#🌊: departures

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"Tidal is a place unlike any other! Set on Jeju Island, South Korea, you can lounge on gorgeous emerald beaches, climb Hallasan Mountain, or seek the thriving nightlife scene. Though few on land know the truth, Jeju hides a secret long passed off as a mere folktale—mermaids, phoenixes, and demi-gods of old are as real as you or I. But not all secrets can be contained, and the truth will come spilling out sooner or later.

Jeju Island offers the perfect backdrop to fall in love, find your passion and pursue a career, or just take a long overdue vacation. Who will you be, and what secrets will you discover?"

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[mariaxxxxx]

Fantasize (Namor x Black!Reader)

Summary: Fantasy can be sweet compared to reality.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, slight degradation, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), aftercare, curse words, breeding kink.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

Work count: 4.113

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K'uk'ulkan is a man who earned his position as leader of Talokan through hard work and iron-fisted leadership. Considered by his people as a God and by his enemies as an executioner, admired by many for having the good characteristics that make a king and a physical appearance as divine as paradise. He wasn't the kind of guy to start a small conversation, but he knew exactly how to persuade a person with his words. There were also social subtleties involved, which You found adorable, the man was gallant and imposing and this made people respect him more. His father thought he was arrogant and proud. You agreed with him, but chose to describe that man differently; he was a bit of a jerk, a bit of a romantic, and incredibly powerful. These are really unique characteristics.

You look up as he enters Wakanda's council room. You open your mouth to greet him, knowing it's a bad idea. Luckily for You, a loud scoff from his father makes You both focus on the conversation going on in the room. He sits, next to his father, a place fit for a royal guest.

“The situation with the Americans is under control.” His father is speaking to the leader of Talokan with a loud tone of voice, an annoying trait of his. “As agreed, our borders have been strengthened.”

“We cannot relax if we take into account the persistence of the colonizers.” As the river tribe leader speaks You watch K'uk'ulkan's eyebrows arch upward.

K'uk'ulkan is the type of man who is interested in subjects that disrespect his nation and enjoys strategic conversations to keep the colonizers' curiosity at bay. He likes to hear what his allies have to say, although he almost never agrees with the decisions made. He was a violent man indeed. He always responded to violence with more violence.

“The late king’s decision to open Wakanda’s borders brought dilemmas that needed to be resolved.” Says K'uk'ulkan with his apathetic face, but You can detect a small gleam in his eyes. You know how much he always has to fight not to reveal his dissatisfaction with being so far from home. “It is not enough to close the borders again, more brutal measures need to be carried out.”

Oh! There it was. The flame of war shining in his pupils. Two years ago Talokan went to war with Wakanda. A dispute that caused losses for both sides. It was still difficult for many to overcome the death of Queen Ramonda and the departure of the legitimate heir out of the country, leaving Wakanda once again without its protector. Black Panther chose to step aside, indefinitely, to deal with his grief. The decision was respected and accepted by the council, but the people did not look favorably on it; after all, Black Panther was the warrior spirit sent by Bast to protect us.

After the ascension to the throne of his father, King Jabari, diplomatic programs were created to formalize the ceasefire and the union of both nations to deal with attempts to steal Vibranium. His father chose to return to old policies; close Wakanda's borders and suspend metal extraction. Such an attitude made Talokan, the people and the council happy, but not the colonists who demanded the sharing of Vibranium.

The conversation went on for a long time; they talked about metal, about borders, bonds of friendship, trade routes... At some point, you disconnected and sank into the chair with your eyes fixed on the floor, shaking your head every time someone said something. Meetings were tedious for a young man like You with so much energy to burn.

“So, have we reached a decision?” Your father says suddenly, snapping You out of your thoughts. You look at everyone in the room and notice when everyone exclaims a resounding Yes. Only one says nothing. You notice K'uk'ulkan's fingers turn a little too white, as if he's gripping the arms of his chair. A clear sign of irritation and denial.

You're not surprised to see him get up and leave, but no one comments on it before your father says,

“At least he didn’t fondle us again.”

(...)

That night, You escaped the palace walls, all ready to go the moment the clock struck eleven. When this happens, you hide from the Dora Milaje. After all, it wasn't safe for a new little princess to walk the streets late at night. The big doors open and you walk out into the night. You knew the way with your eyes closed; Behind the palace, surrounded by large trees, there was a saltwater river little known to the inhabitants.

On the riverbank there was a rustic wooden cabin with opaque glass windows and a large oak door. You didn't know who built this place, but in the last two years it had become yours and his. Little by little you redecorated the place, filling it with luxurious furniture and yellow lights.

You silently enter the place, turning on the lights and observe the mess you and he made on your last date. You put on shabby clothes, tie your hair up and start working as if you were being paid to do so. You start by arranging the cushions on the couch, then clean all the dishes, counters and general surfaces. You finish by vacuuming all the sand from the place and mopping the floor with a cloth dampened with scented water. You don't care about the room. After all, he was always so tidy. Your lover would rather take You in the living room, or on the balcony, or by the river under the starlight; very few times did you use that bed.

When you finish your cleaning marathon, your watch beeps informing you that it was already midnight and he would be here soon. You take a break and run to the bathroom. After a shower, perfumed your skin and touched up your makeup, you put on a thigh-length dress made of transparent fabric. The dress leaves your breasts and intimacy exposed, so you minimize this fact by placing a padless lace bra and thin panties under the dress. You looked beautiful, like the Goddess Isis waiting for her Osiris.

You return to the kitchen to start preparing something to eat. There are just a few minutes left before the food is ready when the cabin door opens and you hear a familiar voice.

"My love, I'm here." K'uk'ulkan breaks the silence that has hung over the environment since You arrived. You don't bother shouting, you never do. You would do it in person in seconds instead of yelling at each other in different rooms. The last time you dared to perform such a vulgar act, K'uk'ulkan gave you slaps on the ass to educate you correctly. A good wife greets her husband when he walks through the door, he said as he slapped her behind. You loved being punished like that, but you hated spending three whole days without being able to sit down.

You leave the kitchen and go to him, with a big smile on your lips. You find him in the room wearing fancy clothes richly decorated with gold and jade. He keeps his shorts green with black embroidered details. You extend your arms and circle them around his neck. You give him a kiss on the lips in greeting. He returns the kiss, pressing your body against his.

"Hello my dear." You pull away from his lips and turn your head to give him a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"

“Stressful, but I managed to escape to be with my wife.” He smiles and plays with a strand of your hair. “Knowing that You are here to care for me fills my heart with joy.”

The kisses didn't stop as he spoke and You were struggling to remember the stew that was boiling on the stove.

“Fuck” You don’t think about the curse until a hand squeezes your hip. A subtle warning of how such verbiage was not allowed in that environment.

“Such a beautiful girl with such a dirty mouth.” He mutters. His lips brush your ear, and you have to concentrate to push him away.

“I need to go to the kitchen.”

“Just focus on me, my love.” You can feel in his tone he wants to break You, break the character You play. Like a dizzy duck You fall into his trap.

“K’uk’ulkan” You whine. "Is very fast! Our dinner will burn and it will be a disaster.”

You scream when you feel a sharp slap on your ass. His hand makes a circular movement at the impact site, easing the pain a little. This was her punishment for being so petulant towards her man.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” His voice is lower, a little dark.

"Sorry my love."

"Good girl." He removes his arms from your waist and signals you to go to the kitchen. You mumble a simple thank you and rush over to find the food boiling furiously over medium heat. You hang up and return to the room, to him.

“Now I’m all yours, my love.”

“What have You done to us?” He says it like he doesn't know. As if he hadn't instructed her what to cook.

“A stew with vegetables accompanied by cornbread.”

