#gave them tails lolz

[i-28-29]

‼️‼️not associated with clowns story‼️‼️

Drawings of julies family

[crismakesstuff]

here’s those old invincible mermaid au designs I kept talking about

[thecluelessdoctor]

sparkles at you

So in a fit of anger I was thinking about hazbin hotel, and wanted to redesign some of the characters.

So little bit of rambling time

So here's my thing with hazbin. Some of the characters look good ON THEIR OWN. However, all together its too much. Also I have a grudge against the matching body types because I'm fluffy and I would like representation in the show I hate watch LMAO.

Anyway to the redesigns!

Being honest I was scared to post this but then I realized I'm a tiny blog to it's very unlikely stans, or viv herself would get pissy so <3

first up is CHARLIE

I wanted to give her a more princessy look seeing how she is a parody of Disney princesses. I also gave her peak character design, fingerless gloves. I feel like she would keep them like a momento from her emo phase lolz

I really wanted her goat features to be. There. So I made her hooves ✨ visible ✨

Next is Vaggie

I made her a bit stronger, more bulky looking seeing her background. I also gave her cool armor because.. why not lol.

Finally for now is alastor

Probably the most changed.

As you can see I've made his horns more visible and cool lmao. I also smoothed out his hair based on creole men in the 20s. I made him mostly grays with red and yellow as accents. I also gave him a animal nose and actual deer ears, tail, and hooves because hooves are PEAK.

Also I swear I didn't intend for him to look really gay. I gave him eyelashes because I thought he looked nice sjsbhdbd

Anyway please reblog becuase.

Uhm.

Reblogs are fun.

And

I like followers. And Interaction so

Yeah

[always-anxious-skychild]

I said this before that Horizon is born from Eden and info dumps... It's really true. Their early character development happens in endless reblogs upon reblogs of ideas because I have no self control lmao.

They were developed when I got the Halloween horns and I was like: "Hey, what if there's a sky kid but with the opposite concepts and has this horns?" And thus, a "dark sky kid" was formed. The earliest concepts in the info dumps were:

-They were born in Eden.

-Krills likes them.

-They eat dark plants to survive.

-They cannot be near to children of light and vice versa.

-They were a loner but content.

The last two were scapped eventually (because I accidentally gave them a social circle plus roleplaying with Skyblr's OCs) while the third one was modified from requirement to just doing it for the lolz.

They didn't have a name immediately and when they did, I based their name from an alias of another OC that kinda inspired their personality. From "Event Horizon", I named them "Horizon"

Horizon is kind, will help everyone that he can. He has a bit of a dry humor, often sarcastic. He's a bit grumpy when sleepy which is mood. They can be a bit too focus on their projects and sometimes doesn't think of the consequences. They take a lot of jobs in the realms but they're most known as a researcher into improving the community and a historian of present events.

But what is Horizon? Well, they are certainly not a child of light but they are still under the skies' care. Why? They are not the darkness that blocks the light. They are the darkness that supports the light, that makes the stars shine brighter. They are the void that surrounds the stars in the night sky. They are the balance so that in order for light to shine, there must be darkness.

Also because of Horizon, I also have an impromtu worldbuilding session. Within a series of asks (made my good friend who tried to sneaky but failed) the question "if a child born in Eden has certain characteristics, does that mean children who fell into other realms besides isle also have certain different characteristics?" arises. Of course, I am not the only one who has this headcanon but my headcanon for this is:

- If Isle borns only have one light when born, non-isle borns's light starting quantity depends on the area they fell.

- Prairieborns have bird-like features (feathers and all) due to place being the home of "Bird's Nest" area. They have slightly higher light than Isleborns.

- Forest borns have slightly lower light. They are immune to the rain and cool to touch. They don't speak often/are soft-spoken because they like listening to the rain. They are often considered as most beautiful sky children.

- Valleyborns have the highest light when born, due to the area being a high place and the whiteness of snow making the area brighter/more light. However, they also have the risk of losing more light if hurt. They have manta characteristics, fluff and tail.

-Wastelandborns have half of the light. They have thick skin like a crab and tiny horns. Krills won't notice them immediately like other sky kids.

