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[kira-kui-n]

awesome whimsical ocean adventure <3

[that-one-kiddo-in-the-back]

I mean, i don't wanna make some wild accusations here, but it is possible that the reason why she likes Seahorse Seashell Party could be because is wish fulfillment for her. Basically she wishes that every person she abused and called her out on it would take it back, apologize to her, and let themselves continue to be mistreated by her because she needs a lightning rod. Again, I don't wanna accuse her of anything, but considering how she is, it's a possibility.

I mean, it would make sense.

Lily has shown that she is a miserable person, so having living punching bags to take her unresolved anger out is something she "needs" to make herself better

[zeroskiis]

The wild soccer bunch as fishpeople/mermaids!

Alright! So I started to think...What If the bunch were fused with fishies/water animals! :3 These are just some of my opinions and I would be delighted to hear yours.

Leon: Beta/betta fish

So I considerd a jellyfish for Leon, since he can be a bit stingy, but I went for a Betta fish for Leon instead. Why? Well my reasoning for this is because the Betta fish are EXTREMELY territorial. Male betta don't get along with each other and will kill each other. Males don't get along that much with female bettas either, which ends up in bullying! :D 👍

I thought it fit Leon so I drew him as one another reason being that I just liked the idea of him being this frilly, colorful being that is just angry as hell. (The betta fish are really cool and have so many nice colors which is why I drew a couple variations)

Deniz: Koi carp

I don't really have that much reasoning for drawing Deniz as a Koi, like I did for Leon. I just associate Koi with pretty and rich, so It just fit Deniz inside my head. Another one I considered was a Moorish Idol, but I decided to abandon that idea.

This is the quick draft I did for the other one, the moorish idol, but I didn't really like it that much. The colors would have been cool and I think they fit Deniz, but I couldn't figure out the shape, so it got scrapped.

Vanessa: Orca

My reasonings for drawing Vanessa as an orca? Simple. I thought it was cool and fit her! She just seems like a fierce fighter and what a better way to respect that, than make her an apex predator of the sea!

I changed up the headscarf of hers a bit. I thought the headband would fit a bit better. :3

Jojo: Clownfish

This is another one I went for just purely out of feels. My head just didn't let the thought of Jojo as a clownfish leave my head. I just thought the colors would be nice. Another one I considered was an otter since otters are cuddly and cute and he sorta gives me those vibes too.

I drew his hat as a headband instead. I thought it would fit the mermaid theme better. I like to think it's made of seaweed and has some sewed in pearls as decor.

Marlon: Blue marlin

Sooo...You can probably see my reasoning. The name. Yup. Just because of the name. The Blue Marlin is a quite cool fish! I just decided to go with it!

I decided to change his hairstyle up a bit and I added the fishnet clothing piece or whatever it is. I added it because the species is often hunted in sport fishing. To my knowledge the marlin population has been hunted a lot.

(This has to be one of my favourite drawings.)

Markus: Octopus

For Markus I went for an octopus. I just feel like he would be one taking in his spot as the goalkeeper. (the tentacles would come in handy) Another reason I thought it would fit is because of his hoodie. He just feels like he likes to hide, and most octopus species can camouflage themselves to their surroundings, PERFECTLY.

I just like to think he would have longer hair so I dew him with longer hair! :D I added the broken chains just because I think he would be edgy like that. The cape thingy is just a reference to his iconic hoodie. :)

Raban: Axolotl

So for Raban I thought about drawing him as a seahorse, since they are very clumsy swimmers. But then I thought...Axolotls...And I liked that idea so much more!

I chose the axolotl, since they are quite clumsy swimmers and don't really have that great of an eyesight either. I also just liked the idea. :D

EXTRA! :

Now here are some ideas I didn't draw but I thought of!

Willi:

So I thought of Willi as a hermit crab. He just gives me those vibes!

That one long nosed blonde wanker dude that recruited Leon or something:

I don't even know why I thought of this dude, but need I even say it... anglerfish.

The unbeatables:

I like to think of them as a pack of piranhas. Not that much of a threat alone, but in a pack they will tear you up.

If we think about them as singular beings, I don't have that many ideas. For Michi I would probably go for something like the blobfish or an eel or something idk. For Kong, my head just said A L L I G A T O R. And the other ones I don't know the names of TwT

Natasha:

The one my head thought of was the sea angel. A Very pretty sea slugs species. I don't even really know why.

So here was more of my useless rambling! I'll let you be at peace now and quit yapping. :D

[babyrdie]

more yuri patrochilles? 👉👈

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STRAWBERRY, THANKS!!! Another excuse for me to talk about my fem!Patrochilles alternative universe lol (the other posts about it are in my #Fem!Patrochilles tag, for those who haven't seen it).

Well, have you read the myths of Theseus? If so, then you know that although the Minotaur is Theseus' most famous conquest, he was definitely not his only one. In fact, he wasn't even his first conquest! Before the Minotaur he had already defeated three thieves, a very dangerous wild pig, dealt with the Cretan bull that was aggressive in Marathon and challenged Minos to defend Periboea (at which point he had to jump into the sea to retrieve a ring thrown by Minos). After the Minotaur, he had other conquests as well. And why am I mentioning this? To show that it's not strange for heroes to also gain fame without being just for a very specific event. It's the same with Phyrra here.

Although Phyrra returns to Phthia and spends time there frequently, she isn’t there all the time. I imagine that, having been raised by Chiron, spending every day inside a palace wouldn’t work for her. Imagine being a girl raised in the forest, hunting, learning survival skills, gaining knowledge of healing, and then… abandoning all of that to stay inside a room weaving. It would simply be too radical a change. So I imagine that Phyrra made frequent trips to help people. She defeated bandits, she defended women from violence, she occasionally dealt with savage centaurs, she healed people with her knowledge learned from Chiron, etc. On these journeys, she always went closer to the sea when possible to meet Thetis and sometimes Thetis helped her reach certain destinations more quickly with the help of dolphins or seahorses (animals associated with Nereids, including Thetis. Achilles himself was depicted being carried by dolphins alongside Thetis in a piece of art by the Greek Scopas, it was mentioned by Pliny the Elder). I like to think that since Chiron was half horse and couldn’t have taught Phyrra wrestling that way, it was Thetis who taught Phyrra wrestling. Thetis knows wrestling, and we know this from the myth of her and Peleus, and there are many pottery depicting it (unfortunately, she lost).

Phyrra, of course, took Cleopatra with her. That's why I say that while Cleopatra is not a warrior, she is not particularly fragile. She is used to going on long journeys, helping Phyrra with the wounded (as I said before, I'm keeping the idea from The Iliad where Achilles taught Patroclus how to heal, so here Phyrra still taught Cleopatra how to heal), setting traps, preparing weapons, etc. Throughout her travels, Cleopatra thought about wearing simple clothes to avoid attracting the attention of thieves, but Phyrra insisted that Cleopatra keep wearing the expensive clothes and accessories that Phyrra gave her because she assured her that she could handle the thieves. All said and done, whenever someone tried to do something to Cleopatra, they would have to deal with her protective girlfriend lol they usually didn't make it out alive. In Phyrra's opinion, it didn't make sense to deprive Cleopatra of something she liked because of some inconvenient guys she could defeat.

