#oc: rhys

[eydika]

I had SO many plans for oc kiss week and then i got sick so here's part one of my ideal plan + some quick smooches :)

@eskcl @sjokoladekjeksen @ghilenan @friendlyfirestarter

[awkwardgtace]

Stuck and Maybe Stupid

Doubt!! Rhys secret shifter again! Woo

The day after Rhys's foster parents found out about his size shifting he's stuck small enough to fit in their fist. He convinces them to leave, but his foster brother's come home… he's hoping they won't find him.

Stuck and Maybe Stupid

Rhys still couldn’t believe that his foster parents had accepted what he was. Especially the next morning when he’d gotten small enough to fit in their fists again. It helped when one gently picked him up off a pillow and reassured him he was safe. They both talked about skipping work, but he begged them to go. They agreed once he reminded them his foster brothers would be home soon. Rhys swore he’d go to them if there was any trouble; of course he kept the fact it was a lie to himself.

His mom, it didn’t feel real that he could think that, but his mom carried him to the living room. Her hands were soft, holding him firmly against her heart. She set her palm down next to the couch; a place he had hidden more than once. There were plenty of times he’d gotten stuck small before; not while living with this family though. It wasn’t hard to deal with anymore, at least he liked to say it wasn’t. It was kind of nice to have people who wanted to keep him safe until he could get big again. 

They did a lot to make sure he’d have everything he could need. His mom cut up some fruit for him. His dad put a small cap alongside a bowl of water. Even looked for things he could use to stay entertained until he could grow… Having a mom and dad who cared was nice.

Just as he thought that, his dad’s hand surrounded him. Long, massive fingers covered any escape. Panic set in as they pressed him into the massive digits. Then the hand was gone. An echo of the warmth sat on Rhys’s skin. He liked it… He still felt stupid, but they made it feel worth it. Even when their steps made the world shake, bounced him a little off the ground, and reminded him how small he was. It was the first time he could remember a safe feeling while small ever.

Rhys wandered out from under the couch a few times over the next few hours. Each was an attempt to grow, but it filled his body with pain. Eventually he curled up on a cloth his mother had left so he wasn’t stuck on the wood floor. Stuck small usually meant he had to hope he didn’t starve before he could grow. The memories of the last time he was stuck small filled his mind. He’d been so cold and hungry by the time he grew again…

“Rhys you here?” Ryder’s voice jolted him from his thoughts. He curled in on himself, afraid to be found. 

The steps that neared him made Rhys bounce. He clutched the cloth, terrified of what would happen. Horrified that the people he started to trust immediately betrayed him. Tears burned his eyes when Ryder’s steps stopped right at the couch. Right where the people who claimed to care left him. 

“Guess not,” Ryder’s sigh made Rhys’s body go limp. Until heavier steps started. It had to be Felix. Rhys shook as his body was flung in the air by the steps with all of his stout foster brother’s weight. “Was he upstairs?”

“No,” Felix said. The couch creaked in time with the steps stopping. At this size he could hear how normal people affected everything. “We can stay down here and see if he comes home, like mom and dad asked.”

“I guess… They sounded worried. Do you think something happened?”

“Does it matter?” Rhys swallowed. Felix sounded angry. He’d never seen Felix angry. “Kid’s been avoiding us for weeks anyway.”

“Oh so that’s why you’re in a bad mood.” 

Another shiver as Ryder’s steps started up again. Felix’s feet slammed on the ground in front of him. Rhys bit his hand to keep from screaming. 

“I’m not in a bad mood. He doesn’t want to be here, what do I care?” Felix growled. Rhys’s cheeks grew damp as he listened. “Besides I won’t have to fix clothes all the time if he leaves… or worry about the way he flinches from our hands sometimes…”

“Ok, what’s actually on your mind?” Ryder’s voice held the concern Rhys was used to. It was usually sent his way. The steps came back. They stopped and Rhys risked crawling a bit forward to see at least Ryder. He was a lot more intimidating from his current position.

“Nothing!”

Felix’s voice was loud. It made Rhys’s ears ring. He slid back, away from the two. It started to look like a good idea to run. Get out of this place before Vitus and Dabria came back. Before he had to admit that he couldn’t have parents when the rest of the family hated him.

“Is it what Del said? That he’s like her?” Ryder’s voice was soft. The couch creaked as his weight joined Felix’s above him. He inched closer to the feet of his foster brothers. Delphia never mentioned they were similar. If she could change too maybe that was why he had a chance at a mom and dad. 

“He’s not like her. It would have been obvious by now if he was,” Felix’s voice was more how Rhys knew it. Tired, a bit snobby, but a hint of kindness in the words. The anger at least passed. “He’d already have said something off that we could pick up on.”

“Then what is it, I thought you liked our new brother. Mom and dad said you were ok with them adopting him down the line if things worked out.” Another time Rhys had to bite his hand. He’d been hiding so much, but they still wanted him. Even before they saw what he was… Maybe it would change now. They still didn’t know everything…

“His clothes…”

Rhys looked down at his clothes. They were a bit baggy right now. They didn’t fully shrink with him, better than some of the other times at least. Maybe he should ask for some doll clothes. It would make things easier in the future, kind of embarrassing though.

“What? You don’t like his style?” Ryder laughed.

“Of course not,” Felix snapped. “They get torn all the time. A lot of the time after he’s disappeared for the day or just gets home from being out.”

“So… you think someone forgot what happened when they tried to bully Del?”

“Nothing happened back then!” Felix’s voice squeaked. Rhys had to hold back his laugh.

“Oh really? I remember a certain call to dad about someone getting in a fight at school. That a certain brother of mine broke someone else’s nose. If I recall the reasoning was they made his sister cry.” 

Rhys could picture Ryder’s face. A small grin, eyebrows raised, eyes glowing with an emotion he barely understood. Felix’s sigh replaced the image with his face. Eyebrows pulled together, index and thumb on his forehead, eyes closed, a frown that had the smallest hint of smile in it.

“They shouldn’t have made fun of her for warning them about the ticks on their camping trip,” Felix mumbled.

“And no one’s forgotten since. Do you really think someone is bullying Rhys?” Ryder asked. The couch creaked again, Felix’s feet disappeared. Rhys crawled forward, almost out of the shadows. Just in time to watch his foster brother put his feet on the coffee table, they weren’t supposed to do that.

“I don’t know, but how else do you explain all the ripped clothes? The way he flinches from us just tapping his shoulder?! He’s gotta be getting into fights… He could just talk to us,” Felix said. Voice small and so unlike the person Rhys had always seen. Stoic, prepared, confident. This time Felix sounded as scared as Rhys was to be seen.

“You could try asking, he might say it.” 

“You didn’t see his face the one time I did ask…”

Rhys scrambled back just in time to avoid his foster brother slamming his feet back on the ground. He’d gone too far out. That was close and reminded him how stupid it was to listen to the part of him that wanted to call out. 

“It was as bad as Del’s face the first time she told us something before it happened I’m guessing,” Ryder sighed. The couch creaked as he stood up. Rhys closed his eyes, unwilling to see the steps moving around after his close call. That didn’t stop them from bouncing him.

Ryder’s steps got far enough Rhys was left still. The pop of a can opening came from above him. Probably what Ryder went to get at first, a drink for each of them. The silence weighed heavily in the room. Rhys thought it would suffocate him. He tried to think about what they said. That Delphia knew things before they happened. 

It would explain a lot. How she sometimes showed up and left things right where he needed them when he was small. The front door always left unlocked after he’d snuck out when he needed to grow. It never made sense. If she knew…

“It was worse than that Ryder,” Felix’s voice was cold. It froze Rhys in the broken silence. “Like he’d die if I knew what was going on.”

The sound of aluminum crumpling filled the air. Whatever Felix was drinking spilled all over the floor. Rhys told his body to move. Run. If he didn’t they’d see him when they cleaned it up. His legs refused, the cold tone from Felix had locked his limbs down.

