#the ocean AND the whaling crew fucked them both over.

[wormboyfriendcentralstation]

what the tags to my posts have taught me is that the wurthering heights stans are eating devouring enjoying while im locked in Moby Dick Jail with the ahab starbuck emotionally draining yuri that lives only in my mind-

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: One Piece 

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji 

Tags: omegaverse, discussed-future-mpreg 

Someone shared a bit of non-omegaverse art in the ZoSan server of Zoro showering affection on Sanji’s stomach and it inspired me to write them talking about their future child in a verse where they agreed no pups until after they and Luffy achieve their dreams.

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Sanji lets out a huff as Zoro lays his head down against his stomach, one of the swordsman’s callused hands resting against what might one day become the peak of it as the other supports Sanji’s back as he enjoys his cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke out over the alpha’s head. The break in Sanji’s heat is nice even if they both know it will only last for a moment.  

“There isn’t anything in there moss,” Sanji says as Zoro’s thumb tickles against his skin. The necessary steps have been taken to ensure that for all their fucking no pup will result from this heat.  

“I know,” Zoro grunts, twisting his head and pressing a kiss against Sanji’s hip bone.  

“Once Luffy’s the Pirate King and I’m the world’s greatest swordsman and we’re living on your ocean,” Zoro continues, trailing kisses along Sanji’s hips as he recites the dreams they swore to achieve. “You’ll give me pups then right?”  

“I didn’t realise we agreed to pups plural?” Sanji jokes, more to try and keep himself from giving into the fantasy of it.  

“You know I could never be satisfied with just one. Not when it’s with you.” Zoro says, resting his forehead directly onto Sanji’s stomach, leaving him looking almost as if he’s praying over it. “You’ll even let some get my green hair right? And they’ll all get your eyebrows.” 

Sanji doesn’t know the last time he heard Zoro that excited. It reminds him of the headstrong alpha second in command on the pirate crew he decided to throw his lot into who had matured into his steadfast mate.  

“Maybe if you’re lucky.” Sanji hopes they do inherit the alpha’s hair. Oh he’ll bitch about it when it happens. Can’t let the mosshead’s ego get too large. But he now can’t think about his future children without at least one of them having coarse green hair and a stubborn attitude.  

Zoro grins up at him.  

“You will,” Zoro says, ducking his head back down to press a kiss against Sanji’s stomach, his hands grabbing at the omega’s hips. “You’re gonna’ look so fucking hot while you’re growing them as well.”  

Sanji does laugh at that.  

“I’m going to look like a waddling land-whale.” He doesn’t have the delicate curves of a lady which are only accentuated by pregnancy. Lacks their soft plump skin that glows with the life they are carrying.  

Zoro snorts at that.  

“You will not,” he says with a nip at Sanji’s hip. “You are going to look so good. So strong. Fuck I don’t know how I’m gonna’ keep my hands off you. All full with my pup. Hell I’ll fuck another one into you before you’re even finished growing the first.”  

“That’s-“ Impossible. And the idea of having pregnancies that overlap giving his body no time without one of Zoro’s children growing in him should be almost repulsive. Sanji is going to blame his heat for the fact he finds it weirdly insanely hot.  

“You’ll be great with them,” Zoro continues, uncaring of Sanji’s broken-off attempt at interruption. One of his hands coming up to grope at Sanji’s chest. “Gonna’ be feeding them from the moment they’re born. They won’t know shit food until they move out to take the world for themselves.”  

Of course they will. No matter what they decide their dream to be their children are bound to achieve it. Will have grown up learning from the best in so many fields. Never once doubting on their parents support for them.  

“Moss-“ Sanji says, running a hand through Zoro’s hair. He can feel his heat stir back to life under his skin and he’s pretty sure it’s affecting the alpha too. 

“Shit. I’m going to fuck you so good. Fill you with knot and my pups. Our strong healthy pups,” Zoro continues to babble.  

Strong pups that will be trained by the world’s greatest swordsman and fed on the abundance of fish in the All Blue. Who will never know real hunger and know that love and care is as important as training at being your best. Will learn to cook at Sanji’s side and take afternoon naps with Zoro.  

“Fuck – I need you to shut up now,” Sanji says, his grip on Zoro’s hair tugging the alpha up off him.  

Zoro gives a questioning hum like he isn’t aware of what he’s fucking doing.  

Sanji pulls him up by the hair for a kiss before he can open his stupid mouth again.  

“You need to shut the fuck up and fuck me,” Sanji orders. Because if the bastard keeps going Sanji might not be able to stay strong on their agreement that they weren’t going to have pups until all their dreams were achieved.  

Zoro grins at him like he knows but his hands grab at Sanji’s thighs as he does as he’s commanded.  

[pasteloctoz]

Day 2 of redacted "what ifs"

I know mermay is almost over but i can't stop thinking about who in redacted would be mermaids and how the romances would work. So here. I tried to stay as close as I could to the original tomance storylines as I could.

Damn crew first

Gavin and FL-

Gavin is a merman (specifically a siren) while FL is a shifter that just recently found out they can shift. When they met, Gavin was singing in a large cavern and FL wasn't drawn in by it even though they appeared human. They got to know eachother after a while and Gavin started looking for a way to shift to a human form so he could spend more time with FL. FL had started to meet other merfolk including Hux, Dames, Laz, and eventually Kody. For some reason they were drawn to FL (FL having some type of energy close to what lovely had before they were revealed to be a latent). Kody (shark merman cause predator), pulled FL into the ocean. FL had shown a fear of the ocean for a while up until that point and freaked the fuck out when Kody did this. Luckily, Hux was near and he scared Kody away. From there FL tries to deal with this while also still having a life as a human to. Eventually they ditch the human life and live with Gavin in the ocean city.

Freelancers, including Sam, would probably be able to shift to whatever kind of merfolk they'd want, though it'd take a toll on their magic if they do it too much. Which means that Sam would have a harder time shifting from one form to another.

Huxely and Damien-

Huxley is a whale shark merman because they can withstand high temperatures and those goofy ahh fish always remind me of gentle giants. Damien is some kind of magma merman just because. I love them both but there is not much to talk abt they're just gay/pos.

Lasko and Lasko's Listener-

Not sure what I have in mind for Lasko but he's tiny and his listener is Large. Thats all I have in mind for either of them, so far their story doesn't have much so i don't have much for them.

Shaw pack now. All shaw pack bois are Dogfish shark shifter merfolk 😌 (say that 10 times fast)

Ash and Baaabe-

This ones hard cause they met when the elevator in their apartment broke down with them in it. And Baabe is unempowered so for this one imma say that at the shaw pack bois live on land but for jobs they go into the ocean and do their thing. That makes the thought that Ash would shift to get out of going to the door for pizza 10 times funnier. Guy would just see him laying on the floor behind the couch and He'd just be used to it at that point. It also makes it way easier for Guy to find out abt magic which i think is funny.

David and Angel-

This one would also be really close to the og way they met. If it weren't for pack meetings and the security jobs David probably wouldn't even tell Angel. (Sorry this one was so dull-)

Milo and Sweetheart-

Sweetheart is a octopus shifter (octopus can camoflauge and squeeze through tiny spaces, closest i could get to a stealth). Their meeting a such would also be very similar to the og story. Though I personally think that when they move, they move into ocean city to be closer to work n stuff.

Last but not least, the vamp bois. All of the vampires are some kind of squid shifters. I'm not gonna say vampire squids specifically bc those thing are tiny and I can't think of Sam as a tiny mf next to large ass shark darlin'. Also its a little bit cliche. Maybe squid shifters are the only ones who can turn humans/ressurect (kinda) merfolk. I wouldn't think that turning a merfolk would change them from being a shark to a squid or something. But when a human is turned they can shift to a squid only.

Also the places where they all meet is no longer a carnival its apart of the beach thats cut off for safety reasons. (Like in steven universe)

Sam and Darlin'-

With the whole Quinn thing, I wouldn't want too change much. Darlin' used to live in the land city but sold it after the Quinn stuff happened. They did go back to washington ofc but when they came back, they bought an apartment in the ocean city and lived there for a while. Then they met Sam at the beach and things were pretty similar from there. When they moved in with Sam they moved to a house hidden and out of the city but still close. Im not gonna talk abt what type of fish quinn is bc he doesnt deserve it (neither does kody but i had to make the joke abt him being a predator since that is literally what he is).

Vincent and Lovely-

Similar story to how Gavin and FL's was except Kody is replaced by Adam, Hux in that situation is replaced by Vincent and Lovely is an Eel merfolk instead of Freelancer merfolk. Pretty self explanitory- Vincent is a squid guy bc he was a human before obv.

Bonus: Caelum is lil anglefish merfolk ♥️♥️♥️

And uh- yea not much to talk about other than that. Happy mermay!!!

[iboughtaplant]

Sing Me Awake With A Song About Pirates 

Prompt: Beach Day 

Relationship: Yennefer/Renfri/Jaskier 

Rating: G

Warnings: no warnings apply 

Summary: Pirates Yennefer and Renfri dock in Kerack and have a relaxing day at the beach only to come across a merman tangled in a net.

Here is my first prompt fill for the @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo​

Read it on AO3

They had just docked in Kerack and Yennefer was looking forward to taking a break. They recently had a rather nasty run-in with a Nilfgardian trading ship and even though they made it out with the loot, she wanted it off her ship as soon as possible. She stretched her arms above her head as she walked down the gangplank onto the dock.

Her crew was hefting barrels off the ship, rolling them down the dock to bring into town. Once on the dock she adjusted her hat and strutted over to Renfri, her second mate, who was just finishing talking with--read bribing--the dock master.

“Are we all set?” Yennefer asked Renfri once the man had walked away.

“Yup, we were never here. Won’t be included in the log when we leave in a few days. And I can have the boys dock the ship in the cove nearby if we run into trouble and need to get out of port.”

“I can only cross my fingers we don’t run into trouble.”

“It does seem to have a way of finding us. Remember that time in Skellige with the Cintran man of war, we got out of there by the skin of our teeth.”

Where Yennefer could do with a break from finding themselves in trouble. Renfri seemed to relish in it. She was energized by the adrenaline of a fight or a chase. And Yennefer could admit she did love the gleam in Renfri’s eye whenever she was itching for a fight, or a fuck. Which is where it worked out that they were lovers.

All that being said, Yennefer just wanted to relax. She wanted to take a break from being the captain of her ship and her crew, even if just for the few days until they had to set sail again.

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After all the business was taken care of, Yennefer and Renfri had lunch at one of the taverns. It was all very expected. Renfri said she wasn’t that hungry, but then ate part of Yennefer’s portion in addition to her own. Yennefer had to glare at a fellow pirate captain who wouldn’t stop leering at her. Renfri threatened to stab a man and Yennefer convinced her not to. Just normal everyday things.

Yennefer figured they would pay for a room, she and Renfri would make love and she would get a chance to sleep without having to worry about ten different things at once the way she would on the ship.

Which of course meant that Renfri grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the tavern and in the opposite direction of the inn and brothel. “Come on, this way!”

Renfri pulled her along and they sped up into a run. “Where are we going?” Yennefer asked.

Renfir gave her a smirk and said, “You’ll see.” Which was about what Yennefer expected. But Yennefer also noticed that there was a bottle of rum in her hand.

“Nick that did you?”

“The tavern won’t notice that one measly bottle is gone. And we are pirates, gotta live up to the stereotype.”

Renfri slowed her pace, which made Yennefer slow her’s. They came to where the path met the beach and turned to sand.

“I was hoping to sleep, not drink myself to oblivion and pass out.”

“Then more rum for me,” Renfri said as she waved the bottle at Yennefer, who only rolled her eyes in response.

“Come on, Yenn, a relaxing walk on the beach is what you need. Plenty of sunshine left. And then we can watch the sunset, it’ll be romantic.”

“So you’re the romantic one, now?”

“If it gets you to smile, then sure.”

Yennefer of course couldn’t hide the smile that bloomed on her face. “Alright then, lead the way.”

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They walked arm in arm down the beach and then Renfri stopped. “This looks like as good a spot as any.”

“For what?”

“To sit, to relax.” Renfri elbowed Yennefer in the side. “C’mon <em>Captain</em> take a load off.”

Renfri then plopped down and sprawled out, uncaring of the sand getting everywhere. She unhooked her sword belt and laid her sheathed sword next to her in the sand.

Yennefer sat down next to Renfri and nudged her to put her head in her lap. She combed her fingers through the wind-tousled hair. It was relaxing. “Are you going to pop open that rum or what?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Renfri said as she sat up and pulled the cork out with her teeth. She took a sip and then passed the bottle to Yennefer.

“That’s some strong stuff.”

Yennefer took a pull from the bottle. “It sure is. You don’t need much to feel it do you?”

“Nope,” Renfri said with a laugh before grabbing the bottle and drinking some more.

They lounged in the sand for a while, eventually shedding their boots and laying down on their spread out coats.

Yennefer closed her eyes for a bit, enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing and the warmth of the sun on her closed eyelids. She would always love the sounds of the ocean, the smell of salt in the air.

With her eyes still closed, Yennefer felt and heard Renfri get up. “Where are you going?”

“Down to the water. Come with me?” Renfri asked as she started to shed more of her clothes. She kept on her smallclothes, consisting of short linen braies and a fitted sleeveless tunic.

Yennefer followed suit and stripped down to her own similar underthings. He took her tricorn hat off last and tossed it on top of the pile to keep their clothes from blowing away.

Renfri grabbed Yennefer by the shoulders and initiated a kiss that turned as searing as the hot sun on their skin. Yennefer licked into Renfri’s mouth and Renfri gently nipped Yennefer’s lip in return, making her moan.

They pulled away from each other panting as they regained their breath. Renfri pushed her forehead against Yennefer’s. “Let’s go cool down. I’ll race you,” Renfri said right before he let go of Yennefer and ran down the beach towards the water.

Yennefer ran after her, following her into the foaming waves and wrapping her arms around her waist. They tussled playfully and Renfri dragged Yennefer further into the water until it was up to their thighs. They kissed again, this time lazily as the water crashed against them.

They stayed in the water for a little while longer, swimming out further to submerge their bodies fully and enjoy the cool water.  

Once they felt they had thoroughly soaked in the salty sea water, Yennefer dragged Renfri back to their pile of clothes to dry off in the slowly waning sun. It was still bright, but nowhere near as high in the sky as it had been.