Peleus here is a bit of a girl dad. He had Polydora with Antigona, his first wife, and then Phyrra with Thetis (Polydora really exists, and Antigona too. They're just forgotten by the general public. They’re not my invention!) and no boys. While this means he has no direct heirs to the throne, since back then heirs had to be male, it made him particularly concerned about his girls. Even though he knew Phyrra wasn't a typical person, he still couldn't help but care. For this reason, he allowed Phyrra and Cleopatra to use Balius and Xanthus on their travels, as the divine animals offered extra protection. Cleopatra quickly learned how to deal with them from Automedon, as she's great with animals like Patroclus, so on their journeys Cleopatra is usually the one taking care of them. In fact, it’s precisely because Menoetius knew this characteristic of Peleus that he entrusted Cleopatra to him, knowing that Peleus would protect her as he did with Polydora and Phyrra. In addition to them also being related, of course (I'm following Pindar's idea that Menoetius is the son of Aegina, Peleus' grandmother).

My Phyrra still cares about glory, even if she didn’t go to war to pursue it like Achilles. She’s still impulsive, too. So another problem is that when, during her journeys, Phyrra found herself mocked or underestimated by someone, she would quickly engage in physical conflicts that often ended in the death of the opponent. Depending on the situation, Cleopatra would stop her. For example, when the person was important enough that it would risk a political problem. In other cases, Cleopatra would simply allow Phyrra to do whatever she wanted. While Cleopatra herself wasn’t prone to violence because of the trauma of the accident with Clysonimus, she really didn’t care if Phyrra was violent.

The funny thing is, because Phyrra dressed so practically while Cleopatra kept herself very well-dressed, at first people thought that Cleopatra was a princess and Phyrra was her loyal servant, not the other way around. I mean, imagine Cleopatra sitting on top of Balius in an expensive dress and a bunch of precious jewelry while Phyrra is standing next to her in a tunic and positioning Xanthus, who is carrying their belongings. Eventually, though, people realized that it was the other way around. They were an outlier, so it was kind of impossible for them not to become known.

Occasionally, Phyrra and Cleopatra would visit Mount Pelion to speak with Chiron, Chariclo, and the other nymphs. It was on one of these visits that Cleopatra met the Pelion, as she wasn’t raised with Phyrra there. Cleopatra was particularly shocked to discover that Chiron and Chariclo were the parents of Achilles' paternal grandmother, Endeis lol. But they always returned to Phthia at some point, as Phyrra was worried about Peleus, who was getting older by the day. She didn't want to risk spending too much time away from him and something happening to him.

[matcha-milkies]

MARLIN

Summary: Marlin travels across the ocean to save his son and comes home emptyhanded. (In which Nemo really does die at the hands of Darla.)

Content Warnings: Major Character Death

Tags: Grief/Mourning, Guilt, Self-Pity, Bad Ending, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1,069

Link to AO3: Here

A/N: I wrote this thousands of feet in the air after rewatching Finding Nemo on an airplane, and then I let it rot on my drive for months SO UH. Enjoy my sleep-deprived angst?

I’m telling you, if I had posted this right after I got off the plane I would’ve been rambling in these notes about how Finding Nemo is one of the greatest animated films ever created (which I mean, it very well might be) but that’s just to give you an idea of the overzealous headspace I was in when I wrote this

The journey home feels short. He spends most of it in a daze. He’s surprised nothing got him in its jaws, and he wonders whether he would’ve tried to get away if anything had made the attempt. All that wild, reckless determination that had driven him across the ocean in a crazed frenzy, it’s gone, dispersed like dust in the current. He coasts along the seafloor looking and feeling hollow.

A few fish recognize him from the rumors, and when they try to talk to him, he just stares dead-eyed and desperately wishes they would try to eat him instead. He thinks maybe the shame will lessen with each retelling of the story, but in actuality it only intensifies.

“I didn’t make it in time.”

“I was too late.”

“Nemo is gone.”

It hurts to say. With every utterance, cold reality solidifies around him.

What makes it worse is those little landmarks, the trench, the minefield, milestones he passed with someone he’s trying to forget. It’s like grieving twice over. At times it feels like more pain than his little heart can reasonably be expected to bear.

And whatever pain he thought he felt on the way back, it’s not enough to prepare him for the wave of grief that hits him when he comes home to an empty anemone for the first time. He circles the interior aimlessly for a little while, like his brain is broken and doesn’t know how to locomote anymore. After a while, he finally settles down and lies on his side. He’s staring wide-eyed at the open blue above him and he looks dead.

At some point he falls asleep, and when he wakes up, he can’t tell himself it was just a dream, because the empty space beside him is impossible to ignore. He doesn’t get up from his spot on the floor. He doesn’t leave the anemone. He doesn’t eat. It’s a while before anyone comes to check on him.

“Hey, uh, Marlin?” It’s the seahorse dad. The irony of not being able to remember his name when he finally remembered Marlin’s. “You… You in there?”

Marlin closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep. When he’s asleep he doesn’t have to think.

“A couple parents saw you come home the other day…”

After a few beats of silence, he finally pokes his head out between the anemone’s arms. “I appreciate the concern. Please go away.”

“But…”

Marlin’s already retreated back into his home.

He didn’t honestly expect anyone to care whether he wasted away, but to his chagrin they keep sending fish to check on him and make sure he eats. Maybe he wasn’t enough of a recluse before. They don’t seem to have gotten the memo that he wants to be left alone.

He has a lot of dreams about her, which is ridiculous and pathetic because she’s definitely already forgotten about him, and he was the one who left her when she practically begged him not to. How could he do that to her? A failure as a husband, a failure as a father, and now a failure as a friend too. Why didn’t he at least stay with her?

Because it would’ve been too painful. Because every time he looked at her, he’d hear, “The boat went that way.”

Well, it’s echoing in his head anyway. So a lot of good that did him.

He replays scenarios in his head where he does everything right and stops his son from going out there in the first place. Scenarios where he gets through the obstacles quicker, does things faster, gets to Sydney sooner. It’s a momentary respite and it’s also agonizing, self-inflicted torture.

Some fish named Gill finds him, what must be an eternity later. Claims to have known Nemo from the dentist’s aquarium. Marlin shoos him and the rest of his gang away, doesn’t want to look at them or talk to them. Doesn’t want to… to know what his son went through in those final days…

Except that he does.

Slowly but surely, he peers out from the anemone. “Wait.”

Gill glances back at Marlin.

“You were the last ones to talk to him,” Marlin croaks. “And the last thing that he said to me— I— I guess what I’m asking is…” He realizes he hasn’t cried since it happened, not really, overtaken first by panic, then shock. Here and now, to his absolute horror, he can’t stop his voice from breaking into tearful quavering. “What I’m asking is… Was-Was he angry at me?”

“Angry at you?” Gill seems genuinely taken aback. “He was desperate to get back to you. It was all he could talk about.”

“The last thing he said to me was that he hated me,” Marlin explains. (If he doesn’t count the terrified screaming for help, which he’s trying really, really hard not to think about right now.) “So you don’t have to sugarcoat it for my sake. If he really hated me, I-I want to know.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” the starfish lifts herself long enough to pipe up. “Anyone could see that kid loved you so much.”

“When he heard you were coming for him, oh, you should’ve seen the look on his face.”

“He was such a little trouper.”

“You gave him the courage to go through with our first escape plan,” Gill says, and then, growing more solemn, “It… It almost worked too.”

Resentful thoughts creep in. Why couldn’t you have escaped sooner. Why couldn’t you have taken my son with you? But that’s not fair. It’s not their fault Nemo is gone. It’s his. It’s only his fault.

Instead of voicing any of that, what Marlin does is break down into quiet, ugly. shuddering sobs. Before he even really realizes he’s weeping, he’s flanked on both sides by fish, the blue and white lady and the purple-yellow guy, consoling him with gentle fins. “Hey there, it’s okay,” says Deb.

