons, Their death rays folded like flags Of a country no longer heard of, An obstinate independency  Insolvent among the mountains.

Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition: A Facsimile of Plath’s Manuscript, Reinstating Her Original Selection and Arrangement (HarperCollins, 2004)

[squishmallow36]

Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Thirty-one

Word count: 2.3k

tw: Rex's talentless status

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss @kamikothe1and0lny @nyxpixels @florida-floppy-frog @poppinspop @crystallinewalker @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @books-over-boys @rusted-phone-calls @when-wax-wings-melt @cotyledon-tomentosa @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees

On Ao3 when I get home and have time to add it or below the cut!

    I know I have a very limited amount of time before Mom gets home and then bad things will probably happen, so I should probably construct my reasoning for doing everything these past couple of weeks. 

    Instead, I’m watching Keefe’s YouTube videos.

    He changed his channel’s name, so if I hadn’t already been subscribed, it would have been way more difficult to find it, so I would be wasting this time on a different channel instead. 

    I won’t argue though. I know I told him to basically do that with all of his social media accounts, but Lord Hunkyhair will always be the superior name. 

    I have a habit of picking out which video I’ll watch next while the current one’s playing. It comes with its own wonderful hazard of accidentally clicking on one before the end of the original one. 

    No, I’m not bitter.

    It’s not like I’ve done it twice today already. 

    Currently, he’s painting something that reminds me of the Everblaze, and when I realized that, a shiver snaked down my spine.

    And then my thumb apparently decided that it’d had enough and chose a different video to watch. 

    Now Keefe’s painting a sunset, but in the description on the video, I had to do a double take. Elvin Runes. Seems my thumb knew what it was doing. Maybe. 

    He says, Hey Dex or Biana or Sophie or any other elf who happens to find this. If there’s another Moonlark out there that finds this that would be hilarious. Anyway, what I was going to say. There’s a lot that I want to say. I should keep this short. Can you go tell my Dad that I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m pan? I think Lord Gassius would love to have another reason that I’m not living up to his expectations. :)

    I don’t believe that Cassius will believe me, even if I do end up telling him. He seems like the type to care way too much about Matchmaking because stars forbid something damages his precious reputation. 

    I comment with a simple acknowledgement that I’ve seen the video, and leave a like while I’m at it.

    Near the end, I realize that the sunset and the water below are the colors of the pansexual pride flag, and smile. 

    The YouTube algorithm suggests a Disney-name-that-tune video for some reason after that. Who knows how it works?

     As a Dizznee, I must complete the challenge with my newfound Disney knowledge. 

    The first one up is “Let it Go” from Frozen. Why was I expecting anything less?

    Next it throws one that I don’t know at me, but says it’s “Heigh Ho” from Snow White. Then it’s “When You Wish Upon A Star” from Pinocchio. That really should have been the first one. It is at the very beginning of most Disney movies.

    A few more rounds pass, and I can get a little more than half. And then it plays “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from Mulan, which, even though I haven’t seen it yet, I know from my Disney music playlist. 

    It’s also the hardest to not sing along to it so far. 

   The answer is revealed, and…

    Oh stars. Shang is hot. 

    I narrowly avoid smacking my own forehead.

    He’s. A. Cartoon. Character. 

    I don’t have much time to argue with myself, because the next song is up. I’ve only heard it a few times in my playlist, so I don’t know its name off the top of my head. 

    The answer is revealed as “I See the Light,” from Tangled, and while Flynn’s not quite as unbelievably hot as Shang, he’s not unattractive. 

    And, somehow, it gets even worse. “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid.

    Prince Eric essentially makes my brain short-circuit, so I completely give up and start coloring on one of my pixel coloring apps. 

    Is the Universe trying to tell me something?

    I don’t think three cartoon crushes in a row has a very high probability. 

    That all happen to be guys. 

    Great. 

    Why are you like this?

    Are you trying to make up for lost time? Because that’s not cool. 

    Or are you just now seeing things as they truly are because of Wonderboy’s glorious abs that made you realize that you were, in fact, living in the closet.

    That wonderful, wonderful closet. 

    But the million luster question still remains: gay or m-spec? Because I’m not willing to keep rambling on about how all I know is that I’m somewhere in the land of mlm, but have no idea where.

    Let’s think, shall we?

    Wonderboy. Hunkyhair—sort of. Shang. Prince Eric. I arrest my case.

    But Sophie?

    Sophie was your brain’s last attempt to convince itself that it was straight. 

    And we all saw how that worked out. You’re better off as friends. 

    Amy’s oddly comforting words from yesterday float into my brain. “No matter how many times you change your label, no matter how long you’ve spent with a certain label, no matter what your labels are, you are valid. Remember that.”

    Something like that. It might not be word for word. Memory’s not perfect.

    So why do I care so freaking much about trying to figure all of this out? I don’t know. Maybe I want to confidently describe myself.

    I only have a few more minutes of coloring, finding my mind wandering back to Prince Eric more than once which is always fun, before Mom gets home. 

    I hear a knock at my door, and I say, “come in,” even though I’m certain that something in this conversation is going to go horribly.

    To my surprise, Mom asks, “What do smth and ttyl mean?” spelling out both.

    Why is she not obliterating me from the plane of existence yet?

    “The first one’s an abbreviation of the word ‘something’ and the second one’s an acronym that stands for ‘talk to you later’. Sorry. They’re human texting abbreviations and I was a little preoccupied with Rex nearly jumping on my bed,” I answer.

    “Oh. That makes sense. What did you have to fix for him anyway?”

    “I’m attempting to teach him a programming language and some lines broke from a logic error, so I had to talk him through how to fix it.”

    “I’m just going to pretend I know what all of those words mean. But I’m glad you two are spending some time together. I know Lex and Bex manifesting hasn’t been the best for him. Do you think he’s a technopath?”

    How do I say ‘no, because he’s talentless’ in the nicest way possible?

    “I don’t think so, but some of us are better with hardware than software, so I mean…personally, I’m decent with both, because I usually have to spend more time with hardware from all the gadgets, but recently I’ve been spending so much time hacking into things that I’ve gotten pretty good with software,” I say. 

    Mom asks, “Quick question. What are hardware and software?”

    “Hardware is the physical components of a device, while software is the code running it behind the scenes. I don’t know why though.”

    “Okay. Speaking of you hacking into things, what, exactly, are we talking about?”

    Well, that’s a fun question if there ever was one. 

    “Mostly the registry, which is like every other day at this point between setting up false feeds to visit the Forbidden Cities. And then there’s Watchward Heath, which was only like one and a half times. That was to track down Alvar and Keefe, but I never got through to search for him. What else? I mean, technically there was also Widgetmoor, but not exactly because I just programmed a virus to get through it for me and download her entire database. I can’t think of anything else at the moment, but there might be more.”

    “Virus?”

    “It’s a piece of code that, in this case, lets me expose the weaknesses in her security system, without actually having to do it while I’m there, because she could have gotten suspicious if she saw me actively hacking into something that isn’t the registry, because the council’s security is atrocious.”