The sun warmed their bodies once again. Yennefer tugged on her pants and coat, shoving her shirt and stockings into the deep pockets. Renfri pulled on her own pants and slung her coat over her shoulder.

“We should have plenty of time to walk over to the rocks to watch the sunset. If you want?” Renfri asked, turning to look at Yennefer.

“Of course,” Yennefer said, leaning forward to kiss the side of Renfri’s mouth. “Maybe we can do more than just sit and watch the sunset.”

Renfri’s breath hitched before she nodded and gathered up her boots in one hand, shoving the nearly empty rum bottle into one of them.

They linked arms and started their barefoot stroll down the beach.

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They walked in a comfortable silence for a while just enjoying each other’s company and the quiet beach.  

As they progressed down the beach, Yennefer could make out a shape on the sand in the distance. She nudged Renfri’s shoulder and pointed. “Do you see that? I can’t make out what it is, and I don’t have my spyglass on me.”

They both squinted into the distance. “A beached whale? Maybe.”

“Seems too small to be a whale.”

“Guess we have to keep walking and get a closer look.”

“We were headed in that direction anyway,” Yennefer answered.

They picked up their pace a bit, still walking barefoot across the sand. As they near the shape on the sand they could make out a scaled tail. Yennefer dropped her boots and trudged her way over, it was where sand started meeting rocks, the sand littered with smoothed rocks she had to make her way over. Renfri was a few paces behind her, picking her own way through.

As Yennefer got closer, her eyes widened. It was a man, well a merman if the curled blue tail was anything to go by. Yennefer really hoped that he was alive. It was a bit unnerving that the merman didn’t move.

Getting even closer, Yennefer gasped as she noticed that the merman was tangled in the rope of a fishing net. She dropped her boots she was holding and scrambled closer. The merman’s suntanned skin was dry to the touch, he must have been out in the sun for hours and he washed up too high for the tide to reach.

“Renfri!” she yelled. “Quickly, come on.”

“I’m here,” Renfri panted behind her. “Oh no.We have to help him,” she said with conviction.  

“I know. Quick, we need your sword. I’ll hold the ropes taut and you can cut them. Then we have to get him down to the water.”

Yennefer kneeled near the unconscious merman and grabbed the ropes of the net at random, just wanting to get him untangled and not willing to waste anymore time in trying to fiddle with the ropes.

Yennefer held lengths of the net as far away from the merman’s body as possible  as Renfri slashed through them. After repeating the process a few times, the merman was surrounded by slashed pieces of rope, and was freed. Yennefer shed her coat and chucked it and her hat out of the way. She was able to roll the merman partially onto his side. Renfri came to her aid to help roll him onto his back.

Once on his back, they could see just how parched his lips looked and just how wilted his fin-like ears were. They didn’t ogle long as they were more concerned with helping the merman regain consciousness.

Yennefer stood behind his head and squatted down to gripp under his arms. Renfri was already positioning herself near his tail as Yennefer said, “Grab his tail.” It worked because Yennefer knew Renfri was stronger than her and that tail had to be pure muscle.

It was not a very dignified trudge down towards the water, carrying a full grown merman, but they eventually made it down to the water and lowered the merman into the shallows. Once the water relieved them of some of his weight they were able to drag him deeper into the water where his body was submerged.

Yennefer’s instinct was to keep his head above water before remembering that he is of course merman and his head underwater would probably be beneficial. Yennefer lowered his head under the waves once Renfri nodded that she had a grip on his body and wouldn’t let him sink.    

Yennefer felt her breathing return to normal and could only hope that they had made it in time to help the meman. She wasn’t a religious person, but as a pirate she was a superstitious one, so she prayed to every god and goddess she could think of with hopes that one of them would hear her. She looked over at Renfri, “Thank you for wanting to help him as well.”

“You don’t need to thank me Yenn, it was the right thing to do. I just hope he comes to soon.”

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A few moments later, the merman’s tail started thrashing and Renfri lost her hold on it, but the merman must have still been weak because he didn’t or couldn’t swim away and almost clung to Yennefer where her arms were still around him. His head then emerged from the water with a splash. He gasped and Yenenfer wasn’t sure if it was just from surprise or if he was gasping for breath. From her limited knowledge of merfolk, she knew that they needed water to breathe but could get oxygen through the air the way humans and other land creatures did.

“Oh goddess, is this the afterlife?” the merman asked. “It must be since I am being held by two goddesses themselves.” He answered his own question. Renfri snorted a laugh. The noise made the maerman turn his head to look at her.  

“At least he’s conscious now.” Renfri said, mostly to Yennefer. Yennefer hummed in agreement, glad that their rescue attempt wasn’t for naught.

“So this isn’t the after life or a dream, huh?” the merman asked.

“Nope, you are thankfully very much alive.” Yennefer said.

“Thankfully? You don’t even know me, why would you be thankful I’m alive?”

“Because I care for the wellbeing of others?” Yennefer said, in a questioning tone. “Is that so foreign to you?”

“Well, no, not fully, but I had given up hope of being rescued before I fell unconscious.” He paused, “Would you lovely ladies like to get out of the water? I can imagine it might not be comfortable for you to stay in it for so long.”

“Can you swim on your own?”

“I believe so. Though I will admit it is lovely being wrapped in your arms. But I usually at least know the names of women before I embrace them. I am Jaskier by the way.”

“Yennefer, and my partner is Renfri.”

“It is wonderful to meet you both, I wish it could have been under better circumstances.”

“We do as well,” Renfri said with a smile.

Yennefer let go of Jaskier and was happy to see he was able to hold up his body weight in the water and his skin no longer looked parched and sun-dried.

Yennefer and Renfri trudged out of the water, their clothes clinging to their bodies. They both sprawled out on the rocks that had  been their destination earlier and Jaskier followed them at a sedate pace, leaning his crossed forearms on the rock while keeping his body from the chest down submerged in the water.

“So what brought you lovely ladies down to the beach?”

“Our ship is in port and I figured this one,” Renfri pointed to Yennefer, “needed a chance to relax and the beach was the perfect place.”

“Oh no and I interrupted your relaxing beach day, I’m dreadfully sorry.  But I can’t thank you enough for saving me.”

“You mean no one else came along before us?”

“If you hadn’t noticed this is a fairly quiet stretch of beach. Not many humans frequent it, it’s one of the reasons that I swim near here so often. I do love watching humans, but they don’t really like the sight of me. Must be the sirens giving us a bad name still. But it’s not my fault that my kind also enjoys singing. I had hoped that my singing might attract someone more than yelling for help. Most humans around here tend to run in the opposite direction of someone in need of help. But then I was too parched to even sing anymore.”

“Lucky for you we aren’t like most humans,” Renfri said. “Yenn’s not even fully human and people are often weary of me being born under a bad omen and all.”

“We tend to have differing opinions than most who share our profession. We might be pirates, but we are also women, so I have always found merfolk to be good luck. Ask almost any male sailor and they’ll tell you that having a woman on a ship is a bad omen, let alone having her captain on,” Yennefer said with a bit of a smirk. She knew she was a better captain and a more skilled sailor than a majority of the men she ran into.

“So you’re pirates!? Oh that is so exciting. You must tell me stories of all your adventures.” Jaskier said excitedly, his tail flicking out of the water to further emphasize his excitement. A few drops of water splashed them when his tail entered the water again. “Oops, sorry,” he said a bit sheepishly.

Yennefer and Renfri shared a look. A look which Jaskier must have read the wrong way if what he said next was anything to go by.

“I mean—I’m sorry. I am interrupting your relaxing time together and the sun is going to be setting any minute now. I’ll just go and maybe I will see you lovely ladies again some day.” He flashed them a small smile, though it was wide enough to show his pointed eye teeth.

Jaskier made to swim away from the rock, but Yennefer crawled forward and reached out to grab his hand. “Stay. Please.” She laced her fingers with Jaskier’s slightly webbed ones.

Jaskier looked up at Yennefer with his blue eyes that mirrored the color of the sea and Renfri gently grabbed his other hand, “What Yenn said. We would like it if you stayed. I have a boatload of stories to tell you.”

“I would love that. So much.” Jaksier smiled, flicking his tail again and chirping a bit. His face flushed a bit, the fins, where a human’s ears would be, flattened to his head as if in embarrassment. He pulled his hands out of both of theirs, but otherwise only moved a short distance away. At least it seemed they convinced him not to dive into the ocean to never be seen by them again.

Yennefer moved down the rock a bit to sit with her feet dangling in the water and put her hands out for Jaskier, beckoning him towards her. He propelled himself forward with his tail and stopped when he was floating between her calves dangling in the water. He gently place his webbed hands onto her knees and smiled up at her.

She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. It felt terribly forward, but there was something about the merman that was luring her in. And she had enough knowledge of merfolk to know it wasn’t some sort of magic taking hold. She pulled away to see a smile on Jaskier’s handsome face.

Renfri moved closer and wrapped an arm around Yennefer. She addressed Jaskier, “Just letting you, you want one of us, you better be okay with getting both of us.” Jaskier’s smile grew even wider if that was even possible.

Yennefer sat on that rock until well after the sunset. They told Jaskier stories of their swashbuckling adventures, as well as some tales of the more mundane things they got up to. In turn Jaskier rather theatrically regaled them with stories of his own. It was well into the night that they finally made to leave.

“Promise you won’t set sail without saying goodbye.”

“We promise,” Renfri said with conviction. “But maybe us leaving doesn’t have to be goodbye.”

“Oh, meaning?”

“I’m not sure yet. But I have an idea. Just have to see if it’ll work. I’ll tell you about it either way before we are set to depart in a few days.”

“Alright.” Jaskier said. “I will see you soon then. Have a safe journey back to your lodgings.” He then leaned forward from where he had been lounging with his upper body out of the water and on the rock to lift Renfri’s hand and bestow a kiss upon it. If the light was better, Yennefer swore she would be able to see Renfri blushing.

Jaskier then repeated the action with Yennefer and she returned his affection by placing another kiss on his forehead.

They said their goodbyes and Renfri and Yennefer gathered up their belongings before picking their way across the beach by the light of the waxing moon.

Subtle splashes accompanied their journey. If Yenenfer turned towards the water, she could see the shine of scales in the moonlight: Jaskier following to make sure they made it across the beach. She huffed a laugh, “You silly merman.”

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It turned out that Renfri’s idea was to scour the town for the biggest bathtub that she could buy. Yennefer found the thought to be sweet, but didn’t say so since Renfri didn’t like too much attention drawn to the nice things she did for those she cared about.

Which is how Yennefer and Renfri ended up hauling a spacious copper tub, that Renfri bought from an innkeeper after haggling, back to the ship. Yennefer had two of her men help them get it up the gangplank and situated in Yennefer’s quarters.

Renfri smiled with accomplishment and Yennefer couldn’t help but show her just how much she loved her and how thoughtful she really was. They made love in the bed they shared with feeling even more at home with the smell of the salty sea air around them.

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Yennefer and Renfri went back to the beach everyday that they were still on land. Each time, Jaskier was excitedly waiting for them near the rock where they spent the first evening talking. Renfri didn’t mention the bathtub yet, wanting it to be a surprise. But Yennefer knew she was apprehensive, just as Yennefer was herself.

What if despite all of his proclamations that he wanted to follow them and go on adventures, Jaskier wanted to stay where he was in his little corner of the ocean? They would both be a bit devastated even if they would get over it in time and still be able to visit Jaskier when they came into port.

Of course they had nothing to worry about. On their last day in Kerack’s port, Yennefer and Renfri once again went down to the beach, they now knew the way to the rocks like they knew the layout of their ship.

Once they reached Jaskier, he immediately exclaimed, “Please take me with you. I don’t think I will survive not seeing you for months at a time. Please, we can figure something out. I will swim behind the ship if I have to. I want to go on adventures and I want to keep seeing you both. And I can compose songs about your, or well our, adventures. I will sing so many songs about pirates, just you wait.”

Yennefer chuckled. “Well that’s good to hear since we were going to ask if you wanted to join us on our newest voyage. You won’t even need to swim alongside the ship, that is unless you want to be in the ocean. Renfri found a spacious bathing tub for us to fill with sea water for you.”

“That is immensely kind of you. And I promise I can earn my keep if need be. I can catch you fresh fish whenever you want and I think I know my way around the ocean better than any land creature.”

“Don’t let our navigator hear you say that.” Renfri said.

“You know your way to the harbor so meet us there, we won’t leave until you are aboard.” Yennefer said as she knelt down to caress the side of Jaskier’s face.

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Two hours later they were untying the ropes tethering the ship to the dock, raising anchor, and steering the ship out of the harbor and into open waters.

Jaskier had insisted on his bathtub—because it was his now—being placed on the deck at least for the first stretch of the journey so that he could observe the way a ship was run. He wanted to witness it all and write down all of his initial reactions.

It was funny that one of his first requests was for paper and a writing utensil. Yennefer gave him one of her own bound journals that had yet to be written in along with a quill and a pot of ink. Apparently merfolk had their own written language. While Jaskier was able to speak Common as well as Elder, he only knew how to write in the language exclusive to his kind, although Renfri promised she would teach him how to write in Common.

Once the sun went down and it was time for the crew to retreat to their cabins or hammocks, Renfri and Yennefer dragged the bathtub plus Jaskier into the captain’s cabin they shared. Jaskier was excited to look around. He asked questions about everything and could already tell which items belonged to Yennefer and which belonged to Renfri.

Jaskier’s tub was positioned so it was near the bed, allowing Yennefer and Renfri to lounge on it while they all talked, enjoying each other’s presence. And Renfri made sure to move one of the smaller trunks near one side of the tub so that Jaskier would have a place to stash his notebook and writing supplies.

They spoke late into the night about everything and nothing as was becoming a habit for the three of them. Yennefer wasn’t sure when she finally succumbed to sleep, but she awoke to Jaskier quietly singing about pirates and mermen, with the sun shining off of the ocean waves.

[ayliamc]

Kauai Trip

Day 3

Steps: 7,647

Notable Discovery: humpback whales

I woke up before sunrise again to enjoy it with my breakfast from the balcony. What is this life.

It was a nice low key morning because we’ve got big afternoon plans! A two hour whale watching tour! We happen to be here right smack dab in the middle of prime whale watching season. They migrate down here during the winter months to mate with each other and birth their babies. In order to convince my parents to join us, we opted for a shorter tour, also one which offered snacks and mai tais. It was a long drive to the south shore but we made it on time due to my overexcited and slightly militant insistance to leave very early.