“Shit! Ryder bring me some paper towels!” Felix shouted. 

Another bout of ringing in Rhys’s ears. It didn’t make him move. Neither did the fast, heavy steps that approached. The creak of the couch as Felix stood. The slam of his knee on the ground. The hands too close for comfort. None of it broke the spell that cold tone set on Rhys’s small body.

“Don’t forget under the couch.” Ryder’s voice felt far away. As if this was a dream he was about to wake up from. 

Numbly Rhys realized the ground around his feet was wet. He waited. As the shadow covered the light. As massive paper towels slipped in and out. His pulse pounded in his ears. It nearly muted the call to ‘shine some light under here.’

Light blinded him. Usually he adjusted quickly, but not this time. It didn’t matter, he was caught. So he waited. As the paper towels pulled away. As golden eyes filled the space in front of him. As a deep breath was sucked in, it smelled kind of sweet. As a hand with thick fingers replaced those eyes and approached him.

He waited. For the pain as the fingers closed around him. For the regret or anger at his body’s betrayal. The way it wouldn’t listen when he wanted to run. He was terrified. That cold voice filled his mind. Cold aimed at him or the invisible attackers Felix pictured. He couldn’t be sure anymore…

“Rhys?” Felix’s voice was soft. The fingers around him didn’t grab. They surrounded him, but didn’t close. There was no escape.

“Felix, did you hit your head? Ryder’s voice was loud, jovial. “Rhys is small but not that small.”

“Get down here, and turn the flashlight off.”

“Don’t have to sound so mad.”

Another crash as Ryder’s knees hit the ground. Rhys’s heart hadn’t stopped pounding. He was pretty sure his body started shaking. Stupid legs still wouldn’t move. This would be what ended that dream from the day before. He couldn’t have a family when some of them hated him. Mom and dad had to stay Vitus and Dabria because he’d be leaving soon. If they didn’t kill him.

Silver eyes joined golden in staring at him. The blinding light was gone. Thin fingers reached forward. They touched his side, just where the tips of Felix’s ended. It made him jump. He couldn’t tell what would happen next. Either way his secret was out. 

“Did we both hit our heads?” Ryder’s voice was almost inaudible. Even for Rhys. That made it a bit easier.

“...no,” Rhys said. If his dream was ending he was going to be a part of it. He wouldn’t watch it happen.

Felix’s fingers moved. Rhys stiffened, but they actually pulled away. Ryder’s fingers started to fill the empty space, but a noise from Felix stopped him. Rhys watched the two share a look before both hands were completely gone. Then the golden eyes were gone. The silver followed. Legs stayed visible, but there was a spot left in between the two normal people.

“Do… you want to come out?” Felix asked. It was awkward. Not something Rhys was used to.

“N-not really,” Rhys said. There was some shuffling. Both Ryder and Felix moved further from the couch.

“Is this better?” Ryder whispered. 

Rhys wanted to say no again. To curl up on the cloth, away from the gigantic people. The ones he wanted to be his real brothers. When he managed to make his body move, it went forward. Towards them. Step by step he moved farther from the safety of the couch. Closer to the open area where two people would stare down at him. Two people who might not want him around anyway.

As soon as he was in the open, he heard them both suck in a breath. He felt stupid again. It would be a miracle if stupid managed to work out a second time. He felt even smaller than he was as Felix and Ryder loomed closer. It wouldn’t be long before they grabbed him. Squeezed him. Bruised him. It happened once. Though that was a younger kid who thought he was a toy… It would be worse this time.

“So… uh… do you want to talk to us?” Ryder asked. Felix leaned closer. Golden eyes narrowed as they studied Rhys. It made him shiver.

Rhys opened his mouth, but the words died as Felix stood up. The oldest of his foster siblings walked off. The steps, still heavy, made him lose his footing as he left. Ryder made a noise, a cough almost. The steps paused, but continued after a second barely any softer. It was enough he could climb to his feet at least.

“I guess you heard us talking,” Ryder let out an awkward laugh. Rhys nodded. It took a solid minute of silence before he realized Ryder hadn’t noticed his nod. Rhys looked up and saw Ryder looking completely away from him.

“I-I did,” Rhys said hoarsely. Ryder turned to look at him, moved closer. It was terrifying. Somehow more terrifying than Vitus. Rhys stumbled back, but managed to stay out from under the couch. “I-I said I did.”

Ryder looked sad. Before he could speak, Rhys was knocked off his feet again. Ryder looked up to stare at Felix as he approached. Thin fingers surrounded Rhys, it wasn’t reassuring. He wanted his parents. He wanted to get bigger. To stop wondering if this would get worse. When they’d be mean.

Ryder wrapped Rhys in his fingers. Rhys nearly screamed. Felix sat down, the weight would have thrown him without Ryder’s fingers. Right after they were gone. Rhys was left back on his own. No hands crowding him. Both of his foster brothers staring down at him.

“Felix, take it easy,” Ryder tried to laugh. Rhys could tell it was forced. Felix kept his eyes narrowed. 

A shrug. Then hands were heading towards Rhys again. He wanted to back away. Wanted to run. Escape. Hide. His body wouldn’t listen. The hands stopped in front of him. Not touching him. Slowly opened and revealed clothes that looked a lot more comfortable than what he had on. Admittedly his current clothes were stiff from the night before.

“Here, it should fit. I always make something small first,” Felix whispered. 

Rhys reached forward, grabbed the clothes and scrambled back under the couch. He changed quickly. These were a lot softer than what he had on. Warmer too. He felt more in control. Especially out of sight again. Easier than standing there, being stared at.

“So… is this why your clothes always get torn?” Felix asked. Rhys bit his lip. 

“Do we scare you?” Ryder said. Rhys started to shake. They did, everyone did. Except… he kind of trusted Vitus and Dabria. They were so kind, maybe he could trust Felix and Ryder. “Is… this why you flinch all the time?”

Nothing. Rhys couldn’t make his voice work. How could he explain that their hands reminded him of pain? That even now his body ached from all the times people found him. Times people didn’t know where he was and did something by accident. He… he wanted his mom and dad.

“...you know, there’s something like a game we could play.”

“Felix what are you-” Rhys walked forward during the silence, Ryder started to nod under Felix’s gaze “Right… that game.”

Slowly Ryder and Felix lied down. Their heads side to side. Rhys inched closer as the two got comfortable. This didn’t seem like a game to him. His curiosity spurred him closer. He wound up close enough he could touch Felix’s skin.

“Rhys,” Felix started, it made him stumble back, “the game is easy. You can ask us anything or tell us to do anything. We can’t lie and we have to do what you say.”

“Of course you could walk away, we’re not allowed to do anything without an order. Consider us your dedicated knights,” Ryder laughed.

“So… if I say you can’t look at me?” Rhys asked.

“We can’t look at you.”

Felix turned his head to show his eyes were closed. That was… kind of nice. He started to feel stupid again. It felt like it could be fun. As if he could have the chance to see what normal people were like when he was this small.

“Th-then stay still.”

Rhys waited for a few seconds. Neither one moved. So, he walked over to Felix’s side. He tugged at the cloth of the massive shirt. No movement, not even a reaction. He pulled himself up, it was a little hard. Kind of fun too. Felix twitched and Rhys slid. Still he managed to start climbing up his brother… Were they brothers?

After a few minutes Rhys sat on Felix’s stomach, panting. He’d never done something like that before it was harder than he expected. He looked up towards Felix’s face. Eyes were still closed. He could sort of see Ryder’s too. He started walking again.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” he asked.

“Why would I be?” Felix said.

“I lied… about me. The clothes too.” Felix stayed still. Rhys kept walking towards his face. His feet sunk in a bit with each step. Felix was soft, it was kind of nice being up on top of him. Like the few times he got to stay in bed when he was small. “I ripped them… when I got bigger.”

