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[fishfamau]

The Fishy Fam ref, for your enjoyment! - Jade | Female | 23ish An Orca-Shark hybrid Mer of sorts, cursed into what she is at a very very young age rather than being born a Mer like the boys were. Usually quiet and sometimes anxious and cautious but curious, she’s quite loving to the boys regardless of this. Has a tendency to hide or cling to the boys for whatever reason and can be very affectionate when she isn’t upset or nervous; is more than happy to have been found and become one of this family. Normally self-conscious due to past scars, new scars, and her particularly very flat-chest. - Will | Male | 20ish An Eel-Koi hybrid Mer of sorts; born adorkable with bright colors and loved indefinitely by Jade and their Sea-Dad, Jack. While he does have times where he’s shy and has freaked out under certain circumstances, he’s normally good at keeping a level head, and at consoling or pleading with the other two. He’s a bright and happy boi, quite curious, and loves his fam very much. Very good with hugs. - Jack | Male | 245ish An oddly long, sharp, Narwhal-Angler esque hybrid Monstrosity Mer of sorts who is highly protective and loving to his two smol babbies that he found and claimed as his own. He can be grumpy and nasty to outsiders, has easily killed any who venture too close in the past to keep them safe and fed, and is ultimately loving, mindful, and very kind and gentle with his kids. Very wholesome old sea-dad.

[dragon-mayur]

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[asaltysingsongdirge]

I have heard what happens to sailors in love with the sea

But what about sailors in love with the stars?

Do they shrivel, suffocating in the fresh vacuum of earth,

Mourning for the metal smell of seas they can drown in and never touch?

Or is the air enough

Where red skies are the closest supernovas to burn you

And you die slowly, full of oxygen,

Far away from sirens singing in light.

Or would you rather be there

As they steal your metal hulls and fuel-licked cylinders

And gift them to a void without cardinal directions

While your bones freeze into the maps

The sailors of earth use 

To chart their meagre waves?

[katerinaartartist]

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[asaltysingsongdirge]

The Rest

Five weeks into the rest of the universe, and he was still bored.

So he took five steps to the window

And slapped a moustache on a passing star,

Fiddling with the glass until it cracked

And he was bored.

So he picked at the splinters and hangnails

Until he couldn’t breathe.

And he saw the stars again

Multitudes in shattered window panes as he drifted,

Wondering why they were never this beautiful

When he couldn’t breathe them in.

[asaltysingsongdirge]

Valley

There is nothing we fear so much as

The shining scalpel

In a perfectly square room,

The blank walls

Sterilized at all times

Without a soul to clean them.

Perhaps it is the only truth 

We are hard-wired to remember-

That life on this earth

Has to pass through broken, bloodied walls.

But here we are, still, snapping elastic against our ears

Forcing our breaths back in with paper-mint  

To make them longer.

We are dream-basement deep in 

Spotless tile rooms

And the homey, dirty glow of unwashed bars

Swinging between them, trying to spin life out of 

Rum and rubbing alcohol

So drunk we think our breath

Is vapor string. 

We are not the perfect Creator,

So, forgetting Him, we sit 

Wondering why our many broken knots

Can only poorly mimic His equations.

And without Him

We’ve forgotten

The rooms beyond the broken womb.

He created dirt to grow

And blood to breathe;

We are guilty of spilling both.

Yet He gave again,

A second, perfect, bloody birth

To knot our ribs with righteousness

To teach us again 

What perfection looks like,

To fine-tune us to His will

And grant us better eyes to see

The green beyond our broken walls

We thought, mistaken,

Could house infinity.

[asaltysingsongdirge]

Raid

Sir, your floors are shaking

I’ve talked to the ants in your garden,

And they do not much like you

Nor your yellow-pupiled friend.

So they decided to start chewing and digging and scraping

Up the hillside, and into your floorboards

And they want you to know that they will always come back

And they want you to know that their children’s children 

Will know your name, but not in glory.

Will know your name, and use it to fuel their spit

Will know your name, to curse you

As they float up dead through your sink and toilet. 

They want you to know because they know you are too stupid

To know revenge even if it crawls across your face at night

And into your shoes and radiator

Leaving smudges of spite that you mistake for fate’s annoyance

When this is so very personal. 

[asaltysingsongdirge]

If you do not feel you are qualified to be the Ones blinking in the trees, that is alright. Never let that stop you from leaving your application in That One Crusted Bottle under the bridge. We care more about your skills and attitude than degrees from various expensive, soul-sucking ominosity collegiate programs. 

[asaltysingsongdirge]

You’re you. That’s great! Do you know how great it is that you’re you? Nobody else can be you, even your clones. So bring your you-ness to the world, and show us what no genetic copy and pasting could ever accomplish- the unique howls you unleash upon a waiting, but petulant, moon. Only you can prevent forest fires. 

[asaltysingsongdirge]

Today would be a nice day to have a chat with the void. Don’t scream. Screaming at people is rude, and the void is a good listener. Just have, maybe, a friendly cup of tea with the void?

[asaltysingsongdirge]

Always eat sushi without considering the consequences.