All said and done there were about 50 tourists taking this tour, and we loaded up onto a catamaran with our Captain Joe and his non-stop reminders about how boats move with the waves.

Of the four of us, three were concerned with seasickness. Dan had a Dramamine in his pocket, and both mom and dad were very concerned as well. Dad even got some ginger tablets to bring onto the boat.

As soon as we left the harbor I was feeling great. The boat was rocking and I was having a great time. Like being on a gentle roller coaster. One woman immediately got sick and had a bucket of ice water dumped on her head. I felt so bad for her! It was over two hours on the water all said and done and she was on and off sick, trembling uncontrollably, or lolling her head trying not to be sick. It looked miserable. Several more people got the ice water treatment and I remember having the thought, “how embarrassing for those poor suckers. I feel great!”

We saw some whales almost immediately. Giant spouts of water as whales exhaled and their bodies cresting just over the surface of the ocean. There was a lot of activity and I was passing quickly from one side of the boat to the other to see as many of them as possible, trying to balance my mai tai all the while.

Meanwhile, Dan was “surprised at how well” he felt. And both parents were sitting, focusing hard on the horizon.

For the most part, whale watching is a lot of waiting. We did a lot of that, but saw a lot of activity so I was happy, and pitying everyone who felt sea sick. Those poor losers.

Then it hit Dan. He went from 100% to 1% in the span of about three minutes. We were sitting watching a nearby pod and he says, “oh no, it’s happening.” He goes to the back of the boat and hangs on to the rail, face down. After a moment it seems like he’s just going from bad to worse so I go over to rub some ice on his face.

I have no real words to describe how terrible he looked. Undead. Paper white. Drenched in sweat. Unsteady on his feet. About thirty seconds from passing out.

Fortunately my mom alerted one of the crew, Cori, about his condition. Cori came over to check on Dan and get an ice bath ready for him and these were my thoughts for the following 60 seconds:

Dan looks really bad. I hope he’s ok.

Hmm. I’m feeling a little queasy.

If Dan is sick it’s gonna make the next hour just miserable and I’ll feel so bad.

I think… I may need to throw up.

No there’s no way.

Ok I’m throwing up.

It was three bursts in quick succession over the side of the boat. Oh no. Then Cori turns to me.

“Ice bath?”

“I feel fine now.”

“That’s what you said right before.”

“That’s fair…”

Well, friends, I have this to say about ice baths. I fucking hate them. It felt like a never ending cascade from which I tried to run away while Cori chased me saying with his calm Hawaiian attitude “don’t run away from me” but I was suffocating! The breath was completely knocked out of me. I was just trying to get away so I could breathe!

Anyway, now Dan and I were both those poor losers who needed the ice bath. And as the only person in our group confident that I would not be sick, I was the only one to get sick. (In our group. Other people barfed too, it wasn’t just me!) (and in my defense the ocean was pretty damn choppy!) The fact that I had been upset we couldn’t eat any of the offered snacks was now laughable. No eating was going to be happening. And certainly no more mai tais despite my plans to make up for all the food I couldn’t eat.

In any case I did genuinely feel fine afterwards, albeit cold, and Dan too made an instantaneous recovery he kept marveling at, enabling us to enjoy what was to come next.

A “heat run” where multiple males gang up on a prospective female. It was like watching a turbulent dance happen just under the surface maybe 30 feet from the boat. Their bodies breaking through, their tales fully emerging, spouts of water and air with every exhale. It was breathtaking. Around then we had already been out for two hours (the heat run happened to show up next to us on our way back to harbor so we paused to watch it happen) so I went to sit next to my mom who hadn’t moved in a while, still focusing hard on not getting sick, when I saw it.

A magnificent humpback whale breached the water as they leapt into the air. Unfortunately I was the only one in our group to see it, but I’m so happy I got to. It’s a rare occurrence and I can still see every detail in my mind. An adventure I’ll never forget.

Our whale watching trip was both the best and the worst of the day.

From there we went to Poipu Beach to meet a photographer my mom had hired to take our family portrait. (I needed a moment to do my makeup in the car, grateful I had been talked out of doing it before the whale trip since I ended up getting a ton of water dumped on my face.) Bonita, our photographer, was efficient and kind. She took us to several photogenic spots on the beach during magic hour and knocked it all out in about an hour.

Now the nausea is gone from the last of us who had still been holding onto it, and it’s time for dinner. We found a Thai food truck (lots of Thai food here, which is just fine by me) with vegan substitutions and gorged ourselves in the dark before heading home to finish our leftovers and go to bed.

What a day.

[softer-ua]

Ok had another fucking moment that came to me when I was daydreaming this one time and another AU popped inside my head.

Ok so mermaid AU x Pirate, BUT—

Mermaids are the same size as their fish genetic.

A angel fish mermaid is about the size of an infant.

A shark mermaid is the size of a boat, depending what Kind of shark it is.

Ok now, imagine with me:

Pirate Katsuki x Whale Shark mermaid Izuku

Baby whale sharks are about the size of a big koy fish so Izuku is about the size of a infant.

Katsuki and Izuku met at the dock, Baby Katsuki likes to spend his time splashing his feet into the ocean, dreaming one day he could be the most awesome pirate of all time.

This is where he met Izuku.

See, Izuku is really small compared to Inko rn coz he's a baby, so he got washed by the unforgiving waves in the middle of the ocean into the dock where Katsuki was.

Katsuki saw a passed out mermaid floating ashore and immediately ran to where it was.

No one has ever seen a whale shark mermaid up close before because they live in really deep water and all that.

So Katsuki was fascinated by his tail bcz hello? It has DOTS! It looks pretty! And it HAS DOTS!!!!

(lmao like his freckles)

So when Izuku woke up, he panicked bcz he doesn't know where he is and there's a human that saw him so he cried.

Katsuki, confused by this, he asked why he was crying, they were both still too young to understand that humans and mermaids were supposed 'sworn enemies' (lmao) yet so Izuku told him that he was washed up into the waves and he Didn't know where his home is.

And hearing this, Katsuki asked if he knows which direction his home was, Izuku told him he was from the very very deep sea and that he didn't know where and he's scared to go alone.

And Katsuki, the brat that he is, decided to accompany the mermaid with a boat! Izuku was happy that Katsuki would come with him and bring him home!

Ofc next day, they meet up, (Katsuki snuck out lmao) and Katsuki has this tiny little boat that the other fishermen gave him from his birthday that he would use to come with Izuku.

So they set sail! Katsuki had forgotten to bring food so he was hungry, Izuku had an Idea!

He sometimes see these random circles that grows on trees near the beach and they would sometimes fall and float in the ocean, he also seen humans eat these kinds of things so he decided to look for it!

Katsuki ofc saw Izuku coming back with a coconut and he was delighted to eat it!

(Izuku eats fish lmao)

So it took 5 days for them to reach the center of the sea where everything is so deep. They got to know each other at that time!

Katsuki asked if this is where Izuku lives and Izuku heard a loud shout from below.

Low and behold, Inko rising to the surface where they both were, her eyes were puffy and when she saw Izuku, she immediately hugged her son.

Katsuki was amazed by how big Izuku's mom is, so that's why they lived in the middle of the ocean, they were really huge!!

Inko saw this little blonde human boy on a tiny boat and asked why was he here and Izuku exclaimed that he is Kacchan! (Coz he has sharp teeth and that's the closest he could pronounce his name) and that he helped Izuku crossed the ocean to find his home and that he was so brave and kind!

And Katsuki blushed at the compliments Deku gave him (that is ALSO the closest thing Katsuki can pronounce his name bcz of his human teeth too haha)

Inko was touch by this and thanked Katsuki profusely, giving him a little necklace with a tiny shell that could be use as a horn.

Inko told Katsuki that if he ever was in the middle of the ocean again or whatever, and wanted to meet them again, he just needs to blow the horn.

Katsuki was thrilled by this, he thanked Inko as well and promise to come back and meet Izuku again and Inko asked a bunch of other little mermaids to help Katsuki get back to where his home was in record time.

Izuku was a bit sad to see Kacchan go but he promised would come back! So he'll just have to wait till he hears the horn to know that Kacchan would be back!

Katsuki got back on land that afternoon (wow the tiny mermaids were really quick)

And he gotten back to his parents, he told them that he told them what happened had why he was gone for 5 days.

They were horrified by this bcz mermaids drown humans whenever they could and that Katsuki was with one for 5 days made them feel sick.

Katsuki was not allowed to go near the ocean from then on.

Ofc Katsuki threw a fit bcz how on earth is he gonna visit Deku?!?

Mitsuki screamed and slapped him on his head and told him that he would not go outside and see the ocean at all.

Cue sad 10 years of waiting (they were 4)

The time finally came where Katsuki snapped and sneaked out of the house once more and leave his parents for good.

He decided to go to another city to start his journey of becoming the most well known pirates of all time!

(cue another 4 years lmao)

He had became the most notorious pirate of all time, in the eyes of the government, he was a threat to them, but to the eyes of the people who had met his crew, they were heroes.

They give out money that they stole from corrupted kings and queens' ships all around the world. they had the most biggest ship called 'Queen Explosion Murder' (bcz why NOT LMAO) and that they had the most advance equipment in the sea (ft. Hatsumei lmao)

His crew (class 1-A minus mineta, plus Shinsou, Hatsumei bby Eri, bby Kouta and bby Katsuma and Mahoro) was the most powerful and skilled people he knew, they were like family to him. (Not that he'd admit it out loud)

He still kept the necklace, he had forgotten what purpose it had, but he know it was something special.

One day they were attacked by the Royal ship, it was the most intense battle they had yet. Most of his family crewmates were already injured and passed out, the kids were crying alot, they were loosing.

Then he suddenly blew the horn.

There was a loud spash from the side and both of their ships rocked.

One of the men from the other ships looked below and saw big glowing green eyes. Then the Royal ship was grabbed by very big hands and suddenly brought down into the depts of the sea. Sinking everyone in it.

Katsuki was shocked, what just happened???

Then there was another loud splash once again, something was rising from the water, it looks big, the creature was looming over the ship, he looked up to see the creature and saw—

"Deku...?"

It looked at Katsuki with big watering eyes.

"Kacchan.."

And the next thing he knew, he was being lifted by some big ass arms and being suffocated by a big ass hug.

(lmao they REUNITED!)

Izuku asked why did he called now and Katsuki told him about what had happened to him all this time. Katsuki's crew was hella shocked to see their captain talking to a big ass Mermaid. The kids were in awe, they never seen a real life mermaid before, and Izuku laughed coz their eyes reminded him of Katsuki's when they first met.

Katsuki blushed and denied it and Izuku responded playfully.

It was so weird to all of them to see their captain smiling? And joking around?? With a fish??? Like old friends???? Holy shit???

And after that, they had a new member! Izuku comes along with their adventures now! And the whole romance and drama for the crew to enjoy too!

(lmao the end(?), Hahaha, I'm so sorry if it has some wrong grammar, I'm kinda stayed up late hahahaha! Hope ya like this Au!)

This so fun! I love it 💞

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Second idea, but feel free to ignore!

Captain Blowhole in action mode, kicking ass and taking names, to res use his favorite philly.

@safarigirlsp I HAVE HAD THIS SITTING IN MY BRAIN FOR EVER AND IM SO SORRY I’M FINALLY ANSWERING THIS NOW, BUT I WANTED TO MAKE IT WORTH THE READING AND ADVENTURE THAT YOU DESIRE BITCH! 🖤

ALLOW ME TO TELL A WHALE OF A TALE MY SWEET SIREN...

He knew he’d fucked up. Knew he shouldn’t have been so greedy with his booty, and his other booty, so to speak. Following the undead buccaneer crew to the depths of the Isla De Muerta, in search of gold and glory, and all for what? For you to be captured by the undead crew? Doomed to be touched by Barbosa himself? 

The thought of his skeleton fingers encapsulating your precious throat, nigh, his precious throat, made his stomach churn with anger and remorse. 

He stared into the abyss of the fog ridden ocean, squinting as the Black Pearl came into his view. A devilish grin falling over his face as he patted the large chest sitting by the captain’s wheel, the cursed treasure sitting at his waist as he conjured up negotiations for your freedom. 

He bit the skin on his nails, thinking of clever ways to bargain with the dead, who were long past their time to be able to touch you, to smell you, to do what they willed. The thoughts of how illy you were being kept rattled around in his head, making him seethe more and more as the black sails grew closer to his vision. The billowing blackness of the clouds surrounding the cursed ship, the holes in the sails, and the undeniable black flag that whistled in the bustling breeze. 

His first mate came to his side, patting his shoulder as he tensed from the touch, handing him a flask of rum as he spoke, “do ya think she’s okay?” he questioned, concerned for your welfare as his buddy bit at his stupidity. 

“I sure as fuck hope so,” he grunted, swilling a drink of liquid courage, “I’ll kill every motherfucker on there if she isn’t,” exhaling as the warmth coated his throat, wiping the drippage from his beard as he handed the bottle back to Ron. 

“She’s probably not too happy with ya right now, Z,” he commented, giggling as he took a swig again, placing a hand on the wheel to aim the ship starboard for the attack. 

Flip smirked, huffing a deep laugh as he contemplated the words, “you’re probably right on that account, buddy,” clapping his back as he glanced back down at the stone chest, “but I have ta make it right either damn way,” he growled, placing hands on his hips as he gazed towards Ron. 

“Plus,” he placed a hand over his mouth, chuckling at his own dirtiness, “I kinda like it when she’s mad... It... does things to me,” shuttering as he thought of your claws pawing his pristine back muscles, hearing your pained cries underneath him in a round of hate-fucking that was destined to ensue when you both were reunited. 

Just then, the anchor lowered, placing the Roger side by side with the Pearl as the canons were shuttered open from both camps. 

“Well, well, well,” a booming voice called out, “look who finally decided to show up, gentleman?” a chorus of laughter coming from the black shrouds on the enemy side. 

“We don’t want this to be a fight, Barbosa,” Flip shouted back, his voice looming over the waves and the wind as he noticed the captain come into view, “I brought a trade opportunity for you, in fact,” leaning on the case like a sleazy salesman. 

“A trade you say?” the dirty seaman rubbed his festering beard, yellowed eyes boring in Flip’s direction, “a trade for what, blowhole?!” bellows of heavy chuckles ringing out again at his insult, causing Flip to roll his eyes, wishing he was blowing his hole in your cunt instead of negotiating with the dead. 

