#Coral Cave - Blue Sunlight

[midnight-mourning]

Two for One Special

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 9🐟🐟

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Prompt: this was made for a friend who doesn't have tumblr who asked for 'possessive mermaid freaks who are soulmates with the reader' and I obliged. love u surreal hope you enjoy <333

DCFPU prompt used: Twins

Word Count: 2264

Content warning: mentions of death, blood, and possessive behavior

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You take a peek outside your cave. Looking one way, then the other. Nothing around, save for some fish that are smaller than you. Good. This is good. 

You take a couple of deep breaths, hyping yourself up. You can do this. Just out, find some food, then back inside. Easy. 

You swim out, immediately feeling the absence of the safety of your cave. Nevertheless you continue on. You can't stay hidden forever, you'll die if you do. Or you'll just become even weaker than you already are. 

You shake your head, focus. You search around the reef for something that'll be easy to grab, but also keep you full for a bit. 

You hated feeling so paranoid all the time. It wasn't fair. Just because you were a bit weaker, smaller, you were a target. Constantly having to live in fear, wondering if you were going to survive to live another day. 

The worst part of it was that you couldn't even enjoy the beauty of the world around you. The cerulean waters that shimmered with the sunlight above, the bright colored coral, the fish of all shapes and sizes you didn't even want to eat, just admire. 

You see a flash out of the corner of your eye, a nice, tasty herring, perfect for breakfast. Focusing in on your prey, you don't realize the growing shadows that loom over you as you creep closer and closer to the fish. 

You wait for the opportunity to strike, and when the moment comes you reach a clawed hand out, snatching it up in seconds. It thrashes about a little, then goes limp. Success. 

As you're celebrating your catch to yourself, a sudden voice behind you speaks up. 

"Do you have enough to share there, friend?"

You freeze, too caught off guard to turn around. 

A chuckle, and a different voice. "Now, now, Sun. It's impolite to ask without even a hello."

"You're right, my mistake." A rush of water and suddenly you find yourself face to chest with a yellow and orange mer. He bends down, bringing his fin-encircled face eye to eye with you. "Hello, friend. I'm Sun. You wouldn't mind if I had a bite of that there, would you?"

The other mer still behind you snickers as you stare in stunned silence. 

Of course, just your luck. Two mers, bigger and probably stronger than you, cornering you just outside your home. You swallow, trying to keep some level of calm. Best case scenario you lose your fish, worst case, your life. No pressure there. 

You stutter out a response to the mer—Sun—whose orange fins flutter and twitch around his face. "Um, well I, I suppose that's okay I-I guess, uh—you know what, why do you just take it?" You move back a bit, offering out the fish in your hands to him. "I really wasn't that hungry anyway."

This seems to surprise him. Both of them, actually. You see Sun throw a confused glance behind you, you're guessing to the other mer. You ignore the mixture of embarrassment and outright fear in your stomach. 

Finally it dissipates when Sun shrugs, grinning as he reaches for the fish in your outstretched hands. "Well, how very kind of you friend—" Your hands briefly touch, and he pulls away from you as if stung. 

You panic then, turning around to swim away only to be faced with a blue and white mer, a sneer on his two-toned face. Twins, the two of them.

"Tricky little fish aren't you, pretending to be kind only to give poor Sun a shock. I won't be buying into it I'm afraid." He grabs your wrist then, and goes to pry the fish from you only to suddenly let go, jumping back from you as well. 

You can only stare in confused mortification at the two of them, both wearing dazed and bewildered expressions. You, however, have no idea what's going on, because you're not poisonous or electrified in any which way. Would be great if you were though, especially given how they start to mumble to each other about something. 

"Could it actually..." 

The blue mer clutches his head. "After so long, so much searching..."

"And to think, just by random happenstance." Sun stares down at his hand, then turns his focus up to you, reaching out. "Sweetfin..."

You're not sticking around any longer to find out what they mean. You release the fish and quickly swim away as fast as possible. "S-sorry about that! Take the fish, enjoy it, have a nice day bye!" 

You think they call after you but you're too busy swimming for your life to hear. You'd rather not get your scales rocked by two angry, bigger and stronger than you mers, thank you very much. 

You make it back to your cave in one piece, breathing heavy. You spend the remainder of the day hiding inside, afraid those two might've followed you back, or worse, brought others back with them. By nightfall however you deem it's safe to go outside again. 

You manage to snatch up an eel, scarfing it down while swimming back to your cave to lessen the risk of being caught. The night passes without issue, though you sleep very little if you're truthful. Constantly on edge, wondering if or when those two would be back to finish you off.

Over the course of the next several days, you find yourself increasingly paranoid as you realize you're being watched. Based on the flashes of blue and yellow you catch on the corners of your vision, it has to be them. Why they haven't killed you yet—or at least done something to you—you're not sure. 

They knew where you live, knew exactly what you were getting up to in your day to day, and yet, nothing. If anything, they started to be... friendly, would be the best way to put it. 

You noticed there would be little trinkets left around the entrance to your cave or the nearby reef area. Specific spots. Places you frequented quite often. Therefore it had to be intentional and given no one else was around, it could only be them. 

Some were helpful, like a coral knife, or a seaweed wrap for the sand rash on your arm. Others were more, prize-like. Things you'd consider akin to courting gifts. Pearls, pretty shells, sea glass and more. 

When you started finding literal fresh food is when you realized this was suddenly an attempt at courting. Leaving you completely confused. Going from bullying you out of your meal—and maybe killing you while they were at it—to now all the sudden courting you? It didn't make a bit of sense. 

You were hesitant to accept any of it, it just felt... off, to you. You only really did out of fear of making things worse for yourself. 

Where it began to cross a bit of a line for you was when you found the body of a dead mer resting in the sand outside your home. Tied up with a kelp bow, like a sick present of some kind. You couldn't understand it, were they back to threatening you now? 

You can’t wrap your head around any of it until you accidentally make things much worse one day. 

You’ve gotten a bit stir-crazy with all the monitoring you've been subjected to as of late. You’re actually feeling confident and desperate enough to explore the world outside of the bubble you've created for yourself. Needing some outlet to escape whatever game these two mers are playing with you. 

You've gotten good at detecting when they are actually around or not, a bit of a sixth sense you've developed so to say. You simply wait for a time they aren’t watching, and swim off as fast as you can in a random direction. 

You have no goal, no objectives in mind, you just want a bit of peace. You feel suffocated, tormented. Maybe that was their end goal, to send you down a spiral of confusion. If that’s the case, it’s working. 

Regardless, you simply swim until you feel exhausted, and in all truthfulness it’s exhilarating. Exactly what you need, if you are being honest. 

You collect yourself while sitting on a rock above a large reef. Taking your first breath of fresh water in what feels like ages. The view is beautiful, and you have a sudden appreciation for the world around you like never before. 

Until that's disrupted, that is. 

"What's a lost little fish like you doing out here?" A voice to your left. 

Another on your right. "Something that they shouldn't, that's for sure." 

You glance either way. These two aren't the ones that have been watching you for weeks. Different. And for that matter, likely more dangerous. 

You're not taking any chances this time, you book it immediately towards the reef. 

You hear them laugh and start to chase after you, taunting you as they do so. You swim as fast as you can, but you know they're bigger and faster than you could ever hope to be. You weave through the reef and manage to get a bit ahead, but quickly realize your best chance is to get back to your cave. 

It's as you're turning back towards home that you find yourself slamming into a yellow chest. You jump back, but two large hands grab your arms, blue ones. 

Sun bends down to meet your eyes, chuckling. "Well there you are, Sweetfin. We were worried. You disappeared so suddenly." His tone shifts, a little darker now. "It was almost like you were avoiding us, but that would be ridiculous, right Moon?"

"That doesn't sound like something they'd do at all. Not in the least bit." The other mer replies. 

You don't know what to say, or how to say it. Now you really feel like you're going crazy. 

Sun cups your cheek, smile a tinge sinister. "I think it's about time we had a heart to heart, wouldn't you say? For a soulmate you haven't been the most considerate, you know." A shout behind you and you startle. Sun glances towards the sound, smile turning sour. "Though maybe it'll have to wait."

He straightens, a glare on his features now. You're still trying to process what he said, stuttering over your words. 

"I-soulmate, what are you-I don't-" 

Moon chuckles, shifting to put his hand on your shoulder. "Going to take care of this one?"

"Only fair since you stole the other from me." Sun grumbles. "Keep them safe."

Another snicker. "But of course. I always do."

Moon—not so gently—guides you away then, keeping a tight grip on your wrist as you swim back the direction from which you originally came. All the while you're working on understanding several things all at once. 

"So, he's..."

"We both are, actually. Quite the surprise but I'm not entirely opposed to sharing." Moon purrs. 

"And so all of that was..."

"Trying to show our affections, courting, ...and a bit of an apology for trying to eat you." The last part is muttered, shameful. 

You shake your head. "So you were going to eat me!" 

"Before we knew, Star. Give us some credit." Moon tsks lightly, as if it was a casual manner. 

You scoff. "Just because we're... apparently soulmates, doesn't mean I'll just forgive you for all that. I've been terrified for, for weeks!" 

"And you almost ended up someone else's lunch today." Moon growls out. "Considering that means you almost left us alone for the rest of our lives, let's call it even."

You sputter in response, flustered and irritated all at once. You don't speak for the rest of your trip back to your cave, and it's only when you arrive there that you try to defend yourself once more. 

"So, what, am I just-just meant to accept your word as truth and that's it then?" You hover around the entrance to your home, flitting, still undeniably wary. Even if what they said was true, that didn't mean you had to just go along with it. 

Moon stares at you for a moment, then scoffs. And all of the sudden you find yourself being gripped by the throat as he sneers down at you. 

The hold is firm, intimidating, but not the worst pain you've ever experienced. "For some reason, you can't seem to feel the connection like we can. It's disappointing, disheartening, really. We've searched and searched for you, you know. Scoured the seas, faced anything that dared get in our way. Considered giving up hope more than once." A tightening of his grip, a tilt of his head. "Do you know how overjoyed we were to have found you? The relief? And to have been so close to losing you because of our own actions... acceptance may take time on your part, but you should know, both of us are willing to wait as long as it takes."