-Vaultborns doesn't exist until Starlight Valley was born. However, my friend made OC crashed into the vault walls thus, a vaultborn was born. They have starry-like freckles that can only be fully seen in the dark. They have normal light quantity like Isle borns.

-Edenborns doesn't have any light. They have krill characteristics (horns and tail) and are immune to everything that is harmful to children of light (rain, oil, the burn of the redstone). The most notable trait they probably have is that their journey is backwards, from Eden to Isle. Even if a child was born outside of Isle, their journey will always end in Eden but not them. Edenborns ascend to the skies in Isle and in contrast to their chaotic start of Eden, their ascension here is peaceful and quick, as if they simply fell asleep as they faded away.

Wastelandborns, vaultborns, and edenborns are associated to the dark/night, having slight aversion to very bright places (not to be confused with aversion to light like fire). You can say they shine the best in the darker areas.

fuck it

Skyblr: Reblog this post and ramble about your sky ocs. I wanna know everything. Looks, lore, relationships with other characters. You get the space to ramble.

[pastelmadness]

I like your tricky

Also my tricky in the background -Pocketpepper // OUGH LOOKIT THEM!!! God I lov reps of Trickys w tails <3 hes so cute,,,a scrunglie,,, I almost gave Pastel a tail actually- but I didnt cuz he already had alot going on lolz

[atimefordragons]

don't judge the poor quality of the edits, these are from like 2 years ago, it was before I even knew what a curve layer is. ignore all the reposts and stuff, rebooting bonds of the heart, well, my stuff from it and recycling into a new group, so clearing out all the old drafts and notes, lolz. 

old chara profiles beneath the cut

AURÉLIE BELSERION

FULL NAME:  Aurélie Catarina Belsersion NICKNAME(S): Lili, the Golden Nymph AGE: 32 (if alive) OCCUPATION: Heir apparent of Ishgar STATUS: unknown CLASS: Nymph  RANK: SS AFFILIATION: Ishgari Throne

The heir apparent to the throne of ishgar, she was a nymph and attended soliel, she was in her final year at the time of ishgar's destruction. When the royal palace fell, aurélie used a mix of her own magic and the dragon flame to help her siblings escape, but she was interrupted and they were separated during the journey. Her own fate is not entirely clear, it's thought that she never made it off of ishgar and perished with everyone else, but she frequently appears in dreams and as an appariation before her siblings to help guide them.

Aurélie was a powerful nymph, while she could not completely wield the dragon flame, though she could use some of it, particularly for defensive purposes, and was tasked with guarding it.

CEZARA BELSERION

FULL NAME:  Cezara Ejderya Belsersion NICKNAME(S): The Red Shadow, The Red Death AGE: 30 OCCUPATION: Mage STATUS: alive CLASS: Rune Knight/Mage RANK: SS AFFILIATION: Ishgari Throne, Grimoire Hearts

The second child, Cezara both idolized her older sister and was completely independent, while she has some magic, she was always more the warrior, and as such planned to enroll in Rautworth when she was old enough, however, before she could, her home was attacked and destroyed. During their escape from Ishgar, Cezara ended up in Magnolia, quite literally crashing into Raesiara. She spent a year in an orphanage in the capital, before enrolling into her dream school of Rautworth, however, she only attended for a year, soon disappearing, and returning to the spotlight years later as a fearsome member of the dark guild; Grimoire Hearts.

Cold, aloof, and ruthless, Cezara carries a lot of guilt over the perceived death of Aurélie, even dying parts of her naturally dark red hair black in honour of her sister's black and gold hair.

BEHAR DALCA

FULL NAME:  Behar Dalca, born Behar Dragomir Belserion NICKNAME(S): The Salamander, The Red Dragon AGE: 23 OCCUPATION: Guild Mage STATUS: alive CLASS: Dragon Slayer RANK: S AFFILIATION: Ishgari Throne, Fairy Tail

The only son, Behar was about 7 when Ishgar was destroyed. Pure hearted and seemingly made of sunshine, he was a delight and darling of the kingdom and his elder sisters. During the escape, he ended up the furthest of siblings, on a distant, and nearly [people-less] planet, there he was adopted and raised by the ancient dragon igneel, also known as the king of flames, a fire dragon and one of the living children of the great dragon. When he was 17, igneel gave behar his essence, completing behar's training, but leaving behar an orphan once more. Following his father's death, behar traveled to other worlds and soon joined up with the infamously rowdy guild; Fairy Tail.