“You know exactly what I want, Hector,” the shocking reveal of his first name sending the enemy captain in a furied frenzy, “show her to me you snake!” Flip growled over the tidal waves brewing around the vessels. 

Barbosa bored his jaundiced eyes towards Flip, the two of them not even stopping to blink as he watched him mull over the command, “show her, and I’ll give you the one thing you want most in this world,” he taunted again, the words stinging the old captain’s face as he heard every pronounced word. 

After a few moments, he indulged his curiosities, “bring the slut,” he chanted to his mate, who nodded and promptly went to fetch you. 

Flip grimaced at the slur, his fists balling at his sides as he tried to compose himself. ‘take some deep breaths buddy,’ he chanted in the recesses of his mind, ‘she’ll be back with you in no time, maybe,’ exhaling at the notion. 

The crewman produced your writhing form from the gallows below, your hair in complete chaos, stripped down to your skivvies as you gnashed at the whistles and howls from the enemy crew taking you in. 

“Get the fuck off of me you bastards!” screaming at the top of your lungs, your body freezing as the cool air hit your undergarments. 

“Now, now, lil’ lady,” Barbosa gripped you in his crusty hands, pushing you to be shown to your lover, “you need to play nice in this negotiation, pet,” running greasy fingers through your tattered hair, the feeling making your face contort in disgust as you shut your eyes. 

“I’m not a prize to be negotiated,” spitting on his buckled boots as you were slapped across the face by his first mate. 

“You will behave, whore!” he shouted, you hissing from the pain of the blow as your feral form looked over to finally lock eyes with your sailor. 

“Flip!” you yelled, “Flip you fucking jackass!” a combination of angry and relieved as you were forced to your knees on the deck of the ship. 

“As you were saying,” Barbosa continued, his crewman wrapping a gag around your mouth as you groaned and bit at him, “produce your trade, captain,” he taunted, curious what could be more important than a lowly whore. 

Flip snarled as he watched you be treated like an animal, the blood boiling in his veins as he backed to produce the chest, “Here, is my trade,” he pronounced, the stone top hitting the wooden deck in a thud. 

A hush grew over the crowd of scalawags, bugged eyes gazing at the Aztec gold as is shimmered in the sunlight. Flip’s cheeky grin appeared as he saw the captain squirm under his prize he’d thought he’d had over him, crossing his muscled arms over his chest as he waited for Barbosa to reply. 

“Name yer terms, Zimmerman,” he snarled quizzically towards the handsome sailor, placing an iron grip on the top of your head as you panted below him staring into the eyes of your lover. 

“You give me, Y/N,” he cocked his head, deep voice radiating your name like a siren song, the wetness forming in your britches as you angrily writhed again, wanting to choke the life out of every sailor on the Seven Seas including blowhole. 

“And?” the scheming captain pandered, gesturing for the rest of his demands. 

“And,” looking you dead in the eyes as he retorted back with sarcasm, “I’ll give you the answer to your problems, Hector,” smiling as he tipped his cap towards him, “I know you crave to... feel again,” the final nail in the negotiations pinned as he waited on baited breath, canons at the ready in case of a mutiny. 

“Well,” the captain contemplated again, ripping your face to meet his as his ratty finger stroked your pristine cheek “let’s get this goin’ then shall we lass?” chuckling as he lifted your weight to his eye level. 

Flip watched as he drug your body towards the end of the ship, eyeballing his crew as they readied for any kind of foul play. 

“You want her so badly, captain?” he mewled at him, “then go fetch your whore!” flipping your ass off the end of the ship to sink you in the depths of the black ocean, a series of screams echoing coupled with a splash as you fell. 

“Mother fucker!” Flip yelled out, ridding himself of his cap and jacket, to bound over the edge of his ship, a chorus of yells erupting on both sides as canons began to flare in an all out brawl. 

He penetrated the cold water, hair erupting around him as he sought out your figure flailing in the ocean, hands tied around your back as you struggled to meet the surface for oxygen. 

He stroked over to you, a frenzy of waves crashing overhead as he gripped your waist to pull you to the surface. A huge gasp leaving your lungs as you felt the cool breeze on your wet face. 

“I’ve got ya, darlin’,” he panted, pulling himself and you towards the Roger as gunfire clouded the ships, “I’ve got ya,” using his brute strength as you helplessly floated with him. 

He pulled you to the back of the ship, shoving you in a porthole before he climbed in as well, the thud of your body causing him to chuckle slightly as he remembered your restraints. 

As soon as he climbed in he was met with a slap on the face, the strength of it knocking him back to the wall of his ship. Your raging fists in front of your face as you’d escaped your ropes.

“You lying,” stumbling over him, fists balled up in a fury, “cheating,” gritting your teeth, “sleazy, son of a bitch, pirate asshole, motherfucker!” screaming as another hard punch landed on his prominent nose. 

“Jesus fuckin’,” he groaned, the blow causing his nose to bleed as he shook himself back to reality, your angry apparition clouding his vision. 

“I-I’m sorry darlin’,” putting his hands in retreat as you had hauled a piece of wood to beat him with, “I-I’m so fuckin’ sorry!” cowering slightly to prepare for an ass beating he so rightfully deserved. 

“You’re not fuckin’ sorry at all you asshole,” heavy sobs leaving your lungs as you watched him get up, the faint sounds of shotguns blaring amongst the waves, “If you were sorry you wouldn’t have left me to die on that goddamn island you cowardly shit!” heaves coming out from you as you fell to your knees, cowering in the reality that he was using you for his own trade deals. 

“I-I you’re right,” he stammered, watching as you wailed from the drama over the last few days of your capture, “I-I’m such a shit,” he agreed, trying to inch closer to comfort you, only to have you pummel his kneecaps in revolt. 

“Don’t,” you looked up, seeing red, “don’t you fucking touch me, Phil!” releasing a breath as you gathered your thoughts again. 

“In fact, why don’t you go save your precious crew while I stay down here and think about all the things I’m gonna do to you later you fucking dick!” shooing him away with cat scratches as he stumbled up towards the fighting. 

“I’ll be back, my sweet siren,” trying to signal his apology, his amber eyes boring into yours as he looked for any sign of forgiveness, “and you can do whatever you see fit to me,” bowing as he smirked, running his ass up to fight the good fight as you rolled your eyes, thinking of ideas to pummel his ass later on. 

I HOPE THIS WAS CHEEKY ENOUGH FOR YOU! BLOWHOLE IS NEAR AND DEAR TO MY HEART AND HE’S SUCH A DICK HE DESERVES A RIGHT BEATING FROM US FOR SURE! 😂

oneshot taglist: @maybe-your-left, @safarigirlsp, @clydesfavoritegirl, @emeraldsiren20, @thepalaceofmelanie, @bpdbensoloblog, @hopeamarsu, @caillea

[shsl-gay-nurse]

OH BOY BACK TO MA BULLSHIT so time for me to ramble more about that cookie run AU that nobody but me and one (1) friend care about also im finally naming the AU, “cookie run totoverse AU” cuz I can’t think of anything better So how about I actually explain the AU for once, ima ramble about what some of the ocean cookies got going on fdsklfsd, originally while writing I was gonna do more, but I wanna play cookie run now LJKSFD NOT PROOF READ BTW

TW: mentions of child abuse and gaslighting 

-captain ice cookie goes by both “ice captain” and “captain ice” in this au PURLEY BECUASE I KEEP FUCKING UP HER NAME H E L P M E -how captain ice and peppermint meet is that, oneday peppermint gets onto ice captains ship thinking its a whale, captain ice is confused as to why theirs this random child at sea and asks where their parents are. peppermint says that they don’t know their parents and they just kinda travel around with whales n’ other sea life. hearing that ice captain decided that peppermint can stay with her till she finds some actual care for them -pirate cookie is NOT a good person in this au, sorry but im projecting my daddy issues onto the shark. im not going into detail but pirate really isn't a great parent, and holds resentment towards sorbet for not being able to save his leg -it comes to a head oneday when pirate gets drunk off his ass. he goes to  just chill but see’s sorbet shark chewing on the deck railing again (sorbet likes to chew on things, if it fits in their mouth its getting chewed on). being drunk the man has no filter so just goes off on this poor child, screaming everything that he’s been holding back. sorbet backs away into a wall in an attempt to distance themselves from pirate in fear, but pirate follows and continues his rant. eventually pirate gets so pissed that he punches the wall above sorbets head, witch sorbet shark mistakes as pirate attempting to hurt them, due to feeling like their in danger sorbet kicks pirate with all their strength, causing the man to fall over. once pirates on his ass sorbet makes a break for the ocean, jumping off the deck and swimming as fast and as hard as they can, wanting as much distance between them and pirate as possible -sorbet doesn't stop swimming till they eventually see ice captains ship, they head towards it as they want to see peppermint cookie. peppermint cookie can hear sorbet screaming their name and goes near the edge of the ship to see whats up, only to get knocked over when sorbet jumps out of the water and into them, clinging onto them in fear. peppermint asks them whats wrong and sorbet starts crying, witch soon causes peppermint to start crying

-captain ice comes onto the deck to see two crying children and is hella confused, it takes her awhile to calm them both down but eventually she succeeds. she pulls both children into a hug and has sorbet explain whats wrong (with peppermint to translate cuz sorbet goes “ooOOooO”) -after sorbet explains what happened, captain ice is FURIOS with pirate cookie, whatever small traces of "friendly rivalry” the two had are gone and she has every intention of throwing that cookie and his crew in jail. worth noting that- pirates crew would often gaslight sorbet whenever they tried talking about things pirate did to them, so sorbet eventually stopping trying to reach out. captian ice also decides that, yeah no sorbet is not going back to pirate and will instead stay with her still she can find better care for the two children -sorbet needs some time to warm up to ice captain and her crew. oneday while sorbet shark is attempting to help clean the ship they accidentally knock something over, captain ice see’s this and walks over witch causes them to start panicking. ice captain calms them down first and then tells them “its okay accidents happen, lets just be more carful next time” then helps them clean it up. theirs a few incidents like this where accidents happen and sorbet thinks they’ll be screamed at, but that just doesn't happen. even when they do get in trouble captain ice never raises her voice at them. this causes sorbet to start feeling way safer and open up to the crew

-peppermint will often get piggybacks from sorbet in their shark form when their in water. the two will often zoom around the ship or travel off a bit to look at sea life (while promising to be back at x time to ice captain)  -after a bit of having the kids living with her, ice captain gets really attached to the two and goes “fuck it im adopting them now”, you can pry momma ice captain  from my cold dead hands I love that concept sm -so like I said earlier sorbet likes to chew on things, they just feel like they need to and can’t explain why. after ice captain learns this she buys some chew necklace’s for them in the shape of different sea life, this makes sorbet very very happy -sorbet shark has a tendency to bring things from the ocean back onto the ship witch they consider “treasure”, usually things like pearls, shells, shiny rocks and very rarely items from sunken ships. ice captain lets them keep these things as long as they aren't dangerous (like rusty or sharp) and make sure to not leave them laying around the deck. sorbet will often give “treasures” to peppermint and they both have little chests that they store these “treasures” in and will sometimes trade with each other thats all I got for now- yeah its like 80% just sorbet shark but- leave me alone I get brainrot for my comfort characters sometimes 

[toniri]

Uma and her life being a Cecaelia headcanons

Has lowkey breathing problems. Cecaelia have to live underwater until they’re two so their “earth lungs” can develop. Ursula had no time for that and kept Uma in a bucket filled with salt water, it’s also the reason as to why she was such a small kid.

Fangs. Cecaelia era predatory, she eats living fish right out of the water and gives 0 fucks about it. The crew finds it creepy, Harry finds it hot.

Gills. On both sides of her neck.She always hid it in an astronomical amount of pirate clothes and only Harry and Gil knew about it. Once they got to Auradon she stopped doing it since it’s ALWAYS hot compared to the isle.

Is the queen of hidration, walks around with a giGANTIC bottle of water and still complains about being thirsty 30 hours of the day

She taught the whole crew how to swim, after seeing a bunch of drunk adults falling into the water and drowing daily. It wasn’t an easy job, the waters are shark infested and she was born knowing how to swim so that makes her a pretty shitty teacher. They learned, but Gil took over the teaching job for the new members.

The isle Really fucked her over. Her magic was locked. Her legs hurt since they are not hers, not really. Her breathing sucks and everything is dry dry dry. To her, the isle makes her drown.

You cannot do shit on the docks without her knowing.Really. This girl talks to fish and has a shit ton of pet sharks and crocodiles. She knows everything.

Always knows when it’s low or high tide. Knows the coming of storms and hurricanes and earthquakes days earlier than it happens. Knows the direction of the winds and the tides like it’s the back of her hand and it makes her a pretty good ship captain.

Bioluminescence. She has scales on her neck, waist, face, legs, arms etc.. When it gets really fucking dark she will start glowing like a lighthouse. It makes her shitty at night missions but it’s a pretty cool party trick

Second pair of eyelids. duh.

When she jumped out of the boat and became a full fledged cecaelia she never felt more at home and at the same time more estranged. She is in the ocean, her home. But it’s not. Her people aren’t here, she couldn’t free them and her crew is her family and her home is where her family is. She spent the whole year trying different types of magic to bring the barrier down and getting more and more mad when it didn’t work. There was a LOT of storms that year. Harry always knew it was her.

Her only company was a lone blue whale named Alan, she used to sleep os his back and eat coconuts while complaining to him that Mal couldn’t see past her own problems

After everyone is in Auradon she takes Harry to explore the ocean EVERYWHERE. He loves it and loves her even more. They see sunkes ships, Atlantica, Deep sea creatures, the Kraken you name it. When they kiss for the first time, they are underwater.

Sleeps in the tub sometimes. It freaked Audrey (her roomate) SO MUCH the first time but eh at least Uma doesn’t snore

She HATES sea world. Ben takes everyone there once and it reminds her so much of the isle she just. walks right out. jumps into the enclosure. and spends full ten minutes talking to the orcas and running from the trainers. Known marine animal activist

After a while she takes the lost revenge, her crew and goes exploring. The sea was always her calling anyway.

Jetsam and Floatsam follow her from time to time. She doesn’t know the fuck her mom is up to and doesn’t want to know.

Is immune to human sickness and any stingray/jellyfish toxin

She has some strong trust issues with the fae. Her mom didn’t like them. Harry didn’t like them. Mal fucked her over. Maleficent was a crap leader and FG locked them in the isle. The only one she likes it’s Jane, they bond over magic.