You gulp, seeing the glint in his eyes and knowing exactly what it means. Moon grins, releasing you finally. 

You're still rubbing your throat when you see Sun has returned, mouth red and flecks of blood flitting around off his face. You have one guess as to what happened to the mers that had been chasing you. If he's willing to do that—without hesitation—while you have absolutely no connection to him, you can hardly imagine what either of them would be like should you return their apparent... affections.

You swallow, as long as it takes, huh?

You can't say that you're looking forward to it.

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Shout out again to Surreal for the idea which has sparked other ideas that i'll indulge in.... one day, thanks for reading!

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[mochinomnoms]

La luna enamorada with prompt 4 please? Romantic Nsfw with azul

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] — nsfw, romantic, underwater sex, octomer!Azul [wc} - 852 prompt 4 “You made a few sounds I've never heard before.” song: la luna enamorada (Kali Uchis, “Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios)”) note - kinda sequel to the last azul request? I couldn't resist the reference, with this one being about the moon and the last about the sun francesca (1k event)

“Vive la luna enamorada (wadalupa, wadalupa) / Y al contemplarla en su mirada (wa-la-la-la-la-la-la) / Me hace soñar”*

“Mmh! Azul, that feels so—oh gooood~” You let out a high-pitched squeal as Azul’s many arms curled and groped around your body, one in particular squeezing on your abdomen as he worked his spade-shaped tentacle in you. It pressed down as he pressed up against the sensitive spot inside you, forcing an extra burst of pleasure to course through your veins. 

You opened your eyes, still crying out, to gaze at Azul and reach out to him for a kiss. If it wasn’t for the glowing blue of his eyes, you’d be unable to see anything.

Azul had the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. You told him once that his name in your language from home meant blue, and asked if it was intentional to name after one of his many, pretty features. 

He turned a light purple as he blushed, rolling his (pretty) eyes at your comment as he mentioned that names based on colors were common in the sea.

They reminded you of an aquamarine, and they glowed too! Whenever you two would make a trip to visit Azul’s mom, in a deep part of the Coral Sea, his eyes would shine in the dark like the moon at night. 

He often called you his sunlight. You’d often tell him that if you were the sun, then he was your moon. And you loved your moon and his pretty blue gaze.

The glow of his eyes, the glow of the stripes and freckles on his body, he was your pretty moon under the sea. You relied on him, both metaphorically and figuratively. After all, it was rare to see a human so far out in the deep sea, a quick, and easy snack for anyone to take. It’s a good thing that you had him to be your moonlight, seeing as you were in a very vulnerable position. 

“Aaaaaah~ Azul! Too much, too much!” You squealed, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders as he continued to fuck you well past your limit. Azul, on the other hand, was looking at you with those glowing eyes, filled with desire and greed. 

“Mm, it’s alright Angelfish, you can take it, can’t you?” He cooed, his hands caressing your cheeks as he wiped away the tears falling from your eyes. 

“I love—gasp—the way you squeeze around me. Do you enjoy it too?” Azul breathlessly chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your neck into his shoulder to muffle your cries. 

“Hah, I felt that, you do, don’t you? You like me ruining you, don’t you?” 

You nodded rapidly, wrapping your arms and legs to Azul to clutch onto him for dear life as his tentacle moved faster, focusing on your sweet spot as it pistoned in and out. Azul watched in awe as you threw your head back and wailed, chanting out his name amongst your moans and cries. 

He watched as you shook again for the nth time, cooing as you slumped into his many arms from exhaustion. Azul peppered kisses against your neck, pausing over the pulse point on your neck. From his lips, he could feel the rapid beating of your heart as he suckled. You flinched as the tentacle in you slowly slid out, the rest of his arms curling around your body to hold you. 

Finally feeling him pull away from you, you opened your eyes to lovingly watch as he licked his lips, eyes drawing up and down your body to admire the marks he’d made. His eyes met yours, an aquamarine glow beholding you. 

He really was your pretty moon. 

“Aha, what?” Azul tilted his head, raising a brow and smiling as he cradled you closer. Azul slowly floated down to rest against the stonewall of the sea cave, letting you rest into him in a fetal position. “I’m your moon, hm?” 

Realizing that you’d spoken out loud, you hid your blushing face into his neck, smiling against his smooth skin. The freckles on his body were glowing a soft purple, brightening as you pressed a chaste, sweet kiss to his shoulder. 

“Yeah,” You held his left hand, fiddling with the silver wedding band on his finger. “My moon, mine mine mine…”

Azul let out a musical chuckle, bringing said hand up to kiss it. “You say the strangest things sometimes, my dear. Though…”

He rubbed his nose against your own, a teasing smirk on his lips. 

“You also made a few sounds I’ve never heard before~” You clicked your tongue as he continued purring teasing remarks into your ear. “And the way you said my name? How delightful, I could hear you moan my name like that for ages~”

The two of you shared a laugh as you bashfully hid into his neck again, basking in each other’s presence before you inevitably would have to return to the Ashengrotto residence. No doubt Azul’s mother was wondering where you two had gone off. 

Though, with the way Azul was staring at you, you think she could wait a few more minutes. If just to stay under his aquamarine gaze. 

*translation: “The moon lives in love (Ah-ah-ah) / And when I contemplate its gaze (wa-la-la-la-la-la-la) / It makes me dream (Ah-ah-ah)”

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[your-local-simp-writers]

Where the Meadow Meets the Tide

Word Count: 859

Warnings: None

Silver the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader

Note- You are mobian, a silly little merhog!

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The meadow stretched out like a soft green blanket, speckled with vibrant wildflowers that swayed in rhythm with the gentle breeze. Silver loved this spot, where the air smelled of fresh grass and the nearby lake reflected the sky like a shimmering mirror. This meadow was a haven, a retreat from the weight of the future, and most importantly, it was their place.

He sat under the towering oak tree that marked their usual meeting spot, its roots twisting into the ground like nature’s sculpture. A beam of sunlight filtered through the leaves, warming his silver fur as he adjusted the bracelet on his wrist—a gift she had given him weeks ago. It was simple, made of woven seaweed and tiny shells, but to him, it was priceless.

The stillness of the moment was broken by a soft splash. Silver perked up, a smile creeping onto his face as he turned toward the lake. The water rippled before her sleek, aquamarine figure broke the surface. Her scales shimmered in shades of aquamarine and teal, catching the sunlight and reflecting it like a cascade of tiny rainbows. With a playful giggle, she pushed herself onto the grassy bank, her fins gracefully propelling her forward until she was sitting beside Silver under the protective canopy of the oak tree.

“Silver!” she called, brushing her damp hair back. “Sorry I’m late. I got distracted exploring an underwater cave—you won’t believe what I found!”

Silver laughed, the sound carrying through the meadow. “Let me guess: another treasure trove of shiny rocks and coral?”

“Better!” she said, crawling toward him. “There was this tunnel, and at the end, it opened into a cavern filled with glowing crystals. It was like something out of a dream.” Her wide, sparkling eyes mirrored the wonder of her discovery. “I even brought you this.” She opened her palm to reveal a small, iridescent shard of crystal.

Silver reached out to take it, his gloved hand brushing against her wet fingers. “Wow, it’s beautiful,” he said, holding it up to the light. The crystal caught the sunlight, casting tiny rainbows across his fur. “Just like your stories.”

She giggled, her laughter as bright and pure as the glimmers of light dancing on the lake. “You’re such a sap.”

“And you’re such a dreamer,” Silver teased, patting the grass beside him. She scooted closer, her tail curling around her as she leaned against the tree.

Their conversations flowed as effortlessly as the wind through the meadow. She talked about the schools of fish she’d seen that week, their shimmering scales creating a dazzling underwater ballet. Silver shared tales of his recent adventures, from thwarting a band of rogue robots to helping rebuild a village that had been destroyed.

“You know,” she said after a moment, “I don’t know how you do it. Always running off to save the world and still finding time to sit here with me.”

Silver shrugged, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I guess I just like being here. With you.”

Her heart skipped at his words, but she played it off with a grin. “Well, I like having you here too. It gets lonely when you’re not around.”

As they talked, their movements became unconscious but deliberate. Her hand would brush against his as she gestured, and his shoulder would press lightly against hers when he shifted. It wasn’t forced—it was as if they were naturally drawn to each other, like the tide to the shore.

“Here,” she said suddenly, reaching into the small pouch she always carried. She pulled out another bracelet, this one woven with blue and white seaweed and adorned with tiny pearls. “I made this for you.”

Silver’s golden eyes widened. “You made me another one?”

“Well, yeah,” she said, a little shy now. “The first one was nice, but I thought you could use something… sturdier. For all those battles you keep running into.”

He took it reverently, his fingers brushing hers again. “You’re amazing, you know that? Thank you.” He slipped it onto his wrist, admiring the craftsmanship. “It’s perfect.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only close friends could share. The sun was starting to dip toward the horizon, painting the meadow in hues of orange and gold. The breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers and the faint, salty tang of the lake.

Silver glanced at her, his heart pounding in his chest. She looked so peaceful, her gaze fixed on the horizon, the fading sunlight casting a golden glow on her features. He opened his mouth to speak, hesitated, then finally said, “Is it okay to kiss you?”

She turned to him, her eyes wide and bright. Then, a soft smile spread across her face, and she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, it is.”

Silver felt his cheeks burn, but he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. She leaned back, her shoulder brushing his as she settled against the tree. The world felt warm and alive around them, but for Silver, the only thing that mattered was you beside him.

[tuukster]

Dark Paradise (Kylo Ren x Reader)- Chapter One

Taken from your original planet filled with sparkling waters and ocean creatures far more beautiful than one could comprehend, you are now trapped in a glass cage forced to entertain your kidnappers and the horrendous guests that gaze upon your form. Sirens were thought to be a myth in the galaxy, but when commander Kylo Ren hears rumors that one has been captured he lets his curiosity take control.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

The hot surface of the rock I lay on scorches my exposed skin and scales, the burning beams of light from the many suns that sit in the sky warms my body. Water crashes against the surfaces around me leaving droplets of water to lick my skin, leaving a small cooling trail. Around me the air is quiet other than the peaceful sounds of waves crashing into one another. Salt sits in the air making it difficult to breathe; with one last stretch of my arms I open my eyes once more blinded momentarily by the sunlight that sits atop the water.