It was a rule established by both of you that you would do your best to please him. No easy or quick foods, no fatty foods with added sugar and pesticides. K'uk'ulkan didn't take care of himself, in his opinion. He woke up early to govern, stayed late in meetings and would certainly forget to eat if You didn't prepare something. You remembered how he claimed not to eat much, a phrase that made you want to care for this man who cared for others and neglected himself. Not that this was a surprise, however. K'uk'ulkan was born with a crown on his head, so difficulty taking time away from work and taking care of himself became commonplace.

There was also the pleasure of serving and being served. He was excited by the idea of having a wife ready to serve him at the end of the day, with the effort made by You to please him in every way. It excited both of you, knowing that you worked hard without complaining to please him. In addition to carnal pleasure, there was cuddling; although you and he never talked to define exactly what this relationship was, nights of cuddling and talking on the sidelines were not uncommon. He liked to please too, it would not be uncommon for him to give you gifts ranging from fabrics with gold thread to jewelry; You hid them in the back of your closet to avoid questions.

His hand snakes down your hips to your butt, he gives it a squeeze making you moan with a little discomfort at having your sore flesh being touched like that.

"Adorable." The words vibrate in you. His hands suddenly caress your body. The hand pauses, pulls back, and spanks her ass afterwards. “What do you say after being praised, my love?”

You stabilize yourself with the force of the blow, fight back a groan, smile at him and mutter a loud:

"Thanks."

“You’re such a good little girl” he reflects, pressing your body against his so you can feel the hardness that was forming between your legs. “You love this, don’t you? You love it when I discipline you.”

You don't answer because you think it's a rhetorical question, but a warm hand moves his hair away and thick fingers grab the back of his neck.

"Yes my love. Thank you for taking care of me and teaching me how to be a good woman.” You fight back a bratty response about how you could take care of yourself.

“Such a good queen to me.”

Your mind lights up at the word queen being expelled from his mouth. You're insecure about the current agreement to never discuss these things, so you just smile, and kiss him passionately, pretending that being called his queen hasn't affected you in every way possible.

You allow his tongue into your mouth savoring the feeling of him touching you so softly. His skin burns red hot from the hot trail his hands leave as they roam your body. A hand tangles in his hair and pulls his head back enough for You to feel the pressure on your scalp. K'uk'ulkan attacks his neck, distributing wet kisses while you moan and encourage him to continue.

“K’uk’ulkan” You moan shamelessly when he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck. He walks away, leaving you a mess, the damn thing had the power to make you go crazy with so little.

"Let's play a game." He suggests. A part of You is disappointed by this, but You knew how he liked to prolong the night. He moves away from you, sitting on the navy blue sofa; You narrow your eyes, finding this attitude strange, but his smug smile prepares you for what comes next. “Take off your panties and climb up my thigh. Now."

You don't wait long and you're soon getting rid of your panties, straddling his thigh after doing so. The cool, bare skin damps beneath You which is clearly visible when K'uk'ulkan pushes you back to check, You gasp when you realize how wet you were. His face burns with embarrassment, so you cover him in a cute reaction. You can't meet his gaze when he grabs his hand and pulls them away so you opt to kiss him for a minute to hide the embarrassment. Until he pulls away and puts his hands on your hips.

“I barely touched you and you’re already wet.” His hands are firmly on your hips, he uses them to pull you against him causing friction. “I know how desperate You are for this. Keep your moans low. Anyway, good girls never act like whores.”

He was right about how much You needed this, of course. The bastard knew her like the back of his hand. He leans his torso against the couch, giving him a privileged view of the movements of his hips. You bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly when a specific movement increases contact with your swollen clit. You can barely concentrate between your low sighs and the warm hand that snakes across your belly and over your breasts, the feeling of his hand drives you crazy and without you realizing it a loud moan escapes your mouth when one of your breasts are tight.

You come out of your little world of pleasure to be met with K'uk'ulkan's intense gaze. He arches an eyebrow and squeezes your hips when you try to seek more friction.

"Sorry." His breath catches with the need to be forgiven, your hands tighten on his shoulders and you, once again, try to move your hips only to have your plans thwarted.

"Stand up." He commands and You obey. “It looks like my beautiful girl is having trouble following my orders. What a shame!"

"Sorry my love." You falter when you see the expression on his face.

“We need to solve this problem” You can see the cruel smile and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Take off your dress and come onto my lap.”

You take everything off and stand naked in front of him. Hesitantly, you walk over to him and settle into his lap. K'uk'ulkan rests one hand on your upper back and squeezes your shoulder. Care before everything happens You understand. You arch into his lap due to the hard slap he gives your ass.

“Tell and be thankful.” He orders.

"To thank?" His question is rewarded with another hard slap on his ass. "Sorry. Thank you for the lesson my love.”

"Good girl. Too bad this one didn't count. I didn’t hear any numbers.” You can see his smile in your mind. "Count."

"Yes." You speak breathlessly, one hand gripping his leg to anchor yourself. A slap. "One. Thank you my love"

"Higher." Another slap.

"Two. Thank you my love."

You hear a chuckle and his hand covers your ass, rubbing it creating momentary relief.

“Behave and you won’t be punished again.”

The blow comes harder this time, catching You off guard enough to scream.

"Three. Thanks." You say breathlessly.

“I said it without groaning.” The slap is even stronger than the previous one, you bite your lip to keep from screaming. “Thank me and I’ll think about whether I’ll fuck you with my cock.”

“Thank you for punishing me, K’uk’ulkan” You lick your lips to moisten them. “Please fuck me with your cock.”

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you up, the quick movement makes you slide off the couch and fall on your knees between his legs. You look up only to find the obsidian orbs watching you with intensity. This man has too much power over You, and You can't care about it. You were about to beg to suck his dick, but K'uk'ulkan grabs your jaw with his fingers and caresses your lips with his thumb, You suck it devotedly without looking away.

“I will be benevolent today.”

You are internally grateful for the decision. K'uk'ulkan had been teasing you for a long time and your pussy was throbbing, and you had never been so ready to be fucked in your life. He tightens the grip on your jaw, a reminder for you to thank him.

"Thanks." You say. “Fuck me with your divine cock, K'uk'ulkan”

“My good girl, so good to me.” He caresses his cheek with his fingertips. “Lie down on the mat and spread your legs.”

You find yourself crawling onto the carpet a moment later, laying your head on a cushion. You look at K'uk'ulkan, his body sculpted by gods, he worked to rid himself of the jewelry and green trunks.

“Eat me feathered serpent.” You say, making no move to hide the way you look at him.

  K'uk'ulkan lets out a rough, savage growl, and you notice how hard and rigid his cock is begging for attention. Your pussy moistens even more at the knowledge of how thirsty he was.

“I'm going to fuck you soon, my love. I want to get You ready for me.”

He moves his body until he is on top of you and kisses you. You feel his cock in your belly, dripping with your juices, and you feel divine for provoking such a reaction in that man. You feel a finger slide through your intimate area, playing with your swollen clitoris and then being inserted into your vaginal canal. You groan at the intrusion. You kiss him harder when a second finger is introduced and then the third.

“K'uk'ulkan, You are stretching me. I cannot stand." You say only to receive a raised eyebrow before he goes back to doing what he was doing. With his thumb, he circles your clitoris in circular movements to the point that you see stars.

“You’re my good girl, you can take it.” He leans in, and the predatory tone of his voice when he speaks makes you squirm beneath him. “Cum on my fingers and I’ll give you my cock.

Her folds tighten tightly on the edge of a powerful orgasm. You try to beg, but only disjointed sounds come out of your mouth. You feel his thumb tease your clitoris with movements oscillating between slow and fast, in a sneaky movement he removes his thumb only to press it harder immediately afterwards. His orgasm hits you like a truck. You arch your back and scream for him when you feel your spirit leave your body and return shortly afterwards.