Her moods bring over the WORST storms. Also arousal.But only Harry knows WHY some minor eartquakes happen at night.

She has Blue blood (it makes blood tranfusions,,, complicated) and 3 hearts. Octopus are really some weird fucking creatures lemme tell you.

I headcanon that every magical being on the isle has colorful hair. it’s how their magical ancestry manifests. Uma has teal hair. Mal dark purple. Evie has streaks of blue since her mother used to mess with magic (the mirror, her castle etc)

Every week she goes back to the sea Or else bad things happen

Siren song is a DEADLY thing that she had to learn how to control. Her voice has a lot of power to it.

her First friend was Mal who represented fire fire fire and she was betrayed but her Best friend was Harry and he had eyes like the ocean and she always saw it as a sign.

Can do some crazy powerful shit but the farthest from water, the weaker the magic

Creates copy’s of water. Of herself. She really hates goodness class and, more often than not, sends her copy to the class.

Crazy ass wild sea creatures on a aquarium on her room. Do not question.

She took Carlos to a see a sea turtle hatching when he was in vet school. They bond over animals.

She teaches Evie magic, Evie’s mother is a witch and while Uma’s is a sea witch, her magic is more compatible to Evie’s than Mal’s

Her mother’s necklace is NOT the source of her power. It only increases it. Also gives her legs so FG let her keep it

[justalittlelitnerd]

The Hunter by L.J. Shen

Once upon a time there was a magic castle in which everything wilted but the soul of one boy.

Disclaimer: I didn’t realize when I added this book to my TBR that it was Hunter from the All Saints High series partly because Hunter was such a background character in the other books and partly because this is the first in a new series.

I was a bit apprehensive about this book because even though I loved the All Saints High series I wasn’t completely sold on the premise of the sex tape leading to family insituted house arrest/babysitting and the way the story starts didn’t ease my apprehension about Hunter’s likability. But I quickly got invested because as gross as Hunter was at the beginning (and he was honestly pretty skeevy) it was clear that he acted the way he did because of his family which was all sorts of fucked up (which was to be expected with Shen). 

I honestly got a little teary at the end because his character growth was so amazing and honestly unprecedented in the scope of the All Saints High series because Penn and Knight were already good guys going through family drama/trauma and I’m still not convinced that Vaughn isn’t just a psychopath who fell in love (can you tell I’m still shook by Angry God??) but Hunter went from a guy who I sincerely had trouble seeing settling down to a guy who was willing to give up everything for the girl he loves. 

The “Song of the Day” moments were a little weird, but worth it for the perfectly chosen references that made me laugh. 

I am already sold on the novels to come in this series because I want to know who will get Kill to fall in love and the thought of Sailor’s mobster brother Sam with Hunter’s wholesome little sister Aisling just sounds like a good time. 

Keep reading for some of my favorite quotes (forewarning I made over 100 highlights on my kindle for this book and had a hard time cutting it down)! 

"A white, male billionaire in the middle of a whale-sized sex scandal is not, in fact, the most empathetic creature known to mankind.”

I had this game I played with myself, since I was my only steady companion in life. I changed places and crews so often, I had to find something to anchor me. The game consisted of choosing a daily song that defined my mood. Today, it was clearly “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones. Because shit, I could use a hideaway right about now.

Hunter Fitzpatrick was unfairly, undeniably, irrefutably stunning. Shockingly so. In a way that made me resent him simply because men that handsome aren’t trustworthy. Let me amend—men in general aren’t trustworthy. The pretty ones were extra mean, though. That was a lesson I’d learned in high school that wasn’t in the syllabus.

“Listen to me carefully, Hunter Fitzpatrick. I may seem like an insecure, average-looking geek to you. And you know what? That’s who I am. I own it. But make no mistake, this insecure geek comes from a long line of people you do not want to screw with, and their savagery rubbed off on me as well. I will not hesitate to pierce your pretty, spoiled-prince heart with one of my pointy arrows.”

“Bet? Yo?” Kill looked at me like I was a horrific car accident. “Who talks like that? What do you have against the English language? You seem to butcher it whenever the opportunity presents itself. Did English hurt you when you were young? Show me where on the doll.”

The little she-devil knew how to work a deadly weapon with Olympic skill. If anyone needed protection in that goddamn apartment, it was me.

“Any other people you want to talk to about our conversation, or can you just grow a pair and be a decent fucking human?” When they put it like that, I guess I really didn’t have much choice. Also, was I being judged by a couple of murderers? I really should take a long, hard look at my life.

“The only person Hunter Fitzpatrick is capable of loving is himself. Even then, he does a shitty job. Look at all the mess he got himself into.”

It was funny how Hunter believed he was dumb, and I believed I was unattractive—and that these opposite sources of insecurity made us enemies. I despised him for his looks, and he thought I was an unattractive bore.

Sailor confirmed that finding good food spots was her talent. Which, side note, made her marriage material, if I was into monogamy.

If I were a king going to war, I’d want her to lead my army. Bitch would destroy anything in her path to get what she wanted.

Hunter blinked, making a show of treating Junsu like a world-class idiot. He was good at it—a hurricane you wanted to chase, jam-crammed with charisma, humor, and self-assurance.

The implausible tininess of her person in contrast to the impact she had on my life made me want to tear this place to its bones and watch it collapse, brick by brick.

He was a lonely prince—untouchable, yet in need of a hug. Brilliant, yet deeply misunderstood. Sitting on a throne of broken expectations and disappointment. I wondered if he’d ever know he was smart and brave and goodhearted. I wondered if I’d be the foolish girl to let him in on that secret. I realized he was right. I was the archer, but he was the true hunter.

Watching him watch me felt like being buried alive. Before his eyes landed on me, I’d felt like I was wearing the wrong skin, the wrong face. Because of his gaze, I felt beautiful, and that was seriously addictive.

Number of hearts that perished in the Hunter-storm wake. Number of times he’d heard the word no and effortlessly turned it into a yes. Number of tears shed because of this gorgeous creature, who couldn’t help being who he was.

“Cross my heart and hope to die, when I first saw you in that parking lot, I knew your blood type was gold. I think we’ll be a good lesson for each other, Sailor. You don’t know how to live, and I don’t know how to do anything but live hedonistically.” As he said that, I realized I’d never felt more mortal. But being mortal was being alive. I had so much to lose. So much to gain. So much to feel.

He was fearless, and a rebel, and a sinner, and a saint. A prince who’d never wanted his title. A pure-hearted rake. He was everything a woman should run away from, personified. And yet here I was, falling deeper.

"Do you give a damn about anything?” I jested. My parents had fucked both of us up thoroughly, but in different ways. I cared too much and acted up. He didn’t care about anything at all. “I’m sure I do, but I’ve yet to find it,” he said. “Liar.” “The truth is overrated—an uncreative, uninspired way of seeing things.”

The truth was, for the past few months, there was nowhere I’d rather be than with Hunter Fitzpatrick. He was my home, the little corner in the universe that understood me.

“I called you Sailor because I wanted you to see the world, to visit continents, to cross oceans and seas. In ancient times, sailors used to tattoo sparrows on their skin before leaving the docks. It brought them luck, you see. And since my name is Sparrow, I want to bring you luck. I want you to carry me everywhere in spirit. I’ll be there for you always. Only I think I failed, my brave girl. I think I failed you miserably. I hope he succeeds. I hope he knows you are so much more than beautiful. You are real.”

He was mine, even when he wasn’t.

[terramythos]

TerraMythos' 2020 Reading Challenge - Book 1 of 26

Title: The Devil and the Deep: Horror Stories of the Sea (2018)

Author: Various (edited by Ellen Datlow)

Genre/Tags: Short Story Anthology, Horror (Various), Female Protagonist(s), LGBT Protagonist(s). 

Rating: 7/10 (note: this is an average of all the stories)

Date Began: 1/1/2020

Date Finished: 1/6/2020

I don’t usually read short story collections. But since I kicked off 2020 with a trip outside the US, I wanted something that could easily be picked up and read in short bursts. So I dove into a short story anthology @mistressofmuses gave me for Christmas. Since I was staying on the coast, this seemed like an appropriate choice. 

This anthology is a collection of 15 original horror stories by different authors, each somehow associated with the sea. Like any anthology, they were pretty hit or miss, but there were some I really enjoyed. Honorable mentions (scoring 8/10 or higher): 

Fodder’s Jig by Lee Thomas (9/10) 

The Whalers Song by Ray Cluley (9/10) 

A Ship of the South Wind by Bradley Denton (8/10) 

Broken Record by Stephen Graham Jones (8/10) 

A Moment Before Breaking by A. C. Wise (9/10) 

Sister, Dearest Sister, Let Me Show To You The Sea by Seanan McGuire (10/10) 

He Sings of Salt and Wormwood by Brian Hodge (10/10)

For a brief summary of all the stories and impression of each, see below the cut. These are in the order they appear and contain minor/implied spoilers.

1. Deadwater by Simon Bestwick - 4/10

Summary: A man living in a coastal tourist town is found dead by the shore. When her cop boyfriend rules it a suicide, the man's best friend Emily investigates the death on her own.

Thoughts: This one was very predictable. I'd figured out the "twist" and exactly how it would end by the half way point. It wasn’t super exciting and the writing just wasn't engaging for me. I did appreciate the occasional thematic callback and the whole thing about broken people needing to stick together, but there wasn’t enough of that in the actual story to sell me on it. 

2. Fodder’s Jig by Lee Thomas - 9/10 

Summary: Two men in their 60s fall in love with each other and try to form a life together. However, amid one’s rough divorce, a bizarre disease emerges that causes people to dance wildly and speak in tongues after exposure to the ocean. When one of the two men begins to exhibit symptoms of the disease, everything changes. Thoughts: Well done, creepy cosmic horror, and the ending was phenomenal. I loved that it was about two old gay dudes trying to find happiness late in life, struggling with manipulative family issues, and how all of it seamlessly blended with the horror. The prose was great too, and the zinger when you fully understand the title is... an experience. I thought it was interesting that the flashback scenes were in present tense and the current scenes were in past tense, but it sort of makes sense with the themes of the story.  

3. The Curious Allure of the Sea by Christopher Golden - 7/10 

Summary: A woman's father is lost at sea. To honor his memory, she tattoos herself with a strange symbol found in his abandoned boat. However, afterward, sea creatures and people alike find themselves drawn to her. Thoughts: It was moderately creepy. The part where Jenny burns off the tattoo (spoilers) was viscerally horrifying. Beyond that, it didn't stick out a whole lot. Sort of like a “wouldn’t that be fucked up?” Twilight Zone episode. 

4. The Tryal Attract by Terry Dowling - 5/10 

Summary:  After a conversation with his neighbor, a man agrees to spend several nights in the neighbor's house to commune with a talking human skull which he has recurring dreams about. 

Thoughts: The prose was good enough, but the actual horror element was sort of like one of those creepypastas that’s just unintentionally funny. It felt very Scooby Doo and I don’t think that was the intent. 

5. The Whalers Song by Ray Cluley - 9/10 

Summary: When a Norwegian whaling ship sinks after a catch, the small crew manages to escape. On shore, however, the eerie artifacts they find of old whaling ships are more than they bargained for.

Thoughts: Way way way eerie, and the prose was great; very stilted yet beautiful. There was an underlying theme of the past and present, which Cluley explores in multiple ways. It has a slow start but it pays off. One of the more haunting ones in the collection. 

6. A Ship of the South Wind by Bradley Denton - 8/10 

Summary: Three years after the Civil War, two Native Americans -- a boy named Charley and his uncle JoJim -- are accosted by a group of travelers in the plains of Kansas. They find that help comes from an unexpected source-- an eccentric, quasi-supernatural figure named Captain Thomas, whom JoJim met decades ago.

Thoughts: Honestly, setting a sea-themed horror story entirely in Kansas was a power move, but I think it worked. Did a great job building and maintaining tension. I loved the small details, like keeping the villains as "Red-beard" and "Black-beard" even after we learn their real names to keep things nautical. It's kind of like if No Country for Old Men crossed over with a pretty good episode of Goosebumps with some pseudo steampunk elements.

7. What My Mother Left Me by Alyssa Wong - 6/10 

Summary:  Following the death of her mother and breakup with her abusive boyfriend, Emma and her new girlfriend visit her mom's old beach house to collect her things. However, things get weird when they discover partially decomposed, yet still living fish along the shore.

Thoughts: I’m torn on this one. The writing was really good, but it felt like the story couldn’t decide between being a straight-up slasher flick or a deep, heartfelt exploration of family and surviving domestic abuse. I really felt like it needed to be longer, as both elements felt underdeveloped. 

8. Broken Record by Stephen Graham Jones - 8/10 

Summary: A man is trapped on a deserted island.

Thoughts:  I do not want to spoil the "twist" of this one but it's good and a fun scenario to imagine. Toed the line between humor and horror well.  

9. Saudade by Steve Rasnic Tem - 5/10 

Summary: A man agrees to go on a senior singles cruise at the behest of his daughters, but feels awkward and out of place. He is drawn to a bizarre woman who occasionally appears and causes something strange and unsettling to happen.

Thoughts: The writing is good, but Tem spends the bulk of the story focusing on protagonist Lee wandering a cruise ship and being sad about it. I loved the ending and its callback to an earlier, seemingly unrelated scene, but beyond that I feel there’s way more you can do with the inherent horror of a cruise ship. 

10. A Moment Before Breaking by A. C. Wise - 9/10 

Summary: While a little girl and her mother are immigrating to the United States, the ship they are on suddenly sinks. The girl is captured by cultists who perform a strange ritual, binding her to a creature called the prince of the sea.

Thoughts: I really dug this one-- it's just so weird. I loved how the narrative treated the shared body between Ana and the prince, and that we get to see Ana in various stages of her life. The prose was gorgeous. Definitely one of my favorites in the collection.

11. Sister, Dearest Sister, Let Me Show To You The Sea by Seanan McGuire - 10/10 

Summary: When her little sister drowns her in the tide pools by their Washington home, a teenage girl makes a deal with an eel-like entity of the sea to get her revenge. Thoughts: "Holy fucking shit" was pretty much all I could say when I finished this one. Visceral body horror at its finest, and I'm always a sucker for revenge. The prose was beautiful and horrid in the best way. I'm a big fan of the author already but this exceeded my expectations.