Rolling over now laying on my stomach I hum to myself, using a corner of the rock I pull my body into the water head first dragging my lower half in with me. There was a slight shock as the water is much colder than the hot rock I was just laying on, looking around I see the normal sea creatures carrying on with their day. Swimming through large corals that tower just below the surface of the water, lowering my hand to the sea floor the sea grass tickles in between my fingers.

A small group of fish follows beside my tail, a few get too close and get spun around from the small current my tail makes. Rolling my eyes I swim past the pods of reefs and jagged rocks that go past the surface of the water. Eventually, I reach the drop off.

The water is significantly cooler than in the reef pods but this is where I call home. The school of fish swims past my body and I’m once again left to be alone.

Taking a deep breath in of the cold water I swim down into the drop off. The sunlight dulls as I push deeper… deeper… and deeper in the caverns. I can no longer hear the crashing waves or swishing of fish as they dash past me. Instead there’s a harmonious humming, soft and sweet. Bioluminescent coral line the walls of rock giving off soft glows of blue and green, lighting the way while I swim.

Swimming past open caves I see the other women practicing their singing, gossiping with one another or weaving baskets out of the thick kelp that grows in the forest close by. Offering quiet hellos to one another I don't take the time to stop and have a meaningful conversation; it isn’t long before I reach my cave. There’s a small magma vent in the corner providing warmth to my skin with my piles of treasure’s spilling over the basket they were intended to stay inside of.

There’s a quick swishing of water behind me and I already know who it is, without turning around I know Maeve has come to pester me once again.

”Good morning Maeve.”

“I bet it was a good morning for you (F/n).” Her voice is strong and has an undertone of annoyance laced through.

“I wish to enjoy my day Maeve, so if you have nothing purposeful to say then leave.” Turning around, Maeve is sitting on the rock beside the opening of my chambers. Blue hues reflect off of her pearly white skin, her fiery red hair reminds me of the lava that resides inside of the vents as it swirls around in the water. Like many of the other sirens Maeve chooses to have her chest bare so that they may entice any creature even more when they look upon them, in doing so her sandstone colored scales emphasize her body even more.

Holding her nails close to her face she inspects them one-by-one, “Why is it that you wish to flaunt yourself to those on the surface? If you haven’t noticed you’re a siren, and with being what we are we must up-“

Cutting her off I finish her sentence “uphold the divine gifts we are given. I have heard you scold me before Maeve! And besides for your information all I do is bask in the sun.” Pushing my hair out of my face I sit in my kelp pile, turning to look at the steady stream of bubbles that erupt from the vent.

”Clearly you never retained any of the stories the mothers have told us,” Her tail swishes in my direction causing the stream of bubbles to be disrupted “If you wish to have yourself killed you may as well go into the mouth of a glaskum, at least then your death will have some purpose.”

Rolling my eyes I lay down in the kelp grunting at how everyone assumes I have a death wish for going to the surface; its deep rooted in our culture that a siren should be spotted, not seen. So to presumably “flaunt” ourselves to the surface is seen as foolish, and disgraceful.

I on the other hand don't see the harm this could cause, from our knowledge there is no other intelligent creature that resides in our sea. So how could something so innocent cause harm to myself or others?

Swimming over to a reflective rock that sits beside my hoard of shining metals I remove the jewelry that hangs from my neck. Digging through the pile many catch my eye but one stands out the most. Picking up the gold chain ruby's drip down like the crimson blood from a kill of ours, placing it on my neck the dark red compliments my skin beautifully. Grabbing a few other pearls and simple necklaces that hang low enough to cover my chest I make my way out of my cave once more, needing to feel the sun on my skin once more I make way back to the surface.

Finding my preferred rock once more I pull myself out of the water, dragging my cold scale against the burning surface. Looking down at my chest I smile at how my jewels shimmer in the sun, but more so I adore how the rubys brighten from the rays of light that shine down on my form. Laying down on the rock I listen to the waves crash against the judding rocks nearby, closing my eyes I shield my vision from the brightness that kisses the water.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

It happened in an instant, as I was once laying on my rock alone as I had done thousands of times before. The feeling of hands gripping tightly around my arms caused my eyes to shoot open, but before my eyes could lay on the people that now hold me my head was covered in white. Instinctively I screech in such a high pitch that I cause my own ears to ring, pleading for whoever is holding me to let me free.

Grasping at whatever cloth or skin I could feel my nails dig deep, I must have dug myself into someone as they squeal out in pain. Hoping this was my opportunity to escape I flailed around slapping my tail down splashing the edge of the water. This was what the mothers have warned us about, tails of men taking our sisters and using them for pleasure before stripping them of their scales leaving them to bleed out on the shores just far enough away from the water.

From a young age we were taught to drown all of those that come close, using all my might I try to flail and shove in hopes we will fall into the sea. There I have a chance to survive, and once they’re in I’ll drag them to the depths of the drop off where me and my sisters will feed upon them. Any creator that dares to lay their hands on us deserves to be killed, and have their corpses rot at the deepest depths of the ocean.

Screaming once more my tail slaps against the rock once more before a sharp pain hits the side of my head, my eyes feel as if they will pop out at any sudden movement. Closing my eyes to lessen the pain my body goes limp and before I could protest I lose consciousness…

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

And that is where I now lay, the coarse sand from some foreign sea scrapes at my skin leaving cuts that the eye can't see. My kidnappers had the common currency to give my new “home” a small cave that I presume is where I’m intended to sleep, but how am I expected to rest in a place that is so foreign to me? My body is slowly rejecting the water I breath, dull aches pulse through my tail and my fins are limp. Holding up my right hand it seems that even my skin is losing color, I’m unsure of whether my body is simply dying or the sadness and fear that resides in my soul is reflected in my appearance.

Pulling at one of my braids I begin to untangle to knott that had kept my locks from slipping away, using my nails I slowly attempt to comb through to keep my hair from becoming a tangled mess. Even in the situation I find myself in I can’t help but find myself fixing my appearance; unlike the other sirens that had chosen to make homes near my sleeping chamber I kept up with my appearance. Taking the time to comb through my hair, making sure to fix my braids every morning and even collecting lost treasure that dangles from my neck to cover my breast. They would often taunt me saying how pointless it was to keep up on my appearance, saying that no matter what creatures would become enamored with us just by simply meeting our gaze.

But I wanted to do more than enamor, I wanted them to feel lustful, trapped under my very presence. In the end…. I succeeded in what I wished for. Now I am to be forever forced to be looked upon with lustful hungry eyes, and I am the one who has found themselves to be trapped….

Releasing the hair I was once holding I wrap my arms around my chest, curling my tail to become a ball. Sucking in the suffocating water a quiet sob fills the water, with every moment my sobs become louder turning into a bubbly rage. Digging my sharp nails into my tough scales all I can do is cry. For the first time in my life I wished I was some other creature that lives on land, so that I may cry to let my tears fall down my face instead of mixing with the water around me as soon as they leave my eyes.

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Whalefall

(part one)

WMFTD AU (mermaid au)

Word count: 7k

Warnings: dark, violence, hunting, devouring, different morality rules, marriage of convenience, dubious consent, non-graphic sex acts in later parts, talks of past cannibalism, cannibalism set in-world mythology, Happy ending, no beta

Summary: Eat or be eaten was the universal rule of the seven seas, no matter if one existed in the sunlit oceans or the deepest, darkest pits of the undersea.

Prince Hypnos, traumatized and desperate, agreed to a marriage that he didn’t want if it meant safety from those nightmarish orcas.

Only to end up in the maw of a different beast altogether.

Notes: please heed warnings. I will have a post with visuals aids that is a work in progress but I thought some might like to see it. 

@jun-yng thank you for listening to my late night ramblings! Everyone go look at their amazing art!

Enjoy!

~

It should have been like any other day.

The sunlight warm on his damp skin, the sound of foamy waves crashing against  cool gray rocks filled his ears as he found his nap spot. A large stone in the center of it all, warm from the sunbeams. 

His eyes went heavy with relaxation and with a full belly, Hypnos had settled on it along with a few others to sleep his day away.

Then the screaming began. 

What he remembered was watching, frozen in disbelief as one of the smaller mermaids was tossed up into the air, her tail a flash of green in the bright blue skies, screaming for her mama before dropping down into an orca's waiting, too pink mouth to be dragged down into the depths, never to be seen again. 

Moments later another and another and the screams blurring together.

He remembered how bloody the sea foam turned. The sheer panic and cries as others tried to escape before being pulled down to the depth. 

Hypnos didn’t know how he made it home, everything was a blur, black gaps in his mind. Did he swim faster? Did he just hide a little better?

Maybe it had just been pure dumb luck.

Every moment, even years afterwards in his old age much of that day shall remain only the blank spots upon his otherwise vivid memories. Beastly creatures of black and white and bloody, yellowed teeth were all he saw amist torn bodies. Demons unlike anything else. 

He fled, amidst the gut wrenching horrors and deadly panic, tearing burning his eyes.

 That day was the day that everything changed.

~

(Six months since the first attack.)

Cursing his luck and his twin for not waking him up in time, Hypnos rushed through the hallways. 

“Oh No. No. Don’t bother waking me up or anything.” Hypnos grumbled, his scarlet tail gleaming with the speed he was going. “Nope. Just leave me behind like everyone else.”

Once a cave, it had now been exposed with holes carved to act as windows, the stoney walls made beautiful with colorful corals, rich kelp and lively sea anemones. 

Too bad Hypnos won’t be around to enjoy the beauty, his mom was going to kill him for missing what might be the most important gathering since the Kingdom’s founding. 

Queen Nyx had made it clear they needed this work out in their favor. 

The orcas were getting bolder by the day, circling ever closer into the reef and this clan of Titan mermaids were supposedly the only ones who could help.

He glanced outside with a nervous frown at the window as he passed one, half expecting a killer whale to be grinning right at him. There was nothing, of course. Just the reef, filled with animals and other mermaids.