     “That sounds…complicated. And you’re teaching Rex how to do this?”

    If he were able to hack into something, society would collapse within days. 

    “Not that exactly. Coding can be used for lots of other things that don’t involve hacking. And he’s still in the drag-and-drop phase of learning how to code. I might be able to find the thing he made if you want to see it.”

    I think she agrees, but I’m too busy trying to sign into my Scratch account. The Technopath gets distracted by technology once again. 

    I smile when I find it, because I didn’t know if he made another account and built the dino game on there instead of on my account. 

    I hand it to Mom and say, “It doesn’t have mobile support quite yet, but this is what he’s been doing. Click the green flag to start.”

   “Oh! The little dinosaur runs—right into a cactus. Why’d he run into a cactus? What did he do to deserve that?” Her smile fell.

    “The goal is to avoid the cactus, but it requires the spacebar, and the mobile keyboard won’t pop up to provide any input. I’d go in and add that but he’d know that I messed with it.”

    I mean, he might not, but I should remix the project and I don’t want to do that because that won’t change the original project.

    “This is really cool. You showed him how to do this?”

    “Technically I’ve shown him how to code a few other projects, but this one he started by himself. I’m assuming it was today but it could have been a while since he started it. I don’t know.”

    “How long do you think this would take you?” Mom asks.

    “Well, that’s kind of a loaded question. The animation of the dino running would take forever, because it’s stop motion, so I have to draw each individually, and have enough costumes for the dino sprite that it’s not too different but different enough that it doesn’t go too slow to be realistic when it’s switching between costumes.”

    I take a breath and realise I should define some things. “Sprites are the different objects that are in the scene, which may or may not be able to interact with any other objects. And costumes are what the Scratch term for the different ways the sprite can look, so it makes animation slightly easier. Other than that, it wouldn’t take very long, although the different cacti might be a little annoying to draw.”

    “Do you have to draw all of this?” asks Mom. 

    “Yeah. There are a couple of sprites that are included with Scratch, but for the most part, you’re better off drawing your own. Even considering my nonexistent art skills.”

    The triplets destroy something downstairs, and maybe, just maybe, this time the Ice Yeti went down. 

    Mom sighs and sits on the edge of my bed. 

    “Thank you for getting Rex out of his funk. I tried everything I could think of but apparently even Aunt Edaline’s custard bursts weren’t working.

    Those are his favorites. As much as he wants to claim that he loves all sugary things equally, those custard bursts are more equal than the others. 

    “Really? Not even the cherry ones?”

    She shakes her head. “I just wish that he would manifest already. Dad told me that he heard someone at the store whispering about how there’s going to be another talentless Dizznee, and a triplet no less. From what it sounded like when he told me, I’m not sure they got out of the store without a broken nose.” 

    I want to smile at the idea of Dad popping a customer in the nose, but Keefe confirming that Rex is going to be doomed to a life of that particular brand of hell is rattling around inside my head. 

    “What’s wrong?” Mom asks, and I’m guessing I went pale because my face isn’t burning alive from a blush. 

    “Nothing,” I say in what is probably the most unconvincing tone in the history of the Universe.

    “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

    I want to nod, but I can’t. 

    There’s a part of me that wants to tell Mom, and another part that knows I have to hide Keefe’s new ability and, in the process, shield her from Rex’s Talentless status for at least a little longer.

    But I also know that I’m absolutely horrible at keeping secrets, and if she finds out that I kept this from her, that’s not going to be fun. 

    I’ll already have Rex that hates me. I didn’t even begin to consider how anyone else could react.

    Please don’t let me make the wrong decision.

    “Promise me you won’t tell anyone. Especially the collective.”

    “Ok,” Mom replies, voice rising like a question. 

    “Keefe’s going to kill me for telling you this.”

    I take a breath, and I start rambling. I know there’s one chance for me to say it all before I break down. 

    “Before he left, Keefe hailed me and somehow we got to talking about how he said the triplets’ hands felt weird. Like, Lex’s were freezing cold and Bex’s were squishy. But when they smacked each other they felt normal. And then somehow that connected with the fact that Lex is a Froster now and Bex is a Phaser. And Rex’s hands felt weirdly empty so I tried to hold on to the hope that he’d be like a Vanisher—.” My voice cracks. 

    Forcing the words out, I manage, “But then he said that Dad felt the same way when he touched his shoulder after one of the tests and I just—.” 

    I bury my face in my hands, not registering whether or not any tears have actually escaped beneath the pit of guilt and anxiety in my stomach. 

    “So that…that means…” 

    I lift my head slightly and nod.

[godoreo27]

Moster high haunted X reader

The camera can been seen pulling up of the water past ship wreckage, fish ,and a certain ghost mermaid. "GO SIRENA GO" can be heard from a girl in the crowd as Sirena does a double summersault IN REVERSE.

Announcer: "UNBEILEVABLE SIRENA VON BOO JUST PULLED OFF A DOUBLE SUMMERSAULT IN REVERSE!"

As the announcers says that the camera pans to all of the attending monster high students in the crowd cheering the swim team on.

Fear squad: "M-O-N-S-T-E-R monsters, monsters yes, we are. M-O-N-S-T-E-R monsters, monsters yes, we are."

The fear squad chants and the camera pans back to Sirena.

Announcer: Once again thanks to monster highs aquatic superstar Sirena von boo, it looks like plankton prep diving team is all but sunk.

The announcers says as the camera pans to a bunch of sea creatures on a bench as an octopus in a bucket waves a white flag in surrender. then Sirena floats back to the bench as she high fives Lagoona blues.

Lagoona: "Cheers mates."

As lagoon says that the camera pans to her boyfriend gill as he softly blows her a kiss as she climbs the diving board and does a triple backflip into the swimming pool and a purana eats a much smaller fish.

Twila: "Hey Rochelle rock paper scissors? One two three, ha paper beats rock. Oh, I totally thought that would crack you up."

Twila says as Rochelle finally comes of her dazed state.

Rochelle: "Oh no sorry Twila. I was just wondering what it would be like to do that."

Rochelle says as she gestures to Lagoona swimming in the pool as Twila gets what she says.

Twila: "Oh. I guess gargoyles can't swim, huh?"

Rochelle: "No id sinks right to the bottom. But I bet it's amazing. "

Rochelle gazes wonderingly at the water as the same octopus from earlier climbs up to the diving board.

Announcer: "And up next, Cali Marie, diving for the first time for plankton prep."

As the announcer says that Cali Marie dives off the board and sinks(probably) and the camera pans to Twila and Rochelle looking shocked then pans to the judges giving low scores except for the one tentacle which is giving a perfect score.

Spectra: "Ok story, I need a story just one story."

As spectra asked another monster hopefully she didn't exactly get the answer she wanted and flew towards the fear squad.

Spectra: "Ok ghouls who's got a story? I have the need for leads. Give me the GOSSIP GOSSIP GOSSIP. Ooh got a scoop?"