“It’s not okay. I was supposed to protect him, and instead I yelled at him and he swam off, and there was the boat and the people, I—” He draws in an enormous breath, having forgotten to inhale. “Why didn’t I go after him right away?”

“You don’t know that it would’ve made a difference.”

Marlin breaks from his sobbing long enough to look at Gill.

“What’s done is done. All you can do now is… move forward.”

A/N: Why did I write this.

(Yeah I called this fish a husband and not a mate. He called his anemone a “house” in the movie’s opening scene, I’m taking a few liberties of my own.)

[respectthepetty]

Since I decided the best way to make it through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage is to drink my way through it, welcome to the sixth round of

CockTails in the Skyy!

This week's drink is Deja Brew since we just saw this group six days ago:

dark coffee for our "tough" boss

vanilla brandy for the boss's babe

soy milk and ice for the men holding it together Tubtab and Jack

whipped cream and chocolate shavings for the disgustingly sweet Three and Zo

I don't like coffee, I didn't like the series, and I don't think I'll like this, but I like brandy, I'm obsessed with how Cher says "Boss" and anything that gets me more ThreeZo and Jack is worth watching.

Bottoms up!

What in the Tom, Dick, and Harry is happening?!

Call him honey, darling, or DADDY! <- Aoi gets it!

Cher feeding Gun who has a visible mustache shadow is hitting a sweet spot.

This is what upsets me - JimmySea and ForceBook have the domestic chemistry down. They excel at, yet had the wildest plots to work with. I hope Last Twilight and Only Friends do these men justice.

The yellow writing that keeps popping up is throwing me off.

Nice to see the wild ass color scheme is still going strong here, Reon!

The friend group is the reason I showed up every week!

Zo threatening his man while smiling is why I love him the most-est.

Cher made that imaginary intern very cute, but we all know Gun, who doesn't like skinship, would not touch that man like that.

Aoi getting more screen time this outing makes me upset that I didn't get MORE of her in the series. She was the best officemate.

I wonder how the office feels about Cher being ridiculous during office hours when he doesn't even work there. I'd be entertained, honestly, because I love other people's drama.

Okay, this is the tough boss I waited to see the entire series! Where was this jerk for twelve episodes?!

The entire office is really asking Cher to get his man together before they Julius Caesar his ass.

Cher constantly wearing Gun's colors is warming my ice cold heart.

I would love to believe that Gun doing 500 sit-ups is unrealistic, but then I remember Force's body-ody-ody and . . . do what you gotta do to maintain, sir.

I've written this before, but Force looks like a marble statue, and I need him to be in a BL about gym bros. Book can play the guy looking to get fit, and Force can be his trainer. Don't let those arm veins go to waste, GMMTV!

Gun is smiling like a ventriloquist, and it's creepy af.

Y'all, I'm really liking this installment. It's the Vice Versa one all over again. What are they going to do to eff this up?

Cher to Gun - "Are you finished or are you done?"

Why is everyone acting sus at this dinner?

I'm clutching my pearls that Cher's bright idea was to have Three and Zo fight.

I'm so conflicted. I want to be upset, but now Gun just gave Cher jewelry! Then Gun was cocky, and Cher slapped him on the ass. I like this.

The Deja Brew has too much caffeine and I feel my heart beating (I don't like reminders that I have a heart), so I'm gonna be a sober seahorse for the second episode. I'm already regretting this.

Moving into Cher's tiny apartment with this small tub thing instead of Gun's apartment with that huge ass tub was a dumb decision.

Every part of me hopes Gun acts just as amusing as Cher in the office.

Deadass, if I worked in this office with a boss whose boyfriend was this entertaining, I would be thriving. I would never have to drink another drop of water because these antics would keep me hydrated.

Jack has no fucks to give about this role-play situation unfolding during his billable hours.

Did this man have confetti in his pocket for this exact moment?! I'm telling you that I'd be living my best life in this office!

If I was that security guard, I would NOT have paid that 80 baht for Gun. Boss man does not need my hourly wage.

You'd be a custard apple or a pomegranate cause you're being extra! <-I'm using this because I love good commentary about *fruits*

I can't keep writing this, but I genuinely like this! Cher slamming his hand on the table and Gun immediately babying him. Urgh! I'm pleased!

This is giving me What's Wrong with Secretary Kim vibes.

Something keeps happening with the lighting to make the guys seem angelic, and I want to know what pressure the lighting department was under to make this work under these conditions.

I have been a vegetarian for over two decades, yet my meat-eating friends are the picky eaters, so I pop off like Gun just did every time I have to order them food. Why is the order so complicated?! Why three different places?!

Gun having printer and copier issues is the office drama I crave.

"That last sentence was lit." - GMMTV's translators deserve a raise.

Oh my gosh! WHERE IS PORSCHE?!

Aoi gets where I'm coming from. She is not going to let her boss and his boyfriend ruin her happiness. In fact, she embraces the chaos.

Cher is playing with Gun's face, and I'm going to fully admit that I liked this entire installment. They even exchanged colors!

The game idea is actually kinda okay-ish.

This role-playing unlocked a kink in Gun because now he wants to receive and give regularly-scheduled commands. Okay, sir, I see you.

Cher's shirt reads "Error Since Birth" and I LOVE IT!

I'm shocked and appalled about what I'm about to do. I thought I was going to be upset watching this, but I really enjoyed it. The color-coding (that I hated during the show) was consistent here unlike the other previous installments (Vice Versa, The Eclipse, and My School President), the repartee between Cher and Gun never missed, and their chemistry was good as usual. There was no Porsche, we didn't find out about Jack's previous relationship, and I'm pissed we didn't get THIS during the actual series, so . . .

8/10 CockTails for giving me most of what I wanted long after I wanted it.

Now, BRING ME MY SLUTS!

And before anyone asks, I'm in a long-term committed relationship with Pat's hair. That's how much I love it.

[evebestt]

For my dear friend Caroline's (@youleavethetardisbrakeson) birthday (because when you're internet friends you write each other smut your birthdays 😂). We've only known each other for a few months (insert that "I came across this particular tart about three years ago" meme), but it's been a wonderful few months having someone to yell with about Eve, Corlys and Rhaenys, and pregnant sex. Here's to 29, babes!

Flame Marries the Sea

Pairing: Corlys x Rhaenys

Summary: Rhaenys feels their babe flutter for the first time and tells Corlys. Their excitement and joy leads to sex.

Warnings: pregnant sex and pregnancy kink, dirty talk, oral sex

The title is an amalgamation of like three Hozier songs because his songs both fuck and make you fall devastatingly in love at the same time

Read here on AO3 or below

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Corlys sat forward in his chair, smiling down at Laenor, who babbled at his feet. “Was it a good day on the beach, my boy?”

Laenor grinned up at him, the mop of his curls nearly falling into his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, waving the carved seahorse Corlys had given him above his head. “Go beach every day.”

“You’ll wear out your mother and father if we go to the beach every day,” Rhaenys said from her chair opposite Corlys, her hand resting on top of the small swell of her belly, growing larger every day.

“I won’t,” he said, looking back down at the collection of toys in front of him and reaching for a small horse. “Beach every day.”

“As stubborn as his father,” Rhaenys murmured, giving Corlys a teasing look that made him smile.

“As if his stubbornness doesn’t come from the fire of a dragon.”

“Melly!” Laenor exclaimed at the mention of dragons, and Rhaenys prepared herself for a barrage of insistences that they go to visit Meleys, but then Laenor interrupted himself with a huge yawn, blinking blearily down at his toys.