12. The Deep Sea Swell by John Langan - 3/10 

Summary: A couple is traveling by ship. One of the two, Susan, recalls a few supernatural stories their mutual friend Giorgio told them before she has her own supernatural encounter.

Thoughts: I found myself begging the author to press the enter key on his keyboard a few times. Beyond that, this was the first story that actually challenged my suspension of disbelief with what happens and how it relates to the main character. I didn't find the horror element very scary at all. There were some cool visuals but that's about all I got out of it. 

13. He Sings of Salt and Wormwood by Brian Hodge - 10/10 

Summary: During a deep sea diving exercise, a competitive surfer comes across an old, sunken yacht. He is horrified by the strange worm-like creatures devouring the wood. However, when he returns home to his wife, they begin to find strange, humanoid carvings every day on the Oregon coast. Thoughts: GOD was this good. Superb voice and writing, very creepy, and everything comes together so well in the ending. I felt an emotional connection to the love and longing between Danny and Gail, which is always hard to accomplish in a short story. Just a stellar read.

14. Shit Happens by Michael Marshall Smith - 3/10 

Summary: A higher-up from a tech conglomerate attends a company conference aboard a converted boat-hotel, but things go south when guests start to experience acute gastrointestinal distress. Thoughts: This gets like 3 points for making me genuinely laugh a few times and -7 points for everything else.

15. Haunt by Siobhan Carroll - 6/10 

Summary: In 1799, a cargo ship is troubled by a ghost ship on their trail. When the passengers and crew are stranded in the middle of the ocean, the dark pasts of the crew slowly come to light. Thoughts: The writing was good, the author clearly knows her shit, and I can admire what she is going for. However, the whole thing was just a bit too brutal and graphic for me, especially knowing that some of the things described were based on real events. I guess that was probably the point based on her author’s note, but I can’t recommend this as an entertaining read. 

[junipersheepy]

📃📌💎

📃 what is the plot of your hyperfixation? and is it a movie, game, show, etc? Okok so my main hyper fixation is this video game called endless ocean (both the first and second one, though I play the second one most frequently.) Basically you play as a marine biologist/scuba diver/underwater salvager/archeologist/etc person, and there’s a storyline that goes with each game. In the first one you’re on a ship with this other girl and you have like, mini story points and adventures n stuff I honestly don’t really remember the plot of that one but the end goal is finding the Ancient Mother, an albino blue whale. And in the second one you join a grandfather-daughter diving company, the daughter has a pendant whistle thing, and basically you travel the world trying to find clues to locate the Pacifica Treasure (which the daughter’s father died trying to find) and there are more parts of the whistle and the whistle makes dolphins and whales do weird things, get new friends/crew members, and there’s like, a good amount of like, Egyptian mythology tied in and it’s So Fucking Cool.

📌 how did you find your hyperfixation? My parents bought it for me when I was like 3 or 4 haha. I did not understand how deep the game was when I was little and now that I’m a lot older I love it a thousand times more.

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share? I have poured probably well over 6,000 hours into this game ksjxmxmd

Along with the Kool Story it has, it’s actually extremely scientific and probably could be classified as an educational game tbh dkdjxmdm you learn so much about marine biology while playing it (these games single-handedly created my SI in marine biology kdjdxmdk.) You can dive for fun, go treasure hunting, explore ruins and shipwrecks, go cave diving, deep-sea trench diving, befriend and train dolphins, curate an aquarium, find “legendary creatures” (these are usually extinct creatures, variations of creatures like albinism or different sizes/colourings, and I think only one made up creature, which was a type of baleen whale,) and discover creatures and unlock facts and information about them (there are literally hundreds of different animals in this game from tropical fish to freshwater species to birds to seals to deep sea creatures, to obscure things, a little bit of everything.)

If you want to watch playthroughs of it I recommend watching smaller channel’s playthroughs of it. I know the Game Grumps did a playthrough but I couldn’t watch it because of how funny they are? It’s a game best experienced with a more serious mindset to truly appreciate it.

[npc-says]

Joe: Sharkboy and Friends

If sharks had facial expressions, Joe would appear to be deep in thought. At least that’s the observation his friend makes when they reconvene at the underwater cave off of the Southeastern Trident Coast. 

Joe supposes they are all friends by now, the whole pack of them. He preferred to go it alone, especially since his crew abandoned him, but traveling the seas alone got pretty lonely. There were friends he could make on land but he was determined not to go back there.  Luckily, he wasn’t alone in that sentiment; he managed to find others like him, who also spoke Common, who lived another life on land but chose to remain underwater instead. 

“You good?” Nelson asks. The deep voice comes from a small crab that’s sitting on the cave floor. 

“Yeah, the sahaugins are out again, that’s all,” Joe grunts. He floats low above the ocean floor and rotates in place, like a hog tied on a spit, to stay in motion. He can’t stop thinking about the conversation with the water elemental, or the soft, warm hands that healed him. He’d been out in these waters long enough to tell a water elemental from a water weird, but he’d never actually interacted with either. And nobody had ever offered to help heal him.

“Man, fuck those guys,” Nelson grumbles. “They used to just leave us alone if we left them alone. But now they’re getting in our business.”

“Yeah, it’s been pretty weird,” Joe sighs. The whole point of leaving the land was to avoid all of the harassment and judgment from the humans. Where else was there to go if the sea was no longer welcoming? It was all a fucking mess. 

The water elemental’s suggestion of unity crosses his mind again. 

“You don’t think we should...y’know, fight back?” Joe wonders aloud. It’s not an idea that would have occurred to him without suggestion, as he was pretty accustomed to just laying low. That preference is what made him and Nelson fast friends.

“Maybe you can fight back,” Nelson says. “I don’t know if you’ve seen me lately, but I’m tiny as fuck. Someone will straight up eat me. I almost got sucked into a baleen whale’s mouth the other day. I’m never leaving this cave again.”

“Okay, but what if we all got together? That would be a hell of a fight. Yelvin alone would crush fucktons of sahaugin. Where the fuck is that guy anyway?”

“Haven’t seen Yelvin in ages, man.”

“He’s still in the South Forest huh,” Joe guesses. “Is that a thing he’s got going on there?” He tries not to sound too jealous.

“With the halfling girl? At least not since we last checked with him. Last time we talked to him, the halfling had a gnome girl staying with her, if you know what I mean.”

“Huh, no shit.” One of the rare times Joe had returned to land in the past few years, he tried making a pass at the halfling girl when they all visited Yelvin. Joe and the halfling girl spent the night together but nothing beyond that really materialized. She was beautiful, Joe remembered, and had no objections to his appearance. But she didn’t seem particularly pressed to ask Joe to stay, and he didn’t want to butt in on whatever Yelvin had going on there, if there was anything going on at all. It seemed more logical to return to the sea; with all of the bullshit going down in the rest of the country, Joe found his way back to The Golden Trident. Other than the usual merpeople and sahaugin shit, this place was relatively more bullshit-free. At least until recently. 

The whole deal with the dead octopi was just one of several odd things that had been cropping up in the past few weeks. For one, the sahaugin bastards were being a lot nosier than usual. Joe was used to them guarding the waters, but now they were seeking out sharks to command more often than usual. For what purpose, it was unclear, but it was undoubtedly what contributed to the scrape he found himself in today. 

And that whole deal with the water elemental? Also pretty weird. She was definitely not from around here, and people who weren’t from around here rarely survived long enough past the forests to poke around in the sea. But her healer friend definitely caught his eye, whatever he could see of her at least. What he did see, he definitely liked. Whether she would return the sentiment was a whole other issue. But hey, if he made good on his agreement to tell his buddies about this whole “revolution” thing, maybe the water elemental would make good on her end of the agreement and put in a good word for him. It didn’t hurt to try.

“Any idea if the twins are coming back soon?” Joe asks Nelson. He knows the twins have been itching for a fight longer than any of the rest of their group and would have loved the water elemental’s offer if they were there earlier. It was always Nelson’s words of caution and Joe’s indifference that deterred them from causing trouble. 

Maybe it was time to start causing trouble.

Almost as if on cue, a flurry of activity erupts at the mouth of the cave and Joe feels himself instinctively hover protectively over Nelson. A familiar pair of dolphins rush in, both nudging forward a giant octopus they recognize as one of their other friends, Manny. Even in the water, Manny is limp under the push of their noses.

Something is definitely wrong. 

“Was it the sahaugin?” Nelson asks. He scuttles over as Manny hovers above the ocean floor, moving only because his friends are disturbing the water around him. 

“No. Like they didn’t attack us or nothin’ like that,” one of the twins says. 

“We saw them nearby,” the other twin says. “I don’t know what they were doin’, but we passed through where they were and Manny just...stopped.”

“But they woke up the kraken — “

“ — so we came back with Manny as soon as we could.”

“He’s not dead, right?” Nelson asks. 

“No,” the twins say in unison.

“Shit man, we gotta steal some kolto,” Nelson says. “I mean, you guys have to steal some kolto. I’ll just like...stay here and watch Manny.”

Joe stares at his friends and wonders if there really was something to what the water elemental was suggesting. 

“I know where we can find a healer,” he finally says. The twins and Nelson turn to him. “I met someone new today. She asked if there were more like us out here and asked if we wanted to join her and her group. Some shit about a revolution. And she had a healer with her.”

“So thaaaaaat’s what that whole ‘fighting back’ shit was about, huh,” Nelson says. “Was she hot?”

“She was a water elemental.” Although now that he thinks about it, if that wasn’t her true form, maybe she was hot too? But the warmth of healing hands on his skin returns to his sense memory.

The twins don’t have to say anything for Joe to know that they’re down for whatever this fight will involve.

“Let’s call in Yelvin,” Joe adds. “Tell him to bring Rosalie too, I guess.”

“She’s not a fighter, though, you know that,” Nelson says. 

“Yeah, but she’s one of us. She doesn’t have to fight to help.”

The twins nod in agreement. “We’ll get them.”

Nelson sighs. “Fine, whatever. Joe, you think you can get Manny over to your healer by yourself?”

“You mean you’re not coming with?” Joe snorts.

“Absolutely fucking not. Just bring Manny back alive. And yourself too, I guess. Eat a sahaugin whole in my honor.”

Joe nudges the giant octopus forward as he watches the twins leave the cave quickly ahead of him. It’ll be nice to have Yelvin back, if he agrees to join them. It’s weird to feel like part of a group, and Joe’s not entirely sure if he should get too comfortable with the feeling. Fucking with the sahaugin and the merpeople is a more than welcomed distraction at that rate.

And still, he thinks again about the woman who healed him and hopes like hell she can help his friend. 

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Clumsy - Brendon Urie x Reader

Request: Hey my request didn’t go through... oh Tumblr *grrrrr* I was wondering if you could do one where the reader gets hurt, like breaks her arm or something and she is freaked out and in pain and panicking. (Maybe she is with the boys so Zack comforts her while they go get Brendon because he’s the only one who can calm her down?) Brendon brings her to the hospital and cute fluff. I broke my arm 2 weeks ago so I want a bren fic ❤️ let me know if you get this?

Warnings: pain, reader breaks their arm

Word count: 1 544

Should you have known it was a bad idea? Probably. Did you do it anyway? Yes.

The speaker you had climbed on was really not very high, maybe one and a half meters, so the thought of falling off was not very scary to you. You watched the boys build up the stage for tomorrow’s performance of Panic! at the Disco while you let your feet dangle off the edge of the speaker that was already in place. Music was blaring through the empty arena, motivating everyone to work. You would have helped, but since you somehow had managed to break a mic-stand a few days ago, the roadies preferred you to stay away from the equipment. You were not mad; you knew you had always been sort of clumsy. So instead of trying to help set up the stage you dangled your feet from your speaker-thrown and sung along to the Fall Out Boy song that was currently playing while giving advise where to put what for aesthetic reasons.

The guys were almost finished setting up the stage, when Zack came over. He leant against the side of the speaker and together you chatted about the last venues and how tour had been so far.

“How’s your little island up there,” Casper, a new member of the tour crew, asked.

“Pretty chill, nice view,” you answered, “wanna join me?”

You scooted aside and patted the now free space next to you, but the young man shook his head.

“Nah, I don’t think Brendon would approve.”

Brendon. You loved him, he was an amazing guy and how he had fallen for you was still a mystery to you, but he was known to get jealous and overprotective easily. Sometimes you thought it was cute, but sometimes it was annoying. You could well look after yourself and he should have no reason to get jealous just because someone sat on a speaker next to you. But you knew exactly that if he would walk in on that, he would start holding your hand and kiss you, and place his hand on your hip and all these little things that showed the world you were his. You liked it when he acted like that, it gave you the feeling of having a place in the world, a place by his side. But when it stopped other people from having a normal, harmless interaction with you, it was beyond unnerving.

“Imagine this is the ocean, and I’m a hungry shark,” Zack suddenly laughed, lifting his arms up to his head and moving them as if they were the jaws of a hungry predator, even if they reminded more of a crocodile than a shark, “and I want your feet for lunch. Hm, cheese!” It was obvious that he tried to distract the situation, but you let him, playing along to his joke.

He tried to grab your ankle but you quickly jumped up on top of the speaker, laughing down on him.

“Poor, Zack-shark, lunch’s gonna have to wait, your prey was faster,” you giggled, stepping back from the edge a little.

“Then I gotta do it like the killer whale and try to move around on land a little,” Zack threatened, reaching for your ankle again, this time reaching onto the speaker.

You took a few steps back, just so he could not reach you.

“Never,” you laughed.

“Just you wait,” Zack groaled and stretched a little.

You took another step back and anoth- The next step, where you had assumed to be more speaker proved to be air and with a suppressed scream you fell backwards of the speaker. Instinctively you reached behind you to avoid the heavy collision of your head with the floor. The impact pressed all air out of your body, and a sting went from your hands through your arm. You groaned quietly, barely noticing the surprised and worried shouts of the men, who quickly came around the speaker to see if you were okay. You sat up and rubbed your hands, trying to get the burning feeling away, but an increasing pain spread through your left arm. You bit your lip and slowly got up, careful not to use your left arm.

“You okay,” you finally heard Zack ask.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you mumbled, clenching your jaw; surely the pain in your arm would go away any minute.

“What’s wrong with your arm,” Casper now noticed.

“Nothing, it’s fine,” you answered, but instead of subsiding, the pain got worse and worse, slowly bringing tears into your eyes.

“Let me see,” Zack demanded.

Reluctantly you stretched out your arm for him to inspect, hissing at the pain.