Clawdeen: "Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down spectra. What's the matters."

Spectra: "I'm trying to come up with something new to post for the ghostly gossip and I've got nothing. It's been nearly two weeks since my last blog update, and my readers are getting very impatient."

(Name): "Don't worry spectra we've got your back."

Clawdeen: "Ya me and (Name) will help you find a good story- No a great story after this meet is over, we promise."

(Name): "Ya spectra you can count on us."

Spectra: "That is so sweet guys how come your always there for me."

Clawdeen: "That's what ghoul friends do."

As clawdeen says that spectra gasps in amazement

Spectra: "I'm gonna go check with the ghost, maybe they've heard something."

As spectra says that she flies towards her fellow ghost to ask some questions.

Spectra: "Come on, ghost you've gotta have a story for the ghostly gossip. Oppereta?"

Oppereta: "Let's see. Ooo Kay Manny and iris broke up then they got back together. And then they..."

Spectra: "old news, I need something fresh."

As the word "fresh" leaves Spectra's lips another ghost phases through the bleachers.

Johnny: "Oh I heard mister hack bites his toe nails."

Spectra: "Ew, Johnny spirit I asked for fresh not gross."

As spectra says that the fear squad starts chanting again as the camera pans around

Fear squad: "M-O-N-S-T-E-R monsters, monsters yes, we are. M-O-N-S-T-E-R monsters, monsters yes, we are."

Toralei: "Hey Toralei any news for my blog."

Toralei: "Meow here's some news, you cheat on one essay in creative frightening class and you get suspended from the fear squad for an entire month."

As Toralei finished her statement their attention is directed towards Clawdeen who was tumbling and flipping to get the crowd hyped up. And then a mischievous grin appeared on the car monsters face.

Toralei: "Actually spectra, I do have some gossip."

Spectra: "ooh"

Then spectra leaned to learn this little peice of information that Toralei had cooked up. And that's when spectra realized.

Spectra: " I have my story."

And then spectra flew off to write and post said story. And then that's when it happened.

Franky: "All right ghouls a perfect pyramid ought to knock 'em dead."

(Name): " While you guys do the pyramid I'll do some flips on the ground for a little extra."

Right after (Name) says that every monster's phone pings.

Girl: "Spectra's got a new blog everybody."

Hoodood: "Hurray."

Twila: "New post on the ghostly gossip."

Rochelle: "Take care, loyal readers. This reporter just got a hot tip that the werewolves of monster high have fallen victim to an outbreak of were-flees?"

Twila: "ew."

Everyone: " were-flees. Ew gross."

And as everyone starts taking they start to get farther away from all of the werewolves.

Heath: "Whoa dude you've got were-flees."

Deuce: "I love you bro but back off."

Toralei: "Oh dear were-flees, mreow better steer clear of the werewolves."

Cleo: "Clawdeen you have were-flees!"

Clawdeen: "What."

Cleo: "Ew."

As cleo says that she starts freaking ouch and shaking the pyramid.

Draculaura: "What, hey"

(Name): "Cleo stop shaking your gonna your make the pyramid fall."

Draculaura: "Hey whats going on"

Clawdeen: "I do not have were-flees. That's not even a thing."

Franky: "STOP STOP. YOU'RE GONNA NAKE US... fall."

And as Franky says thar they all fall into the pool and Franky accidentally zaps everyone with her electricity.

Franky: "Sorry."

Clawdeen: "I think I need to talk to spectra." As clawdeen started climbing ou of the pool a purana tried to bite her shoe.

Clawdeen: "Ah ah don't even think about it."

TO BE CONTINUED

So what did you guys think if you want I can do all of the monsters high movies purely because I'm sick of the new gen show and movies of monster high I prefer the classics and I'm gonna se if I at least have the motivation and time to finish this story but if not summer break is coming up soon which Is a great opportunity to write more.

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Make Your Pleasure Known

by WearerOfFineThings

Stede had been training Ed. Well…No. Not training.

Training made it sound like he was prepping to do something badass. Which…there is something pretty cool about taking most of an arm up one’s ass (Ed’s request, it had taken a couple of weeks for Stede to get fully onboard. Stede had initially been hesitant, he’d never heard of such a thing before and thought it might be too uncouth. But He’d done his research, making sure he could do so without damaging Ed permanently.)…but still not the right word. Because Ed isn’t about to take Stede’s gorgeously toned bicep like some ancient warrior or an incredibly badass mermaid. No. Ed is going to writhe and whimper and cry and fucking love it.

Words: 2428, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, post-reunion, Fisting, Anal Plug, Butt Plugs, Anal Fisting, double fisting, Anal Sex, Anal Gaping, Rough Sex, Except it's only rough in the act, it's actually really tender, Rimming, Felching, Come Eating, I swear this is so much more tender than it sounds, Stede Bonnet's monster biceps, Bottom Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Top Stede Bonnet, Crying During Sex, Praise Kink, Coming Untouched, Multiple Orgasms

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44170654

[primsycoldbottles]

ok gave up on trying to do my essay this late at night after waking for a disorienting nap. instead im going to absolutely grind fishing so that i can annoy the SHIT outta reese when she opens re-tail in the morning. mama needs MONEY

[smpneopronouns]

I make Dream SMP themed names and pronouns for fans, fictives, factives, and more!  I will do names and pronouns based on things/people that are not in the Dream SMP, but who have some kind of connection (ex. Origins SMP).

I will not do direct connections to creators (ex. dre/dream/dreamself). However, I will do indirect connections to content creators (jokes they make, features about them, things they like, etc). I reserve my right to deny any request, but I usually won't. /nm

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Content creators:

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Warnings & Triggers:

bold text

long post

gambling

food

hemophobia (blood)

phasmophobia (ghosts)

arachnophobia (spiders)

swinophobia (pigs)

teuthiphobia (squid)

rakounphobia (raccoon)

apiphobia (bees)

capraphobia (goats)

atomosophobia (bombs, especially atom bombs)

anatidaephobia (ducks)

fennecaphobia (foxes)

aetophobia (eagles)

ornithophobia (birds)

diabolophobia (devil)

ichthyophobia (fish)

neraidaphobia (fairies)

thalassophobia (large bodies of water)

serenephobia (mermaids)

pyrophobia (fire or burning)

thanatophobia (death)

lupophobia (wolves)

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[nyxicnymph]

Swept Away

A TodoMomo oneshot for Mermay 2021

Shoto Todoroki shifted uncomfortably, feeling cold. He didn't open his eyes, unwilling to take in the damage he was sure was there. He remembered the impact, and the shattering noises of the side of the ship imploding, then an impact on the back of his head, a flash, and nothing more.

He casually wondered if he was dead.

As he drifted, something nagged at the back of his mind. He felt very even in temperature, not something you would normally feel if you were drifting across the surface of the ocean. He also wasn't feeling any splashes from the waves. Thoroughly confused, he opened his eyes.