“I think it’s time for a little sleep before dinner, my love,” she murmured, smiling as she stood from her chair. She bent down to grab him underneath his arms, only slightly hampered by her growing bulk. “Meleys will wait for another day.”

Grateful he didn’t fight her and merely nestled sleepily into her arms, she turned towards the hallway, but before she made it more than a handful of steps he reached out, his hands grabbing behind her. “Papa.”

Rhaenys turned back, looking from the boy to Corlys, who wore a lovestruck expression. “Do you want Papa to put you to bed?”

He shook his head against her shoulder, and she tried again. “Do you want me to put you to bed?”

He shook his head again, and she traded an amused look with Corlys. “Little love, you must—”

“Both,” he murmured, muffled against her dress, and Rhaenys thought her heart might melt when she realized what he wanted.

She glanced at Corlys again, that lovestruck expression only magnified as he walked up next to them, one hand on her back as he reached out with the other and stroked the boy’s wild white curls. “I think that can be arranged, lad.”

They made their way to his room together, Laenor becoming heavier and heavier in her arms as he drifted off. He was nearly asleep by the time Corlys turned down his bedcovers and she laid him down, but Corlys still reached for the plush dragon on the dresser and tucked it into the crook of his arm. 

She pulled the covers up to the boy’s chin, tucking them into his sides as she watched his face, relaxed in sleep, his mouth parted as he breathed. “Sweet dreams, my little one,” she murmured, and then moved to stand.

“Story,” Laenor suddenly said, his eyes still closed.

Rhaenys stifled a chuckle, looking up at Corlys. “Story?”

He eased down onto the bed next to her, reaching out to brush the hair away from Laenor’s eyes. “One day, on my seventh voyage, my crew and I came upon an island, leagues away from any other land.”

Corlys told the story of the warm pool they had found near the center of the island, keeping his voice low and quiet as the boy began to drift off again. “It stood only waist deep at its center, but the water remained clear, for there was a vent that brought up hot water, seemingly from the land’s center itself.”

Rhaenys moved in the corner of his eye, and he glanced over to see her with her hand on the lower swell of her belly, staring down at it intently.

“Papa,” Laenor called drowsily before Corlys could reach for his wife. “Story.”

Rhaenys met his eye and gave him a smile, nodding back towards Laenor.

“We,” Corlys started again, trying to find his train of thought. “We thought we might have stumbled upon a Well of Life, for the flowers and trees that bloomed along its shores were some of the richest I’ve ever seen.”

In only a few moments, Laenor was asleep again, and before long they were able to sneak towards the door, shutting it quietly behind them.

“What happened?” Corlys asked as soon as the door was closed, reaching for Rhaenys. “In there, you were looking at the babe.”

She broke into a radiant smile, stepping until she could wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. “I felt the babe flutter for the first time.”

He grinned too, stepping back until he could see her clearly. “You did?”

She nodded, and he grabbed her waist and pulled her close again, kissing her deeper than before. She encouraged it, tilting her head until he easily slipped his tongue past her lips, the warmth and taste of the embrace filling his mind so that there was nothing else — until she reached down and cupped him through his breeches.

He twitched against her palm, his trousers quickly becoming tight, and Rhaenys broke the kiss as she squeezed him, her other hand coming to pull at the shirt tucked into his waistband.

“So forward, wife,” he teased, though it was undercut by the strained arousal in his voice, trying not to jerk into her hand. “One would think I don’t pleasure you enough.”

She hummed at his teasing, giving a firmer squeeze to his shaft while she trailed her other hand up the bare skin of his abdomen, causing the muscles to tighten and his cock to jerk. “One should not mock when he himself is in a similar state,” she mused, and Corlys couldn’t help but huff out a laugh.

“A valid argument,” he agreed, fighting another instinct to rut his hips when she rubbed her palm on his bulge. “Should we take this elsewhere, or are you looking for a tryst in the hall?” he breathed, only half teasing, and she shot him a coy look.

“Take me to bed, sailor.”

With a playful growl, he leaned down and swept her into his arms, chuckling at the stifled squeak of surprise she let out as he turned and started for their rooms, her breathless giggles in his ear all the way.

The doors had barely slammed closed behind them before Corlys set her on her feet and pulled her into a hard kiss. She reciprocated in kind, her hands returning to her task of pulling at the buttons of his shirt, finally succeeding and letting it flutter to the floor. Her hands roamed across his chest and shoulders, nails scratching lightly. He was content in the moment, the feel of her hands and the taste of her lips enough, but then she moaned into his mouth — a low, needy sound, her hands trailing to the edge of his trousers, and he couldn’t wait any longer to feel her skin against his.

Her dress was simple, done with buttons down the front and a high waist to accommodate the swell of the stomach. She’d worn it for comfort, he knew, and to protect her nicer clothing from the mess that was a toddler on the beach, but in the moment all he could care for was that the dress made for easy removal — flicking the buttons open and coaxing the dress off her shoulder until it pooled at her feet.

Bare before him, she was like a goddess among men — her breasts already swollen and heavy, her waist thickened and her stomach rounded between them, the top of the swell just beginning to show below her breasts.

“Wife,” he breathed, kneeling to run his hand over her belly, nearly covering its breadth with the spread of his fingers before he leaned in to kiss the swell. “My babe.” He pressed another kiss to her skin. “Our babe, quickened.”

And then he could smell her arousal, sweet and heady, and the fingers in his hair were insistent, and the both of them were pulling him down, down, closer to her core as he pressed kisses to every inch he could reach.

“I see you declined to wear anything underneath,” he murmured playfully against her skin, cupping her calves and letting his fingers trail up to the soft skin of her thighs.

“Mm,” she hummed, sounding sly as she widened her stance, his lips trailing to the underside of her belly. “Underclothes aren’t made for a babe in the womb. Simply easier to go without.”

He would have teased her for such an obvious ploy, but then his touch reached the crease of her thigh, and all he could think of was her. She was soaked — warm, thick arousal clinging to the lips of her cunt, smearing the tops of her thighs until all he wanted was to spread her wide on their bed and feast. He slid his fingers through her folds, the fingers in his hair tightening and a low hum coming from deep within her throat.

“Always so slick when you’re with child,” he said, his voice rough. He was close enough he could practically taste her as he spread her with his fingers, and could see how she throbbed at his touch, her thighs quivering before him. “And always so sensitive.”

And her scent in his nose and his mouth, he couldn’t wait any longer. Cupping the back of her thigh, he pulled it over his shoulder, spreading her further and pulling her to his mouth. He ran his tongue through her folds and up to her clit, her unabashed moan spurring him on. He stroked it with the flat of his tongue, setting his neck against her weight as she rocked her hips against his mouth almost frantically, pulling hard on his hair.

“Corlys,” she moaned when he set his lips around her clit. He sucked, feeling her twitch against his mouth, but then she was tugging on his hair again, this time trying to pull him to stand. “Corlys, I need you.”

He growled at her plea, quickly moving to stand, his cock throbbing in his breeches. Her hands set to work on the laces, undoing them as he pulled her in for a deep kiss, cupping her bottom and slowly rocking his hips as she reached into his trousers and stroked him. He could taste her faintly beneath the taste of her arousal, a combination that had his hips moving faster, but then she was pushing at his trousers, and he reached down to help her, not breaking the kiss as they pushed them down in a tangle until he was as bare as she was.

She pulled them towards the bed, her hand still on his cock. He followed for a few steps, but before she could fall back onto the mattress he stopped and turned her, coaxing her onto her knees, her hands braced on the headboard as he kneeled behind her. He let his hands roam across her sides, feeling gooseflesh erupt on her skin, before one settled on her belly, cupping the bottom of the swell as he pulled her close.