ELENNÁR REIHER

FULL NAME: Elennár Reiher, born Elennár Kveta Belserion NICKNAME(S): El, Ellie AGE: 17 OCCUPATION: Student of Soliel Academy STATUS: alive CLASS: Fairy RANK: A AFFILIATION: Ishgari Throne, Soliel Academy 

The youngest child of the former queen, she was only a few months old when Ishgar was invaded and subsequently destroyed. Like her siblings, she inherited their mother's purple eyes, but got her silver hair from her father.

[ramblingeekette]

Me casually unloading groceries to bring in, sees something dart past my car.

Turn around to a cinnamon colored, one eye husky who looks to be about two years old staring me down, wagging his tail ready to do the CATCH ME HOOMAN LOLZ run pose.

Me, walks up steps, opens my door, tell my cats to go on basement which they do, then I turn to my new doggo buddy and ask him if he would like treats.

He ran inside to sit pretty in my kitchen. Got him some water and food since it's 90 out and called the sheriff to come scan him for a chip since the indent in fur clearly showed his slipped outta his collar.

Gave them description, sheriff showed up ten minutes later asking how Gunner was behaving for me which made me laugh. Apparently this boy is very sneaky and a most excellent escape artist. They've been trying to train him with the family because this happens weekly and the whole department knows him. Family is renting and the landlord won't let them put up a fence to keep the naughty boy in his yard.

All my friends are like "Of course you got the dog. Why are you the lost animal whisperer?" And I'm just like I dunno, but this one was easy because I had huskies for years so I just treated him like mine when they'd get out. 98% of the time you tell a husky it's gonna get a treat, it'll be your best friend.

15/10 experience, would recommend catching Gunner again. He was the bestest boy who just wanted snacks, some really good pets, and to lick my hand.

[ladyramora]

MerRam Part 3 Zenos

Asahi kept his eyes on the horizon, watchful for signs of large fins or tails in the water… not like there had been any in the past couple of hours….

…Or that he’d even see fin or tail of those disgusting fish people anymore! After their first couple of catches, those damned things had been more careful. They’d nearly managed a huge haul not too long ago, but apparently they underestimated those undersea cretins.

they could use magic.

They used a powerful earth spell to flip the boat and those in it were attacked by sharks. The few survivors from that boat were questioned and sent back out to the waters to continue their searches, since they failed to bring back a single monster…

He closed his eyes and frowned, why was his Lord so enamored at finding monsters and freakish creatures as opponents, as it wasn’t for the satisfaction of making those freaks leave this plane of existence. If he really wanted a true opponent, they had the powerful Scions of the Seventh Dawn in their prison cells on the boat. If he really wanted a challenge, he could simply use them to entertain him…

Or you know, maybe spar with him sometime… in the bedroom.

But before he could indulge in a fantasy of crossing swords with his Prince, he heard something odd…

Voices. Beautiful voices.

Asahi opened up his map and looked at his compass, the sound seemed to be coming from a well known ship graveyard…

He perked up.

Sirens.

Those stupid fish freaks were leading him right to them!

“Get us closer to the voices!” He commanded, pointing in the direction he wanted them to go.

“But sir…” The soldier protested.

Asahi pulled his blade free of it’s sheathe and held it to the throat of the person in heavy, black armor, “There. Now.”

“Y-yes sir!” The soldier sputtered before adjusting the motor and sending them flying towards the sounds.

Asahi certainly felt as if he were soaring as they closed the distance, he could see wrecked ships, covered in seaweed and the wood worn from the waves and rocks jutting out from the waters.

“COME TO ME YOU WILY TEMPTRESSES OF THE SEA!!” He shouted eagerly as they finally entered the graveyard.