“K'uk'ulkan, I'm...”

“You’re going to cum again.” He says as he aligns his cock with your pussy, You moan when he purposely rubs against your hard and sensitive clit. “This time, it will be on my dick.”

He pushes hard. You're wet and open enough, but he was pretty big and the pain of penetration was inevitable, but it was a good pain. Every time You loved feeling his cock tearing your wet pussy. He supports himself on his elbows which give him the possibility to fuck you hard and he does so.

"Cum." You blurt out as he beats you mercilessly.

Above You, K'uk'ulkan ate you like a flesh-hungry beast. The dull touch of his skin hitting yours fills you with anxiety, and makes you think about the bruises that will appear. He grabs her waist with one hand just to stretch her a little and thrust her with more force.

“My perfect wife, good girl, my good good queen.” He babbled helplessly as he thrust hard into her pussy that was clenching around him, a clear sign of a new orgasm approaching. “I will spill my semen inside You. Filling Your womb with a baby will make You my queen and take them away.”

“Put a baby in me, K’uk’ulkan” You beg him. The hand squeezes his waist again as he attacks with a series of swear words in his mother tongue.

With a powerful thrust You cum again, screaming his name shamelessly. Your inner folds contract, squeezing his cock inside You, K'uk'ulkan tries to resist it, but it was a losing battle. He comes grunting like an animal spilling drop by drop of his seed inside You. He still gives a few more thrusts as if to ensure that You received every drop of his sperm. He collapses on top of you, with his cock still inside your pussy.

It stays inside You until You are uncomfortable. K'uk'ulkan Pulls away, pulling his softening cock out of You, a moan escaping when You feel the emptiness that was left. Your walls were sensitive and stained with his release; satisfaction filled every molecule of your body at this feat. K'uk'ulkan lies down next to him; you turn your head to him and smile, place a chaste kiss on his lips and sigh softly:

"Thank you my love."

To then be pulled closer and wrapped in a comforting hug.

“We need to eat.” You say snuggling into his chest, he pulls You into him.

“I already ate.” He says with his eyes closed. "I am very satisfied."

“You made me cook for nothing.” You speak of false indignation. “I’ll leave You hungry next time.”

“I will make it up to you later for cooking. Now, let's rest. Soon the sun will rise.”

Silence settles in the room, a sign that K'uk'ulkan was sleeping. You were not left behind, falling into a deep sleep with pleasant dreams.

The sun was rising when You awoke from your sleep. It wasn't a surprise to discover that you were alone. You never woke up next to him. As the leader of a nation he needed to return to his nation and, as painful as it was, he knew the implications that his affair with K'uk'ulkan could bring if he didn't go underwater. Hatred for surface dwellers was sown centuries ago and it would be difficult for a Talokanil's relationship with a surface dweller to be accepted.

You shook your head to dismiss such frivolous thoughts. I knew this was salt in the wound, a long time ago. You had already convinced yourself that you were nothing more than a concubine; You accepted this position with flying colors, although a little voice in your head always begged you to demand more. Being his queen, the mother of his children seemed like an impossible dream, so for the sake of your sanity You accepted the role to be played; sex is necessary and affection when requested. One day, this would end; You would marry a nobleman or some promising scientist and have his children, K'uk'ulkan would be nothing more than a youthful fling.

“Fuck” You cursed as you realized where your thoughts were taking you downs a dangerous path again.

After all, you and he would stay in this fantasy a thousand times if necessary. Until reality knocked on the door and took us back to the harsh reality. For now, you could be content with pretending he was yours; pretend he would come back every night as her husband to love her and possess her body under the starlight. You sigh as you realize how your reality wasn't as pleasant as your expectations. You snuggle on the rug, deciding to sleep a little longer until you return to the palace, your father would definitely be upset and question your disappearance, but you could deal with that later. Now, You just wanted to close your eyes and dream of a reality where You and K'uk'ulkan would be happy surrounded by children. Fantasy could be sweet compared to reality.

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🌝🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️🌞

happy wednesday!! i hope everyone has settled nicely into this january because holy crap its already halfway over!! thanks to @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted @jrooc and @heymacy for helping me with the game this week (also consider yourselves tagged to play 😋)

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Name: deanna🌱

Age: noel-aged~

Location: ohio

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? seattle!!

📍whats the weather like there right now? cold but a bit warmer than here

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? i try so hard but i am a perpetual over-packer

📍are we taking a plane or a train? i would like to take the train please

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? hmmm early morning

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? putting on some CRJ - party for one to pump us up

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? if i could mix in my own oatmilk and creamer on the road i would say dunkin, but since i cant i gotta go with the bux 😔

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? oh we are late, im panicking, you're telling me to take an alprazolam, i am complying lol

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? i would *love* the window seat but i always psych myself out into needing to pee like every 20 minutes in confined spaces so...i'll just take the aisle seat 🤦‍♀️

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? watch a shoooow!

📍what are you reading/watching? i'm such a mood watcher, but i dunno i've been turning Psych on to play in the background lately so that i guess maybe lolol

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? wired

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? i'm usually too anxious while traveling to sleep!

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? salty

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? god hotel please

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! i want a big fuckin loadsworth of french fries thanks

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and now i shall tag some nuggets to get this game going!! join us for travel day or just consider this tag an affectionate nose boop 💖 @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @suchagallabitch @tanktopgallavich @gallawitchxx @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @crossmydna @sam-loves-seb @the-rat-wins @thisdivorce @mickeysgaymom @transmickey @metalheadmickey @softmick @gardenerian @juliakayyy @mmmichyyy @rereadanon @lingy910y @energievie @vintagelacerosette @palepinkgoat @lee-ow @ardent-fox @purplemagpie @thepupperino @milkmaidovich @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @howlinchickhowl @sleepyfacetoughguy @7x10mickey @themarchg1rl @auds-and-evens @tsuga-of-mars @scurvgirl @toddmccray and anyone else who wants to play -> @💟

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Devotion & Diplomacy - Part VIII

I got a day off work (thanks, Francine! 🌪️🌊), so I'm posting a new chappy!

Tagging my usuals: @horta-in-charge, @starrynightgardens, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, and @deepspacedukat

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Read on AO3

Warnings: abductions; political backstabbery; lots of tension and threats; just your average ✨ action-packed chapter ✨, no big | Words: ~2,615

Emrys stepped out into the cool evening air of the Imperial Plaza with a sigh of relief. Going toe-to-toe with the Gul-Tar the way she had, while not entirely unexpected for the day, had been more taxing than she thought it would be, and she found her energy flagging now that it was over. After Ziven’s departure, Legate Domat had called for a recess and she had met independently in her temporary quarters with the rest of her treaty team to discuss what had happened and what to do next. As her sense of overwhelm grew, she found herself longing for Daro’s presence. 

She gazed around the plaza, looking for him, but the open space was completely empty. A frown tugged at her lips – it wasn’t like Daro to be late, especially since the afternoon session with Central Command had taken slightly longer than she anticipated. He should already be here.

Fidgeting with the hem of her uniform jacket, she turned on her heel and went back inside, making her way to her quarters. She grabbed the PADD on her nightstand and sent a quick message to Daro. As she waited for a response, she went to the replicator for a cup of red-leaf tea, pacing around the room as she gulped it, trying not to let her mind conjure up worst-case scenarios.