A woman's face greeted him, her dark eyes gazing into his, her ebony hair drifting around in unidentifiable motions. He gasped in surprise, only to inhale a mouthful of salt water.

Salt water?

"You're awake!" The woman said excitedly, her voice rolling towards him through the water. "Oh, but don't breathe through your mouth, my magic charm only helps you breathe through your nose."

Shoto clamped his mouth shut once he expelled the water from it, and took a good look at the woman before him. She was black haired and fair, wearing a red seaweed top, and a golden belt around the top of her slightly darker red tail. Her fins along her forearms were the same color, and as she swam to grab something, he saw a fin along her back as well.

"You're a siren?" He asked, tentatively, the only possible explanation in his head at the moment.

She turned around and pulled a face. "No. Sirens are half bird predators, with enchanting voices. You wouldn't have woken up if I were a siren. No, I am a mermaid."

"A mermaid," Shoto repeated, his head spinning, no thanks to the throbbing on the back of his skull. He remembered a few lines from even fewer books, but nothing of actual importance. "Mermaids can do magic?" He asked, referring to the magic charm she mentioned before.

The mermaid blushed. "Some can. I learned from the seawitch, Tsuyu. I saw you sinking, and I thought I could help."

Shoto looked at her for a moment, having to brush his hair back before it floated into his eyes. "What's your name? I'd like to thank you properly."

"Oh!" She practically glowed with joy. "Momo Yaoyorozu!"

"Well, Momo Yaoyorozu, I, Shoto Todoroki, would like to thank you for saving my life. I owe you a debt." He attempted to bow to her, but ended up flipping himself over in the water.

Momo giggled as he tried to right himself. "Let me help you." She grabbed one of his hands, and pulled him so he was lateral. With her face inches from his, she told him, "This is the best swimming position. The water flows around you like this. If you intend to change your direction, tilt your body like this." She pushed his upper body around in a few positions.

"That sounds great, but how do I go forward?" He asked in confusion.

She looked at his legs and frowned. "That's a good question. You don't have a tail, so you can't push like I do." She hummed thoughtfully as she looked at his legs. "Hold on to the stalagmite right there, I'm going to test a few things."

Shoto did as she told him, but was unprepared for when she gently grabbed his legs and started moving them. She finished after only a few seconds and swam back up to his face. She then held her hand level with his face, the first two fingers pointing at him. He noted the web between them before she spoke.

"Move your legs like this." She demonstrated an up-and-down motion with her fingers, one going up as the other goes down, and then they reversed.

"Like scissors," he remarked absently.

Momo gazed at him with confusion in her eyes for a moment, not understanding, but then shrugged. "If that's what scissors do, then yes. Like scissors."

Shoto nodded, and kicked. At first, he didn't notice anything, so he kicked harder. He lost his grip on the stalagmite and rammed his head into a kelp-plated boulder. He gently pushed off of it, and rubbed his forehead.

"Now both sides hurt," he mumbled.

Momo shook her head clear. She'd been watching his two-toned hair float aimlessly, but his words hit her as odd. "Both sides?" She asked as she swam up to him.

His eyes met hers, and he nodded. "Front and back."

Momo's eyes widened. "I forgot you were injured! I can't heal things, though. I can only make things." She thought for a minute, tapping one finger against her chin. "Maybe Tsuyu can help." She grabbed his hand. "If you stick with me, you won't get lost. Remember to push! Use your arms if your... err... double tails... aren't enough."

Shoto frowned in confusion. "Double tails? You mean my legs?"

"Yeah, is that what they're called? Use your legs and arms!"

"Momo, I can't use both arms if you're holding my hand," he pointed out bluntly.

Momo felt her face heat up, and released his hand abruptly. "Sorry! I just wasn't sure if you would be able to keep up!"

"Can't you just swim slower?"

Momo let that sink in. "Oh. Yeah! Yes, I can. My apologies!" She turned around and started swimming.

Shoto looked at the hand she had released rather forlornly. He hadn't asked for it to be released, he just was trying to point something out. Then he had to blurt out the "swim slower".

He followed after the mermaid. At least a slower swim would mean more time to get to know her. He was quite intrigued.

He wasn't prepared for the multi-sleep trip.

"Ah, I should have told you that I live quite a ways from Tsuyu. It'll take us about three sleeps before we arrive, at the speed we're going. Here, I'll make you a sand bed." Momo swept her tail across the ocean floor, and placed a clump of seaweed in the middle of the circle she made. "I'm not sure how humans sleep, but we tend to sleep in circles, with our tails curled up. You can rearrange the bed however you like. I'll be over here," she said, pointing to a spot a little ways away. "You may also wish to use the kelp to cover yourself, should a shark come near."

Shoto nodded, and swam towards the kelp, intent on trying to figure out how he was going to lay down. He flinched when Momo suddenly clapped.

"I'll just make a shelter around us! I can't believe I've never done that!" She swam a ways away, then started swimming in a circle around the two sand beds, tracing her finger in the sand. Where her finger touched, a wall of coral started to rise. It flowed together into a dome over their heads. She snapped, and the coral flowed apart in a few spots, creating some doorways and windows.

Shoto watched her in amazement. He'd seen a few mages on land, but none with the skill and competence that she was exhibiting. The detail that the coral grew in at her command was impressive. He could easily tell the door handles from the hinges. He looked at Momo in wonder and awe.

She released the magic, and turned to catch him staring at her, his mouth hanging open just slightly. "Are you okay, Shoto?"

He shook his head, then pushed his hair aside. "You're very accomplished. I've never seen anyone so good at magic, and I've met several mages in my father's business."

Her face warmed, and she swam to float next to him. "You've met magic users above?"

He gazed at the ceiling. "A few. Mostly storm mages, since my father's company trades through a lot of the more dangerous trading routes. He's a fire mage, and I got that, and my mother's ice mage talents, but I don't like to show those off. I'm not talented enough."

"So you're a... mage... too? Fire and ice?" She asked, not sure what those were.

He understood her, though. "I'm not sure if they'll work underwater. Ice might work too well down here. Can you make a waterproof box or something?" He asked her, turning to face her better.

She tucked a stray lock behind her ear. "I can try. If you stay there, I'll make it around you. But then I won't be able to make anything until I find something to eat."

Shoto paused. "Then don't. We do need to find something to eat, though."

Momo smiled. "I have a fishnet."

Shoto looked bewildered. "Isn't that cannibalism??? Or something?"

Momo shook her head. "Our tails aren't actually connected to fish. Sometimes there are many similarities, but they aren't the same." She swam outside. "I'll be back soon. Don't go out, you can't read the ocean like we can," she said in an informative tone.

He nodded, and watched her swim away.

Timeskip: Three days later

"We're here!" Momo exclaimed excitedly.

Shoto flagged behind her. "I'm glad."

"Wait, are you okay? Did I push you too hard? Should I have invited Tsuyu to my place instead of dragging you here when you were injured and new to swimming?" Momo fretted.