He curled a hand on his stomach, the sourness of his deep fear was nearly enough to make him feel woozy.

When he saw the curtains of shells, painted to be dark purples and blacks, he let out a breath. The guards bowed their heads when they saw him but Hypnos didn’t acknowledge them. 

He impatiently pushed past the curtains of shells, the clacking noises no doubt brought attention to him as he rushed into the meeting hall. ”I’m sorry! I am up! Wide awake! I‘m just swimin- oof!”

Hypnos somehow slammed into a wall, the solidness of it causing him to bounce back, blinding stars dancing in his eyes before his sleep mask fell down, blocking his vision. 

Then a large, calloused hand grabbed him by the arm, holding him in place in a tight, almost bruising grip.

There was a silence now, heavy and unnatural enough that even Hypnos knew something was wrong. 

It felt just like those breathless, horrible moments before the orcas had attacked.

Before he could move his sleep mask, someone else did for him, sliding off him with a surprising gentleness. Hypnos blinked a few times, peering up at the stranger he slammed into, his lips parted to come up with a playful apology.

He stopped, voice dying in his throat. 

Somehow Hypnos he knew was looking at a titan. Impossibly huge, blocking out everyone else in the room, the titan stared down at him with an intensity that burned. 

For a long moment, all he saw were those beautiful, terrifying irises. The power in your stare could rival storms. 

Then Hypnos blinked, his eyes studying your face with the desperation of a caught prey.

You were handsome with a brutal masculinity that he wasn’t used to, the scars on your face and shoulders spoke of a hard life unknown to his kind. You wore no crown but the heavy, undeniable pressure of your dark presence made sure you didn’t need one.

It wasn’t until he heard whispering that Hypnos realized he had been frozen in place. He wanted to move but he couldn’t, feeling like he was caught in the obit of something larger than him.

Then you let him go, your hand brushing against his vulnerable back and you pushed him carefully toward his family. Hypnos took off like a shot, meeting Thanatos’ disbelieving stare with a guilty shrug as he took his place on the far end of his family line.

His mom’s advisers were whispering in her ear, all of them glancing at Hypnos with wide, desperate eyes. There was an almost invisible pitch to her brow, an hesitation that he wasn't used to seeing on her pale face.

Then she looked away, her golden eyes going to you. Hypnos didn’t want to look at you but his own body betrayed him.

You must have been double, almost thrice his size, both in mass and height. Hypnos suspected if you and him laid side by side, he could maybe just reach your chest. Your muscular, powerful form was littered by scars, some faded, some not.

It was the powerful tail that caught Hypnos’ attention, making his breath hitched nervously, it was black as a killer whale and he suspected just as strong, just as swift. There were even more scars too, some were clear bite marks while others were circles. 

Surrounded by capable warriors, they were all looking at Hypnos. Their eyes darted to his tail to his long curls. He couldn't help but notice most of them were of the shark and whale variety, titans in their own right.

Hypnos caught one of them mouthing to another, ‘blessed’.

“Titan King, please excuse my youngest.” His mom folded on her hands on her lap, her fingers interlaced together tightly. “This is Prince Hypnos, my second to be born on the summer harvest moon and twin to Prince Thanatos.”

Hypnos frowned her, usually he was induced as one of her children, no name needed. He felt the weight of your eyes on him, and slowly he met your gaze.

It was like watching a predator decide on exactly how it would like to crack an crab apart to feast on it.

“No need for an apology, Queen Nyx. Prince Hypnos’ presence is a delightful surprise.” You said, voice low as the dark depths of the seas. Hypnos felt goosebumps formed on his arms and he tore his eyes away.

The same instinct that saved him from the attack was screaming in his head to swim out of the room, kingdom be damned

He didn’t.

~

The Titan clan laid out their demands. 

They will provide ongoing protection, along with a certain amount caught kills and goods in exchange for:

All their citizens will have the same rights as the Kingdom’s citizens while living here.

They will be allowed to make a permanent home here if they so wish. 

Children would be allowed to go to the same schools if their parents wish for it.

Their religious freedom will be respected and protected. 

Overall, it seemed more than fair to Hypnos, considering many of these people were risking their lives to protect the Kingdom.

However there was one term that one the Titan King and Queen Nyx spoke about alone. Somehow Hypnos knew it was about him even before his mom came to speak to him.

The fearsome Titan King had requested Prince Hypnos’ hand in marriage, claiming it would seal the bond between the clans in ways ink and spilled blood never would.

You can refuse it. His mom had informed him, her fine boned hand on his cheek. Her face was solemn, pale and beautiful in the gentle light of the bioluminescence. Her dark hair spread out like the night skies, her pearls gleaming like stars

Even with the growing distance between them, Hypnos knew she would honor his refusal, and would protect him any way possible, no matter how terrifying the Titan King was.

He thought of the blood, the screams and the cloud of heavy fear that fell over the kingdom since the attack. How long had it been since they last left the reef, or celebrated anything with fearfully looking over their shoulders?

He couldn’t pick up a spear and fight those awful beasts but… he knew the Titan King could, and had before against other pods.

This could be how Hypnos helps in the efforts. Marriage was a lifelong bond in his culture, meant to be one of love but if he had to do it for the kingdom, he would. 

If they were mates, not even the King could break those vows made to him.

Quietly, as if he couldn’t believe he was really doing it, he agreed. 

That night he dreamt of loud clicking noise rushing right in behind him, louder than the screams and pink gaping maws and of yellowed teeth digging into his flesh-

He woke up, gasping as Monie, his little pufferfish, nuzzled against his palm reassuringly. Hypnos brought his closest friend to his chest and tried not to weep as blackness and blood swirled in his mind’s eye.

Hypnos had no right to weep, he had lived and so had his family. He didn’t lose any children, siblings, loved ones, his heart was still whole.

The memories of the orcas' clicking noises, so much like mocking laughter, rang in his ears and he took a shaky breath, mouth quivering as he tried to fight off more tears.

Maybe it was wrong but Hypnos would have happily sold his own soul to never know such fear again. 

~

(three weeks later)

It was his wedding day.

Hypnos took a sharp, nervous inhale as one of the attendants revealed his gown. 

It was beautiful, an ivory color that reminded him of an underbelly of a whale shark, woven with complex netting with looping geometric shapes that made him feel dizzy. 

The overall shape was simple with heavy sleeves and a deep v that would reach his belly button.

When the distant sunlight touched it, he saw the gleaming pearls and diamonds laced through. Only once had Hypnos ever seen snow. He had been a child, peering over rocks with his twin at the strange lands, the snow beautiful in the morning light.

Flicking his ruby red tail, Hypnos nodded his reluctant approval. Not that it mattered much, the marriage was happening no matter what.

Which was fine. Really. He wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Hypnos may be the youngest but he understood his duty to the kingdom, to their people. 

It came first, always.

Hypnos wasn’t ashamed, however to admit that his fear of being devoured by a killer whale had been the major reason he agreed to this. The primal drive to survive was overpowering even the fear of the unknown, of marrying a complete stranger.

Besides,the stars knew that you, the Titan King, looked scary enough to fight off even a god.

The dress was heavy, dragging in the soft currents of the water and the fabric silky soft against his skin. It caused him to shiver from the sensation, goosebumps forming up to his ears. 

More things were brought out by the attendants, delicate necklaces and shining crowns that looked all the same to Hypnos. 

More dressings for the meal, him being the meal that is. Hypnos moved, realizing how much help he would need to even to sit down or go anywhere. The dress in all of beauty was a trap, holding him down.

Khariklo and a few more attendees helped him toward his stool. Their hands pushed him as Hypnos struggled to move under his own powers. 

Jewels, all that sparkling like the stars, were held up to him, waiting for his approval. Hypnos felt blinded by their beauty, his throat tight. Wasn’t it enough that he was sacrificing himself?

He waved a hand toward Khariklo, the royal’s family court dancer who now retired into their event planner, letting her hand pick whatever she thought would work, as he settled on top of the stool. The smooth rock wasn’t comfortable but it was better than nothing.

Marriage. The mere word was enough to make Hypnos’ stomach twist. 

He stayed still as the artist applied light makeup to his face, murmuring how lucky he was to have such lovely cheekbones. He didn’t bother to check her work once she was done.

Maybe he would look like a total jester and you would change your mind about marrying him. 

It was the whispering conversation behind him that made his ears perk up, his back straightened.

“Those titans are primitive. They don’t even have currency. One of them tried to barter at the markets with a giant tuna.” One of the attendants hissed to the other, their hands busy holding one of the bags filled with tiny shells that rattled bothersomely.

What those shells would be for was beyond him. 

“Did you know they still worship the ancient ones?” One more added, their disapproving obvious with every syllable.

“I heard they have a yearly sacrifice where they hunt and eat the children. All of them.” Another one added in with a hush. There were soft gasps of horror but Hypnos frowned, turning around to look at them.

“How in the world does that work? Wouldn’t they eat themselves out of existence?” Hypnos made a ‘poof’ gesture as he spoke.

Wide eyes met his in shock, as if they had forgotten he was there. Their mouths gaping like they had forgotten how to use their gills. Hypnos wanted to laugh at the sight.

“Shoo!” Khariklo hissed, her sharp teeth bared as she placed her hands on his shoulders. She glared down at the attendants until they fled, the waters bubbling from this hasty retreat. 

When Hypnos turned around to face her, she gave him one of her amazing and terrifying smiles. Those teeth were the only clue that spoke of her Titian blood.

Her beauty had aged but never faded, her dark hair marked by silver like a night sea kissed by moonlight. Yet, her tail was her real glory, her scales were a gorgeous opalescent with shining blues, pale pinks and jade greens in the light.

She had been a dancer in the Queen’s court in her youth, even after her marriage to the scholar Chrion of the SeaHorse Clan. It had been said crowds of merfolks had wept the day she wedded, their hearts broken by the blessed dancer.

Hypnos tried to smile but it was weaker. The only one weeping for Hypnos would be himself. 

She clicked her tongue, joining him on the rock with her arm around him. “It will be okay, Hypnos. I'm positive the Titan King doesn’t eat babies.”