After several minutes of no response, she set her cup down a little too hard on the nightstand and grabbed her PADD, stuffing it into the inner pocket of her uniform jacket. As a gesture of goodwill, the Federation group had agreed to bring no weapons with them to treaty proceedings. The Cardassians were theoretically abiding by the same rules, but they were still on their home planet, with far greater access to potentially hostile resources, even while in the legislative buildings. For the most part, Emrys had been unbothered by this demand, despite the loud objections some of her team members had imparted; for the first time though, intending to make her way through Cardassian streets alone and in the dark, she wished she had a phaser. Really any kind of ranged weapon would do. Checking to make sure that her KaBar knife was tucked safely in her boot, Emrys sighed and made her way back to the exit.

The plaza was still empty. Something was most definitely wrong, and Emrys allowed herself some momentary handwringing before making her way down the steps toward Daro’s home on the outskirts of the city.

She passed a few Cardassian civilians as she strode down the wide streets, attempting to appear calm and confident. Most of them eyed her in confusion or something approaching suspicion. As the last soft glow of evening disappeared from the sky, immersing Emrys in the full darkness of a Cardassian night, she picked up her pace and attempted to keep to the middle of the pedestrian streets, eager to steer clear of pitch-black alleyways and the deeps shadows of recessed doorways.

At the sound of a heavy boot too close for her liking, Emrys whipped her head around as she turned a corner. She was met by the sight of an empty road behind her, but when she turned to face forward again, her eyes glossing over the edge of yet another sand-colored building, a searing pain lanced through her chest, pulling a choked gasp from her throat. The pain knocked her off her feet in an instant and as the world tilted beneath her, the last thing she saw before her back slammed to the ground and her eyes closed was a dark Cardassian sky full of stars.

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Daro paced furiously in the grim, murky room. He’d assessed his surroundings as soon as he’d woken, finding himself in a small, empty room that was freezing cold. The stone walls were bare and grimy, except for where a heavy metal door was set. A single, dim light flickered in a sconce above it. No windows, no way to tell what time it was or how long he’d been out. He was disarmed, of course, his disruptor missing from his belt and his boot knife gone. Clenching his fists, he tried to push the limits of his memory, frantically trying to recall what had happened before he awoke here.

He'd gone to meet Emrys, he knew that much. He’d left his home, making his way toward Imperial Plaza, his chest feeling lighter at the prospect of having her in his arms again. He didn’t want her walking through the streets of the capitol by herself, not with relations still so fragile between their peoples. He’d considered briefly how they’d spend their evening, but he also had to contend with a scheduled meeting with Gul Macet via subspace in a few hours. The Trager’s routine maintenance was being completed at a nearby station, and today’s communication with his commanding officer would give him an idea of how much longer he had on Cardassia before he was forced to return to work and leave Emrys behind. It was a dreadful prospect.

He’d made it almost to the plaza before he felt the disruptor in his side, pressing in the gap between the plates of his armor. Before he had a chance to turn or reach for his own weapon, he heard and felt the sharp hiss of a hypospray against his neck. Then the world turned dark.

He was almost certain this was the work of the Obsidian Order – no one else would attempt an abduction of a military officer in broad daylight with witnesses around. Which left only the Order responsible for his current predicament.

His thoughts flickered worriedly to Emrys, wondering how she was doing, if she was safe. If the Order was behind this, he could almost guarantee she wasn’t. Anger flared in his chest, his desire to protect her nearly overwhelming him. Taking a few deep breaths, Daro calmed himself as much as possible, trying to avoid that particular spiral of thoughts. He wouldn’t be able to think clearly enough to get out of here if he couldn’t focus on the task at hand. If nothing else, his military training had prepared him for things like this.

“Ah, Glinn Daro.” The disembodied pronouncement slithered through the darkness. “You’re awake… Do you know why you are here?” A chill raced down his spine at the absolute delight that housed itself in the unfamiliar voice.

His eyes flickered, trying to assess any immediate physical threats. “No,” he uttered through gritted teeth.

“Hmm,” the voice followed. “Such a pity you haven’t figured it out yet.”

Daro remained silent.

“You see, Glinn, the Central Command is very unhappy with your… Federaji plaything.” Daro’s breath hitched, his most prominent fear confirmed. “The Federation makes too many demands for our liking, using these negotiations as an opportunity to lord themselves over our great empire. To take what’s ours, to tell us how we may conduct ourselves and our business. We cannot abide it. Cardassia will not sit idly by as the Federation becomes our overseers.”

There was a moment of silence where Daro supposed his captor wanted him to say something. But what was there to say? He could feel his breathing growing shallower, more frantic.

“We’ve taken it upon ourselves to see that the Federation understands our dissatisfaction completely – with a gift, of course… Tell me, do you think your Human’s superiors would like to see her die in real time? Or should she simply disappear?” A dark chuckle punctuated the perverse suggestion.

“What do you want from me?” he ground out, his fists clenched at his sides. “If you already know what you’re going to do to her, why do you need me? Are you simply planning to make an example out of me?” He began pacing again, the fury spilling out of him. “‘Here is what will happen to you if you dare to bed a member of the Federation?’” he spat mockingly.

A truly sinister chuckle flooded the room. “Oh no, Glinn. You see, we don’t actually need you at all.” Daro paused in his restless march across the floor, the ridges over his eyes furrowing. “We just need to keep you out of our way.”

“In fact, we rather enjoy the idea of you mourning the loss of the weak little Human you couldn’t protect for the rest of your years. Just think, Glinn, she put her trust in you and you’ve failed her. Won’t that be absolute torture to contemplate until your own death?”

Daro’s chest constricted, dread pooling in his limbs as he began to understand exactly how this would play out. Unbidden, his mind conjured up an image of Emrys, flushed and radiant beneath him, sharing his bed, smiling up at him like he was the greatest being in the galaxy.

Driven by a measure of anger he hadn’t felt in a very long time, Daro threw himself at the door to the room, roaring out his displeasure. He beat at the cold, heavy metal with his fists, bellowing incoherently in a chaotic mix of Cardassian and Standard, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes in his desperation.

“Ah, please do tire yourself out, Glinn,” his captor mocked, his taunt barely audible over Daro’s bellowing and the crashing of his armor against the door. “You might consider getting some sleep - you could be here for a while.”

Daro paused in his frenzy for a moment, a new threat seeding in his mind - if he was going to be here for a while, then they weren’t planning to take Emrys out swiftly. They were going to torture her. The large metal bolts ornamenting the door to his prison swam before his eyes as they unfocused, his breathing growing shallower. He vaguely registered the beeping that signified the end of a communication in Cardassian messaging. And then there was silence, punctuated only by his panting breaths.

Lowering himself slowly to the damp, frigid floor, Daro tried to focus. Despite his training, he could think of no way to get himself out of this predicament on his own and somehow manage to find and save Emrys. Even if he could find his way out of this room, no one escaped the Obsidian Order. Not for long anyway. The anguish that was rooting in every part of him turned all of his thoughts back to Emrys - to what he was about to lose.

Allowing himself to surrender to his growing sense of powerlessness for a few moments, he sank against the door and dropped his head into his hands.   

Daro was unsure how much time had passed when a faint click echoed in the quiet. He was on his feet in a second, his vision zeroing in on the door. He backed slowly away, in hopes that space would give him an advantage over whoever was about to enter. Tension held all his limbs at the ready.

The heavy metal door before him swung inward with surprising quietness. After several strained moments in which nothing happened aside from the wild thumping of Daro’s heart in his chest, he stepped slowly toward the threshold. He’d presumed that whoever he’d been speaking with earlier would have been stationed nearby, perhaps even on the other side of the wall. Confusion furrowed the ridges around his eyes. No one, it would seem, was manning the door; no one was coming in to attack him or retrieve him. The muted gloom was all that occupied the space on the other side of the doorframe. 

Suddenly presented with options for action, Daro found himself more focused, his thoughts coming quickly and more fully formed than the chaotic jumble he’d been dealing with since he’d regained consciousness. With practiced ease, he peered around the edge of the doorway and, finding the dim hall empty, slipped out into the gloom.