"No, I enjoyed the trip, Momo. I got to know you, and it was an interesting experience," He said, honestly and earnestly, his dual eyes shining. "It's just the pressure is very intense down here, and I'm not a great swimmer." He cleared his throat. "But I wouldn't trade the experience for anything."

Momo turned red, and turned away from him. "I- That's so nice of you. Let's see if Tsuyu can help you at all."

"You should have sent a message fish," A croak-like voice said from behind them. "And why is there a human here?"

Momo spun around in surprise. "Tsuyu! I can explain!"

Tsuyu raised an eyebrow, her flippers twitching. "I hope so."

After Momo explained everything, Tsuyu took a look at Shoto. "Well, at this point, his injuries are mostly healed up. The problem is, he's a human, under hundreds of thousands of gallons of water. If he wants to return to the surface, it might be even more harmful than just staying here. How did he get here without dying?"

Momo shifted a bit. "He was sinking. He was almost at the bottom when I found him."

Tsuyu looked at her. "Still alive, even though he can't breathe water?"

Momo shrugged. "He was close to death, and I couldn't let him die. That's what the charm around his neck is for. It's kept him alive so far."

Shoto nervously fingered the necklace he had barely noticed. "Can I stay here?" When the ladies both looked at him, he looked at the floor. "I don't want to go back."

Momo looked at him with compassion, her eyes lingering on the scar on his face. Tsuyu looked at him more analytically. "Why?"

Shoto shrugged. "I'd rather prefer if my family thinks I'm never coming back. My father is not a good person, he's already run off the majority of my family in one way or another. I don't want to go back." If he could have cried underwater, he would have.

Momo rushed to him, but wasn't sure how to comfort him. Tsuyu gazed at him for a moment more. Then she spoke.

"Well, then I have a bargain for you." Shoto looked at her, confusion in his eyes. "You can become one of us, though it's a painful process, it's not undoable." When Shoto's eyes gleamed, she continued. "But. Everyone you know on the surface will forget about you. Not just your father, but siblings, your mother, any friends you might have had, everyone who's met you or knows about you." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Your choice. An equal amount of pain for if you choose to return. Your body will be in pain for days as you readjust to the surface pressure, and you will forget about your time here."

Shoto looked at Tsuyu for a minute or two, weighing his options. He looked at Momo, then his hands, then up towards the surface. He whispered, "I'm sorry, Mom."

When he met Tsuyu's eyes again, his were tinged slightly pink. "I'm choosing to stay here."

Tsuyu nodded, pulled a few hairs out of his head, and swam over to an enclosure holding a variety of fish. "Then let's get to it. Momo, I would suggest you go outside for a few minutes. Maybe swim around, or plug your ears."

Momo swallowed and nodded. She gave Shoto a hug, and swam outside.

Shoto turned to face Tsuyu, who dropped the hairs and the fish in a cauldron he hadn't noticed earlier. She threw a few more ingredients into the cauldron, snapped her padded fingers, and extracted a silver fluid from the pot. She placed it in a glass, and brought it over to him.

"Now listen, very carefully, Shoto Todoroki. This potion will do a few things." As he nodded, she continued. "It is going to temporarily mute you, so that you don't hurt yourself screaming. Then it will start the transformation. It should only take about five minutes, but you will probably be unconscious for a while. Once the transformation is complete, your voice will return." She grabbed his shoulder. "Are you still willing to go through with this?"

Shoto nodded, his gray eye looking steely. "I'm ready."

Tsuyu handed the glass to him, and he quaffed it down. He felt it trickling down his throat, and then the burning started. He crumpled over, as well as one can crumple in water, releasing the glass before he gripped it too hard and shattered it.

The feeling was like an intense rash, on his neck, the sides of his arms, his spine, and his legs. But, even if his voice hadn't been muted, he wouldn't have yelled. He went into this knowing what to expect, and he'd been through many painful situations. He closed his eyes and retreated inside himself to wait out the process.

When he opened his eyes again, Momo was waiting for him. He smiled at her, and took off her charm. He handed it back to her, saying. "I believe this belongs to you."

Momo smiled back, and pushed his hand back. "Keep it. I made it for you. Even if you don't need it anymore, keep it to remember me by."

"Why would I need it to remember you? I don't plan to leave you, Momo. You're why I decided to stay," he told her. He flexed his new tail. "Besides, you're the best swimming teacher I know, and I don't know how to use this yet."

Momo covered her face. "Uh, ok! I guess I can help you, and you can stay... With me. B-but! You'll have to get a house with the clan once you've mastered swimming!" She poked his nose. "For... reasons."

Shoto wrapped her in a hug. "Ok, Momo."

Tsuyu watched them embrace, then started drawing dates on the cave wall, trying to guess how long they'd stay "platonic".

The End!

[somediyprojects]

All designs from Mirabilia Designs by Nora Corbett: 

#61: Christmas Wishes— October 1, 2001

Dear Stitcher,

My new design is of a boy and girl sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him their hopes and dreams. Santa is on a throne and cloaked in festive red and gold. There is much evergreen garland that softly twinkles and intricate beading on the columns. I hope your Holiday season is filled with the peace and joy that I tried to convey in this pattern.

#62: Lady of the Flag—December 1st, 2001 (OOP)

Dear Stitcher,

On the days after the events of September 11th, 2001, I felt so sad. I remembered how stitchers have often asked me to design a piece about remembering a loved one who has passed. Designing this piece was about healing, but also about the beauty of our country and human nature. Especially individuals who inspired us all with their acts of heroism. I'm still sad but I'm hopeful. It is my hope that this design will help you heal and that the proceeds raised will help all the men, women, and children who need it most.

A portion of the profits of the sale of this design will go to charitable organizations responsible for helping all victims of the September 11th, 2001 terrorist attack. Thank you for your support.

#63: Cottage Garden Fairy— April 1, 2002 (OOP)

Pretty, Pretty, Pretty! In the colors of the cottage garden. – the blue shawl is dyed with “forget-me-nots” – her glittering dew dripped gown is made of woven “celedon” seedlings from her cutting garden, -her wings are the pale pink/purple only found when gazing at certain “cosmos” in bloom against the sun, -the bodice was formed by sewing together rose petals from the climbing rose her grandmother planted that no one can remember the name of.

Oh, and lest we forget the lovely “baby blue eyes” that dot the edges of her wings as well as the edges of her garden paths. We think she would be lovely paired with her sister “The Queen Mermaid”.

#64: Queen of Freedom— June 1, 2002

Due to the overwhelming response to “Lady of the Flag”, we have created another pattern that honors our Flag to complete the set.

A classic Greek beauty drapes the Stars and Stripes over her lap while she clutches a book of law. She promises peace, justice, and beauty for all.

#65: Angel of the New Dawn— August 1, 2002 OOP

This graceful Angel opens her arms to everyone. She seems to be full of divine acceptance. Her name has a double meaning. The first is for one of my favorite roses, the climbing New Dawn, that is vigorous, fragrant and lovely. The other is one of hope, that, like the beads radiating from her head, every morning there will be a new dawn, a new day of hope.