“Oh, oh, I think you might’ve broken your arm,�� Zack mumbled concerned, “or at least sprained.”

“What,” you echoed weakly, feeling your heartrate rising at his words.

“Casper, get Brendon,” Zack commanded and Casper quickly started running towards the stage exit to find your boyfriend, “Hey there, don’t cry.”

He reached into his pocket to find a handkerchief with which he dipped the burning hot tears away that rolled down your cheeks now.

“It just fucking hurts,” you whimpered, trying to stay strong.

“It’s alright,” Zack whispered, gently brushing over your hair, “Bren’s gonna be here in a minute.”

“Okay,” you whispered.

You felt dizzy and a little sick from the pain so you sat down, just when Brendon came running on stage, wearing a white shirt and some blue jeans, his hair wild and wet, probably from taking a shower.

“What happened,” he asked, rushing over to you and falling to his knees in front of you.

“She fell off the speaker and I think she broke her arm,” Zack explained.

Brendon had gently stroked your cheek, but at Zack’s words he shot around.

“Off the speaker, what do you mean, off the speaker,” he asked, his voice suddenly having taken a dangerous nuance.

“Bren,” you mumbled, but he got up, grabbed Zack by the arm and pulled him away a few feet.

“Why did you let them climb up there, you know how clumsy they are,” he whisper-shouted, then ran his hand over his face.

“Bren, let it go,” you whispered.

Your quiet voice drew his attention back to you and once again he rushed over to you, falling to his knees by your side.

“Does it hurt a lot,” he asked, his voice soft and full of worry.

“Yeah, kinda,” you smiled, trying to mask how painful it really was.

“Then let’s get you to a hospital, check what’s wrong, okay baby?”

His big brown eyes stared into your sparkling ones for a moment, then you nodded.

~*~

A few hours later you were back at the hotel where the band and crew was staying for two nights. Your left arm was tightly wrapped into a plaster cast. As the x-ray had shown, there was clear crack through your radius. Luckily it was no compound fracture, otherwise you would have needed an operation, but this way a simple cast was enough. You were lying on the hotel bed, feeling a little dizzy from the amount of painkillers you had been given at the hospital, but at least the pain radiating from your arm was almost completely gone by now.

Brendon stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a shirt and some black sweatpants. His hair was still disheveled, even though dry now. He had run his hands through it countless times within the last hours. Never once had he left your side while in the hospital, except for when the x-ray had to be taken. The whole time he had held your hand or hugged out, ran his fingers over your hair or whispered calming words into your ear. You were exhausted from the pain and Brendon was just as exhausted from worrying the whole time. He would probably never admit it, but he suffered with you the whole time.

Now he crawled on the bed next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and gently pulled you into his chest. His warm body under your hands relaxed you immediately. He tilted your head upwards and kissed you sweetly. You melted into the touch, your already dizzy head getting even dizzier.

“You’ve been so strong and brave today,” he whispered, pecking your lips again before resting back against the pillows.

You nuzzled your head against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat for a few seconds. Damn him, being able to kiss you so deliciously and still having a steady heartbeat while yours was going all haywire.

“Thank you for being there for me,” you answered.

You could basically hear his frown as he spoke again.

“I told you before; there’s nothing to thank me for. I’d do anything for you,” he said, one of his hands running up and down your uninjured arm.

You smiled a little, and then a little more when you noticed how his heartrate had picked up at this confession.

“And I’d do anything for you,” you responded quietly, again noticing the little jump in his pulse.

Brendon just hummed quietly at that, but you were sure he was smiling. Not long after both of you had fallen asleep in each other’s embrace.

[godseyegalaxy]

Candle and the Wax Flower 3

From afar the massive bodies looked just like caped sized boats. Maybe discolored in the twilight blue, but it was a risk the pirate captain was willing to take. Summer storms were common, and a capsized boat could bring in treasures, information, or occasionally, people. Icora wasn’t in the business of selling lives, but, as she learned early on, people were good for other things too. When the ship moved closer rocking steadily in the placid water, and found the sea a deep ink color, the crew were glad of the little detour.

Mermen and women lay floating, shifting along with the waves and current underneath. Icora watched as their whale-like bodies bobbed up and down. It was a tragedy, the death of such a long-lived creature, but, as the captain said, with tragedy comes trove. Just one semi-preserved body could gain a small fortune, depending on the buyer.

She ordered her crew to try and grapple one of the bodies—that’s all that they would need—and bring in onto the boat. She didn’t want to say a small one, a child, but the crew understood. They went to work immediately, setting up a pulley system and gathering nets.

Brinkley stood and watched from above, watched the waters as if he was counting all the bodies. His black features showing no emotion. Icora let her crew work and joined her first mate as he stared off into the horizon.

“They’ll sink to the bottom.” He said, slowly pulling away from his trance to look at her. His captain, worn by the sea storm wind and pelting rain, but not by age itself.      

“Hail and well met to you too.” Was all she said.

He stared at her, black eyes reflecting the gold lamp light and blinked once, twice. “I… I’m sorry, Captain, please forgive me. Its just…” His eyes glazed over again. “I have the strange feeling that something is not right.”

“There are bodies the size of ships scattered in the hundreds here, Brinkley I know something is wrong.”

“It’s… not just that.” He turned his gaze back out to the waters. The light was gone now. “The merpeople should be sinking. Bodies sink.”

Icora didn’t have the energy to ask just how well Brinkley knew that fact. She already knew that he’d swam with enough dead and debris by his side to speak the truth. But still, his discomfort was off putting. Brinkley would worry about the smallest of things, yes, but when it came to dangers, a rising storm, a pissed off business dealer, Brinkley never showed traces of secondary thoughts. What was he really thinking?

Just as she was about to reply, Denokin, a workmen and a skilled wood carver, shouted the captain’s name from below.

Both Icora and Brinkley looked down and the scrambling men and women. Half of them pulled on ropes and levers, while the other half switched from staring down into the water to readying their weapon.

“Captain Icora, there’s something thrashing in the waters coming closer to the ship!” Denokin yelled. “We think another group of merfolk.”

“Naturally.” Icora said to no one in particular, then, “Work to get the body on board, everyone!” Her voice booming in the night-nipped air. Icora grabbed Brinkley’s arm and lead him to the main deck, half readied weapons leaning against the wooden wall. With her people on one side of the deck, the other lay free for just the two of them.

“Do you want me to help pull up the body?” Brinkley’s voice was still far off, like he was still trying to solve the puzzle.

“No. I need you to tell me what you see. What you hear. Quickly.”

Icora knew what she saw; blue black waves reaching out to make what she had the unfortunate habit of calling home, dark islands appearing like tumors on the horizon, carcasses floating face down and, if she strained her eyes against the orange glow emanating behind her, she could see bursts of water exploding from the surface, meters above the highest sail.

“Screams.” Brinkley said. Then, as if hit in the chest, he woke and looked around frantically. “Screams, Icora, there are two still alive and they fight under the water, something- something to do with a gang.”

“Is it something that needs interfering?”

“I don’t know. The little one won’t survive against him. There is more than we dont understand.”

“I know.” Icora said as she shed off her heavy coat and outer accessories.

“What are you doing.” He didn’t wait to start shedding his own coat, holding onto a sleek dagger with his teeth as he did.

“If ‘He’ wins and finds out we’re taking one of his own aboard then we might be next on his kill list. I’d rather pass on that.”

Brinkley nodded and turned to watch the encroaching geyser. Like a clockwork machine, Icora issued command after command, grabbing rope and tying it securely around herself and the end of the deck. Teket and Salem joined them, fashioning Brinkley a harness like Icora’s and quickly equipped them both, captain and first mate, with more daggers.

“Icora!” Brinkley shouted, now finally seeing individual scales on the mermaid’s tail, how some of them were torn off and bloodied.

Without another word, Icora dove into the water.

-

Tio screamed in fury as another cut appeared on his face-- A high pitched scream that made the water shake in his fury. More blood seeped into the warm, blackened waters as his tail, thick and rattled with scars, pinned Cere in the rush of water.

As small as Cere was compared to the gang leader, she spit and clawed at his eyes like she was equal in size. Her hair whipped around them, blurring the lines between herself and her soon to be murderer and her screams of rage matched his in intensity. Cere wanted to bite out his throat. There was once a time where she was trained to defend herself. To fight. But with every one dead in the water, there wasn’t a point to keep appearances up.

Killed them. Killed them all. This bastard kill all her brothers and sisters and threated to lay waist to The Mother. Cere felt the brush of cold, dead flesh against her forearm and struggled to move beyond it. No one ever took them seriously, no one would ever dare hurt the mother of the deep. But these bastards.

White hot anger clouded her vision as she screamed again. She pulled her arm free from his grasp and, ignoring the pain, shot forward, clawing his eyes again.

They poisoned their bodies-- sick fucks—and cried out for war. Cere and her siblings only knew something was wrong when they died smiling, viscous and animal. They figured out soon enough, however.

And now their bodies float. Never to see the bottom of the ocean and thus, rest. Not like her siblings. Not like her.

She pushed out of his range, Tio barely missing her torn and ruined fin. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. He mattered. His death mattered.

There was a moment of silence. Her long hair swirled through the water as she spun circles in the water. They looked at each other, the last of each tribe as far as Cere knew, and she the only one standing between him and The Mother.

A low growl emanated from her chest. Now was not the time to think. Another dagger found its way into her hand, one of his martyrs. She surged forward, aiming for his chest.

But just before she could, a column of loud, white bubbles appeared to their side. A flash of metal flew through the water and caught on Tio’s arm. The bubbles cleared to show two creatures, swimming with unbelievable speed towards her and Tio.

Cere’s vision flashed white as Tio’s hands raked across her face, pulling her hair down. It seemed that the dagger didn’t bother him, nor the other beings. Cere screamed again, reaching up and pulling at his own hair, pulling and pulling until chunks started to pull off his skull. She wondered briefly why he didn’t pull hers.

Maybe he was more a gentleman than her.

Cere ripped and clawed at his face, adrenaline bursting through her veins once again. She had to do it now. Kill him now. And then deal with the intruders.

Except, she didn’t have time.

A surprisingly strong arm wrapped around her torso and pulled her away from Tio. She saw through her tendrils of hair an arm pull down on rope before she was being pulled through the water again.

Pulled and pulled and pulled and-

Cere felt her whole body grow heavy the water was stripped from her side. Hot moist air hit her lungs as she automatically switched. She coughed and flailed and tried to see what had a hold on her. Tried to see period. Her hair clung to her skin making it impossible to tell what was hers and what was her captor.

She tried to scream but just coughed up more water.

-

The pulsing thing in her arms wasn’t easy to pull out of the water, much less hauling her up to the ship deck. Icora’s hands grew numb from holding onto the rope and the slippery mermaid’s body as tightly as she could, there were even a few moments where she thought she would drop the struggling mermaid back into the waters.

Icora thought that it would prefer that.  It clicked and gasped against her and only flailed more as the crew grabbed them both and pulled them over the rail. It was like an actual fish, and she some crazed buffoon without tools. The difference between the creature in her arms and a fish was the hair and the black and half broken talons that threatened to slice through her skin.

As gracefully as she could muster, Icora untangled herself from the maid’s slimy and tangled hair. A thick piece of cloth landed on the wood beside her and she picked it up to dry herself, thanking someone in some direction. Icora wasn’t one to be surprised by a great many things, but how deeply the cloth turned red shocked her. If this was the blood on her, how much was the thing…

It gasped again, blood and water oozing out of its mouth. The gathered crowd around them shifted on their feet, unsure of what to make of living, breathing creature. Then, it braced as if about to scream, but no sounds escaped. It was the mermaid’s turn to be shocked. She raked her hair out of her face and growled as the yellow light met her eyes. Her movements were clumsy, but the scowl on her face proved that she was a predator. A predator out of its habitat.

Icora couldn’t help but laugh.  

That laugh did two things, it made the crew relax, all of them breathing a collective sigh of relief as they realized their captain was in no way worried about the legendary creature before them. And, it put a target on her back, given the way the mermaids head wiped to her and black, soulless eyes close to slits. It tried to move back, but the sudden heaviness of her own body meant she could only go a few inches before giving up. Truly a fish out of water.

Icora heard a gasp as the rope behind her pulled twice. Brinkley. Still in the water?

The crew jumped into action, moving to help pull the rope with, hopefully, the first mate in tow. The mermaid hissed as unfiltered light hit her and she made to cover her face.

Icora wondered if the mermaid saw her roll her eyes and grab her coat where it lay on the deck, if she saw or sensed her coming up behind her to through the jacket over her head, shielding her from the harsh light, only because of the look of calm beauty that slackened her face as the mermaid looked up at her. She was an animal, a fierce predator. But she was still a being. Person, debatable. But a thing with feelings and needs, absolutely.  

The maid stopped making sounds of protest or anger. Or, whatever it was feeling. But after that quick moment of peace, a loud thump sounded behind them and the mermaid hissed.

Icora turned to see her first mate, breathing heavily but breathing all the same, with a mass slumped next to him; the merman.

Unlike the maid, who’s skin was silvery blue and covered in scales, slim with hair longer than Icora was tall, the male creature had thick gray skin riddled with scars, a flat head and a wide mouth with large, triangular teeth. A shark. Icora glanced back at the maid, now staring intently at the male. That little fish was fending off a shark. On the other hand, a man killed a creature double his size and then pulled them both out of the water. Icora knew she shouldn’t be impressed, but, she was.

The crew stood clear of the captain and first mate, some of them going back to their previous tasks, as Icora walked over. He didn’t even look harmed.

“Dead?” She asked, nudging the merman’s face with her boot.

“Ey, took a while to take him down though.”

“You were in his territory.”

“It didn’t give him much an advantage.”

She let out a heavy laugh, pulling Brinkley to his feet. He winced as he steadied himself, but Icora could tell it was more an act then actuality.

“That just leaves us with this one.” She nodded towards the crumbled mass of fish behind her and, was surprised to see it had moved closer to them. Perhaps its loud thrashing before was only to throw them off, or it was finally used to the different environment.

The creature pulled itself forward with her talons, hair sometimes snagging on the wood and, Icora let her. Let her crawl towards the dead merman, even moved out of the maid’s path. Even will all her knowledge of the sea, Icora knew little of the mermaids that dwelled under the surface, that is to say, barely no one knew about them. Their customs, language, even their appearance was documented poorly. So, Icora let the mermaid get closer, just incase if there was something she didn’t understand.