A light flickered erratically far ahead of him down the hall. He could barely make out his surroundings, leaving lingering questions over his whereabouts. He moved toward the light as quietly as he could manage in his armor, taking note of several open doors along the walls – the doors and the empty rooms beyond all identical to the one he’d been held in. 

As he drew closer to the light, his right hand clenched into a tight fist, he could just begin to make out the outline of a door before him – the hallway he’d been traversing had reached its conclusion. There was nowhere else to go but forward through the door, or back the way he’d come, and for a moment, he hesitated.

It was all too easy. With his military background, Daro was naturally suspicious of anything with an element of danger that felt too easily managed, too simple. Perhaps, since no guard had been stationed outside his door, there would be a sentry on the other side of this one? It was a reasonable assumption. And if there wasn’t, what did that mean – what could it mean that he’d been captured and held by the Obsidian Order, but then escaped so easily? Given their notoriety, Daro could only assume that was intentional. But if they wanted him to escape, why?

He'd been deliberating for too long. Regardless of what happened to him, he had to get to Emrys if he could. A fleeting memory of her walking beside him along the street, the early morning Cardassian sun glinting in her eyes as she gazed back at him, propelled him forward. 

This particular door was not one of the ancient, hinged-style doors that lined the hallway behind him – it was more modern, with a grimy, poorly backlit control panel set into the wall beside it. He wiped away some of the filth with the sleeve of his shirt and peered at the panel, trying to make out the controls. Opening the door required an access code. Daro huffed in frustration, feeling time slipping away from him. Who knew how long he’d already been in here.

He slipped his currently empty tactical belt from around his waist, grasping the sharp metallic tip between two fingers. He wiggled it into the slight gap between the panel and its housing; with a little force, he managed to pop the screen free and caught with nervous fingers just before it clattered to the ground. Setting it down lightly, he surveyed the mess of wires and isolinear chips before him. A brief flare of familiarity filled his chest and tingled through his probing fingers – this is where he excelled. He quickly mapped the wires in his head and sorted the chips into their likeliest subcommands. In only a few minutes, he’d managed to completely dismantle the panel. When he repositioned one last chip, he knew the door would hiss open and, not knowing what awaited him on the other side, he flattened himself against the wall on the other side of the controls. With a flick of his wrist, he’d moved the chip from one slot to another and, as he’d anticipated, the door slid open. The sound was loud, though he’d been in silence for so long that he really had no way to gauge it with any accuracy.

The threshold of the newly opened door heralded the open sky and empty street of the outside. Dread sunk a little lower in Daro’s gut as he considered the increasing likelihood that he’d merely been allowed to escape - it morphed into something like terror as he noticed the sky. It was early morning. He could just make out the distant shouting of vendors preparing for their morning markets. That he’d been trapped all night did not bode well for Emrys.

[kendsleyauthor]

🌊 Solitude + Discover + Quiver 🌊

Promptober 2023

Demigod Universe (Andreas and Dion)

~1500 words

A prequel to The Vineyard! Here is the exact moment that Dion realizes that his mysterious ex-lover, Andreas, is more than just a pretty face 😉

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Dion hadn’t worked in nearly two weeks. His fellow artists and craftspeople were growing more concerned by the day, but he couldn’t bring himself to go to the workshop. Couldn’t bring himself to face the inevitable questions of “Where is that handsome model that was tailing after you? What was his name? Andreas?”

With how swiftly Dion was falling behind on his tasks, he was lucky that his last few commissions had paid well. Anytime he sat at his home workbench with the intent of carving an amulet stone, his fingers wouldn’t respond. His mind would drift.

How could Andreas leave so abruptly? So coldly? Why wouldn’t he share what was sending him away?

Worry crowded Dion’s mind day and night. But his fretting was beginning to morph into bitterness. Perhaps Andreas had simply grown bored of him. 

He wandered daily. He was pitied at home, and he would be pitied in the workshops, so he secluded himself in the areas that he and Andreas used to escape to. Empty temples and rocky shorelines, mostly. Andreas seemed to favor the Dionysus temple near the beach at the edge of the island. 

“Of course it’s my favorite,” Andreas had said. “A temple honoring your namesake? How can I resist?”

That painfully charming smile and voice haunted him like infection in an open wound. He eyed the temple glumly. Although they had never done anything illicit in the temple itself, Dion had still worried they were being disrespectful, stealing away behind it.

“The god of wine and debauchery, offended?” Andreas scoffed. “Don’t you know anything?”

The temple sat lonely this evening. Visitors left offerings during the daytime—he caught glimpses of ripe grapes and bottles of wine. Dion wondered if his namesake ever got sick of being offered the same gifts. There was no one at his side to muse the idea with. Andreas probably would have laughed at the question.

Unable to look at the pillared structure for long, Dion ambled further and made his way along the shore. The waves roared, rushing in and out with more fervor than usual. The din wouldn’t silence his wounded thoughts.

He was being foolish, and he knew it. After all, it made sense that Andreas would leave his life as abruptly as he entered it. Someone as arrogant as him probably couldn’t stand to have only one admirer. He must have seen that Dion was getting too attached.

No matter how he tried to rationalize it, Andreas’ departure stung.

The island had weathered a storm just the other night. Clouds still gathered thickly over the beach, but the worst of it seemed to have passed. Drawing a deep breath, Dion tried to take the weather as a sign: the storm was over, and it was time to move on.

And yet, he swore every time he turned around that he would find Andreas watching him.

The water lapped aggressively at his heels. Perhaps remnants of the storm were still churning the ocean further away, creating an angry high tide. Lightning flashed in the distance, red in the dying light of the day. Too distant to worry about—yet.

A sound came from behind.

A wet dragging sound.

Dion froze and peeked over his shoulder. A choked noise caught in his throat as he staggered all the way around to face the source of the sound. 

He couldn’t comprehend exactly what he was seeing.

A grotesque creature was pulling itself from the waves—nearly twice his size. Its upper body was the bluish-green hue of a waterlogged man, but the bottom half seemed to shift between different forms, like it couldn’t decide whether to have the scales of a fish or sleek fur of a seal. 

Finally, it consolidated its form into fully humanoid to stand on the shore.

“Gods…” Dion swore, blood draining from his face.

There were more creatures, at least half a dozen, dragging themselves up to stand and locking eyes on him. He shuffled back as they spoke to each other in a strange language he couldn’t comprehend. But as they advanced, their intention was clear: they wanted him.

Telkhines. Shapeshifting creatures from the sea. He had never heard of these creatures on his island before, and he had little clue what he had done to invoke their ire.

He turned on his heel and started running clumsily on the wet sand.

He didn’t make it far before one of the telkhines seized him. Webbed hands locked around his arms, amphibious skin slick but brutal. At once, he fell face fist in the sand. Even one of the towering creatures could overpower him, but before long, three of them were dragging him into the water. 

“H-help!” His voice was raw as he coughed on sea water. He let out a guttural scream, but no one was around.

The world shook. It might have been the storm, miraculously approaching from a distance.

Water churned violently around him as the telkhines were torn away. Heaving, Dion scrambled in the rocky water. His eyes stung with salt as he struggled to make sense of the massive new addition to his surroundings.

High overhead, there was a shadow. He suddenly felt so foolish thinking the telkhines were huge. This new figure was perfectly humanoid in shape. Except it must have towered nearly as a high as the temple.

A fresh wave of fear gripped Dion. He clawed his way behind one of the rocks, gasping and coughing. 

When he’d screamed for help, he certainly hadn’t expected a giant to answer the call.