“I want to hold my growing babe while I pleasure my wife,” he growled in her ear, feeling her shiver in his arms as she moaned.

She wiggled her hips, pushing back against his cock sitting between her thighs. “Fuck me, husband.”

And powerless to refuse, he grasped his cock and guided it toward her entrance before bottoming out in one quick, deep thrust.

“Seven above,” she rasped, head falling back against his shoulder, and Corlys took the opportunity to kiss her neck, quickly sucking a bruise.

She shivered in his arms, still panting from the stretch, and the movement made her tighten and squeeze his cock until he groaned, gripping her hip in one hand, the other still on her belly.

“Rhaenys,” he growled against her neck, pressing his hips against hers as though he could slide deeper inside. “Gods, do you know what you do to me?”

“Tell me how it feels,” she moaned, her voice low and rough, “buried inside me, just as you were the night you gave me a babe.”

He groaned, her words overwhelming, the image of her flooded with his seed fueling the ache at the base of his cock. “Like I’m drowning in your sea,” he moaned, his teeth set against the skin of her neck, “and yet you’re all I need to breathe.”

She moaned again, low and ragged, driven by his arousal as well as her own. “Take me,” she rasped, rocking her hips against his. “Show me how much you want me.”

A wish, a plea, a command, Corlys began to move. The first few strokes of his cock were long and steady, pulling out to nearly the tip before pushing back in. But then she was moaning, gasping in his arms, and the tight, throbbing heat of her cunt was too much to resist and he was moving faster, his thrusts becoming harder and quicker until the sound of his hips hitting hers was nearly deafening in the room.

He felt like a beast, rutting into her with abandon, but she only encouraged him with her loud moans and gasps, her hand reaching back to grip the muscle of his thigh, digging in as though she could pull him closer and drive him harder.

“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” he growled in her ear, reaching up from her hip to palm her breast. She cried out, head thrown back on his shoulder again, and he carefully thumbed her nipple, knowing how sensitive she’d been. “How desperate you make me, how I ache for you like I never have another?”

“Corlys,” she rasped, her hips twitching as he pounded into her. “So full of you,” she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her fingertips white on the headboard where she gripped it, “your cock, your babe, everything, yours.”

“Wife,” he gasped, his balls aching, and he squeezed her breast harder in response, sucking another bruise on her neck. 

She arched her back, a ragged moan in her throat, and the movement pushed the swell of her stomach further into his hand. He tightened his grip on her belly, his hand spanning hipbone to hipbone as he cupped the little life inside, kicking and fluttering and alive and his.

“My babe,” he huffed, the sudden rush of the thought sinking into his mind and throbbing at the base of his cock.

“Your babe,” she echoed, her hand squeezing his thigh. “Your seed took hold, gave me a babe.”

That gave him a heady rush of pride, and a baser wave of virility that ached in his balls. He wouldn’t last long at this pace, her throbbing heat and filthy words, but she was tight around him and her body tense, and he knew she wouldn’t last long either. He reached up from her breast, sliding his hand up the soft skin of her chest to her neck, resting there as his hips moved in a blur. She gasped, a moan vibrating under his palm, and then she reached down past his hand to stroke her clit, her walls pulsing in response and making him groan.

“Yes, touch yourself,” he panted, thrusting impossibly faster. “Make yourself cum, I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

She moaned, higher pitched than before, and from that sound alone he knew she was close. He set his jaw in determination, his thrusts becoming shorter as they both barrelled toward the edge.

“Corlys,” she moaned again, her voice barely above a whisper, and he could feel her walls flutter, her hips twitching erratically as she squirmed in his arms.

And then she came, a long, low moan on her lips as her cunt pulsed hotly around him, and he growled at the feeling, turning his head to suck at the hinge of her jaw. His shaft ached, his balls heavy and tight, and with her release clenching around him, he couldn’t hold back. He slammed his hips through two more thrusts before he buried himself inside her, cock twitching, and then he groaned as the tension in his abdomen snapped and he came.

Pleasure shot up his spine with every pulse of his cock, so overwhelming that he worried his knees might give out. Rhaenys sagged in his arms, her hips still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, and he leaned his forehead on her shoulder, surrounded by her warmth and her scent and the feel of her in his arms.

When his cock had spilled his seed and her breathing had steadied, he ran his hand down to her hip, her hand coming to rest atop the one he still had on her belly. Overwhelmed with emotion, he picked up his head to nuzzle the skin of her neck, kissing down a line of freckles that he knew by heart.

“Corlys,” she murmured softly, almost reverently, turning her head to nuzzle his cheek, and he felt his heart swell in his chest.

“My love,” he murmured back, kissing her again before caressing the swell of her belly again. “My loves. All of you. My family.”

“Darling,” she whispered, such emotion in her voice that Corlys picked up his head to look at her, and found himself, not for the first time, looking upon a goddess. The light of the setting sun streamed in through the window, lighting her in gold, and he thought she must have been crafted by the hands of The Seven themselves. Her eyes were soft and warm, looking green in the golden light, and so full of love that his breath escaped him.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss, chaste in comparison to the urgency of before, but so tender and gentle that he knew he would treasure this one kiss above all others until the day he died.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, and he felt his soul warm when she smiled.

“I love you, too.”

[divinekangaroo]

Here is what I know about seahorses and some things I have also interpolated:

they survive because of camouflage and low nutritional value (no specific predator)

they have such an inefficient gut they need to eat constantly

the male fertilises the eggs inside the female and then the female transfers fertilised eggs inside the male, who then incubates the eggs until they hatch and he gives live birth to them. I assume this is an evolutionary thing because they are so shitty at getting nutrition from what they eat: the female is fully depleted of calories by making eggs (?) that she gives them to the male to incubate so she’s not further starved by incubating?? And the male actually gives live birth so it’s not a matter of him carrying eggs on his back like a frog, he is actually biologically termed pregnant. ( IDK but it sounds like a good theory)

they are so good at camouflage humans have repeatedly declared certain species extinct only to realise no, they’re still there, we just missed ALL of them on our last count because we sent out the junior marine biologists out to look

they are generally assumed to be endangered however, because they are totally dependent on endangered reef areas and cannot adapt

they struggle to breed successfully in the wild because they require ample vertical rising distance for their breeding ceremony, but have to live in a narrow band of very warm shallow water on reefs, so frequently their breeding is disrupted simply because where they live is too shallow to adequately rise up in their vertical dance

they struggle to breed in captivity for the same reason, they need vertical tanks not horizontal

they can’t generally share their aquarium with other fish because other fish eat faster than they do and the seahorses risk starving because they’re so useless

the one bit of eating that they are not useless at is actually sucking food into their mouth

i love them because they are like looking at a small series of wonders/miracles stacked together

[armorabs]

I think the one Character that the Modern seasons need to show more is Mystery (My Pretty Seahorse) because given on how that we last saw her in "Gary and Spot", I kinda wish we could kinda see more of her like what they did with Bubble Bass unless if there is a confirmation that she's got an New Owner.

well i mean she's a wild horse. er, seahorse. what more can they really do with her? unless they wanna get ambitious and do an episode that parodies spirit: stallion of the cimarron i'm not entirely sure there is a whole lot else to do with her beyond cameo appearances when contextually fitting or relevant.

[irlkisukeurahara]

omg byahisa t4t....pls tell me more (if you want)

oh no, now you've done it..

You've activated Miles' inability to shut the fuck up...