#66: Fairie Treasures— December 1, 2002

A peaceful fairie brings treasures of your own choosing. “Love”, “Joy”, or “Peace” can be inscribed on her special treasure box for a dear friend or you! She is in calm rust and berry colors. Gold beads and satin ribbons cascade from her silken gown and she is enveloped in a mystical garden of pale blues and greens.

#67: The Woodland Fairie— December 1, 2002

This beautiful fairie with a radiant wand is dressed in shades of pale gold and persimmon pink with fluttering misty blue wings. Entwined with gleaming leaves, she is perched on a mossy branch. Stitch this magical nymph and imagine flights of fancy.

#68: Winter In My Garden— February 1, 2003

Third in the series of gardeners is “Winter in My Garden”. Every gardener I know doesn’t rest the minute the snow starts to fall. Winter is a time for organizing seeds, planning beds or researching to find the perfect climbing rose. That’s why our newest design depicts a woman in her greenhouse amidst all her started seedlings, dreaming about spring and the new start it will bring.

#69: Cinderella— March 24, 2003

“She made her escape as lightly as a deer. The Prince followed, but could not catch her. Only she dropped one of her glass slippers, which he picked up and treasured.”

This beautiful mate to our “Sleeping Beauty” pattern will add a romantic touch to any room.

Romantic quote taken from: Quiller-Couch, Sir Arthur. The Sleeping Beauty and Other Tales From the Old French. Edmund Dulac, illustrator. New York: Hodder & Stoughton, 1910.

#70: Maidens of the Seasons I— July 1, 2003 OOP

Crystal lilacs and lush peaches, symbols of spring and summer, illustrate the simple pure beauty of the seasons in the Old World style of tapestry cross-stitch. Designed to be stitched separately, together, or stitch on a large enough piece of fabric to include autumn and winter.

[muthaz-rapapa]

Let’s talk TroPreCure! (^∀^ 🌺)

i’m so stupidly proud of this dumb pun “tropurikyua~”, hahahahaha

Last post of the year and wow is there are lot to be excited for!

I even had to make a list for the stuff I want to talk about and I’m sure I already forgot one or two things but we’ll get to them as we continue to float~ along the wave to February 28th, mmkay? :)

Now for what has peaked my interest so far. And yes, we have to talk about the following first:

1) HealPre the shortest Precure season??

Unless they plan for double features in February (which I doubt but you never know), HealPre is likely going to reach only 45 episodes long instead of the usual 48~50 before TroPre I’m using this shortening of the title for now so if there’s a better alternative, tell me and I’ll switch out begins its broadcast.

Understandable because the producers probably want to get back to their normal scheduling as soon as possible (toy sales, y’know) and I suspect pushing the start of the new season back by a month is the most they’re willing to compromise.

As for me, I’m quite happy about this since HealPre’s lost its hold on my attention a while ago so the sooner TroPre gets here, the better. Though the downside might be a scrambled climax and a rushed, underwhelming ending for HealPre (I dunno if it’s January’s titles that feel a bit messy or if the hiatus is still throwing me off) but whatever. We’ll refresh ourselves with the new blood Cures so it’s all good.

2) Tropical movie announced for Autumn 2021, no All Stars??

(source)

First saw this mentioned on Youtube somewhere but it’s all over the fandom forums by now. I mean, HealPre’s movie is set for March, the usual time slot for All Stars release. If Toei intended for there to be an All Stars in 2021, there’s no way they would announce the seasonal movie before it so speculations of them skipping it this year are probably true.

To squeeze it somewhere between March and October-ish would force them to readjust their budgets as well and I don’t think even Toei wants to go through that extra hassle after all the trouble the pandemic’s caused for everyone already. It’s just easier to resume All Stars in 2022.

That, and I think Laura being a major character in TroPre despite not having a Cure title (yet) would make for an awkward situation when the three latest teams gather so perhaps that’s also one of the reasons. But I’ll get back to Laura in a bit.

3) Cure Summer is a RAINBOW Cure

So god help me if I see anyone calling her a Pink Cure.

Yes, she’s the lead Cure for this season. NO, she is not a Pink Cure.

Look, even the official website has a rainbow overlay for her profile pic and text font while everyone else’s respective theme colors are a solid hue:

Therefore, RAINBOW.

In promotional material and merchandising, they’re probably going to advertise her primarily with pink bah and at worst, she might occasionally be labeled as a White Cure with multiple subcolors (her outfit is not pink-dominant) but definitely NOT. PINK.

...also, this goes without saying but f***yea, we finally got a lead Cure practically and unabashedly wearing the LGBTQ flag and you cannot tell me otherwise, Toei!

Own up to it! Declare Manatsu/Cure Summer as the Precure queer icon!

I’m not gonna stop yellin’ until you do! 😠

4) Laura = obvious midseason Cure is obvious

First of all, Laura is a babe. I already love her the best and she’s not even Precure yet. <3

Anyways, the set-up is pretty much in the description. Important main character who’s not a mascot, stated to have a self-confident personality and just speaks her mind (oooh, I like~ :D), magical/foreign being from another world looking for Precure to save her home, possesses her own special item(s), has aspirations to become the next Queen (so she’s a princess-candidate or something to that effect, I suppose).

We’ve seen various combinations of these traits in past midseason (and a few starter) Cures so nobody should be surprised when we all guessed that one of the Cures would be a real live mermaid.

The only question is why not just make Laura a Cure from the get-go if she’s introduced to us at the beginning (like Hime or Lala) and having a team of five with no unnecessary extra add-ons later on (like Smile).

Well, there’s a simple answer for that: formula.

Toei is afraid that if they don’t spit out some new animation sequence at the halfway and third quarter points of the show, the kids will lose interest and abandon the series altogether. Which means failed toy sales. Oh nooo... [/sarcasm]

...Yea. 

And this way they can also have Laura available in the Cure lineup for the next All Stars in 2022 instead of making her sit the fight out if we were going to have one in 2021. I’m convinced that’s gotta be one of the reasons. *shrug*

But ok, whatever. Her debut is gonna be later, that’s all. She’s a delayed Cure.  Midseason Cure, same difference.

Moving along to the more important stuff now like what’s her Cure name gonna be, y/y?

Well, knowing Toei, a translation of the term “mermaid” into another language is the most predictable route even though we already have a Cure Mermaid. Not like that ever stopped them from repeating words before (ex. Cure Happy vs Cure Felice). Though if they do go down that road, I hope they opt for the Spanish/Italian “sirena” and not the French “sirène” because the latter sounds too close to how Cure Selene is pronounced in Japanese. And, putting it nicely, we all know Japanese pronunciation of foreign words is as off kilter as can be.

Hell, even the the Portuguese “sereia” sounds aesthetic as hell so it’d be nice if they can just remember there are other languages that exist out there besides Japanese, English and French when making the final decision at the writing table! *stomps foot* >:/

Alternatively, “nereid” or “naiad” are good choices too but they remind me too much of Greek myths and Laura’s from the Grand Ocean which covers more than just a couple of seas (Greece is surrounded by three, btw) so...