It had to be a god or demigod. Perhaps he’d gotten caught in the middle of some altercation. He couldn’t imagine that the giant was intervening with the intent to save him. He peeked out in time to see a pair of monstrously tremendous hands rip apart one of the telkhines. Rather than gore, the unfortunate creature’s corpse rained down as seafoam.

The other monsters fled, diving into the water and rushing straight past Dion without taking notice of him. He ducked anyway, quivering in his hiding place. His fingers dug painfully into the rock as he fought to keep himself grounded against the vicious current.

Other than the lapping water, there was silence.

Leave, Dion willed the giant. Leave me alone.

There was no movement.

Gods and demigods had the ability to vanish into thin air, he had heard. Perhaps the giant had already left. Trembling and breathing shallowly, Dion peeked around the rock. His heart dropped when he saw the giant knelt directly on the other side, leaning closer as though to take a curious look at the cowering mortal.

The giant flinched, apparently just as startled. His eyes were a rich, maddening shade of purple. His skin was sun-bronzed and smooth. His full lips parted with a small intake of air as they regarded each other.

And Dion knew he had gone absolutely crazy, because the giant looked like Andreas. 

The giant was Andreas.

For a second, they merely gaped. Then Andreas broke into a familiar, charming smile. His chuckle made Dion shrink away. The smile became tense, uncertain.

“I thought that might be you,” Andreas said, his voice achingly familiar but terrifyingly big.

Dion didn’t answer, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.

“Alright, I knew it was you,” Andreas admitted. 

The water shifted. One of the monstrous hands that had ripped apart the telkhine was fast approaching, filling Dion’s vision.

With what little air he had, Dion released a choked scream and lunged backward. His footing scrambled for purchase on the sharp rocks of the sea floor. He didn’t care if the current pulled him straight into the jaws of Charybdis. He could not allow that hand to touch him.

But true to himself as ever, Andreas got what he wanted. 

“Come now, you’d rather drown than see me? That’s rude of you.” Andreas pushed forward, blocking Dion’s escape and locking his fingers around his waist. 

“Let go,” Dion croaked out as he was lifted from the water. He squirmed, inspiring Andreas to grip him tighter. His vision swam as his senses were overwhelmed. He fought the urge to black out—vulnerable as he was now, he couldn’t afford to be unconscious around this monster. “Let go!”

“I’d rather not,” Andreas said as he rose to his full height. 

Gods, Dion was so far off the ground. 

Tearing his eyes away from the deadly fall, he made the mistake of meeting Andreas’ gaze. Even when held at chest level with the giant, Dion had to crane his neck. A frown creased Andreas’ brow as he regarded him. His eyes drifted away to the distance, then lit up as if he had a brilliant idea.

“The temple,” he said in that excited way of his when his words couldn’t keep up with his thoughts. “We’ll go to the temple. It’s a much more pleasant place to talk, I can assure you.”

Dion didn’t have the energy to protest—not that he would have been listened to, anyway. He faded in and out of consciousness as he was whisked away from the beach and carried high above the scraggly field that led up to the temple.

He gave up on fighting and buried his face in his hands, severely regretting the day he had laid eyes on Andreas.

[blue-disco-lights]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

Thank you @deedala for putting it together this week! and thanks for the tags @energievie, @creepkinginc, @sam-loves-seb, @lingy910y @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted

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Name: Julia (or Julia Gulia if you love to quote The Wedding Singer)

Age: if everyone’s doing it… double Nosho plus maybe one more

Location: Pacific Time!

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? Japan (and then I change my departure ticket and just stay backpacking across Asia)

📍whats the weather like there right now? Whatever it usually is when the Cherry Blossom Festival is happening (I think it's soon! so spring?) 

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? Fairly light - I know no matter what I pack, I’ll end up wearing the same 2 outfits on rotation 

📍are we taking a plane or a train? Flying (first class, of course, because I make the rules here, right?)

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? For a long trip like that, overnight (whether i’ll be able to sleep is a whole other story)

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? so i remember to come home...

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? a whatever they have Starbucks latte, extra hot because I can’t let it get lukewarm while I wait to board - bleh

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? On time, i never trust traffic getting to the airport (which is quite nice, so i don't mind wandering around)

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? joining the aisle team - just like the movie theater, i hate climbing over people to go to the restroom!

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? a 12+ hour flight and my 100+ open fic tabs and library books on my phone are all glaring at me… so read til my eyes burn/head spins, and then watch a movie

📍what are you reading/watching? let's go with whatever romcom they have on deck in the movie section

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? If they make you use your phone on the entertainment system, wireless - if it’s fancy and i get a screen, whatever headphones they give me

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? reeeeally try to nap, but i’m terrible at those

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? both?  I’ll take both! but also will need water with those salty ones 

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? i’m pretty much ready to explore the minute i get off the plane. i’m too curious to sit still

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! the jasmin green milk tea boba i’m drinking BELOW

Thank you @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted and @creepkinginc for tagging me in this Pic Crew!

For the record I haven't worn overalls since college, but it's the first outfit i gravitate to in these!

Care to travel and pic crew today? Both or just one your choice! 🪄 @sweetperversiongirl @palepinkgoat @gembu-tortuesouscafeine @jrooc @metalheadmickey @steorie @callivich @darlingian @thepupperino @deathclassic @heymrspatel @crossmydna @gallawitchxx @sweetbee78 @francesrose3 @deathclassic @jessieoneday @krysmiss @ian-galagher @bawlbrayker @ifallonblackdays @vintagelacerosette @stocious @look-i-love-u @mmmichyyy @rereadanon @sleepyfacetoughguy @heymacy @ms-moonlight-inn @suzy-queued

And everyone who sees this post!

[starrysnowdrop]

Lalapril 2024 Masterlist

Hali Aloke 🌊✨

1. Arrival

2. Season

3. Connect

4. Coast

5. Feather

6. Mark

7. Myth

8. Soul

9. Emotion

10. Silence

11. Endure

12. Zephyr

13. Blazing

14. Destination

15. Star

16. Fathom

17. Storm

18. Distance

19. Holy

20. Bloom

21. Whisper

22. Promise

23. Rise

24. Wish

25. Gratitude

26. Musical

27. Celebration

28. Dawn

29. Trail (+ Nameday!)

30. Departure

Completed: 04/30/2024

[jrooc]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

Thank you @deedala for putting it together this week! and thanks for the tags @juliakayyy @creepkinginc @mybrainismelted @michellemisfit

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Name: Jess (or J-rock as I randomly pronounce my own handle in my head like a weirdo)

Age: A little over a Nosho and a half (jumping on this train!)

Location: A cold winter tundra in which I'm afraid to go outdoors

we're going on a trip!! Thank fuck.

📍where are we going? Barbados

📍whats the weather like there right now? Hot and delightful

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? Over-packer. The last minute editing is real so I don't have to check a bag. 

📍are we taking a plane or a train? Flying Neeeooowww 🛫

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? Early morning. Sleep is for the weak, let's get to the beach. (I'm basically the spawn of satan before 9am so sorry if you're travelling with me lol)

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? I'm late so something for driving fast? Kendrick Lamar maybe. Or Greta Van Fleet.

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? Starbs as the kids say (do they?). I like the egg bites.

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? Late. I've never been on-time to an airport in my Nosho-and-half-years. I travel a decent amount so I've gotten real lazy. I show up and basically walk on the plane.

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? Window!

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? A long period of time where no one will interrupt my reading? Hello Fanfic.

📍what are you reading/watching? So much fanfic. Although I once had to stop reading a Porn Star AU for fear of the people behind me looking at my kindle.

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? Wireless

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? I miss being young and being able to sleep on planes. My long legs don't fit.

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? both?  Yes.

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? Pour me a cocktail and let me wander around the hotel. I always like to put my feet in the ocean.