“You can-” Ryder started. He cut himself off. That wasn’t part of the game. It made Rhys smile.

“I’m relieved. I thought it was something else.”

Rhys kept walking forward. Didn’t stop until his hands were on Felix’s chin. He was a bit scared this close, but pressed on. He climbed right onto Felix’s face. Crawled over his cheek to sit near his eyes. They stayed closed even then.

“Isn’t this worse? What if I get big and hurt you?” Rhys mumbled. That made Ryder shift, but he didn’t talk. Didn’t sit up.

Felix didn’t say anything either. Rhys took it as a reason to move. He stood on Felix’s cheek. Stared at the closed eyes. He was tempted to tell him to open them. Instead he walked to where Ryder’s head was pressed against Felix’s. Carefully Rhys stepped onto his other maybe brother. Both Felix and Ryder stiffened when he did.

“Ryder, are you mad at me?” he asked. 

“Furious,” Ryder had a smile as he spoke. “You never told me you could do this. Imagine how much fun we could have with our games now.”

Rhys shivered at the idea. He knew it was meant in good fun, but that didn’t change what he knew it could mean. Ryder’s smile fell. He could feel the way his almost brother stiffened. The way the normal person held back from moving to probably grab Rhys. He found himself worried less about if any hands found him.

“What do you mean more fun?” Rhys asked. He couldn’t hide the fear in his voice.

“You could be the king yourself in chess. The adventurer fighting monsters, be the monsters even. Much more fun for us both.” Felix cleared his throat. “Of course, if you wanted to. Only if you wanted to.”

Rhys nodded to himself. Then walked over Ryder’s face. Ryder couldn’t stay still. He kept scrunching his nose. Rhys stumbled a few times. Fell to his knees just after passing Ryder’s nose. He slammed his hands on Ryder’s face with a smile.

“Stop moving, you're making it hard to walk,” Rhys said.

“Sorry, you’re tickling me. Maybe Felix should have brought you shorter pants,” Ryder laughed. Rhys climbed to his feet as Felix grumbled. Both stuck to the rules of this ‘game’.

After a few more attempts Rhys managed to reach Ryder’s chin. He jumped off to Ryder’s chest. It wasn’t as soft as Felix’s. Easier to walk on. He rushed down past where Ryder’s hands sat. A few stumbles as the chest rose and fell, but he made it. Looking down off the side it became a lot scarier to climb down. It wasn’t high enough he’d get hurt… At least he thought it wasn’t.

Rhys had to stay in control. He wanted this to work. For them to actually treat him like normal even now. So he had to climb down on his own. He started by lying flat on his stomach and crawling backwards towards Ryder’s side. As he did, he looked around and found Ryder’s hands curled into fists. Like he was forcing himself not to reach out…

That gave him the confidence for his next decision. He finished climbing down; more so he fell nearly there, but didn’t make enough of a grunt for Felix and Ryder to notice. He didn’t move at first. Took time to stare at the two giants. He could be big enough they’d look small to him. Another attempt to grow, but again it filled him with pain. He was about to be stupid.

A run back put distance between himself and Ryder before he said, “Sit up.”

Neither moved. He was too quiet. Another try.

“You both can sit up!” He shouted, hands cupped around his mouth. “J-just like before you were lying down!”

Felix moved first, probably confident Rhys wasn’t near. Ryder was a lot more careful. He placed his hands further out than normal, telegraphing where he’d go. It did start to look like they could have fun. Maybe he could have fun at any size.

Those thoughts fell away as Ryder started moving. Watching someone so close and so huge turn around. It made it easier to understand why others had so many issues with him. Usually they saw him bigger and waited until he got small to hurt him. Scared he’d hurt them instead. It made sense with how easy he was to hurt like this, but he’d never do that. He wasn’t going to be like the people he’d met all his life.

Once both Felix and Ryder were facing each other Rhys got moving. He ran right to the space between them he’d avoided earlier. A shiver ran down his spine as he looked up. Eyes closed, faces angled down. They were honest about this game. He… didn’t want to keep playing anymore.

“We… we can stop the game!” he said. There was a strange amount of relief that overtook him as golden and silver eyes looked down on him.

“Are you sure?” Felix asked. Rhys nodded. It was noticed this time. Another relief.

“Feeling better?” Ryder asked. Another nod. Ryder leaned back on his arms, away from Rhys.

“So… now what?”

“Now we maybe get you off the floor?” 

“H-how?”

“You tell us.”

The idea was terrifying. They hadn’t hurt him yet. He stared at Felix’s eyes. It was like when he fixed the ripped clothes. Worry, but nothing cruel. No judgment or anger. 

“Put your hand down and I, uhm, I can try to climb on,” Rhys said.

Felix nodded. The hand came down fast. Too fast. Rhys stumbled back. It didn’t make the hand disappear. The thick fingers towered nearby. It was hard to even consider moving towards them. His body responded though. Shaky steps forward until the heat of the skin was enough to make Rhys sweat.

He put his hands on the palm. He felt small, too small. Another attempt to grow, another bout of pain. One bad enough he almost screamed. If this stupid size thing of his made sense it would be easier. Better. He could be normal, he could have a family. He could be happy.

“Rhys, it’s ok. Let me help,” Felix’s voice made him shake. Warmth surrounded him. Immediately Rhys fought back, pushed against the skin and fingers. Against the things that could kill him in a moment. Against the things that always hurt him. At least until the night before.

“Felix stop you’re freaking him out. It didn’t work,” Ryder said. The warmth stayed close, but less suffocating.

“W-what do you mean it didn’t work?!” Rhys screamed. Now the terror was real. They were tricking him. He’d get hurt, bruised, trapped. Maybe Vitus and Dabria didn’t want to be his parents. Maybe they were tricking him too. Even if they were nice… Even if they said he could call them his mom and dad.

Rhys was left standing on the ground. The fingers were gone. Slowly the palm in front of him pulled away too. He fell right to his knees. It was easy to feel the burn on his skin of the eyes on him. It reminded him of too many things in the past. Times with his first family. Right after he learned he could change his size. Right after he got stuck too big and then too small…

“That was something we did with Delphia a long time ago,” Felix said. His voice was soft, warm. Easier to believe. “When she told us how she knew things she shouldn’t. It made her feel better.”

“We thought it might help. She only asked if we hated her. We should have known it was harder for you. We haven’t been your brothers your whole life like her,” Ryder said. 

“We’re… brothers?” Rhys asked. He managed to look up. Gold and silver, wide as dinner plates stared down at him. Full of pure shock.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Ryder’s fingers came down fast. Surrounded him. Closed in enough that Rhys started to struggle. He tried to grow, his body was wracked with pain, he was scared.

“Ryder!” The hand was gone. Rhys looked up, Felix held Ryder’s wrist in a tight grip. “Rhys, you’re just small. Nothing else changed.”

“But what if I was big?”

“Then you’d be like normal?”

Rhys shook his head. His whole body followed. That wasn’t it. They didn’t understand yet. None of them understood yet. He was so scared to admit it.  Mom and dad… Dabria and Vitus… they’d change their minds too.

“No, not that big,” Rhys said. He felt as the two leaned closer. He couldn’t make his voice get any louder. “Bigger. Bigger than you two. Bigger than mom and dad. Bigger than the house.”

Echoing silence. He remembered all the tight grips. The bruises. The times he was made to stay in a jar, terrified he’d grow and get hurt. It would happen. His body ached as if the hands had already grabbed him. He wanted to get bigger. To be safe. Two fingers touched him and he screamed.

“Rhys!” Ryder and Felix said. He kept shaking, the fingers stayed against him. Tears fell from his eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Rhys begged. 

This time the fingers didn’t go away. Instead they increased. An entire fist wrapped around him. He couldn’t bring himself to fight this time. The warm, leathery skin was too much. More tears fell. The second they saw him he was at their mercy. Nothing would change. He’d just need to wait until he could grow again. Then he could run.