Hypnos let out a disbelieving laugh, “You haven’t met him.”

The memories of the looming titan staring down at Hypnos, with eyes that were like a brewing storm, filled with raw power that haunted his dreams. Hypnos had denied all requests for another meeting, deciding that any matters can be dealt with after the marriage. 

But the mere weeks haven't been enough to fade the memory of those haunting eyes. Sometimes, he could have sworn he felt those eyes on him only to turn around and see nothing.

“I actually have.” Khariklo corrected gently, grabbing a set of shells, dyed a deep purple and held them up to his hair thoughtfully before she placed them aside. “He used to be small enough for me to put in my shell bag. He was cute too, always taking a nap while I hunted.”

Hypnos blinked in surprise and Khariklo continued with a smile. “My husband was actually the former king’s teacher as well. I met him even before he was old enough to hunt. He may not look like it, your Highness, but he does have a gentle side, you will have nothing to fear from him.”

At those words, he gave a doubtful hum that Khariklo politely ignored.

He was pretty sure that you were spat out by a dark cave in hell, full formed and hungry. The idea of you ever being small and adorable was laughable to him.

Khariklo ignored him, studying the jewelry pillows the attendants held up for her. She bypassed the complex crowns, the more fancy circlets then she paused over one that Hypnos couldn’t see.

With a delighted grin, she grabbed a single hair piece, a golden comb encrusted with rubies, pearls and tiny white shells. 

Her gentle hands worked on the side of his head, pushing and twisting until the comb sat prettily, with his curls spilling over his other shoulder.

It made him feel completely exposed.

Two attendants brought a full length mirror, coming to full stop in front of him. When Hypnos felt brave enough to finally look, he didn’t recognize the other person before him. 

The artist had emphasized his eyes, making his irises molten and the fan of his lashes heavy. His gills and ears were marked with seaweed glitter, making them shiny. His cheeks were marked with a soft blush that brought out the lines of his cheeks.

Somehow, they transformed Hypnos into someone else, a beautiful prince of a sort. He leaned forward, his fingers brushing against his hair and murmured his approval numbly.

There were many things he wanted but most of all, Hypnos wished he had one of his sleep masks.

~

It was waiting that was killing him. 

Hypnos’ heart raced like stormy waves, pounding against his chest as he was led down to the grand halls by guards and attendants. 

Deep in the rooms of the grand hall with a silent guard, he studied the mosaics along the wall. Each stone shone like precious gems in the sunlight, drawing the eye toward the masterpiece. It told of the kingdom’s history.

The birth of the first sirens, falling out of sky from the first sunrise and into the depths of the seas, bringing colors to the reefs and giving animals their beautiful colors and patterns.

Simmering lights outside of the window caught his attention, the sun turning the whole sea golden as sunset began. Outside there were crowds of cheerful, loud siren mermaids, all dressed in gleaming stones and precious metals.

Even in the face of danger, they were determined to shine during celebrations. Hypnos couldn’t decide if he thought it was foolish or brave of them. Both perhaps.

The Titans clan members were there as well, more subdued in their muted black and grays with red paints or tattoos on their arms and shoulders. They stuck together, cheering even as the sirens gave them a wide berth.

When he looked past everyone, He saw some of your warriors, their weapons and shields at the ready. They wore no paint so as to avoid calling attention to themselves. 

Good, Hypnos mused with a touch of relief even if there was some bitterness, not even married yet and you were already attending to your promises. 

“Are you sure about this, Hypnos?” Thanatos’ voice surprised him but the dragging, near claustrophobia weight of the dress kept Hypnos from moving too much. Hypnos flashed Thanatos a shaky grin, his hands fluttering nervously. 

“Sure! I mean who doesn’t dream of one day marrying a total - and definitely not scary at all- stranger for the sake of the kingdom?” Hypnos squeaked. 

Thanatos blinked at the rush of words, his own neck and shoulders adorned with layers of muted gold necklaces, with various stones of pale jade and rich diopsides, cut into neat circles.

It suited him, where Hypnos’ tail was an eyesore shade of red, Thanatos’ sturdy tail was a beautiful, deeply rich shade of emerald. Often Hypnos had listened to how handsome his twin was, how he looked like a storybook prince. 

And Hypnos… Hypnos was just himself even if dolled up in a dress. Not for the first time, he wondered why it was his hand you wanted and not Thanatos’.

Hypnos gave him a hopeful glance, that Thanatos will tell Hypnos that he doesn’t have to do this. That they are going to run away and hide like they used to as children.

“It is good that you are swimming up for the challenge. You had been inattentive of your duties for too long.” Thanatos sighed and the hope flickered out Hypnos’ chest like a dying light. 

Hypnos closed his eyes in quiet hurt, because really was this the time to lecture him- warmth touched Hypnos’ shoulder, Thanatos’ grip sure as he gave Hypnos a squeeze.

Wearily, Hypnos met his twin's gaze. The same golden irises as their mom’s, rich as the sun. 

“Now that said.” Thanatos whispered. “If he lays a finger on you, come to me and I promise I will make him regret it.”

The wobbly smile grew on his face without his permission, “I know you will. I still remembered you telling Nemesis off that one time.”

“The look on her face.” Thanatos chuckled with a head shake. “I was terrified to leave our rooms after that for weeks. I had to sneak around any time I left.”

For the first time all day, Hypnos laughed, the movements causing the gown to shimmered in the light. The sounds of faint drumming began, low but picking up speed. Moments later, heavenly voices began to sing, ringing out through the whole kingdom. The beautiful song had no words, just pure vocals and emotions.

Thanatos offered an arm and Hypnos took it reluctantly with a sigh, not wanting the moment to end. 

It had become so rare for him and Thanatos to get along.

Hypnos breathed, his fingers trembling as the weight of the moment settled on him. This was it. He would be married to a perfect stranger and he would have done his duty to the kingdom. He just hoped… he just hoped the price of safety would be worth it.

“Ready?” His twin asked, his tone gentle as he began to move forward. 

“Nope. I never will be but let's go anyway.” Hypnos replied, his eyes locked ahead onto the double doors, of where his future laid before him.

They lingered at the door for several painful heartbeats, forever and a second coexisting in his chest, spiraling in his chest like a pair of lovelorn sea turtles.

When the door opened, all he saw was blinding, simmering colors, deepened by the distant sunlight. Music swelled, their voices reaching a fevered pitch as Thanatos guided him down the aisle, every single face was a blur to him as they passed by.

Somehow in the dizzying kaleidoscopic beauty of the grand hall, his eyes found you. A dark focal point in the center of the world, and you stood like you belonged there, everything fleeting but you. 

Odd, how he remembered you so well from that short moment yet he somehow had forgotten the unrelenting presence you carried like a weapon.

Your orca-like tail had a shine to it now, making the many pale scars looked almost like shooting stars amidst the void. You wore no golden crown nor heavy jewelry but Hypnos realized there were new, geometric markings on your powerful arms and heavy broad shoulders. 

Hypnos met your eyes for a single moment as they arrived at the front and he flushed at the intensity of your stare. Never had anyone looked at him like before and he didn’t know what to make of it.

Then the music ended suddenly, the silence deafening as Hypnos tore his gaze away, unable to swallow past the knot in his throat.

It took a moment for the priest to speak, their voice loud in the quiet as they ordered merfolks to sit. The words were nearly lost in the ringing in Hypnos’ ears, not realizing that the priest had now turned to him and Than.

“Prince Thanatos, the starbright and beloved son of Queen Nyx and of the glorious Kingdom. Who do you present?” 

Thanatos’ voice was strong, unwavering as he stared daggers at the Titan King, fearless in a way Hypnos never could be. “I present my beloved twin, bound to me until today. He is made of the same sea form as my own flesh was and I his. Prince Hypnos, who is beloved by me and beloved by Queen Nyx and by all of the kingdom. We all entrust him to your care.”

Hypnos felt tears stinging but he blinked them away. He wanted to make a joke, to say ‘aww shucks’ but it seemed like he had lost his voice as well.

Your hand moved with a regal grace, palm up to accept Hypnos’ hand. Somehow he let go of Thanatos, feeling as if he was floating outside of his body as his hand slid into yours.

Your skin was roughed and scarred from countless battles and never ending traveling, your fingers thick and broad, your thumb was adorned by a heavy signet ring, a sign of your kingship.  Hypnos found himself admiring it as your fingers curled around his hand, engulfing him in a gentle hold.

”I am honored. No soul, no glory nor heavy crown shall come before beloved Prince Hypnos. This, I solemnly vow to you Prince Thanatos, Queen Nyx as well your kingdom and mine.” The low timber of your voice was a shock to his system, bringing him back with a jolt. 

Thanatos bowed and moved out of the way. The priest began to speak, their voice muffled as Hypnos tried to control his breathing. 

“Welcome one and all, under the glorious sunlight seas…”

Before he knew it, the priest finished speaking, peering at Hypnos with clear expectations.

”I-“ Hypnos swallowed. How did he end up here? “I do.”

“I do.” You replied smoothly when the priest glanced toward you. As you spoke, Hypnos felt something on his forearm and he glanced down, seeing the ruby encrusted band as it snapped close around him.

When your fingers brushed over his cheek, Hypnos looked up at you in a daze. You wore a serene expression, like this was fate but there was a heavy storm brewing in your eyes, shadows hidden in those depths. You lean down, tipping his chin up.

The kiss was utterly chaste, sea foam soft and light as a bubble. It should have felt underwhelming but Hypnos gasped softly like he had been marked.

In a way, he supposed, he had been.

~

The feast that followed was so elaborate that Hypnos’ head spun, and not just from the fermented seaweed wine he consumed. 

Laughter and cheerful music flowed from the windows, bioluminescent plants casting soft, warm lights in the ballroom as the sun finally gave into the sea, falling into the horizon and the moon rose to kiss the void.

Various exquisite meals were brought out, each one tasted like sand in his mouth. The drinks poured with a heavy hand as dancers and party goers swayed and spun to the music. Hypnos took another greedy gulp, the umami flavor heavy on his tongue. 