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! Aforementioned cocktail and deep breaths of ocean air.

Also here's this cute picrew! It's sorta-accurate. The leather jacket and red lip certainly is.

Also I'm gonna tag you below - but as we recently chatting about in the fanfic discord. If I missed you, I didn't mean to! I love you all my mutuals. Consider yourself tagged if you see this. And if you don't want to participate you can unsubscribe at *fax dial-up sounds*.

Or I'm just waving hello! @ian-galagher @deathclassic @redwiccanrobin @mmmichyyy @stocious @skylerwinchester @mickeysgaymom @sgtmickeyslaughter @energievie @darlingian @thepupperino @skies-below @callivich @gallavichgeek @too-schoolforcool @guessiliedinthehook @cynfinsaa @bawlbrayker @rayrayor @ms-moonlight-inn @jessieoneday @crestfallercanyon @heymrspatel @such-a-barbarian @suchagallabitch @sluttygallavich

[mybrainismelted]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

happy wednesday!! Thanks @deedala for putting it together this week! and thanks for the tags @energievie, @creepkinginc, and @sam-loves-seb

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Name: Kat 😼

Age: won't be able to say this much longer, so.... twice a Nosho!

Location: Ontario, Canada

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? Hmm, somewhere warm. Hawaii!

📍whats the weather like there right now? SUMMERRRRR!!!

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? for a trip to hawaii? pack all the stuff. like... everything. 2, just in case.

📍are we taking a plane or a train? Sadly, trains don't get us there, so we are flying 🛫

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? overnight

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? Leavin' on a jetplane

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? There's no Dunkin' in Canada, so Starbucks it is!

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? oh, I made sure we left like 2 hours before we needed to. So now we are bored, but hey, we're here!

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? Window seat, every time 🪟

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? watch a movie, probably 📽️

📍what are you reading/watching? ok, there's a movie on... but honestly I'm probably just looking out the window and daydreaming

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? wired

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? stay awake

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? both? let's do both

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? I REALLY need to lie down right now, so hotel it is

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! Pineapple!!!!!

tagging some folks to join us on our travels! If you'd rather stay home, that's ok too!

@juliakayyy, @krysmiss, @jrooc, @deathclassic, @spacerockwriting, @transmickey, @crossmydna, @stocious, @scurvgirl, @ifallonblackdays, @ms-moonlight-inn, @notherenewjersey, @ian-galagher, @darlingian, @suzy-queued, @francesrose3, @such-a-barbarian, @mickeysgaymom, @michellemisfit, @too-schoolforcool, @heymrspatel, @solitarycreaturesthey, @softmick, @jessieoneday, @gallavichsuperfan, and @thepupperino

[ian-galagher]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

Thank you for tagging me Evie @energievie Michelle @michellemisfit Nosho @creepkinginc Kat @mybrainismelted Comet @spacerockwriting Donna @sleepyfacetoughguy Julia @juliakayyy and Jess @jrooc 🤗🧡

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Name: Willow

Age: one and a half Nosho 🤗🧡💚

Location: wrapped up in a blanket, nice and cozy 🤗

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? Africa 🦁🪶🦒😎☀️🦉🧳

📍whats the weather like there right now? really really hot, I'm already regretting my choice 😂

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? overpacker all the way 😂

📍are we taking a plane or a train? ✈️

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? overnight trip, we'll get to watch the sun set and rise on board the plane, it will be so pretty

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? I'm listening to the Africa playlist 🥰🧡

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? neither, we're going to a lovely little bakery and get some apple pie!

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? early by at least two hours but probably three 😁

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? staring out the window the whooole time 🥰

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? we're watching a bit of Shameless! but only to convert the people sitting behind us into becoming fans 😁

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? wireless earbuds with the noise canceling turned UP!

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? I'm gonna pretend to be sleeping but I'm too excited and I'll be awake the whole time 😁

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? I won't say no to some salty pretzels 😁

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? Comet is right, we gotta pee!

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! an apple that I instantly give to Nosho 🤗🧡💚

[tidalkrp]

Hello, pearls!

The following members have been removed from the roleplay, and their face claims released!

•Krystal Jung (soloist/actress) •Jinyoung of Got7

Thank you for your interest in Tidal!

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[mariaxxxxx]

Chapter 1 - The Sea Is My Destiny

Summary: To save your nation You are given as a bride to a sea god.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible

Work count: 1.331

Serie materialist

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His attentive eyes observed the people around him with some fear. However, before everything started to become scary, you were fascinated by being able to have time for yourself, to observe the people there, while the spokesman of your village loudly dictated praises to the gods.

You carefully observed the men dressed in traditional attire. They were always on guard, as if at any moment You could get up and run away. But You could feel the fear in those men's eyes; I could smell the fear exuding from their skin. You knew exactly why they were like this.

A discreet sigh escaped You, as you continued to observe the people. I could discern the fear, uncertainty and resentment between them, as if any wrong move would be a reason for greater misfortune. All of that was immense nonsense. On normal days you would laugh alongside your maids about how people were willing to fight over any nonsense. Now there were no handmaids, not anymore. It was just You and your uncertain future.

You noticed that the spokesperson had just finished speaking and was looking at You, as if waiting for your words. You waved briefly, dismissing him with your hand. The man went down two steps and stood next to his father, a leader who seemed the most spiteful of all, and his mother, who hid her sad face with a rigid look.

You stood up feeling inexplicable anxiety; the weight of saving everyone. The men who were beside you also stood up, but remained next to the throne where You rested. You clearly noticed how the eyes looking at You shone with expectation. You thought about smiling, but you were afraid you would start crying if your easy expression changed. They were foolish and needed to believe that You were confident that their sacrifice would be worth something.

“My people...” You began, your voice shaking. “I want you to know that I go in peace. My heart is happy to know that my sacrifice saved those I love.”

You stopped talking, waiting for the urge to cry to go away, but it didn't. You're back to speaking.

“I ask that you remember me with love, joy and compassion. Don't shed tears of sadness, celebrate my departure with music and dance. “

For the simplest people, that was enough. You were used to seeing your father hold celebrations to calm the people. But you realized that his speech didn't work for the tribal leaders. They looked at You as if all that wasn't real. But You weren't too worried about the opinion of those guys, since they failed to protect their people.

With a procession made up of your family members, musicians and dancers you walked through the city in your wedding attire to the beach. The entire city was celebrating as the threat had finally been neutralized. Legends and songs would be made in his honor; the young princess who was willing to marry a sea god to save her people from white invaders. As people rejoiced her name and flowers covered the path protecting her bare feet, You clenched the fabric of her dress tightly to keep yourself steady. You couldn't weaken, no. You couldn't show weakness in front of your people, in front of your mother, You needed to continue.

The threat came on a summer day, during the hottest day, large boats with white sails containing a red symbol arrived at the coast of their nation with weapons and violence. Men with skin as white as clouds in the sky wore iron clothes that sparkled in the sunlight. The white man used his magic weapons that fired iron balls, killing a warrior immediately, then came the disease, decimating an entire village in a few days.

You had lost one of your brothers to this disease, the oldest, the first, the one who would become leader of that people after the death of your father. The crown prince left behind a heartbroken mother, a wounded father, and a broken nation.

On a moonless night, over the waves of the sea, a man with ears that followed the direction of the stars and winged ankles appeared to his father. His father found himself falling on his knees for such a divine being. Man, God, offered his help to rid that land of its invaders, but something must be given in return. War and disease had taken all the resources of your nation, so it was up to your father to offer You; his only daughter. For some unknown reason the entity accepted.

When his father shared the news, his mother screamed, calling him the worst names possible. ‘’You demon! How dare you take my daughter away from me? I already lost one! I refuse to lose another one.” His mother had said with tears in her eyes. Her father only justified that she had other children and that sacrifices needed to be made for the good of the nation.