BYAHISA T4T 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

*cough*

Okay--

I don't normally give characters deadnames. I only have one for Byakuya here because I've made transphobia relevant in this, plus it's for ease of reference. I also kinda threw in stuff about the ByaHisa OC at the end because it goes in tandem with the headcanons, so cw for a brief mention of seahorse dad Byakuya I guess (google it)

Here we are, back in the 18th century, to the birth of a one Kuroishi Kuchiki. Initially planned to just be the first born child of Sojun, upon realizing how poor his and his wife's health are, they settled for just one.

The little girl never behaved in a way they deemed standard. Rambunctious and wild, playing in the mud, eating things she shouldn't, cussing at Ginrei etc etc...

And here's something else they realized, this child never taking any interest in men. Ever. While Sojun was more or less happy to have a surviving child at all, Ginrei wasn't so complacent. How is the Kuchiki line going to continue if the granddaughter doesn't like boys?

Homophobia and transphobia aren't exactly as standard in the Soul Society as you'd expect, they're mostly tolerant of it due to Shunsui and Jushiro being as openly queer as they are. But let's just say that the Kuchiki family was a bit more, let's say old fashioned. Didn't quite move on with the times as much as others did.

Thoughts maybe spread of just getting little Kuro a husband and telling her to fake it until she makes it. But Kuro herself told her father something they didn't expect, something that threw a wrench in their ideas even more.

That "she" hated being called Kuroishi, or just Kuro, or the Kuchiki Clan Daughter, that being a boy fit better. That Byakuya fit better. Sojun accepted his boy with open arms, again not nearly as concerned with grandkids. Considering how much struggle it took to have Byakuya, and how he'd never have any other kids, Byakuya's happiness was top priority to him. But the pride of the Kuchiki family seemed to matter more to Ginrei.

At first, their decision was to completely ignore Byakuya's gender expression. To disregard it, make him pretend to be Kuro his entire life, marry a man, and continue the line. The child was finally happy with who he was, after 150 or so years! Who were they to try and take that away from him?!

So he ran, ran off into a certain Rukongai district you might remember. A little district called Inuzuri.

He'd have to face them again eventually, and he'd be in deep shit when he did, but maybe he thought to himself that he was prolonging the inevitable. He'd started considering rash measures, and even almost took a plummet.

But then, a local girl saved him. Kept him away talking things through with him. They sat down together, trying to understand what was going on.

"They're considering pretending I'm a girl. I mean, I was born one. But I'm not a girl. But they're going to make me be a girl so that I could be a good Kuchiki like I'm supposed to. Auntie couldn't have kids and I'm my father's only son, so I'm really their only hope." The girl managed to make Byakuya admit, after talking him off a ledge. It's the first time he verbalized his thoughts, it was kind of cathartic. Listening, she gave him a pat on the back.

"I know what it feels like. Kind of. I mean, I was never a noble or anything, but... I get the feeling of parents trying to make you pretend to be your born gender to look good, when that's never how you've felt."

A friend, a friend who could understand him. That's what Byakuya needed. He was far detached from people, how could anyone understand the life of Byakuya Kuchiki? There was no one. Everyone in the other three clans were a bunch of shabby grownups he assumed were cis who were fine with their position, but Byakuya was a child. A child who was confused, told by his father to live his life by his own rules and for himself, yet told by his grandfather to live life for the clan. As a kid, he just couldn't choose! He couldn't understand himself, how could anyone understand him?

But this girl, she got him. They understood each other, even if they lived in different worlds!

Byakuya started sneaking off to see this girl, the girl by the name of Hisana. If he wasn't training, at a meeting, or talking to his dad, he was sneaking out to meet Hisana. So many times, in fact, that it made Ginrei angry. He was beginning to demand that Byakuya be wed by someone who will keep him down. And Byakuya ran away again, but this time, with slightly different intentions.

"Hisana, I know we're not dating, but will you please marry me?"

Huh? Hisana was taken aback by his asking. Where did this come from? He went on, saying that she deserved better and he could provide her with luxury. That she didn't deserve to suffer, cold and alone.

One condition, she said.

He asked, what condition? Oh, I'll do anything!

She said that she'll marry him if the Kuchiki family swears to find and adopt her baby sibling (brother or sister depends on whether it coexists with t4t RenRuki or not lol) Of course, Byakuya agreed.

How to convince the Kuchiki family? She was but a scruffy 17-20 year old that'd been dead for a few years at this point. Byakuya was Byakuya. For years, Ginrei was not budging, up until Hisana revealed to them that she was trans. Then, his attitude began to change.

Their marriage would be allowed! There was one condition. They'd have to have a kid. Then Byakuya's gender identity would be respected, and history would be rewritten. Rewritten to believe that Byakuya was always a male, and that Kuro never existed. Telling the world that Hisana was pregnant with the child of the Kuchiki family after the fact, hiding all truth from the Soul Society. Byakuya was scared at first, but this was better. The best case scenario, even if it was already terrifying.

Once they were both considered "adults," they were married.

A year into the marriage, off in his study Byakuya spent his days, writing and doing calligraphy. Out in the Rukongai Hisana continued to spend her days, looking and searching for the missing child, joining the search parties made up by Kuchiki servants. A year they spent majorly apart, as Byakuya wasn't permitted to go anywhere for some time. One day, she's frantically ordered back to the manor. She left the search party, being escorted home. There she was, entering the manor, assuming the worst. But instead, there Byakuya was, sat there with their baby son.

Instantly, Hisana loved him. While she was concerned at first that he'd just feel like a tool to make them learn to respect Byakuya, she instantly was drawn to the bubbly little baby. Ginrei stayed true to his word. History was rewritten, and they even faked a maternity picture with Hisana. The Kuchiki family was satisfied, and Byakuya and Hisana were happy! The only thing that would make it all better would be if the child that Hisana left behind was with them too.

While Byakuya took on a primary caring role for their son, Hisana helped of course. She still joined searches all the time, but started to do so every other day instead. She had two priorities in life, and she tried her best to balance them.

But then, Hisana fell ill. She couldn't go anywhere, helping search or helping raise her son. A few years following, she'd be bedridden. Byakuya would visit her at every opportunity, talking to her about anything to make her feel better. Though usually, it was about their son's development. He showed her when their son could walk, made him repeat things when he started to talk. That, and anything to make her smile. She slowly lost her ability to sit up, and he'd still visit her every day with their son. But one day, her energy was gone. She could hardly even look at them, but he still came by. He held her hand, with their son in his other arm. As he swore once more on his promise to find her baby sibling, she passed away. And from then on forward, Byakuya took after his grandfather more and more, without the influence of his father or his wife, his humanity couldn't cling on. It became repressed into the deepest recesses of his mind. His smile died with his wife.