There were soft conversations surrounding them, a mixture of your strongest warriors and their mates and higher ranking members of your clan. Prince Hypnos’ family and the Kingdom’s nobles kept to themselves, murmuring and eyeing the newcomers suspiciously.

His husband - his husband. What had the world turned into?- sat next to him, drink mostly untouched. You were observing the dancing with a curious frown. Like you had never seen such things before.

“I don’t dance.” Hypnos warned in a grumpy mutter, picking at a bit of fish covered in some orange sauce. He took a bite, not really tasting it. “I dance like a drunk seahorse.”

That made your lips twitch upward, and for a moment, Hypnos tried to imagine you smiling but all he saw in his mind’s eye was big, pointy teeth to eat him with.

“I was never fond of it myself.” You replied, leaning closer to him slightly. The low tone of your voice rumbled through him, the heat of your body close to him felt intimate in a way he wasn’t sure of. “Despite Lady Khariklo’s endless patience and attempts.” 

Hypnos flushed, and grabbed his drink to have something to do. “Oh. That’s nice…” he squeaked, glancing away.

Thankfully you left him alone after that, speaking to one of his mother’s advisers and Sir Chiron. He just had to get through this feast, then all was left to do was… the wedding night.

Oh gods, maybe he could fake being ill and he won’t have to do anything. 

And he will have to continue that lie for every single night of their marriage until you or him die. Yup. He could definitely pull that off.

Hypnos peered at you from the corner of his eye, allowing himself the moment to study you. In the dim lights, shadows and lights casted over your powerful form, highlighting the curves and dips in the strong, well-built muscles. You were broader than most, but carried it with a warrior’s grace. 

The geometric tattoos were striking against your skin, a deep red that nearly matched Hypnos’ tail. His eyes traced along the lines, the way they almost folded in together. There had to be a meaning to it, but it was lost to him. 

Even terrifying as you were, you were handsome, fascinating in a primal way Hypnos wasn’t used to. If Hypnos was going to be honest with himself, he probably would have welcomed the attention from someone like you. 

Your tail flickered, pure power and aggressive lines. Just like those deadly orcas. His gaze lifted up and he realized that you were watching him. Your expression was unreadable but that stormy intensity had returned to your eyes.

Heat rushed up past his gills, up his ears and he pointly turned away. He polished off his drink, not offering up excuses or apologies. He thought he heard a faint chuckle from you and somehow his blush became worse.

“Your highness?” One of the attendants neared, her head bowed. “The matchmaker had readied the rooms.”

Suddenly everything he ate and drank threatened to come back up. Maybe if he allowed it, you would call it off.  But he doubted that, besides the whole ‘I do’ thing seemed pretty binding.

So, Hypnos placed the cup down clumsily and moved upward from his seat. Nearby eyes landed on him but thankfully the party was in full swing, so most didn’t even realize what was happening. “Erm. Alright then.” 

Hypnos glanced at you, biting on his lip. “I guess I shall see you later?”

You nodded, watching him over the rim of your cup. “You shall.”

That definitely didn’t sound like a threat. Hypnos bobbed his head and the attendant helped Hypnos make a swift exit from the party.

~

Hypnos might feed this heavy dress to a shark, no matter how beautiful it was. He sighed as he flopped on a chaise, pulling his tail up in a lazy curl. 

Unfortunately he couldn’t take it off himself, the buttons in the back were impossible for him to open and the matchmaker was completely unhelpful. 

She had informed him with a haughty sniff that it was his husband’s duty, not hers. One starfish out of five starfishes for her. If he could go lower, he would have.

Hypnos gave a long, deep sigh as he slumped deeper into the chaise, the long day finally catching up to him. He was too exhausted and tipsy to even care about your impending arrival. Glancing about the rooms, he had to admit the space was lovely. 

The bioluminescent plants, bred to create dim amber lights and pale lavenders that kissed shades of rosy pinks and deep blues, made the whole room feel like it had been immortalized in the twilight hour. Thick shell curtains had been installed over the windows in layers, giving a sense of privacy with rich artwork placed along the walls. 

It took him a moment to realize that they were all heavy with symbolism for marriage and fertility. In one, adorable sea turtles danced together in foamy waves, becks bumping together. Another was a pattern of moonstones and rose quartz. Hypnos tilted his head and to him, it looked like rows of healthy and very erect penises. 

He snorted in disbelief then giggled because of all the things he expected, it wasn’t that. He dismissed the artworks, eyes drifting over the bed.

The bed was inviting, tucked into a large crevice, padded with fresh kelp and patted down sand. He yawned widely, blinking heavily as he watched the plants sway. 

He was just going to rest his eyes. 

Just… for a moment…

~

(Y/N’s Pov)

This kingdom was made of kaleidoscopic glass, beautiful and dizzying. You felt as if you moved in one wrong direction, it would cause the walls to crumble around you. 

This was a strange place, filled with even stranger beings. Their songs and dances were unlike anything you have seen before. You have traveled far and wide since you were a child. You had seen the blue glaciers of a world made of ice to lands with imposing mountains in the far distance to reefs so large they could be the whole world for all you knew.

Yet those unusual worlds paled in comparison to this kingdom.

Then you saw Queen Nyx from the nearby table and her cool expression hardened when she met your eyes. She never said it, she didn’t need to but you knew she despised you for daring to ask for one of her beloved children. 

You didn’t flinch, accepting her hateful stare with an unwavering glare of your own. You lifted your cup in a mock greeting, lifting an eyebrow as her eyes narrowed.

If it hadn’t been Prince Hypnos coming into that meeting when he did, you would have turned down their unfair deals, leaving them to the whales after the endless insults her people had given your clan over the long years.

There were plenty of reefs but warriors of the titans’s caliber were rare and high in demand. And they both knew it.

With a cool look that dismissed you, Queen Nyx moved to the side as she spoke to Prince Thanatos, the one most likely to replace her if your spies had been correct.

A moment later, Pa joined you at the table. His dark eyes solemn as a nearby servant poured a fresh cup of wine for him. The shifting light caught on the deep turquoise scales of Pa’s tail, giving the appearance of gentle water.

You accepted a refill, nodding your thanks as the servant left. Nothing was said between parent and son as the music swelling as merfolks paired off to dance in a dizzy array of gleaming scales.

“Father?” You asked quietly, pushing a plate of food toward Pa. You weren’t sure what meat it was, it had been so heavily coated in some fancy sweet sauce that you didn’t care for.

Pa wrinkled his nose at it, not fond of sweets as Father was. He did accept the oysters however. “He had gone to check on the guards for new reports.” 

You nodded, scowling as you took a deep sip of the wine. You didn’t like that there had been no sighting of the orcas since your arrival. 

They were deadly, clever and mean as hell animals. You knew they were observing everything, including you and your warrors for any weak point. Most merfolks didn’t accept other mammals as intellectual equals but you did. 

Far as you were concerned, the only reason they didn’t use spears or create kingdoms was because they had fins instead of hands.

“Are you sure about this? He doesn’t know how to fight nor how to lead. He might bless you with a child at some point but that is hardly a good reason.” Pa spoke in a whisper, the concern in his voice unmistakable. “I doubt he will even grant you some much needed peace of mind.”

Patroclus was your real advisor although he didn’t carry that title, had the one to protest the match. He had wanted someone one different for you, another ruler by your side that will help guild the clan into a new era.

He wasn’t wrong for his opinion, you were smart enough to acknowledge that the situation was odd.

Much as you had tried, the prince had eluded every single meeting, even the ones his twin had promised for him to appear. Countless excuses had been given by terrified servants, from needing to feed his beloved pet to having a cold to simply just being too busy.

You had been assured that Hypnos wasn’t being controlled, that he chose marriage to you with his own free will. 

Oddly enough, you had been more amused than anything else. A tad disappointed since you longed to see the pretty little morsel once more but years of being a hunter had trained you in patience. 

Even though you had only shared a short dinner, you were already delighted by his prickly attitude. You certainly had enjoyed that deep flush his pale, bluish skin was unable to hide. You wanted to poke and prod at him like an immature youth with a crush, to see if you could get a bigger response from him.

The brief moment you had touched Hypnos, had seen the starlit gold of his eyes was like feeling your own heartbeat begin all over again.

A sign from the Goddess herself. If you haven’t met Queen Nyx, you would believe that he fell from the impossible skies into the sea. Hypnos may have borne from Queen Nyx’ womb but the goddess had created him, carefully crafting him in her moonlight beauty.

You didn't love Prince Hypnos like a mate should, not yet. Although you certainly wanted him like one would desire a mate. It took all your willpower not to steal him away in the night like the ancient warriors used to. To take and claim him solely as yours and yours alone.

The memories of the ceremony came back in a rush. His fingers had been long and elegant, each one free of marks or scars. You had been awestruck by how much he was so alike those fragile seashells.

Beautiful and easily crushed.

“Yes.” You stated quietly. 

That was all you needed to say. Pa bowed in his head in acceptance, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, right over your new tattoos. Proof that you were deemed worthy of marriage and the second symbol of your Kingship. 

The pattern of red meandros covered your hands and encased your arms, going over your shoulders to connect at your nape. When you clasped your fingers together, it formed an unbroken circle. 

A symbol of eternity and unity, a way to honor the goddess and her mate’s journey to the next world as one. 

“I know our goddess won’t mislead me.” You assured him with a squeeze before his hand left, the warmth of it felt an unspoken farewell.

Patroclus was kind, or perhaps wise enough, to keep his thoughts to himself before leaving, no doubt to join Father. You finished off the drink, letting the heat of it warm your core. 

A fearsome king yet even you seeked liquid courage.

Once you were sure there were no eyes on you, you slipped out of the party. You had a husband to find.

~

Twilight spilled around you, pooling on the floor as you entered. You closed the door behind you quietly, scanning the room as you did so. It was small, cozy if one was being generous. 

You stilled when your eyes locked onto the pale figure on the chaise, a drop of moonlight in dimness. Like a dumb fish captivated by the beautiful light of an anglerfish, you went to him.

Prince Hypnos was asleep, blissfully unaware of the world around him, his heavy lashes flushed against his cheeks. His lips parted slightly, the gills moving an easy, even rhythm. His slender arms were sprawled carelessly, one hand over his stomach, the other over his head. His tail fins, coral red and delicate, swayed in the gentle drifts, brushing the floor.