The warmth disappeared. Rhys fell, a scream caught in his throat. The freefall ended in a second. He met the soft cushion from the couch he honestly never thought he’d experience again. The two faces were right next to him. Metallic eyes staring at him. Still filled with worry.

“There, now we can’t hurt you even by accident,” Felix said. The smile on his face did help to calm Rhys down at least.

“Rhys, is that why you didn’t tell us?” Ryder asked. Rhys managed a nod. “We decided after you came here to be your brothers. Mom and dad didn’t ask us to, so we’re going to keep being your brothers even if you get placed with another family.”

“It’ll just be our turn to play the game if you get that big,” Felix said. Rhys tilted his head to the side. 

“Which game?” Rhys asked. Felix had a big smile.

“You do what we say, answer our questions without lying, until we end the game. Makes it fair, right?”

Rhys nodded. The two smiled at him. It didn’t feel as stupid to trust them. They didn’t really care. This could work. Maybe… maybe he had a family now. Felix and Ryder shifted to look away from him. Towards the tv. He was curious. Smiled widely as it flashed to life with a movie the two told him about.

“Movie night sound good?” Ryder asked.

“Yeah, yeah I think so,” Rhys said. He tried again to get a bit bigger. It didn’t work, his body hurt, but he was ok with it now. As the movie intro started Rhys felt the doubt eating at him starting to ebb. He was even looking forward to seeing Delphia.

[aliendxde]

been awhile

[hamartia-mmff]

Positionswechsel: Ordne den Rudel-mitgliedern eine neue Position zu und sag uns, wie sich diese in der Position schlagen würden. Welche Position passt so gar nicht und mit welcher würden die Mitglieder gerade noch so klar kommen? (Es dürfen auch nicht existierende Positionen vergeben werden)

Danke für die Frage <3 Es war echt lustig das zu überlegen, aber bei manchen auch echt verdammt schwierig! xD ihr dürft mir gerne in die Kommentare schreiben, wie ihr die Crew zusammenstellen würdet oder was ihr anders gemacht hättet :'D

Ich hab mal für jedes Crewmitglied einen alternativen Posten hingeschrieben, in dem sie sich gut schlagen würden und einen wo sie versagen würden. Am Ende findet ihr nochmal eine Übersicht :D

Vi | Käpt’n

⤷✅Koch od. Mädchen für Alles

Vi aka Mister “Ich kann mich selbst versorgen” schlägt sich als Koch überraschend gut durch. Zwar wäre seine Palette an Gerichten nicht sonderlich breit gefächert und er vertritt die Devise “Es wird gegessen, was auf den Tisch kommt!”, also MUSS man mit Vi als Smutje einfach brav alles runter würgen, was er einem vorsetzt, wenn man keine Probleme mit ihm will :D Aber er kann durchaus was Essbares auf den Tisch bringen und das basic Hungergefühl der Crew stillen and this man makes the dishes like a good boy (: 

“Mädchen” für alles wäre auch noch eine Option. Vi hasst es zwar Befehle erteilt zu bekommen und seine Laune wäre entsprechend in den Miesen, aber ich denke er macht ein gutes Allrounder-Helferchen für den Rest der Truppe, wenn er denn wollen würde. Er kommt zwar bestimmt nicht ohne Morddrohungen oder Beleidigungen aus, aber immerhin wird die Arbeit erledigt.

⤷❌Arzt

This man can’t read nor write (‘: Und mal ehrlich, Vi ist das Crewmitglied, das am öftesten kurz vorm Abnippeln ist, als wäre er als Doktor eine ganz schlechte Wahl. Verband anlegen und so bekommt er noch hin, aber bei einer OP, komplizierten Brüchen oder dergleichen steigt er komplett aus. Auf Vi’s…Fürsorglichkeit gehe ich hier mal nicht näher ein, auch wenn so mancher wohl überrascht wäre (‘: Kleines Trostpflaster: Man darf vielleicht einen von Vi’s emotional support doggos zum "Pfote Halten" haben, während er versucht, jemanden zusammenzuflicken, mit Betonung auf versucht.

Rhys | Mädchen für Alles

⤷✅Vize

Ist hier vielleicht etwas gemogelt, weil man Rhys so indirekt etwas als Vize sehen kann, aber zumindest mit Vi als Käpt’n wäre man mit Rhys gut beraten, weil er weiß wie dieser zu handhaben ist. Aber auch ansonsten sehe ich Rhys als jemand, der gut im Verhandeln und Überzeugen ist, wenn er will. Aber das hängt wiederum sehr vom Käpt'n ab.

⤷❌Navigator

Will man sich beim Navigieren wirklich auf dauerbesoffenen Hornochsen verlassen, who can’t keep it in his pants? Nein? Tja dann sollte man Rhys keinen Logport überlassen :’D Rhys steuert wohl nur die Inseln an, auf die er gerade Bock hat und weil er dann gerne mal für ein paar Tage einfach untertaucht um seinen Alkoholpegel zu erhöhen und dem Austausch von Körperflüssigkeiten zu frönen, verpennt er bestimmt oft genug wie lange der Logport braucht um die nächste Insel einzuloggen und man verpasst Routen und das Kurs berechnen wird zu einer einzigen Katastrophe…

Fly | Arzthelferin

⤷✅ Navigatorin

Ich muss hier gestehen, dass dieser Posten nach dem Ausschlussverfahren gewählt wurde, weil ich der Meinung war, dass ein Navigator gebraucht wird. ABER da Fly bevor sie auf Vi und Rhys gestoßen ist auch ein paar Jahre alleine zur See gefahren ist, rechne ich der Kleinen zumindest ein basic Verständnis und die Fähigkeit eines Logport lesen zu können an, den Rest muss sie eben lernen :’)

⤷❌Musikerin

Fly trifft keinen Ton, kann also weder singen noch ein Instrument spielen, also wenn man keine schief gesungenen Kinderlieder hören will, dann sollte man sie nicht zur Musikerin machen.

Zelos | Schütze

⤷✅ Ausguck

Als Ex-Schütze verfügt Zelos über einen ausgezeichneten und präzisen Sehsinn, der sich bestimmt richtig gut macht, wenn er sich im Krähennest befindet und Ausschau nach der nächsten Insel hält. Es müsste sich wohl nur jemand mit Zelos ins Krähennest quetschen, weil er sich sonst langweilt.

⤷❌Quartiermeister

Stichwort Langeweile: Quartiermeister wäre sogar nichts für Zelos…als so mathematisch und statistisch, nachzählen was an Bord gelagert ist und einen Überblick behalten was die Crew benötigt/verbraucht und Buch über diese Statistiken führen klingt sterbenslangweilig, das würde Zelos niemals lange durchhalten, alles viel zu monoton.

Bastet | Navigatorin

⤷✅ Mädchen für Alles

Bastet ist eine herzensgute Person, die anderen bei ihren Pflichten aushilft wo sie nur kann und auch bereit ist zurückstecken, wenn es bedeutet Konflikte zu vermeiden. Ich denke so eine support Rolle ist gut für sie geeignet.