The council did not contest the action of its leader, your brothers were young to fight for You and your mother was alone. Decisions were made without knowledge; a dress was made, a procession organized and a marriage ceremony, without his presence, was held between his father and the entity. By custom you were already a married woman. Now, you walked towards your husband's house.

Her week was surrounded by beautification preparations; Her skin was bathed in scented oil, her hair was plucked and her mind was filled with information on how to please her husband on their wedding night. In her last days at home, her father was kinder to You, her brothers made a point of always being by her side and her mother started sleeping in her bed. The people were told how the young princess's action of giving herself to the unknown would save everyone and they praised her as a Goddess.

The courted followed to the beach where two enigmatic figures waited for You. You turned back looking one last time at your family, at your nation. It was not considered an auspicious act for a bride in procession to look back, but at that moment no one seemed to care about breaking traditions. You needed to see them one last time before you left forever.

His mother didn't shed a single tear when her gaze met hers; She knew that if she did, you would cry too, she needed to be strong for you. Her father had a firm look, but with a touch of affection underneath, as if saying sorry. And her brothers, her lovely brothers, waved their little arms and kissed her goodbye.

“It’s time, princess.” Said the Elder.

One last look was made before you turned and went towards the people waiting for you. As you approached those two figures, they began to take shape. A woman, an inch shorter than You, had blue skin and a strange brace that covered her shoulders, neck, nose and mouth. Her small body was covered by a red dress with details worked in black. The man was big, tall and muscular, also blue-skinned with the same braces as the girl. In his muscular hand he held a device similar to the one in his nose and mouth.

When You approached they made a kind of bow. Out of respect, You repeated the gesture, which seemed right, as they made satisfied expressions. The blue man approached You with that strange device in his hand.

“Do you want me to put it on?” You asked. The man didn't seem to understand what you were saying, he just tilted his head to the left side; similar to the gesture his father's hunting dogs made.

He took a few steps until he was too close to You. The device was placed on his face, covering his nose and mouth, the last thing You saw was the man's arms supporting his body before he fell into the sand.

[ale-xakii]

Galene's mermaid form 🌊✨

A few fun facts about this form:

She wasn't actually born with these purple hues shown on her top and tail. Her form changed slightly right after she got her vision which was after she finally decided to leave her birthplace in Fontaine and travel to Liyue. Her original colors were just baby blue and golden. As for her vision, she is able to use it underwater but the effects aren't as "colorful" as of other electro users. When she is used underwater, her power is showing with a very faint purple color and you mostly realize that she used it because the enemies are experiencing electrocution and are paralyzed.

Ever since she became a citizen of Liyue she wanted to avoid using this form. Liyue is known for it's mystical creatures of course but mermaids aren't nearly as respected as the adepti.

Sometimes, using her power, especially in battle will leave her in a weakened state which will make her want to turn back into this form. That was mostly when she was a lot younger but it can happen now too, either from battle's exhaustion or everyday activity. When that exhaustion hits, the very first thing that will start showing are the gills on her neck so to avoid that, she turned her necklace into a choker to hide it just in case.

If she, hypothetically speaking, was an actual playable character, she would be able to switch into this form! But only in a specific place, and that is Morte Region of Fontaine, the place of her birth and the waters she felt most comfortable in before her departure. This form (now back to story wise) allows her to swim fast and have a good hearing.

I think that's all for now, I don't have anything else in my mind 😅 If you have any questions, feel free to ask!💕

[such-a-barbarian]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

Thank you as always to @mybrainismelted and @jrooc for the tags!

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Name: Kell

Age: mid to late 30s

Location: the great white north!

we're going on a trip!! woot woot!

📍where are we going? Seeing as this time next week I will be Mexico, let's go early!

📍whats the weather like there right now? Warm and Sunny!

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? oh boy - chronic over-packer! Why do I need 10 pairs of underwear for a 7 day trip when I will be in swimsuit 90% of time? I DON'T KNOW OK! 

📍are we taking a plane or a train? I don't think you can get there by train and if you could it would take far too long. Plane it is!

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? Seeing as there is no time change between here and there I prefer early morning. If there was a significant time change then I'd prefer overnight.

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? Probably whatever is on the radio.

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? Neither. I don't drink coffee. But since we are on an early morning flight I am stopping at McDonalds for a McMuffin and a hashbrown

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? on-time. In fact, I am probably over an hour early. Being late gives me the most anxiety. If I'm not somewhere at least 10 minutes early I panic.

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? Window for sure. 1) I love watching the world get small. 2) I need to know when we are about to hit the tarmac.

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? Unlike my trip next week, for this pretend trip my kids aren't with me, so in that case I will be reading.

📍what are you reading/watching? So much fanfic. I currently have 92 fics on the "marked for later" list, so probably one of those.

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? wired. I do not own wireless headphones. Actually, I'll be lucky if I can find my wired ones before the flight...

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? Chances are pretty good I will fall asleep at some point.

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? both?  Yes. (excellent choice Jess)

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? Head to the hotel just long enough to drop the suitcases and change into a swimsuit, then it's immediately to the beach for me.

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! Something fruity and slushy and alcoholic with a tiny umbrella.

Also including this picrew! Forever in a hoodie.

tagging @francesrose3 @juliakayyy @tanktopgallavich @transmickey @babygirlmickey @zutaralesbian @lupeloto and @krysmiss if ya wanna.

[dottore-official]

🐈‍⬛@adi-cat-anon

❄️@brighella-the-trickster

@the-chaos-siblings

🌸@cherri-fox-official

♣️@clubs-anon

🪼@jellyfish-tallulah

🦈@jxwstheshark

🧰@lemme-fix-that

❤️@l0ve-anon

🐈‍⬛@merlot-meows

🌊@notice-of-departure

🧪@potionsforyoudarling

🧱@rian-brick-kay

🌊@scary-anon

🌊@scary-anons-older-sister

💛@yellow-heart-anon

[thepupperino]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

ME?! Logging into tumblr dot com and doing the weekly tag game? It's a miracle!!

Thank you to @deedala, @creepkinginc, @mybrainismelted, @juliakayyy, and @darlingian for the tags! You're all angels 😇

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Name: Keely

Age: 28

Location: Utah

We're going on a trip!!

📍Where are we going? I agree, somewhere warm. Let's go with Sydney, Australia!

📍What's the weather like there right now? According to the internet, 84 degrees (Fahrenheit) and partly cloudy.

📍Are you an over-packer or a light-packer? An over-packer who inevitably forgets something important.

📍Are we taking a plane or a train? A plane seems most effective.

📍Early morning departure or an overnight trip? Early morning.

📍What song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure?

📍We need to grab something on the way, Starbucks or Dunkin? Dutch Bros.

📍We've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! Be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? We're very early.

📍Are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? Happy with either!

📍We're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? I probably have time to do both!

📍What are you reading/watching? Reading Malibu Rising and watching a scary movie.

📍Are you using wireless or wired headphones? Wireless.

📍Are you going to take a nap or stay awake? It's a long flight, I'll take a nap.

📍Do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? I'll take the Sun Chips today, thanks!

📍We've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? We'll head to the hotel to drop off our stuff and gauge how we're feeling.

📍Finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! I'm gonna find an authentic Australian pavlova!

Kat and Julia also tagged me in this picrew! Featuring my signature pose. ✌🏻

Tagging some people to participate (if you’d like ☺️):

@too-schoolforcool, @xninetiestrendx, @michellemisfit, @sweetbee78, @energievie, @heymrspatel, @sirrudo, @suchagallabitch, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @ardent-fox, @purplemagpie, @grumble-fish