[incorrectshantaequotes]

Hey so when exactly will you do more reverse au art because I got an idea for the coral siren and anglerfish siren, so you see the anglerfish siren swap with coral siren which now she like an cyborg/cyberpunk ish girl which her big eye is half robot and alive, which can shoot lasers and electricity claws. And the coral siren swaps with anglerfish siren which now she more like an darken coral environment and uses an living coral monster like from the scooby doo episode

Again, I haven't actually done any art myself - I've reblogged fanart, and I've received one submission of fanart, but no art from me personally! There's been a few different people who've done fanart, but @volcanolotus has done the most last I checked (with incredibly good designs might I add)

Anyway, I like your ideas! While I haven't done a swap of the other sirens and don't plan to - partially to keep to the original vision of the swap only affecting the "main cast," as it were, partially because the sirens that aren't Lobster and Empress have so little focus in the actual game that it's hard to imagine how a swap of them would even impact that much - a cyborg Anglerfish Siren and a Coral Siren that uses summon magic like Risky's own sounds like a good start! if I did end up swapping the other sirens, swapping Anglerfish and Coral Siren honestly seems like a natural fit

for fun, I'll give my own take on the idea; not really fleshed out that much because, again, not planning on swapping the other sirens, but here you go (under read more since this is already a fairly big ask):

Anglerfish Siren -> Fanfin Siren:

So yeah, fun fact, apparently anglerfish covers a rather broad selection of species, some of which are wildly different from the typical idea of an anglerfish. Go look it up sometime, it's wild! Anyway, went with fanfins since they're the species of anglerfish most notable for not having a lure, with the idea being that Fanfin Siren made a prosthetic lure (that does function as a cool robot eye since that's a good idea) to make up for her lack of one

Fanfin Siren is the ship's technician, with all the dreariness, deadpan, and dramatics of her regular counterpart - all of which adds up for her to be a goth punk rocker, complete with a sick guitar and scene bangs

Her boss fight is more of a concert than a fight, with her sending large soundwaves at Risky while her prosthetic lure fires small lasers to take potshots at her

Coral Siren -> Seahorse Siren:

Much like how Fanfin Siren gets Coral's role as the technician, Seahorse Siren gets Anglerfish's role as the magician, which combined with her manic gremlin persona can lead to, ah. A bit of trouble you could say. Shenanigans, if you will

Seahorse Siren still has her pet cycloptic slug-thing Spiny, though instead of using him as a visor she instead uses it as a crystal ball...and will also magically enlarge it to gigantic size to fight for her

That's not to say she'll leave Spiny alone to fight for itself, no no! She'll support it by sitting back behind a fortune-telling curtain and making minions out of coral, occasionally popping her head out to laugh at Risky's misfortune

[thelemonzone42]

Ally the Dolphin Fairy

Rachel, Kirsty, and Kirsty’s Gran were getting off the bus to the beaches near Lea-On-Sea Resort. It was a local resort for visiting tourists. Kirsty’s Gran had to go shopping for a little bit. The girls promised to stay together. As they were enjoying the beach, they came across a shiny shell with a ribbon on it. It was an invitation to the Fairyland Royal Aquarium Gala.

After changing into fairies behind a rock, they were transported to Fairyland. It was there they met Shannon the Ocean Fairy and her helpers, The Ocean Fairies. Then it was time for Shannon to play her annual song of the aquarium. Just as she was about to play her song, someone started ranting about how much he hated the beach. It was Jack Frost, he grabbed Shannon’s conch shell and gave it to his goblin minions. As usual, the goblins fought over who gets to play with it. They were fighting so hard, they accidentally dropped the shell and it broke into seven pieces. Jack Frost hid the pieces in different parts of the human world. Fortunately, Queen Titania sent seven Magic Ocean Animals to guard them until one of their fairies showed up. 

Queen Titania gave Ally, Rachel, and Kirsty orders to go find Echo the Dolphin in The Human World. A few seconds later, they were at Ocean World Aquarium. Angelfish, seahorses and all other sorts of fish.  At the Ocean World Wild Dolphin Show, the performers canceled because the dolphins have been acting strange. Rachel, Kirsty, and Ally knew that a piece of the shell was missing. By the dolphin pool, they found goblins in disguise fighting over who gets to feed the dolphins.

In the ocean, they could see Echo, Ally’s pet dolphin swimming with a pod of dolphins. In fairy form, they asked Echo where the missing shell piece was. Echo leads them to the bottom of the sea and to a sea cave. Behind them, goblins were trying to get it, but they were interrupted by a consortium of crabs. The dolphins decided to distract the goblins while the fairies traded a pearl for the shell piece. Before they got a chance to get the shell piece, one dolphin swooshed in and accidentally made the shell piece fly out of one of the crab’s claws. A goblin grabbed it and the dolphins swam for it. 

Rachel, Kirsty, and Ally followed the goblins to the surface where they could see the goblins attend a wakeboarding show. They weren’t fast enough to catch up with the goblins, but the dolphins are. Hopping onto the dolphins backs, the fairies made their way to the rescue. The dolphins popped in front of the goblin who was wakeboarding. The goblins were so scared, he dropped the shell piece and Ally got her shell piece back. She kissed Echo as a way to say, ‘Thank You’.

When Ally sent Rachel and Kirsty back to Lea-On-Sea Resort, the two girls could see that they were only gone for a minute. Now they only have six more shell pieces to find.

The End.

[luvpogl-music]

[And so what kind of beast would I be little minstrels of truth, to leave you plagued with Jobs worries, neglecting that little girl Noir and the dreams she was starting to sing, believing in her heart that they could come true.]

Now, what little girls are never told and mom's can't speak of because they don't carry the disease of cooties; is that with the misaligned genes comes emotions so strong and confusing it hard to control and keep it her secret. Accepted by society as just an understanding that because their girls their expected to over emotional and foolishly led down stray paths.

It also happens to be that because of the disease some girls are stricken with they age faster than boys, not in Earth years, but in God's time they grow and mature at faster rates. This confuses doctors and scientists of the Earth, as they study to figure out why the life span of women is a few years behind men. It's not they they die young, but that God commands that they return early for their age is advanced [And this my friends agrees with the Chinese philosophy as well in their assignment of numbers and whether they be "he" or "she", "yin" and "Yang" if you will].

That little girl we've only just met during her adolescence began experiencing strange occurrences only she seemed to see. Uncontrollably she wrote down all that her mind spoke about how her heart felt. Surrounded by the protection of white picket fences and all the advantages that financial esteem bring upon a family in any community she stayed protected from the evil that lurks through the papers and television screens, or was she? God has a funny way of using the devil to work his messages. Raised in reality covered by privilege she saw those dreams she thought began to work their magic inside of her.

Oh yes, she too was blessed with adventures like Job sought. For her over land though did not her spirits rise, but rather from heart the home of Aphrodite, the sea. Her father in secret from birth raged wild in spirit too and when she was a bit bigger he revealed to her a secret vessel crafted by the hands of Neptune himself. And as they made their way to the waters edge she was amazed by seahorses that came bubbling up from that watery ground. "Your chariot awaits, my lady" he said while lifting her in and at the command of his hand, the sea horse sped the chariot off. Unable to control the smile that came across her lips, she closed her eyes and let herself fly with the wind as they skipped across the waters top.

Noir found a world she'd never knew existed that day, a magical world she beheld as she stood with the sand in her toes and wave lapping at her knees. Exploring the creatures and things that inhabited that world no one else knew was there. Adventures that were far to few, but more than enough for her to learn to breath instead of drown when the waters are high all around.

As the Earth continued in its spin, so to did the adventures he's take her one, but none, none like the sea running its hands through her hair. The things this little girl experienced made school not as easy as it was for the other kids. But she found ways to fit in with cliques that she never really felt she belonged. It was necessary as the experts and society teaches us, a child who seeks to grow within themselves is anti-social and bad for society; the kind of thing that breeds killers and psychopaths.

No on one wanting that fate to become theirs, she found camaraderie among the security of those who hide from life in the activities designed to encourage the subjects of art. Believing most of them too, were just like her. She struggled in silence there too wondering why she couldn't figure out, how it was so much easier for everyone else. And because it's something that can never be fully explained she had no one to show her the difference between developing magical talent and mimicked motions most are eager to accept. For them music is red, it flows from without to within, which some copy and act, but for a few like her it is blue, it flows from within out to the world.