⤷❌Käptain

Wir wissen inzwischen alle, was Bastet für eine süße Maus ist und wie schnell sie sich ins Hemd macht oder ihre eigenen Entscheidungen anzweifelt, deswegen wäre sie in einer Führungsposition eine erdenklich schlechte Wahl. Sie würde in einer Tour an sich selbst zweifeln und sich viel zu leicht aus dem Konzept bringen lassen. Der Rest des Rudels hätte recht leichtes Spiel, Bastet den Kapitänstitel abzuluchsen. Außerdem stelle ich mir Bastet als “Gutmensch”-Kapitänin auf neuen Insel so vor, dass sie gerne anderen die Hilfe der Crew anbietet, während 90% des Rudels mit den Augen/dem Auge rollen, weil sie keinen Bock auf ihr Helfersyndrom haben :’D

Sune | Alchemist

⤷✅ Schiffszimmerer

Sune ist auch handwerklich ein geschicktes Kerlchen und wäre von allen anderen Mitgliedern wohl noch am ehesten als Schiffszimmerer geeignet. Er mag es mit Holz zu arbeiten, müsste sich zwar was speziell den Schiffsbau betrifft noch etwas einarbeiten, aber um das Schiff zusammenzuhalten, sodass es zum nächsten Hafen schippern kann, sollte es reichen (:

⤷❌Koch od. Arzthelfer

Sunes Geschmacksnerven sind…nicht vorhanden, genauso wenig kann er mit Temperaturen anfangen. Ihm fehlt das Wissen, sich essbare Nahrung zuzubereiten und er hätte mal so gar keine Ahnung, wie er mehrere Mäuler stopfen soll. Irgendwas würde auf dem Tisch landen, die Frage, ob es essbar oder nahrhaft ist, ist wieder eine andere :) Sune fackelt bestimmt auch ab und zu mal die Küche ab…

Arzthelfer ist auch nichts für Sune, aus ähnlichen Gründen wieso Vi ein grauenhafter Arzt wäre xD Vi und Sune als Arztduo wären der absolute Horror des Rudels, aber es würden sich dafür bestimmt alle extra anstrengen um nicht ins Behandlungszimmer zu müssen…der einzige der seine Freude haben würde, wäre wohl Sune, weil er dann mit Vi abhängen könnte….

Der Prophet | Arzt

⤷✅Scholar

Man muss natürlich sagen, dass der Prophet nicht mehr alle seine Miochthanth-Sammelbecher im Schrank hat, aber der Typ ist belesen und intelligent wie sonst was. Ich sehe den Propheten deswegen als gutes wandelndes Lexikon, dass die Crew mit wichtigen Informationen füttert und seiner Klugscheißerei freien lauf lassen kann :’) Und wenn er einen gerade nicht belehren kann, dann textet der Prophet dich eben über Miochthanth zu, ob man will oder nicht..

⤷❌Bursar (Schatzmeister)

Prophy steckt bestimmt 99% der erbeuteten Schätze für sich selbst ein…in dieser Version ist er zwar kein Arzt (oder betreibt es vielleicht als Hobby? xD) aber er findet bestimmt einen guten Weg die Kohle in seine Miochthanth-Forschungen zu stecken, weil das natürlich so viel wichtiger ist, als dass das Rudel was zu Essen auf dem Tisch hat und da Bastet als Kapitänin nicht den Mund aufbekommt, müssen die wohl öfter am Hungertuch nagen. Sein Goldschmuck bezahlt sich auch nicht von alleine…so crooked bling bling Prophy it is…ganz ehrlich…in der Version gibt Prophy mir so einen komischen Zuhälter-Vibe :’D Nur, dass er sich selbstverständlich nicht auf die Art für einen Körper interessiert, aber vielleicht lässt er paar Berries mehr bei der Auszahlung springe, wenn man sich von ihm aufschlitzen lässt…

Liri | Köchin

⤷✅Käptain

Okay listen, Liri kann ganz schön die uhm…dominante Herrin raushängen lassen, wenn sie will und ist es auch gewohnt die Zügel in die Hand zu nehmen, auch wenn sie bisher nicht so den Eindruck macht :’) But trust me, wenn ihr Hintergrund mit Vi anders wäre, dann wären die sich bestimmt schon an die Gurgel gegangen…aber auf jeden Fall kann Liri durchaus das Ruder übernehmen. Und ich denke, Rhys hätte in gewisser Weise auch genug Schiss vor ihr, sodass er sich als Vize benimmt…Liri hat kein Problem ihren Standpunkt zu vertreten und wenn man ihr blöd kommt, darf man eben zusehen wie man in der Nachwelt ohne seinen Kopf zurechtkommt (she would probably be a tyrant lmao)

⤷❌Schiffszimmerin

Liri kommt aus einer Nomadenkultur, also alles, was sie in ihrem Leben gebaut hat, ist mit ganz viel Glück ein Zelt, sie hat noch nicht mal einen Zaun für Schafe errichtet und empfindet das Konzept von so etwas richtig bescheuert. Also wenn man ihr einen Hammer in die Hand gibt, dann ist ihr erster Impuls, dass sie jemanden damit erschlagen soll und nicht, dass es sich dabei um ein Werkzeug handelt. Ebenso ist das Nomadenvolk aus dem Liri stammt ganz und gar kein Seefahrervolk, sie hat also so gar keinen Plan vom Schiffsbau und könnte nicht mal ein kleines Boot bauen. Mit Mühe und Not schnürt sie vielleicht noch ein Floß aus Baumstämmen, aber das ist natürlich meilenweit davon entfernt, was man als Schiffszimmerer als Wissen mitbringen müsste.

Asuka | Musiker

⤷✅ Informant

Durch seinen derzeitigen Job und seine Fähigkeit sich anzupassen, sowie Asukas gehobener Sprache und seinem Geflirte, wäre es für ihn leichtes Spiel auf neuen Inseln an Informationen für die Crew zu kommen oder sich irgendwo einzuschleusen. 

⤷❌Mädchen für Alles

Zwar ist Asuka so gesehen nicht unbedingt faul und liegt nicht nur auf der faulen Haut, aber bei ihm kann ich mir so gut vorstellen, dass er einfach ein anderes Crewmitglied manipuliert, um seine Arbeiten abzugeben oder zumindest nicht alles alleine machen muss. Je nachdem, wie viel Arbeit die anderen aus dem Rudel übrig lassen, kann ich durchaus sehen, dass einige Aufgaben auf der Strecke bleiben.

Jay | Schiffszimmerfrau

⤷✅ Bootsfrau

Als Bootsfrau ist Jay für die die Überwachung der Abläufe der Deckabteilung verantwortlich. Sie spielt also eine entscheidende Rolle bei der Gewährleistung der Wartung, Sauberkeit und Sicherheit an Bord. Der Posten hat zwar auch Ähnlichkeit mit Jays ursprünglichen Job, aber ich denke, ihre Liebe zu Schiffen ist hier enorm hilfreich, sodass es einen geordneten Ablauf gibt und alles seine Richtigkeit hat.

⤷❌Vizin

Da es Jay an Feingefühl und Diplomatie mangelt wäre sie nicht für die Rolle als Vizin geeignet, schon gar nicht mit Bastet in der Rolle der Kapitänin über die sie wohl einfach so drüber fahren würde. Sie ist nicht sonderlich empathisch und kann die Gefühle anderer Menschen kaum nachvollziehen, weswegen sie bei internen Streitigkeiten und dergleichen auch eine Fehlbesetzung wäre.

Zusammengefasst:

the pack | We are going to die, if we don’t raise a mutiny-Edition

Käptain: Bastet

Vize: Jay

Navigator: Rhys

Arzt: Vi

Koch: Sune

Musiker: Fly

Quartiermeister: Zelos

Busar: Prophy

Schiffszimmerfrau: Liri

Mädchen für Alles: Asuka

The pack | Might work out (but they are in need for a doc) Edition

Käptain: Liri

Vize: Rhys

Navigator: Fly

Koch: Vi

Ausguck: Zelos

Informant: Asuka

Scholar: Prophy

Schiffszimmerer: Sune

Bootsfrau: Jay

Mädchen für Alles: Bastet

[hsslilly-blog]

@aliendxde Happy Holidays!! I loved drawing Rhys :3 Instead of giving them a regular sweater I thought it'd be cool to make it look like the (letterman?) jacket they wear in senior year! It's not Christmas anymore, but I couldn't pass on the pun. And the corny phrase, I think Rhys would have liked it.