-

Cere watched out of the corners of her eyes, watched her captor and the other one-- the other, dirty and foul and revolting one who killed Tio and infected the air with its … miasma -- as she inched closer to the dead body. She found the killing blow, the foreign knife sticking out of his neck, and felt a tangible net of anger over her. This was her kill. This was her vengeance. And that… Thing standing above the two of them stole it from her.

Faster than they could stop her, Cere pulled out the dagger from his neck and plunged it into his eye socket. It was easier than she had expected, since there was no eye in it. Blood still pooled out though, caking her hand again with his blood. She felt the net wither away then, her anger dissipating into the wood like the blood and seawater. The Pirate’s laugh a distant, weak sound.

She looked up at them, the pirates, and thought about all the stories her people would whisper about them. How stupid but deadly and persistent they were. Their greed and how it would drive them to the ends of the earth to find the things they wanted. How mermaids were treated by them, and how it was common for mermaid to treat them.

She ran her eyes down her two captors. Wet and clothes sticking to them, watching her and speaking without regard to her very presence, the gold adorning their dark, sun damaged skin. She should kill them. Kill them all and let the ghost ship float along. Or let the Mother take care of them.

But she couldn’t- couldn’t get the Mother at least, not with the bodies, poisoned and rotted, floating out there. She needed to… she needed…

Cere heaved her chest, trying to make a noise other than clicks and growls, but only breathy moans escaped past her lips. It did the job though, capturing their attention again. They needed to watch this. To figure out what it meant if words wasn’t enough.

She carefully pulled the knife back out of Tio’s corpse and wiped it on his skin. The Thing stepped back a moment, but the one she was interested in stayed put. Cere made eye contact with the woman, grabbed a chunk of her hair and started to cut it, right by her scalp. There was a flash of surprise, but then, amazingly, recognition flashed though the woman’s face. A pit of almost regret grew from the bottom of her chest. There was something more to this pirate woman.

It took time. More time that Cere liked, but it gave her the opportunity to formulate a real plan. To think things through. All the while the Pirate never deviating from her gaze.

When she finished, she gathered her hair into one bundle and held it out towards the pirate. There was a moment of silence where she felt more than just the Things eyes on her, but she waited, her eye fixed on the other’s, the Captain.

-

Icora knew what the mermaid was asking. No, telling her what to do. To take the hair, yes, and to probably sell it for huge amounts of money or keep it as a trophy. But it was more than that. Icora hardly believed her eyes as the creature sawed off her long, inky black hair, yet here it was; the offer.

Icora knelt down and untiled the ribbon she used to tie her own hair back from her wrist and carefully, deliberately, tied the mermaid’s hair together. This close again she could see the iridescence of the mermaid’s skin, hear her heaving unused lungs, realize that black blood flowed from her scalp and not some trick of the light. Icora stepped back and waited for the mermaid to make the next move.

But instead of pushing herself back towards the railing. The mermaid held the hilt of the dagger and placed it gently, but meaningfully, on her chest.

Icora smirked. “A trade? Your hair, worth more than this entire ship, for that little dagger?” the captain spoke, knowing full well that the mermaid could not understand her, however, the creature took the tone and just thumped her chest again. Icora raised an eyebrow.

“She can keep it.” Brinkley said, with more venom than Icora had ever heard from him. Icora waited for an explanation, but none came.

The creature hit the floor to get their attention again. She then tilted her head towards the other merman’s body. The small one they’d pick out of the sea and was lying on the ground much like the shark; torn and bloodied. Instead of being pissy, the mermaid pointed out into the black sea and made a grasping motion, lifted her fist above her head, and then laid it down on the ship deck. Her eyes already gleamed with irritation, as if expecting them to not understand.

And just for kicks, Icora turned towards Brinkley. He didn’t even want to speak in the mermaid’s presence, much less try to understand its meaning, but the first mate sighed and said through his teeth.

“Collect the floating bodies. Then take them away.”

“Do you know why they’re floating? And not sinking to the sea floor?” Icora smiled and crossed her arms. There was, after all, a reason he was her first.

He didn’t answer right away, as per usual, instead her stared out into the black. Icora did too, spotting dots of bioluminescence amidst black masses.

“They poisoned their own bodies. With red algae, I think, but then, something more… I can’t tell. They wanted their corpse to sink.”

“Then there’s something down there? Something that likes to eat? Interesting.” Icora glanced down at the mermaid again, smiled, and stuck out her palm. It was a beautiful night to make a deal.

“My name is Icora. Proud Captain of this fine ship and, let’s say, an adventurer by trade. I understand your wishes, and I think I can get the results. I also believe… that we’ll be great partners if you should accept.”

Brinkley swore under his breath and turned from them. “Captain, it doesn’t even understand us. It can’t be work the safety of our crew, we know nothing about-”

“Brinkley, don’t be rude. We don’t know what we don’t know. So let’s find out.”

He wiped is face down, the late hours and no sleep finally showing on his frame. “I knew you would say that.”

Icora smiled, though she doubted he could see her in the low light. She glanced down at her own hand, a silent but persistent ask to take it and, after spitting in the first mate’s direction, the mermaid carefully laid her palm flat against hers, understanding of her own glowing in her black eyes. There was a framiliar prickling sensation, like needles poking her palm.

“It’s done then, part-“

The mermaid’s voice silenced everything, everyone, on the ship deck. Icora even felt Brinkley tense all muscles, poised to either attack or run. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw her crew halted in whatever they were doing, just to hear the accent of the deep ocean.

“What did you say?” Icora hummed, her heart beating faster than she could remember. She tried to keep the excitement from her voice.

“Cere.” The mermaid’s mouth parted and closed again, still trying to use parts of her body that were never needed before. Her forehead crinkled in concentration, trying to sound out works she’d never spoken, but somehow knew to say. “Na-mes. Cere.” She indicated their still touching hands. “Paretnarus.”

Icora savored the moment, from being the first person to ever, successfully, make a pact with a mermaid right down to the slimy cool touch of her skin. She was sure she’d remember this for a long time, sure that soon enough she’d grow friendly toward the mermaid and framiliar with its touch.

“Yes. Partners.”

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

I can’t wait for all your depraved stories around the garbage fire tonight! How about mixing and matching some fun kinks with your AUs of shame! Breeding kink, exhibitionism, biting/bruising/marking kink. Who’s most in to what?

@safarigirlsp OMFG I OWE YOU ALL THE GARBAGE TONIGHT HOLY SHIT IT’S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I WROTE SOME CRACK THOTS ON THESE BOIS I MISSED THEM!🥴

LET’S START OFF WITH THE BIG BAD GUNS HIMSELF... MY PIRATE KING FLIP BLOWHOLE CAPTAIN OF THE FUCKING JOLLY ROGER AND THE BLACK PEARL BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKIN’ FAN FICTION SO WE MAY AS WELL FUCKIN’ LET ALL THE PIRATE JOKES SWIRL TOGETHER IN A GODDAMN WHIRLPOOL OF DESPAIR!

 Captain Phillip “Blowhole” Zimmerman is a simple man... he loves the sea, his ship is his baby, rum is his bestie (not including his First Mate, Ron), and he loves to fuck you into absolute oblivion in front of Davey Jones and the entire crew of scallywags daring to eyeball you in passing.

Any time he get’s a hint of another wandering eye looking down that cinched corset dress of yours, gazing at your heaving bosom practically spilling overboard in your corset, he inches a finger in your direction.

Perched upon his captain’s wheel, one knee up like Captain Morgan himself, he coaxes you to him, the more you inch closer, the more his nostrils fill with your sweet coconut scent. 

“Captain?” putting your hands behind your back, shoving your tits out to his hungry gaze, “is something wrong?” playing as dumb as possible to get him even more riled up than he had been seconds prior. 

“You know exactly what you’re doing, lil’ whore,” he spat, burning holes into your eyes as his ambered eyes turned to a raging fire, “assume your goddamn position, slut, I’m gonna make another example outta you seeing as how you and my fuckin’ crew didn’t get it the last few times,” grabbing your waist to thrust you over the banister of the ship, his crew halting their work to watch the show unfold. 

“Look at you,” smoothing over the curve of your ass in the dress, flipping it over to reveal your naked, sopping cunt, “fuckin’ slut!” slapping the shit out of your pussy, causing an ungodly wail to emanate from your vocal cords. 

“You must like being an example to my crew, huh?” gripping your curls in his hand to wrench your neck back, his low growl in your ear causing more liquid to seep from your pulsing cunt. 

“Anything to please you, Captain,” smirking while you pushed your backside to rub on his pants, “I live to serve,” pandering to match his low growl, no doubt feeling his erection rub against your ass. 

“In fact,” pushing yourself flush to his chest, hand still in a death grip on your head as he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, sucking the life out of your pulse, “I think you like makin’ an example outta me, sailor,” snaking a hand to rub his aching erection as his breath hitched from your grip. 

“I’m gonna storm your fuckin’ shores until your wailin’ on my cock sweetheart,” gripping your throat with one hand and batting your hand away to take his cock out of his pants and stuff it fully in, no foreplay necessary seeing as you were soaked as the ocean itself. 

“So. Fuckin’. Bratty.” he thrust in, enunciating his words as you moaned on his large whale cock into complete bliss. 

NOW ONTO OUR NOBLE AND GLISTENING WARRIOR HERO... THIS IS SPARTA. IT’S NO SECRET THAT THIS MAN IS WELL-ENDOWED, AND WITH GREAT POWER, COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY, AKA, HE’S GONNA FUCK AS MANY SONS INTO YOU AS YOU’LL GIVE HIM AND YOU WON’T FUCKIN’ COMPLAIN ABOUT IT EITHER BECAUSE YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ WHORE FOR HIS HORSECOCK!

He’ll be coming back from a warrior training camp, fuckin’ shimmering in the Spartan evening light, clad in his gear, wielding the largest sword he could possibly get his hands on. Sweat covering his large pectorals, his biceps bulging out of his sleeveless uniform as he lowers his shield and weapon into their place in your hut, heaving and wiping the sweat from his brow, moving his hair from his face to glance up at you. 

He takes in the sight of you, clad in your white robes, hair perfectly set as you perched on the loveseat in your shared home, pushing a grape into your perfect mouth, making unholy moans as you gazed into his hungry eyes, eating you alive as you swallowed down the sweet fruit juice. 

“My handsome warrior has finally returned,” you mused, gripping another grape in your perfect fingers, playing with it as you gave him ‘fuck me’ eyes, “I’ve missed you my dove,” slipping it past your perfect lips, closing your eyes in bliss as you devoured the fruit again. 

“My perfect goddess,” moving to kneel at your waist, pushing his head into your chest as he gripped your midsection while you rubbed his hair every so softly, “I’ve missed you, my love,” lifting his head to gaze at you closer, moving in for a loving kiss that turned steamy quickly after. 

“Take me, Phillip,” you gasped, throwing yourself into his embrace as he picked you up from the seat, leading the both of you into the bedroom. 

He lowered you down as if he was handling glass, petting your face as he did so, “take your clothes off my love,” he whispered into the crook of your neck, “I’m gonna stuff you full of my sons,” gripping his lips on your collarbone as he fumbled with his armor, removing it while you did your robes. 

Gazing at your nude figure, spread eagle for him as he gathered his leaking cock in his hand to line up with your perfectly plump pussy, glistening in the candlelight, stuffing his member into your sopping cunt, causing a unanimous moan to emit throughout the room as he pushed further and further into your open womb. 

AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST LET’S SADDLE THE FUCK UP AND TALK ABOUT HUCKLEBERRY AND HIS CRAZY BEHAVIORS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW HE’S A HIGHKEY FREAK IN THE SHEETS. HE’S ALL ABOUT HOG-TYING YOU UP... AFTERALL IF YOU’RE BEIN’ A LIL’ BRAT YA GOTTA BE BROKEN LIKE THE PHILLY YOU ARE! 

You know exactly how to get yourself in a pickle with your handsome devil of a cowboy. Know just what triggers him into a full rage... and that’s studding yourself out right in front of him. 

You knew that touch on the thigh by that sleazy ass rustler was too much, but who were you to guess what he’d do. I mean, you did look mighty fine in those tight ass Wranglers, and who were you kidding, you fuckin’ knew you were just hot in general, and you took every chance to use that to your advantage. 

After all, you were doin’ your boy a favor, havin’ pushy buy your rounds for ya as he finished his game of poker at the bar with his buddies. 

What was the damn harm in it to get some free booze? The contact did him in. He noticed it from across the room, practically sniffing it out as his vision shot to that slime ball running his hand where his property was. 

“We’re leavin’ darlin’,” moving to you as he threw his coin on the bar top, gripping your forearm in his large hand to drag you and your bulging tits to the open air of the Colorado night. 

“What the hell Flip?” yelling to let go of his iron grip, moving back towards the saloon doors, “I wasn’t finished with my beer!” crossing your arms after he pulled your waist back to him. 

“You look at me, sugar,” tilting your chin up to notice his dilated pupils in the moonlight, “you know exactly what the fuck you were doin’,” using that hand to grip your throat, a moan falling faintly from your lips as he lowered his cowboy hat to hide his gaze. 

“Now, ya fuckin’ slut,” he groaned, loving the feeling of your quickening pulse in his fingertips, “here’s what’s gonna happen, baby,” moving to whisper his threat in your ear, “I’m gonna tie your ass up like the fuckin’ brat you are, and you’re gonna take the ride home in the bed of my pick up,” releasing his grip only for you to cry out for the loss of contact. 

“Behave,” he tsked, waving a finger as he went to grab his good rope, untying it as he watched you get on the ground like the damn pig you were acting like tonight. 

“See?” he chimed, bending over to your hands and feet as he started to wrap you up, “even sluts like you seem to listen after a lil’ forceful action,” finishing his work as he slapped your clothed pussy as hard as he possibly could.

“Fuck, Phil!” you screamed in pain and pleasure, trying to wriggle your way out of the tie he’d made. 

“Aw, sugar,” he chuckled lighting a cigarette as he watched you writhe on the ground, “swearin’ and bein’ a brat isn’t gonna getcha far,” inhaling and exhaling as he thought about what to do with you at the cabin later. 

GOD MY FUCKIN’ HEAD HURTS BRUH I’M SO HORNY OVER THESE MEN MY GOD... ALSO I HATE MYSELF FOR SAYING WHALE COCK I CANT EVEN RN

WELL BYE!😂