I dunno. But whatever it’s gonna be, she’s definitely got a strong association with water and her powers will probably be based on that.

As for theme color, since there’s noticeably no blue or green Cure in the starter lineup, it’s likely she will take up that spot when she debuts around ep 20.

Pink is also open since Cure Summer, again, is technically not a Pink Cure and Laura’s hair and tail fin are hot and light pink respectively but looking at Laura’s design and concept, does anyone seriously believe that?

Her upper torso consists of aquamarine while the body of her tail is definitely some shade of cyan, implying they’re aiming for somewhere around the middle of green and blue on the lighter spectrum.

And yea, I’m aware that green and blue are considered exchangeable in some perspectives with how close some of their shades are to each other but officially, I think Laura’s gonna be grouped with the Green Cures.

Cuz of the hair. If Laura’s gonna keep it the same or a similar shade after transforming, that is. The Blues have always had cool-colored hair so putting Laura in with them might disrupt that harmony whereas if you put her with the few Greens there are (including Parfait), she’d fit right in.

I mean, we’ll see but that makes the most sense, doesn’t it?

On another note, I just want to say that I love how they added frills to her arms instead of letting her elbows go bare naked. It definitely makes her look more like a genuine mermaid than if she didn’t have them (remember, half fish doesn’t mean half the body :P).

5) Magical Items

Frankly, I’m tired of seeing the transformation device being a compact again even though one of the main motifs is make-up this season. But at least, as far as Precure compacts goes, the Tropical one is my favorite cuz of how cute and delightfully colorful its toy version looks! So I guess I’m okay with it.

The Heart Rouge Rod, though? ...I dunno. I think it would’ve been fine without that...straw (?) jutting out at the top. It looks weird, doesn’t it look weird? :S

As for the collectible clip-ons, I can live without those for the rest of my life. Yeesh.

Laura’s items, the Aqua Pot and the Ocean Prism Mirror.

Again with the portable, travel-size housing. *sigh* 😩

Alright, I can let this year slide cuz Laura (I’m so soft for her, omg) probably won’t be getting legs for 20 weeks so she’s got to move about on land somehow. But unless they’re really thinking about turning this idea of carrying your apartment around in your bag/pocket/purse into a reality (cuz that would be effin’ awesome), please be more creative with your toys.

On the other hand, I’m much more interested in the Ocean Prism Mirror but from what Kusyami (the Precure merchandise reviews I follow on Youtube) said in his latest vid, this is the ED dance item so don’t know if it’ll actually have an relevance to the story or not. But I did hear him mention it having something to do with the Queen as well and since Laura wishes to become Queen, maybe it’ll be important after all? Maybe it’s her transformation device?

That’d be super cool. Let’s continue the trend of the midseason Cure having a different transformation item than the starters. Honestly, we should alternate every other year or two but we’ve gone three seasons with all of them using the same henshin gimmicks up till HealPre and I just want a break from that.

6) Fin sleeves??

These look so impractical for combat so maybe it’s exclusive to group attacks.

And/or a sort of precursor to the super forms?

*GASP* Does that mean they all eventually turn into mermaids? 🤩

7) Yui finally became Precure!! 😭

lol, it’s all crack from this point on so don’t take it too seriously but man, after Yuni’s deceptive braids, I thought I wasn’t gonna see anything that reminded me of Yui for a while and lo behold, Sango.

kehehehehehe xD;

Though Yui might be closer to Minori in terms of personal interests (fairytales and storybooks).

8) Akira, the actual Onee-chan version

I didn’t think this when I first saw her but once I read “Onee-san” in her profile, there’s no saving you now. Sorry, Asuka. 😅

Also, damn, do her sandals make her feet look big! Compare them to the heels she wears as Flamingo. Are they even the same?! lololol

9) ...this sounds awfully familiar...

Translation:

Tokimeku Tokonatsu! [Exciting/Thrilling Everlasting Summer!] Cure Summer! Kirameku Hoseki! [Sparkling Jewel!] Cure Coral!  Hirameku Fuurutsu! [Flashing Fruit!] Cure Papaya!

Japanese reiteration:

Mallow/Mao: Pink no tokimeki! Lillie: Blue no kirameki! Lana/Suiren: Yellow no kagayaki!

….........

@Toei 

Care to explain yourselves, punks?! 

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 I do not feel comfortable writing about these topics for anyone. They will be immediately removed from the inbox. 

3. Requests will be completed in my free time. As a college student and retail worker, I try to find moments where I can spare a few words to write. Please understand that I have seen your ask most likely and I will get to it asap !! 

4. Do not send me the same request you sent to another writer because one of us isn’t as fast and you want it right then and there. There is so much plagiarism in this community and I rather get an ask that is for me only, not anyone else. 

5. If you request something, please consider reblogging it with your thoughts. Whether you have 100 followers or 5, the Reblogs help circulate the post around for more people to enjoy. Likes are okay but they don’t do anything in Tumblr’s algorithm and it actually ruins my mood. Reblogs and comments, even if it’s in the tags, make my day. 

6. I do not accept requests asking me to write a paragraph for whatever wip the requester has been struggling to write. I’m open to collabs with others but I’m not writing a smut scene for you. Nor am I gonna tolerate you taking my smut scenes to put in your own because you are struggling. My work is to be posted by me, not you or anyone else. I don’t care if you credit me, I said NO. 

REQUESTING FORM; 

When requesting something from me, I hope you’ll follow this layout to make it easier for the both of us. 

Pairing: (Whoever you choose from my list);

Characters I only write; Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles, Red Hood, Deanmon, Michael!Dean, Danneel Ackles, Rachel Gatina, Anael, Joel Kinnaman, Rick Flag, Ben Barnes, Billy Russo, Chris Evans, Ari Levinson (as a Professor of Geology ONLY), Andy Barber, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Johnny Storm, Pacho Herrea (ALBERTO AMMANN VERSION), Ursula/Vanessa (Little Mermaid), Poison Ivy 

Plot; Explain what it is you’re looking for clearly; 

If the request is kinky, you can choose from this list of what I write for below: 

KINKS/NSFW THINGS I WRITE: Dacryphilia, Hair pulling kink, Praise kink, Daddy/Mommy kink, Mistress kink, Monster Fucking, Double P in V, Throat Fucking, Roleplay, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Beard kink, Cockwarming, Somnophilia, Tentacle Porn, Threesomes, Orgies, Master/Pet dynamic, Overstimulation, Edging, Squirting, Bondage, Public Sex, Exhibition kink, Vouyerism, Hate Fucking, Breeding kink, House wife kink, dom/sub dynamics, Non-Con, Con non-con, fingering, mutual masturbation, phone sex

7. Is the request you’ve chosen from something I’ve written for before? Like is it for a specific AU or series/one shot I have going? Or is this request completely different and is it’s own standalone? Please be clear on what it is so I know what it is you’re looking for exactly. 