And here's Rhys and Beckett together:

I hope you like it!! <3

[ryp3004]

@aliendxde r brothers strike again

[iixtwo]

Moodboard-Mania X Alternative Universe | Soo da wir (hoffentlich) alle noch motiviert sind, dachte ich mir, ich stelle euch mal eine kleine Aufgabe ist natürlich völlig freiwillig (≖ᴗ≖) Und zwar: Macht ein Moodboard mit einem AU eurer Wahl! The Catch? Ihr sollt zwei OC des Rudels einbauen! Wen ihr dafür auswählt, ist euch überlassen und ich weiß, ihr “kennt” noch nicht alle OC so gut, aber ich denke von den Posts/Moodboards der Ersteller kann man einiges ableiten Der Dynamik des Duos sind keine Grenzen gesetzt: Platonische Freunde? Geschwisterpärchen? (Crack)-Ship? Enemies To Lovers? Partners In Crime? Irre Okkultisten? Workplace-Buddies? who am I to judge, it is all just of the lols

SO. Habs dann auch mal geschafft. Das Ganze fiel mir irgendwie überraschend schwer und das Ergebnis ist bestimmt auch absolut nicht das, womit man gerechnet hätte hahaha

Ich präsentiere:

Raver!Rhys & His Favorite Dealer!Prophy

Zur Erklärung: Dieses AU basiert darauf, dass ich vorher überlegt habe, Prophy nicht eine Vorliebe für Jazz zu geben, sondern einfach für Hardtechno. Der Gedanke, wie er seelenruhig jemanden aufschlitzt während im Hintergrund einfach 160 BPM die Wände erschüttern ist einfach zu gut. Hab mich schlussendlich umentschieden weil kp obs im OP Universum Hardtechno gibt lol (bereue es aber lowkey weil wäre schon funny)

[tvchirps]

usually not too fond of posting my traditional doodles but i didnt mind the uncanny ones i posted the other day so. heres a collection of doodles ive done during my lunch break at work over the past few week

[daydreamervalchen]

hamartia mmff blog

www.tumblr.com/hamartia-mmff

(Daumen drücken, dass das so funktioniert, weil ich keinen Plan habe was ich tue :'D)

Ja hamartia bekommt noch einen Blog, bevor das neue Kapitel kommt. (es kommt, diesmal wirklich, ich schwöre lmao.) ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[captainderyn]

I’m in my ✨agent feelsss (tm)✨ and have we considered the following:

All three idiots are painfully loyal to each other. You would think of the three of them, Five would be the one that is “ImpInt first, friends second” but NOPE he’s the worst of the three. He’ll burn it to the ground for his people. What makes him different? Because everyone assumes he’s ImpInt before all else and he’s cultivated his reputation around that, he can get away with so much more in the way of taking care of those close to him AND his subordinate agents.

This is why he becomes so frustrated when he can’t pull strings to get Era out of What Happens To Cipher Nine. It’s one of the first times his loopholes don’t get him anywhere except the door slammed in his face.

Roslynd intensely advocates for all the cipher agents, probably more than she should as a fixer. Her concern should, per policy, just be Five. But she’s gotten in the faces of her superiors to advocate for the ciphers. There’s a reason Five is Agent Dad and she’s Agent Mom.

Building on the Ciphers, though it absolutely breaks policy, Five and Roslynd host home cooked dinners for the small, tight knit cipher deapartment. Many of them don’t have families to go home to and they deserve a hot, home cooked meal.

Referencing Five again, Roslynd and Rhys will be the first to put themselves between a threat and Five, whether he likes it or not. Especially by the time he retires from ImpInt, he’s one of the most effective Ciphers but I would argue the one on the thinnest hairpin of self destructing. It drives him crazy, but they don’t stop doing it from the time they’re in the Academy to the time Five medically retires.

Rhys is just as much Agent Dad to Era as Five is, even if she gravitates more towards Five. He’s always been behind the scenes trying to protect and help her. That’s OUR agent daughter (says the Dream Team)

[pepto-bismolfan]

Just a boy and his demi-lich patron vs the world

Also Briar having a crisis

[awkwardgtace]

Silver Rings

Pirates!! Rhys and Vincent. Pirate speak a little. Wooooooo. (I'm literally prepping all of these right now as part of my editing. You're getting fun little comments as I do this.)

Captain Vincent was captured and is to hang for his crimes. Things look bleak, no crew in sight. At least... as far as human crew goes

Silver Rings

“Leader of the Silver Rings, Treasure-Marked Vincent set to be executed!” the crier shouted. The news was the talk of the town. Everyone wanted to hear the infamous captain admit to his crimes before he was hung. Sadly Vincent had no plans to do that.

“Bring the prisoner to the court!” the marshal yelled. Vincent chose not to move. His jailor didn’t enjoy that. He was swiftly kicked in the knees.

“Move it, pirate scum,” the jailor hissed.

Vincent glared at the jailor, but walked forward. He kept his head high as he cleared the darkness of the cells. A place they built just for him. At least if the guards could be believed. Each night as they threw his food against the wall they mentioned it. A cell to keep his crew from finding him. No using the moonlight to send a signal like the last time.

“Hang him!”

“Kill him!”

“Dirty pirate!”

The crowd screamed as he arrived at the top of the gallows. Normally a trial would be held in a court. He’d have a chance to prove his innocence, not that he was innocent. His crew had been the worst terror to hit the seas in decades. It started as revenge against the crew that scarred his eyes for seeing their treasure. It continued because he realized he liked being a pirate. Liked what came with it too.

The marshal waved a hand to silence the crowd. Vincent smirked at the anger on all of their faces. Another hand motion, this time directed at him. He didn’t move. The crowd shouted again. A cacophony of anger that only made him chuckle. The jailor that brought him to the gallows kicked the back of his legs so he fell to his knees. Vincent glared up, but a hand pushed his head to stare at the ground.

“Treasure-Marked Vincent, you are charged with piracy in the high seas. How do you plead?”

Vincent stayed silent. The crowd entered his plea for him. Guilty.

“The next charge. Destruction of naval vessels, both docked and out on the seas. How do you plead?”

Once more the voice of the crowd answered for him. Guilty.

“Destruction of port cities all along the coast. Your plea?”

Guilty.

Another charge and the same plea. It went on for a few minutes. He didn’t expect half of what was brought up. Illegal country entry, destroying a fish population, ruining some random lighthouse. Not all of it was his fault exactly, but they were more or less his crimes.

“Captain of the Silver Rings, you’ve remained silent as your charges were read out. The guilt is clear. Are you ready to face your sentence?”

Another burst of shouts from the crowd. Vincent fought the one holding his head to look up at the marshal.

“Why don’t we stop this sham of a trial and you throw the noose around me neck? Unless ye’ve grown to like me,” Vincent laughed.

The crowd erupted. The marshal sputtered out denials and insults. It only made Vincent laugh more. He’d always enjoyed moments like this. His normal days included flustering someone that took a lot more work. These people were easy.

“Treasure-Marked Vincent. You are sentenced to hang for your crimes!” the Marshal shouted over the crowd. Silence settled once the punishment was announced.

Vincent took the chance to watch the sea. Eerily calm, exactly what he wanted. The day was clear too. So clear that a ship on the horizon could be seen for leagues. His crew was long gone. Far off and safe. He felt the executioner stop next to him. The continued calm of the sea gave him an ounce of fear.

“Prepare the guilty!” the marshal cried.

Vincent bit his tongue as the executioner grabbed his head. He was forced to his feet. They marched him towards what should be his doom. A stage that held a noose ripe for him. Despite the impending death, Vincent kept his head high. Walked on with the confidence he’d needed to be a captain. He didn’t become a terror by showing weakness.

“Prepared to die?” the executioner murmured as they approached the stairs.

“Aye, are you?” Vincent said. “I hear you lot think I’m cursed. Are ye ready to die just to take me head?”

“Curses are tall tales.”