You devoured the sight of him like a starved creature. 

Then you realized he was still wearing that damn dress. You had been surprised they married him in something that looked like a deadly trap, you had silently wondered if it had been intentional. The white fabric, the soft gleam of pearls, the flash of diamonds were beautiful- and completely worthless in your eyes simply for the danger it imposed on Prince Hypnos.

What if there had been an attack during the ceremony? Sure, they were deep inside the reef but there were no guarantees when it came to battles.

However you were hesitant to wake him up, he looked so lovely, so peaceful like this. You moved away quietly, cutting through the waters to get your spear. 

The heavy weight of it was a welcomed comfort in your hands. You also grabbed the stone map of the Kingdom that you have given by Chrion, intent on studying it once more. You placed the spear close by the bed, as you settled on the edge of the bed.

The map went ignored in your hands, your eyes locked onto the sleeping form of Hypnos. 

He was a perfect stranger to you yet you felt the heady call in your blood, to pull him close, to learn him until you knew him like the ocean currents, like the weight of a spear in your hands.

You ached with want, to press in so close, to devour his whole being just as the goddess did her beloved mate, so you and him would never be apart. Two beings in one body, one soul.

No matter what happens, you decided to yourself, you would make him want you just as much as you wanted him. 

No matter what. 

[honourablejester]

Playing Fallen London has reminded me how much I deeply adore Sunless Sea, and the setting of the Neath in general. So. As an idle exercise, have a list of a few of my favourite ports in Sunless Sea?

Port Cecil/Principles of Coral

Rumpled convolutions of coral fill the water, glimmering with silvery light. The harder you look, the more you see shapes amid the chaos, almost as if they were sculpted. This one could be a crenellated castle: that one, a horse's head. A neat little port huddles into the side of a coral island - prosaic Imperial docks and houses tucked away in a baroque organic chaos. In that curious silvery light, among the frozen chaos of coral, the scene has the unreal air of a pencil sketch, crumpled and discarded.

Not going to lie, at least half of my abiding adoration for Port Cecil is the soundtrack, because Benthic is the best piece of music in Sunless Sea. I’d sail in here, skirting carefully around the bound sharks, just to listen to it. But I do also just adore the strange, alien vibes of the silvery, sentient coral. And my poor, poor Nacreous Outcast, as well. This is such a weird little port. A strange silvery coral atoll in a strange black sea in a strange cave beneath the earth.

Chapel of Lights

Furtive faithful gather in the shadows between the many, many candles. A bell tolls in the chapel tower: cracked iron laughter. Beware. The isle is full of voices.

The first time my sister and I stumbled across the Chapel of Lights, we were hiding from Mount Nomad behind its island. Which, honestly, is an excellent introduction, because the Chapel of Lights seems so friendly. Such a sanctuary amongst the terrors of the northern Neath! In true gothic horror fashion. So warm. So friendly. So charitable. So red. Heh. Also, I love the imagery, the candles, the bell, the well. My gothic-and-cosmic-horror loving heart feasts well here. Fittingly.

Frostfound

Towers and ramps and galleries and stairs of ice, raised and spun like an architect's honey-dream. No spider ever wove so complex a web. The towers are utterly pristine, untouched by human life, but a pitiable encampment squats by the dock.

I just really enjoy the northern end of the map? Frostfound, initially, is just one of the most gorgeous of the islands in the Neath, such a beautiful and intriguing thing to sail past. And then it gets really, really weird. The interior of the castle is such a fantastic mind-screw, and I adore it mightily.

Aestival

Sun! A great beam of sunlight bathes the island! Squint into the dazzle: far above, there's a hole in the roof. In that light you see beaches of white-gold sand; trees heavy with bright fruit; the reds and blues and greens of the Surface.

Aestival is so fantastic because it flips expectations. If you’ve already encountered the Grand Geode, you might already expect light to be a dangerous force in this game, but you might think that’s specific to the, ah, particular force behind that light. Aestival proves that no, it’s light itself that’s inimical down here. (Though granted, still because of the particular forces behind it, but Aestival is where you realise that's all light). It’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful. And it will drive you mad and it will kill you. Neathers can’t survive in the light. No matter how beautiful.

Godfall

Sometimes - just occasionally - bits of the roof fall off. Be glad you weren't here when this one did. The brawling bearded men who live here call themselves monks. They pay lip service to 'St Stalactite', which fell from the roof. But their chief interests seem to be wine, blood and shouting.

I’m so fascinated by the ceiling? The Roof of the Neath, with its stalactite citadels and starved men inhabitants. Godfall, as a fallen stalactite citadel with a pugilistic monastery built into its ruins, is just natively fascinating to me. One of the things I’m hoping for in Fallen London is more interaction with the ceiling.

Irem of the Pillars

Irem, the Pillared City. She will rise from the zee and the ice like dawn. She will be garlanded with red and decked with gold. The Seven-Serpent will watch you longingly from its high pedestal. You will always arrive as a stranger, but when you leave, some part of you will always remain.

The port outside of time. Again, not going to lie, part of the reason I love Irem is because of the Dark Spectacled Admiral’s reactions to your port reports. Nothing else flusters him, not even reports from the Iron Republic, not even reports that explode. But from Irem? “Oh God. Oh God. What tense is it written in? Oh God. Look, just read it to my colleague here. He'll give you your fee. I'll be over there when you're done.” He just can’t. Irem just upsets him. And I love it. Also, you know. The dreamy atmosphere, the red petals, the sense that reality is coming gently unstuck around you. Irem is a beautiful spot of weirdness, and I love it.

And then, a small dishonourable mention, one of my least favourite ports in Sunless Sea:

The Isle of Cats

A scatter of yellow-lit honey-dens and brightly painted alehouses. To the south-east rises the stone tower of Cavendish Abbey, its ramparts hung with crimson-and-gold banners. There are zailors from all across the Neath hauling cargo, dicing and brawling good-naturedly on the docks. The air carries the sound of zee-shanties sung with more enthusiasm than skill, and the smell of roses edged with brimstone.

Fuck this place in particular. Oh, it’s beautifully written, don’t get me wrong. An excellent addition to the game. But fuck this place in particular. I hate it more than Saviour’s Rocks, and as an arachnophobe, you understand how much of a statement that is. The whole island makes my skin crawl. Which, again, this is a horror game, so all that means is that it’s working, but still. Hate spending time here. Will not interact with Zaira or Isery. Despise the whole set up on this hell island. It’s the worst. There are any number of horrible fates one can succumb to in the Neath, but this one is by far, in my opinion, the worst.

[madeleinelovescolours]

bold your favs

I got a bunch of new mutuals recently, so I'm tagging you XD

[COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. Canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. lithe.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield.poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth.  rifles.  

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass.wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim.linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers.ocean. river. meadow. forest.desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds.mountains. poppies.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. bears. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine.champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple.orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries.nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books.comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice.motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. exploring.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood.gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.revenge.

@mjlegends @thefiasco-onyourblock @manicpixietboy @fionas-frenzy @oracle-sasha @taashyvashedan @felanndaris

[maryhale1]

Sea witch ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Beneath the waves where shadows play,

Where sunlight fades and waters sway,

A sea witch weaves her mystic song,

A realm where ancient whispers throng.

Her eyes, like pearls in ocean's deep,

Hold secrets that the currents keep.

Her hair, a tangle of kelp and foam,

A crown where seabirds fear to roam.

She calls the storms with a whisper slight,

Turns tides by day and moon by night.

With hands that stir the ocean's lore,

She conjures dreams on distant shores.

From coral caves where silence hums,

To shipwrecked realms where sorrow drums,

She gathers tales of love and loss,

Of sailors' gold and mermaids' moss.

Yet in her heart, a gentle beat,

A longing for a world more sweet.

For though her power rules the sea,

Her spirit yearns for liberty.

So when the stars align just right,

And moonbeams cast their silver light,

The sea witch dreams of lands afar,

Where hearts are free, untouched by scar.

But till that day, she sings her tune,

Beneath the waves, 'neath pale blue moon,

A guardian of the ocean's breath,

A sea witch twined with life and death.

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[animal71154]

pitted caves of underwater reefs. sunlight streaming through blue water into rock-framed tunnels.

fishing nets, carefully unwoven, rewoven into strange spiders webs of beads and shells and driftwood and CDs. branching their way between craggy arches and gaps where larger creatures may prowl uninvited

frosted seaglass, ornate ceramic fragments. a long, dangling earring, long since separated from the idea of being in any way incomplete. things worn by the salt, the waves and sand - things are what they are. histories do not tend to stick.

rolling in the sand, a peaceful respite from the currents. hair spreading and floating, loose and formless like ink. looking up through the beams of sunlight refracting through the surface

bright corals and vibrant sponges, rich and layered and teeming with life. little treasures stashed in the vacant shells of barnacles so that they don't float away for now. ships wheels, ceramic tubs, traffic cones - orphans of some far-off place, now places in their own right

[emeraldxphoenix]

YOUR MUSE'S AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog !

colour : red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

elements : fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

body : claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

weaponry : fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. peppersprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles. words

material : bronze. gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

nature :grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

animals : lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

foods and drinks : sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hardliquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

hobbies : music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

style : lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

misc : balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants.co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagged: @wcrriorhearts <3 tagging: @harmbidder , @tlmeagents , @othunderous , @theresastargirl , @wildcxrds & anyone else who wants <3

[whitevvings]

what are your muse’s aesthetics ?

[ bold / italicize any which apply to your muse ! feel free to add to the list ! remember to repost ! ]

[ COLORS ] red . brown . orange . yellow . green . blue . purple . pink . black . white . teal . silver . gold . grey . lilac . metallic . matte . royal blue . strawberry red . charcoal grey . forest green . apple red . navy blue . crimson . cream . mint green .

[ ELEMENTS ] fire . ice . water . air . earth . rain . snow . wind . stars . heat . cold . steam . frost . lightning . sunlight . moonlight . dawn . dusk . twilight . midnight . sunrise . sunset . dewdrops .