8. Lastly, are you okay with waiting weeks for me to get this done? 

These are guidelines which are pretty simple, anyone who’s gonna shame me for this or send hate will be blocked. That block button and I are joined at the hip and I’m not afraid to use it. That’s all!! 

[tragedy-for-sale]

Bad Idea! pt. 1

No I'm not sorry for anything you're about to read. A little warning for ya'll, it's kinda inappropriate, and the amount of sex jokes made throughout this is concerning but hilarious.

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Captain Rex had been up for several hours before sunrise, pushing himself to fatigue by working out all those hours. His clothing was significantly lighter than what he was used to, so this felt better. He could move more, 'Cody's onto something with the whole no fancy armor' he thought as he stopped running, he kept moving as he caught his breath. Perhaps he'd pushed himself a little too hard, for his legs felt incredibly sore.

It was in those moments that the Captain zoned out, for next thing he knew, he was falling to the ground after running into someone. "Shi- sorry!" Rex prompt apologized, jumping to his sore feet then offering out his hand to the man he'd run into. The man took his hand and once he was on his feet, he lingered in silence for a second, making Rex wonder if he'd sent the man in shock, "Are you okay?"

The man's eyes went slightly wide before shaking his head, realizing he'd yet to say a word "Oh, sorry, I just didn't expect to run into an angel today." Rex tensed slightly as the man held out his own hand to shake, "I'm Percival, and you are?" He asked, pulling down his mask to reveal a soft smile.

Rex took Percival's hand and shook it, "Rex, Captain." He muttered as he pushed his flattered shock out of his mind. For a moment time seemed to slow as Rex looked into his eyes, Percival had said something but Rex hadn't heard. Next thing he knew, their hands were being torn apart as Rex's eyes stayed fixed on him. Then he was alone. "Oh stars-"

The entire day seemed so different, the Captain's eyes somehow always found their way to the stranger that was Percival, and it was clear the man's eyes had also naturally found their way to gaze upon him. Rex had to focus though, he was here on a mission, that was all. But fate clearly had different plans. For the entire day, Rex kept conveniently running into Percival, and everytime they met the man flirted, shamelessly, did he flirt. Rex bitterly rejected the man's flirtatious tongue, though not because he wasn't into him, but because he was. So much that he acted cold so he didn't end up slipping and falling to his knees for Percival.

"But would that be the worst thing?" Saw asked Percival, they'd been chatting away about meaningless things, "I mean, I love the carnival," he continued, "I go every chance I get." Percival rolled his eyes, shoving Saw's shoulder in a joking manner. "Just saying, you should take him, there's lots of rides to go on."

"You're no help, honestly." He shook his head as he caught sight of the Captain he'd been spending the better half of the day flirting with. "He knows that I'm flirting with him, right? He has to, I'm not being shy" Percival whined, looking down to the blaster in his hand.

"Oh yeah, he has to," Saw agreed as his eyes followed the Captain. "Hey, I have an idea," turning to face his friend, "Ask him to show you how to use that giant scary thing they brought, you already use such a big gun." Saw smiled as he nudged Percival so the two could walk towards Rex. "You can also play dumb so he'll talk more."

Percival chuckled as he pulled down his mask, "Doesn't that thing go on my gun though and requires like fire?" He asked, turning to Saw who simply shrugged. Neither of the two actually knew what it was, Skywalker had explained it but they'd been mesmerized by the fire. "Hey Captain! Saw and I were talkin' was wondering if you could sure us the foreteller?"

Looking up from his datapad, Rex nodded, "Sure thing." He said as he lead the two of them to a place where they could sit before grabbing a big heavy case. "Now, it's a particularly hard tool because timing is key, so is the cooperation of the match-" Rex explained as he opened the case and pulled a heavy attachment to a blaster. "But it doesn't make your blaster harder to operate, just heavy." He explained before sitting down and gesturing towards Percival's blaster, who handed it over.

Percival watched Rex attach the thing, he should have been watching his hands, but he was much too distracted by his eyes. "Alright, here you are," handing the blaster over, Rex spoke, "You got your blaster, and now here's a match and its box." Percival let his blaster rest as he took the match. Rex nodded softly as he watched to make sure Percival wasn't gonna blow them up by accident.

But nothing raised a flag, he seemed entirely aware of what he had to do, as if he knew what to do. All the same, Rex was going to watch him, "After, cause we don't want it going off, you're gonna blow it" Rex ordered, watching the flame dance wildly. Percival strikes the match and held it to the Foreteller waiting for it to catch fire before he blew it out.

But before he did, a sly smile appeared on Percival's, knowing he'd very well might get attacked by the man , not that he'd mind. So Percival spoke, "Only if you do me next." He then blew out the flame and took a deep satisfaction in watching Rex's face freeze and instantly redden.

Saw was staring at the two of them before he bursted into laughter, slapping Percival's shoulder, he blurted, "Percival! Don't embarrass the Captain!" Rex bit his cheek as he sat there, quite, well uncomfortable with this whole situation. Percival promptly took off the Foreteller, keeping his eyes on Rex. His gaze at last met Percival's, who was just waiting for him to, for his face so clearly displayed all he wanted to say and do next.

"Rex." He grinned before getting up. "Thanks for the help." He said in his usual tone before he made double checked the safety on his blaster and headed back towards the watch area of their base. Rex sat there unmoving. That man was a flirt. He was terrible, but in the best way possible. Rex was getting lost in his mind, letting it wander where it shouldn't, but oh, oh, did he enjoy those thoughts.

Saw had been laughing the entire time but Rex caught he attention, "Oh shit-" Saw stopped laughing as he looked to Rex's face, which was still obviously red, "You like him!" Saw exclaimed in a whisper. Rex scowled as his face at last fell. He glared at Saw, no, absolutely not. That would be terribly cliche. "Oh stars, this is perfect! He's into you-"

"Shut up," Rex muttered as he stood up, stumbling slightly, regretting waking up so early to train. He was beyond sore. Looking to Saw, he let out a sigh, 'Oh stars, he's gonna say something else-' he thought as Saw walked towards him and didn't speak until he was close enough so that only Rex could hear.

"Give ol' Percy an hour and you won't be able to stand at all." Saw winked, a devilish grin on his face as he patted Rex's shoulder. "Rest up, Captain!" He then called as he walked away, "Cause you won't tonight!" Rex froze again, hand twitching ever so slightly, filling with rage and embarrassment. Inappropriate. The two of them were actually older than him but both of them have proven to be so immature. Shaking his head, Rex at last took a step and headed in the opposite direction of the two of them.

He found himself in Anakin's presence. Falling to attention, he was shifting from foot to foot, everything that just happened was playing over and over in his head. "Rex?" Anakin turned to his Captain, he'd been able to sense Rex's discomfort. It wasn't that Anakin meant to be nosy in terms of the force, Rex was projecting. Terribly. The man was flustered, but also annoyed. "Something up?" Anakin asked, looking to his Captain. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Rex answered, sounding rather bitter,

"Everything's peachy, sir."

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