The executioner pushed him after that. Vincent stumbled, but caught himself before he fell. The pride around that didn’t last when he was dragged towards the noose. The trap door was painted another color. It felt malicious. He was stopped on top of the door and turned towards the crowd. The marshal slowly sauntered up to join Vincent at the gallows. The man smirked once he stood next to him. Just slightly taller than Vincent.

“Are you prepared to pay for your crimes?” he whispered.

“Aye, if there were any I should pay for. Don’t think the crowd would be as happy if they knew ye hunted the merfolk. Invited their anger to those cities ye blame on me and me crew,” Vincent said. The marshal’s eyes went wide, but he held his calm. Grabbed the noose from the executioner and placed it over Vincent’s head.

“If I knew you had that knowledge-” the noose tightened- “I would have had you killed last night.” Tightened again. “No matter. You’ll die today, scourge of the seas. Maybe you’d be remembered if you had a more imposing crew name. Silver Rings doesn’t inspire terror. Maybe a dread pirate would have been better?”

The noose left Vincent with barely enough room for small breaths. It didn’t matter. He still laughed. “Ye should realize it inspires terror in the ones who learn the source. If anyone could figure it out I would have expected it from ye. After all, ye were the bastard that brought me to the treasure that scarred me.”

“Here I thought you forgot, another thing that makes it good you’ll be dying today.” The marshal that a lifetime ago had been his friend turned around. Walked towards the crowd and bowed. “The legend of Treasure-Marked Vincent dies today!”

A new cacophony of screams. Vincent stood tall as the executioner took their place. A hand ready to seal his fate. A mutual understanding that if he tried to spill the truth, his death would be instant. This was the closest they’ve gotten to killing him. He looked towards the sea. The waters had started to move again. Vincent smiled.

“Any last words, captain?” the marshal asked. The executioner laughed softly.

“Ye really should have worried more about me crew,” Vincent laughed. The marshal and executioner were stunned by the confidence in his tone. The crowd chanted for his death. Vincent laughed louder as a form rose from the waters.

“What in the seven seas is that?!” shouted a member of the crowd. 

A shadow coated the world. Giant pink eyes glared at the crowd. The monster only seemed to grow larger the longer it was watched. Vincent laughed again. The eyes locked on him, but he had no reason to care. Death was at his doorstep 

“Look, all over its body!” Another onlooker screamed.

The tan skin of the beast was covered in rings. From the light they were in it was hard to see the color. One of his hands slammed down next to the crowd. People fell, others ran. The marshal fell off his feet, the executioner backed away. The active danger to his life was gone.

“Run, leave the pirate to die!” the marshal cried.

The crowd that had fallen wasted no time in getting to their feet. The executioner looked between the monster, Vincent, and the lever that held his life. They settled on hopping off the gallows’ stage. The right move honestly. It was a waste to die failing to kill a pirate. Especially one that couldn’t flee what looked to be a worse death.

The marshal climbed to his feet. They paused as they met Vincent’s eyes. A look of pity that quickly morphed to confusion. Vincent held no fear in his eyes. He was happy with the sudden destruction that had happened. His smile grew as the arms of the creature moved to surround them. A glare that only bled fire and anger at the marshal.

Fear took the marshal’s reason. He dove for the lever. If the trap door triggered, he could hide under the stage. One of the beast’s claws stopped him. Held him by the edge of his coat. Vincent smiled. The pain the marshal caused would see justice now.

“Take him and spare me!” the marshal cried. The beast growled. His arms came closer. Crushed the sides of the stage to ensure the humans there were held up by his choice. “I-I can tell the navy to spare your kin!”

“Aye, that he could. We both know he’d only tell ‘em to hunt ye,” Vincent countered.

“You can’t trust a pirate! Th-their kind is what showed us your value. They’re the ones that you should kill! I-I can convince other marshals that your kind should be treated with dignity. Show that you’re not savage beasts.”

“Aye, it’s true. Pirates did sell the scales of merfolk first.” A shadow settled over Vincent. He smiled as the crunch of wood sounded above him. “Sadly, the merfolk know my kind had bartered for them from the start. Yer the ones that felt it was better to kill or maim them.”

The beast’s head shifted. Allowed the light to hit the rings on the arms that had become the support of the stage. It blinded Vincent for a moment. He was used to it though. His vision cleared quickly. Allowed him to watch as the arms around them moved more. Replaced the stage entirely with one single hand.

Now that the beast could sit up, he moved. Pulled himself and the two humans off the land. Vincent enjoyed the salty air as it passed them by. The marshal’s vision had yet to clear. He rubbed his eyes over and over. The rings were a powerful weapon against normal humans.

The marshal finally looked up at the source. In theory it would be long gone, but the beast kept them near one. The color was now plain as day. “S-silver?”

“Silver rings,” the beast said. Vincent smirked as the marshal paled. It seemed he finally made the connection.

“You-you can’t mean th-this is the reason…”

“Aye, that it is. Ye know those pirates ye let hurt me; they left me to die. Thought I would until someone took pity on me soul,” Vincent said. He placed his hand on the skin of the beast. “I thought I’d die once I realized it was a merfolk. Monsters the navy said. Beasts. They’d skin a sinner like me and eat me.”

“Y-You work with this monster?! No, I’ve seen your crew. Your human crew.”

“And I’ve left the name of me first mate for ye to find after each escape. Ever wondered how he never arrived with the rest of me crew?”

“Are ye done with him yet, Cap’n?” the beast said. Vincent smiled. 

“Aye, Rhys. We’re done with the marshal. Good luck next time ye catch me. If ye survive”

“Tell him not to kill me Vincent. I-I’ll give you money! Status! Anything you want!”

Vincent waited until two massive fingers had pinched the marshal. Pulled him up into the air. “If he was the kind to hurt ye, I might take that offer. Rhys is no more beast than either of us. He won’t be ending yer life.”

Vincent watched as the marshal was pulled away. The hand that held him tilted enough he could see the land below. The marshal was dropped from just high enough it may cause bruises. Rhys had gotten pretty far from the port already. Vincent always forgot how fast his first mate could swim. Of course that was something necessary for them.

“Ye’ll survive here until someone comes along. Unless a crueler member of his kin finds ye first. If you survive, have fun convincing the people we work with merfolk.”

Rhys pulled his hand back before the marshal could respond. Vincent didn’t mind, he’d been close to death this time. Even thought his first mate might not manage to save him. He was pressed flat against Rhys’s skin. The hand carefully slid up the merfolk’s chest until he was near the base of Rhys’s gills.

The time to relax was nice. A welcome change from the cells. Especially with the warmth of Rhys’s skin to soothe his muscles. He tried to listen to the merman breathe or his pulse, but both were too far. He was held in a different spot than usual. Something he only grew annoyed by after the water started to splash through the massive hand and onto him.

“Rhys,” Vincent said. The merman offered a short, almost curt chirp. He sighed and dropped the pirate persona he’d used for his ‘trial’. “You’re mad, aren’t you?

Another short chirp.

“I didn’t plan to get captured. It was supposed to be a supply run.”

Just a huff.

“I’m sorry. I knew you’d show up for me though.”

That got a reaction. The fingers closed in around him. Claws pressed against his skin as the hand was ripped away from the merman’s body. Vincent’s stomach dropped as the hand and merman rose from the water. He had to fight to keep whatever was in his stomach down by the time the hand flattened. It was bad enough he almost missed the glare from the pink eyes.

“You almost died,” Rhys growled.

“I almost die a lot,” Vincent said with a shrug. He tried to wave away the concern. Rhys wasn’t ready to accept that. A claw tilted Vincent’s head up. He knew it was to check for bruises. It didn’t make it easy to accept the sharp claw at his throat.

“You’re bruising, in the wrong spot too.”

“It’s fine.” Vincent tried to pull away, but the claw followed him.

“If they pulled the lever you would have died. They could have killed you while I watched.”