Over time she would witness their ability to be just as the others they clambered in protection from at school. Cliques that didn't look or act as they thought "special" enough targeted by ignorance. She too would succumb to engaging in prideful claims and snide remarks assuring dominance of one group over another. Encouraged only by the reassurance of friends she would never let them see how she wrestled with the pains of sickness that make a stomach twist when God is telling them its done something wrong. Most are never taught that this is the spirit of God trying to correct them, by this age of understanding most people have come to accept that they are in fact just animals, nothing sets them apart; and God is like Santa Clause, a story to enjoy but nothing to act upon, except Sundays when everyone else is watching them in church.

And the school years turned into high school years, the daydreams of heroes and knights swiftly pulling her mind from the dull drums of class; looking, studying and comparing the guys in class. Wondering which one of them understood and could see. And as body caught up with her age, there were some that glanced back on occasion her thought wondering if maybe it was them. And on occasion she found herself in their company for a short time only to realize that no shining armor did they wear, far from it in fact which only further attacked at her spirit.

Soon all the joy and pain she had felt poured out of her chest and with those pieces of notes she gained the attention of those designed to exploit. Actions which reignited her belief in the magic and reassured her that in fact God was working when she couldn't feel it. And the whirlwind of life wisp her away landing her on the biggest stages to be seen. Where she could play those feelings out, and her mind so pure and beautiful thought to herself "with so much of crowd, certainly that knight was out there listening" he would hear her and find his way back from being lost. Who says it can't bring you love she thought to herself. But as often the way God works, it's his time not ours that miracles work. But, being so young and trying to force the forces that we can not as all kids do regardless of status and statue she started to get discouraged and let her mind begin to accept the thoughts those around her wanted to impress. Her strength was starting to wane, unable to tap from the reservoir of life, her heart suffocating from all the bricks they had thrown.

[And so for now the morning that was night has now slipped into after noon and this is where we shall leave Noir set. Wrestling and battling to figure out, if all of this had been God, why wasn't he answering her heart? And soon again we shall return to pick up the story of this girl and that boy, both in the prime of youth, society calls young adults; but in the time of the Jew, it is well understood that only know are they starting to escape childhood - for time is all we have, but time is by design a tool from the hand that he who wields a pitchfork inflicted upon man]

[daringtosing]

For her, it was just a beautiful day.

The water was warm, though not so warm that she couldn't keep her eyes open. They were approaching the colder tides, much different than the warm ones, where she commonly took naps in her garden. As luck would have it, Ariel was on the outskirts, as well. There was a certain place, with a good rock for sitting on, and golden flowers grew around it.

This was accepted, only so long as she didn't go out in the more wild part of the ocean, which she'd only done once. Riding Stormy through the wilds, looking back, had been a real adventure. In the moment, it had been terrifying. That was one of those moments when she recognized, that just because a wild animal was friendly, it didn't change that they belonged in freedom.

Much different than domesticated giant seahorses.

It wasn't hard to distinguish her, either. Being the athletic mermaid she was, Ariel was off twirling around in the water, laughing up a storm. It was okay that neither of her best friends could be with her today. She'd make her own fun! Her and Gabriella had plans on studying some human things within the coming week.

Unintentionally, the princess bumped into Sora. While she'd been warned of any form of shark, she was also the type not to judge a shell by its outside. Sometimes the stereotypically ugliest shell, had a beautiful prism inside. Placing her hands behind her back, Ariel treated him as a friend, even though they'd just met.

"Well hello there! You wouldn't happen to like playing tag, would you? I could use someone to play with!"

Swimming towards the mershark's front, there's a bright smile on her face.

"My name's Ariel, what's yours?"

@daringtosing

Mersharks were nomads. They had to be because of their diet.

Fish and seals would warn others and avoid places where shoals could be seen. As a result, sharks couldn't exactly stay in one place for long, lest they scare off all the prey.

Unlike humans on land, mersharks couldn't domesticate their food sources or attempt to make them "livestock". The ocean didn't follow the same rules on land. (Their ancestors had tried.)

So they traveled, typically sticking to a wide region, but never staying in a place for long. They didn't really accumulate anything- just a few trinkets they could wear or carry with them in their satchel. As a result, Sora had always been really confused by his parent's descriptions of merfolk and their way of life.

"What's a house?" "What's a table?" "What's a bed?"

Whenever they tried to explain, Sora was just left more confused. All he could imagine were very funny shaped rocks.

So once Sora hit his rebellious stage, curiosity overtook him, and he traveled to the one place he was definitely not supposed to go.

Atlantica.

King Trident was powerful- as king of the ocean, that was a given- but more importantly the Atlantican army was nothing to take lightly. While mersharks did biologically have more muscle mass, and claws and razor teeth, Atlanticans had weapons, and tactics of war. And there were more of them. Simply put, perhaps ironically, they would easily over power them.

So mersharks stayed away, sure not to devour any marine life that were personally acquainted with merfolk.

"So that's... a palace?"

Yet knowing all that wasn't enough to stop Sora from approaching the outskirts of the city, peeking around a rock formation to gaze upon the magnificent spires cutting against the ocean background. If he was gonna die, he'd at least die happy.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

"It was ten years ago today. Of course. Robin and Kid Flash and I did something rather stupid. Something that nevertheless I have spent a decade regarding with overweaning pride. We rescued Superboy from Cadmus. Created something that became a turning point in my life. The team. And now, ten years later, so many of my teammates have paid the price of my hubris. Tula is dead. Jason is dead. Wally is dead. Conner is dead. These are sorrows I must come to terms with if I am ever to return to the life I have led."

First of all, this is beautiful. Thank you Khary Payton for writing this.

Second of all, this is hardcore setting up Independence Day Part Two, aka the team getting Conner back. The constant reminders about the day and what significance it holds for the team is no coincidence. July 4th is the day they rescued Superboy and by god, they'll do it again.

Kaldur even says that it was incredibly stupid but he was glad they did it. You know what else would be incredibly stupid? Going back into the field immediately after going on leave to focus on your mental health. And yet that's what will happen. Because Kaldur isn't going to sit back and fail his teammate. Wild seahorses couldn't drag him away.

And then lastly.... Tula really is the only one that's actually dead, isn't she? Well... That's one way to stop grieving I guess.

[every-dayiwakeup]

The One Where Max Cries

Tw: J*son, fluff (I swear to you it's fluff! 😭)

"Hey, there! Is-"

"Good bye," Billy says pointedly, closing the door on Jason's fingers, huffing a soft laugh at the pitiful squealing from the radical blond on the other side of the door.

He takes comfort in the fact that while he may be batshit crazy, he's not a religious nut like Carver. The stark difference helps him sleep at night.

"Nailed it," Erica Sinclair says, abandoning her math textbook to hug his waist. She, Max and El are getting too damn tall for him.

He doesn't flinch at the contact. Probably because Erica is about as threatening as a baby seahorse... until she opens her mouth that is.

"Do you think he'll come back for more?"

"I wouldn't," she replies, and then she adds, "Hey, off brand Axl Rose, are you gonna help me with this stupid question or not?"

Max stifles a giggle, and Billy glares at her as he takes a seat beside Erica on the couch. "It wasn't that funny!"

Max doubles over in tears, and despite his pride taking a serious hit, Billy can't help but join in. This is the first time he's made her cry laughing. These are good tears. Happy tears.

Erica can throw a funeral for his deceased ego any day. It's worth it if it makes his little sister laugh.

Max grins at him, and he grins back.

Yeah, it's worth it.

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