[ BODY ] claws . long fingers . fangs . teeth . wings . tails . lips . bare feet . freckles . bruises . canine . scars . scratches . wounds . burns . spikes . feathers . webs . eyes . hands . legs . sweat . tears . feline . chubby . curvy . athletic . short . tall . normal height . muscular . piercing . tattoos . facial markings .

[ WEAPONS ] fists . sword . dagger . spear . arrow . hammer . shield . poison . guns . axes . throwing axes . whips . knives . throwing knives . pepper sprays . tasers . maces . staffs . wands . powers . magical items . magic .

[ MATERIALS ] gold . silver . platinum . titanium . diamonds . pearls . rubies . sapphires . emeralds . amethyst . metal . iron . rust . steel . glass . wood . porcelain . paper . wool . fur . lace . leather . silk . velvet . denim . linen . cotton . charcoal . clay . stone . asphalt . brick . marble . dust . glitter . blood . dirt . mud . smoke . ash . shadow . carbonate . rubber . synthetics .

[ NATURE ] grass . leaves . trees . bark . roses . daisies . tulips . lavender . petals . thorns . seeds . hay . sand . rocks . roots . flowers . ocean . river . meadow . forest . desert . tundra . savanna . rainforest . caves . underwater . coral reef . beach . waves . space . clouds . mountains .

[ ANIMALS ] lions . wolves . eagles . owls . falcons . hawks . swans . snakes . turtles . ducks . bugs . spiders . snails . birds . whales . dolphins . fish . sharks . horses . cats . dogs . bunnies . praying mantises . crows . ravens . mice . ladybugs . lizards . werewolves . unicorns . pegasus . dragons . hamsters . butterflies . 

[ FOODS / DRINKS ] sugar . salt . candy . bubblegum . wine . champagne . hard liquor . beer . coffee . tea . soda . spices . herbs . apple . orange . lemon . cherry . strawberry . watermelon . vegetables . fruits . meat . fish . pies . desserts . chocolate . cream . caramel . berries . nuts . cinnamon . burgers . fries . burritos . pizza . ambrosia .

[ HOBBIES ] music . art . watercolors . gardening . smithing . sculpting . painting . sketching . fighting . skateboarding . writing . composing . cooking . sewing . training . dancing . acting . singing . martial arts . self-defense . electronics . technology . cameras . video cameras . video games . computer . phone . movies . theater . libraries . books . magazines . cds . records . vinyls . cassettes . piano . violin . guitar . electric guitar . bass guitar . harmonica . harp . woodwinds . brass . bells . playing cards . poker chips . chess . dice . motorcycle riding . horseback riding . eating . climbing . running . swimming .

[ STYLE ] lingerie . armor . cape . dress . tunic . vest . shirt . boots . heels . sneakers . sandals . leggings . trousers . jeans . skirt . jewelry . earrings . necklace . bracelet . ring . pendant . hat . crown . circlet . helmet . scarf . brocade . cloaks . corsets . doublet . chest plate . gorget . bracers . belt . sash . suit . coat . jacket . hood . gloves . socks . masks . cowls . braces . watches . glasses . sunglasses . visor . eye contacts . makeup .

[ MISC ] balloons . bubbles . cityscape . light . dark . candles . war . peace . money . power . percussion . clocks . photos . mirrors . pets . diary . fairy lights . sadness . happiness . optimism . pessimism . ribbons . loneliness . family . friends . assistants . co-workers . enemies . loyalty . smoking . drugs . kindness . love . hugs . 

[ tagging: all mutuals! ]

[bluexeyedkaiba]

what are your muse’s aesthetics ?

[ bold / italicize any which apply to your muse ! feel free to add to the list ! remember to repost ! ]

[ COLORS ] red . brown . orange . yellow . green . blue . purple . pink . black . white . teal . silver . gold . grey . lilac . metallic . matte . royal blue . strawberry red . charcoal grey . forest green . apple red . navy blue . crimson . cream . mint green .

[ ELEMENTS ] fire . ice . water . air . earth . rain . snow . wind . stars . heat . cold . steam . frost . lightning . sunlight . moonlight . dawn . dusk . twilight . midnight . sunrise . sunset . dewdrops .

[ BODY ] claws . long fingers . fangs . teeth . wings . tails . lips . bare feet . freckles . bruises . canine . scars . scratches . wounds . burns . spikes . feathers . webs . eyes . hands . legs . sweat . tears . feline . chubby . curvy . short . tall . normal height . muscular . piercing . tattoos . facial markings .

[ WEAPONS ] fists . sword . dagger . spear . arrow . hammer . shield . poison . guns . axes . throwing axes . whips . knives . throwing knives . pepper sprays . tasers . maces . staffs . wands . powers . magical items . magic .

[ MATERIALS ] gold . silver . platinum . titanium . diamonds . pearls . rubies . sapphires . emeralds . amethyst . metal . iron . rust . steel . glass . wood . porcelain . paper . wool . fur . lace . leather . silk . velvet . denim . linen . cotton . charcoal . clay . stone . asphalt . brick . marble . dust . glitter . blood . dirt . mud . smoke . ash . shadow . carbonate . rubber . synthetics .

[ NATURE ] grass . leaves . trees . bark . roses . daisies . tulips . lavender . petals . thorns . seeds . hay . sand . rocks . roots . flowers . ocean . river . meadow . forest . desert . tundra . savanna . rainforest . caves . underwater . coral reef . beach . waves . space . clouds . mountains .

[ ANIMALS ] lions . wolves . eagles . owls . falcons . hawks . swans . snakes . turtles . ducks . bugs . spiders . snails . birds . whales . dolphins . fish . sharks . horses . cats . dogs . bunnies . praying mantises . crows . ravens . mice . ladybugs . lizards . werewolves . unicorns . pegasus . dragons . hamsters . butterflies . 

[ FOODS / DRINKS ] sugar . salt . candy . bubblegum . wine . champagne . hard liquor . beer . coffee . tea . soda . spices . herbs . apple . orange . lemon . cherry . strawberry . watermelon . vegetables . fruits . meat . fish . pies . desserts . chocolate . cream . caramel . berries . nuts . cinnamon . burgers . fries . burritos . pizza . ambrosia .

[ HOBBIES ] music . art . watercolors . gardening . smithing . sculpting . painting . sketching . fighting . skateboarding . writing . composing . cooking . sewing . training . dancing . acting . singing . martial arts . self-defense . electronics . technology . cameras . video cameras . video games . computer . phone . movies . theater . libraries . books . magazines . cds . records . vinyls . cassettes . piano . violin . guitar . electric guitar . bass guitar . harmonica . harp . woodwinds . brass . bells . playing cards . poker chips . chess . dice . motorcycle riding . eating . climbing . running .

[ STYLE ] lingerie . armor . cape . dress . tunic . vest . shirt . boots . heels . leggings . trousers . jeans . skirt . jewelry . earrings . necklace . bracelet . ring . pendant . hat . crown . circlet . helmet . scarf . brocade . cloaks . corsets . doublet . chest plate . gorget . bracers . belt . sash . suit . coat . jacket . hood . gloves . socks . masks . cowls . braces . watches . glasses . sunglasses . visor . eye contacts . makeup .

[ MISC ] balloons . bubbles . cityscape . light . dark . candles . war . peace . money . power . percussion . clocks . photos . mirrors . pets . diary . fairy lights . sadness . happiness . optimism . pessimism . ribbons . loneliness . family . friends . assistants . co-workers . enemies . loyalty . smoking . drugs . kindness . love . hugs.

tagging: you if you see this/want to do this!

[altheia-featherstone]

OC aesthetic game

Thank you @anew-flame for the tag!

Rules: bold/color any which apply to your OC; remember to repost; feel free to add to the lists. 

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it

*****

Altheia Featherstone

(The Arcana)

[ COLORS ]

red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. cream. mint green. cobalt blue. lime green. beige. turquoise.

[ ELEMENTS ]

fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset.

[ BODY ]

claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. sun-kissed. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. average. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos. lithe. moles. dimples.

[ WEAPONS ]

fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. whips. knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.

[ MATERIALS ]

gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amber. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. rubber. synthetics. jade.

[ NATURE ]

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. dandelions. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky.

[ ANIMALS ]

lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. bees. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds. deer. dragonflies.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]

sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia. honey. cheese. pasta.

[ HOBBIES ]

music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. wood carving. foraging. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. journaling. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. history. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. flight. climbing. running. exploring. partying. yoga. potion making.

[ STYLE ]

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. sandals. leggings. trousers. cargo pants. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. flower crown. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform. fancy shoes. leather jacket. sport underwear.

[ MISC ]

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. luck. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. lust. regrets. passion. spontaneity. potty mouth. recklessness. practicality. hope.

[wcrriorhearts]

YOUR MUSE'S AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog !

colour :red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

elements :fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

body : claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

weaponry : fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. peppersprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles. words

material : bronze. gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

nature :grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

animals : lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

foods and drinks :sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

hobbies :music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

style : lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

misc : balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagged: @bigdaddydaemon tagged Rhaenyra tagging: @alyafae @unbeleveable @ironf0rged @emeraldxphoenix @razorfstand whoever else would like to do it!

[bigdaddydaemon]

YOUR MUSE'S AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog !

colour :red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

elements :fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

body : claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

weaponry : fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. peppersprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

material : bronze. gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

nature :grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

animals : lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

foods and drinks :sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

hobbies :music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

style : lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

misc : balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagged by: no one tagging: @wcrriorhearts (rhaenyra), @storiesofthenight (rhaenyra or geralt), @volcre (rhaenyra), @snowfyres (vizzy t), @lvndrhzd (baela), @onetrueheir

[realmscruelty]

YOUR MUSE'S AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog !

colour :red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

elements :fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

body : claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

weaponry : fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. peppersprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

material : bronze. gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

nature :grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

animals : lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

foods and drinks :sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

hobbies :music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

style : lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

misc : balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagged by: @morningflew <3 tagging: @worthyheir, @king7doms (laena), @godlessrogue, @swornbones, @quccninchains, and YOU!