“If I did it was my own fault. There’s no reason to worry.” 

Sad chirps followed his words. The fins on Rhys’s head drooped. He was brought painfully close to the giant pink eyes. They bled worry and pain. He knew Rhys cared, but it didn’t matter. If he died his crew would keep moving. The others had been shown kindness by merfolk too. They all wanted to stop the hunts.

“Of course I worry. I…” Rhys whispered. A rumble, almost like a purr, bubbled from the merman. Vincent wanted to push away the feeling this caused. The feeling Rhys almost acknowledged. It was too much, too real. Too painful.

“You don’t have to worry. If I die, I die. You can go back to living like a normal merfolk too,” Vincent said. He ignored the pain in his chest.

“If you die, I die.”

“Rhys no. Let’s not talk about this now, I just want to rest.”

“When will you talk about it Vincent? After decades have passed and you’re about to leave me? I don’t want to wait forever… I-”

“Rhys please, don’t say it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s… Just don’t.”

“That’s not enough reason this time. I lo-”

“Rhys don't!” 

Vincent covered his ears. He didn’t want to hear the words. They’d change everything. Things would have to change. It couldn’t be how it is anymore. They would have to decide what those feelings meant. There was a chance they were different. Love had so many possibilities. One could see them as lovers, the other as family. It was too much. 

A claw pried his arm off his ear, “You’d hate to hear it that much?”

Vincent snapped his head up to meet Rhys’s eyes. Tears sat at the edges. Not quite sea water, but close to it. Just light enough to float. He only saw Rhys cry one time before. It tore at his heart.

“No not that. I just… don’t want things to change.”

“Would it be a bad change?” 

Vincent cringed at the pain. All of this was wrong. The wrong time, the wrong way, the wrong feelings. It didn’t matter though. He could have truly died today. Rhys… Rhys at least deserved to hear what he felt. Even if it was different than Rhys wanted. Even if it made the reason for his crews’ name leave.

“Maybe…” Vincent took a deep breath. “What if you love me differently than I love you?”

Somehow, Vincent never imagined the giant merman could blush. The fins on his head folded back. High pitch chirps were the only noise he made. Vincent chose to believe this was a good sign. Maybe it was the same. That the changes could be good. He tried to find the words to say what he meant.

The hand he was on moved before he could. He found himself face to lips with Rhys. Hope he hadn’t had in years filled his chest. He leaned forward and placed a hand on the lips. An attempt to test the waters. Rhys took that as an invitation. The lips smashed into him and pressed him firmly against the hand. It took a few seconds for him to comprehend the feeling and then try to kiss back. 

It seemed like they shared the same love. As Rhys pulled away and Vincent took in the breaths he needed he smiled. The changes would be good.

“I won’t go near a city if you’re hunting again,” Vincent said. Rhys chirped the ones he knew meant joy.

The hand he was on moved to hold him next to Rhys’s throat. Right where he could listen as the gills took in air and water. Just beneath he could catch bits of pulse. Soothing, relaxing, and somewhere he felt safe. The purrs that started a few seconds later made it even better. His closest brush with death at least ended in something worth it.

[aliendxde]

drew rhys in a dress i found on a list of worst oscars outfits of all time. for the record, i quite like this dress

[hamartia-mmff]

the pack | dog breed edition

Fand es witzig die einzelnen Crewmitglieder einer Hunderasse zuzuordnen, nachdem Vi als Käpt'n ein dog theme hat :') Sagt mir gerne, ob ihr der Meinung seid, dass ich die Hunderasse eures OCs getroffen habe oder ob ihr vielleicht eine bessere Idee habt :D

Vi | mixed-breed dog

Vi sehe ich als einen Mischlingshund mit spitzen Ohren und schwarzem Fell. Bild zeigt (glaube ich) einen Kreuzung zwischen Husky und einem Groenendael und aber so in etwa stelle ich mir auch immer Vi's Hunde vor :3 Liebe einfach wie perfekt die Heterochromie zu Vi's Auge passt.

Rhys | golden retriever

Rhys gibt mir einfach peak golden retriever boyfriend energy :') Für mich persönlich ist diese Hunderasse auch immer so freundlich, happy und etwas aufgedreht, was zu Rhys passt :D

Zelos | doberman

Der Dobermann ist für mich so ein "eleganter" Hund und mit dem Wissen über Zelos Hintergrund passt der Vibe für mich einfach :') Die Hunderasse hat so etwas fancy, athletisches, gepaart mit etwas Arroganz.

Bastet | American Cocker Spaniel

Wenn ich an Bastets Haare denke und wie sie beschrieben sind, dann kommt mir sofort Susi von Susi und Strolch in den Sinn :') *little nostalgia vibe* und Susi ist eben ein American Cocker Spaniel, not much brain went into this :')

Liri | Vizsla

Der Vizsla oder der Kurzhaarige Ungarische Vorstehhund (was so viel uncooler klingt xD) ist eine Rasse die u.a. vielseitig als Jagdhund eingesetzt wird. Die Hunderasse oder Vorgänger davon sollen von den Hunnen nach Ungarn mitgebracht worden sein und wenn ich mir Liris kulturellen Hintergrund so ansehe, der an die Hunnen und Mongolen angelehnt ist, fand ich diese Hunderasse sehr passend.

Der Prophet | Xoloitzcuintle 

Ich schwöre, ich war hier so kurz davor, dass ich einfach einen Hund mit Kapuze hinsetzte, weil keiner der Leser weiß wie der Prophet unter seiner Kutte aussieht :'D Aber dann bin ich über den Xoloitzcuintle oder Xolo gestolpert und fand diese Rasse ganz cool. Sie stammt aus Mexiko und geht auf Azteken zurück. Sein Name bedeutet so viel wie "Hund des Gottes Xolotl ", welcher wiederum die Gottheit des Blitzes, des Todes und des Unglücks ist. Der Xolo soll die Seelen der Verstorbenen ins Jenseits begleitet haben und der Hund gibt mir etwas ein uncanny feeling, je länger ich ihn anschaue, deswegen hat er einen guten Propheten-Vibe :'D

Fly | Pomeranian

Pomeranian ist einfach super cute okay? :') Nein aber ehrlich, Fly ist natürlich eine kleine süße Hunderasse, aber meiner Erfahrung nach können die kleinen Wauwaus auch ganz schön laut rumbellen und knurren oder auch aggro werden, also auch wie die kleine Fly, sollte man sie nicht unterschätzten und nur als süß abstempeln.

Askuka | Afghanischer Windhund

Für Asuka wollte ich einen hübschen, eher "feminin" wirkenden Hund haben und ich bin der Meinung, dass der Afghanische Windhund einfach gorgeous aussieht (: Der gibt mir so richtige Modelallüren xD

Jay | Portugiesischer Wasserhund

Für Jay musste ein wasserliebender Hund her, da kam diese hier gerade recht. Der Wasserhund war früher in Portugal in der Fischerei essenziell. Er bewachte Boote und half sogar beim Fischfang indem er Fischschwärme erschnüffelte, in Wasser sprang und Fische ins Netz trieb etc. Außerdem liebe ich es, dass Jays leicht wellige etwas das Fell/die Ohren des Wasserhundes widerspiegeln :'D

Sune | Katze, die denkt sie wäre ein Hund

Bitte auf die Katze achten, nicht auf den Hund xD Ich glaube Annie hatte diese Referenz bereits schon mal auf ask gebracht, aber ich finde die es passt einfach so verdammt gut zu Sune und seinem Verhalten, dass er sich für einen Hund hält und versucht das Rudel/die anderen Hunde nachzuahmen, obwohl er eine Katze ist. I just love it :D

[macpackl]

i wanted to try drawing my ocs in their usual expression i doodle them in, and then a different expression as a warmup/practice sesh :D

[pumpkinnkidd]

god forbid a women have hobbies