“Temptresses?” A low voice purred as two female faces peered from behind a large chunk of rock before two women carefully walked around it and looked at the ship with broad smiles on their faces, “Hmm… I kind of like that.” The taller of the two women said, an elezen woman now that he got a good look at her. Her mismatched eyes gleaming with dark pleasures and her smile alluring as she licked her lips. He struggled to keep a straight face at the sight of her. She seemed like one of those kinds of people who could seduce anyone with just a low purr and a mere moment of skin contact.

Forget Sirens, he’d probably just found a Succubus.

“I prefer Sorceress.” The smaller, pink woman said, her voice sweet to the point where Asahi felt his stomach churning. He never liked sweets and this girl looked as if she was sugary sweet innocence personified, a surprising contrast to her companion, who was more spice and sex appeal…

And at the mention of sorcery, he finally realized that the two were armed. He held out his blade, his eyes narrowed, “Are you Sirens planning an ambush?”

“Sirens?” the sultry one repeated, her expression slipping from false surprise to amusement, “Well, I suppose we are good singers, but as you can see, we are not half bird.”

“…What?” Asahi said, lowering his weapon a bit.

“Sirens are half bird, half human.” The pink one piped up, “People get them confused with mermaids often, so we can understand the confusion.”

“… So you are Mermaids?” He asked, holding his sword back at the ready again as the dark haired Succubus smiled and walked towards them and turned around, “Do you see fins or a tail?” she asked, her laugh warm and probably what others would see as a relaxing sound, the experience seeming to be like a warm mug of mead on a cold night if his soldiers’ reactions were anything to go by.

The smaller one followed suit, giggling along with her friend, the sound melodic and cheerful, “No gills either!” she assured them with a smile.

Ugh, Asahi could hear his armored boat mates melting into putty by these two women and they weren’t even in the boat. His succubus theory was getting stronger by the moment.

Asahi didn’t lower his weapon as he asked, “What brings you two here? And why were you singing?”

“Oh, our boat suddenly flipped over last night while we were sleeping.” The pink one said, “It certainly gave us a fright! luckily we hadn’t fallen asleep yet and managed to some how get here…” she looked around, “Wherever this is?”

He narrowed his eyes at her and pointed to the bag over her shoulder, “And you managed to hold onto your bag?”

“It wasn’t a large boat.” ‘Rammy’ replied, “It was a bit smaller than yours. Lolzy here used magic to help us travel quicker and we thought it best to keep our things with us in case someone came to try to rob us.”

“And who would rob you?” He asked.

The two shrugged, “But it worked out, so it wasn’t a bad idea.” 'Lolzy’ said simply.

Asahi nearly face palmed.

“So…” 'Rammy’ said, “Would you all be dears and take us to shore?”

“Please?” 'Lolzy pleaded, “We need to make it to the Southern Holy Isles before my cousin has her baby!" 

Asahi rose a brow, the southern holy isles were rumored to have fish people who gave magical crystals from deep under the crystal filled caves in exchange for offerings. He looked at the women’s accessories and weapons. Both girls wore jewels that looked exactly as if they had come from those caves and their weapons were endowed with large crystals that practically radiated magical power.

So even if they weren’t what he was looking for, they may know plenty about their prey and maybe his beloved Prince would be happy at the newest opponents after they got the information they needed from him.

He gave his best apologetic smile as he walked forward and offered his hand up to the dark haired Succubus, "But of course, what kind of person would I be to leave you two ladies stranded out here?" 

She reached out to take it, only for him to pull it back, "But before I do, could you two answer just one more question?”

“Of course.” The sultry one replied.

“Why were you two singing here of all places?” he asked.

“We were bored and playing 'I spy’ got old really quick.” the cutesy one informed him.

His eye twitched a bit before letting them into the boat and leading them to a few spare seats in the back, catching a whiff of something as the pink one passed him.

And it was not just the smell of the ocean. Oh no, this was the scent of fish… and not just any fish.

He grabbed at her pink hair, making her yelp as he took a deep sniff.

“What are you doing?” 'Rammy’ cried, pulling out her own blade

“Are you smelling me?” Lolzy asked as she squirmed in his grip, her expression filled with disgust, which tightened as a creepy smile curled up his cheeks.

He found one. He’d found a fish person, oh sure, she had legs, but those things also had magic, it’s possible that they used a spell to transform themselves into succubi to lure those trying to pull in their people to their deaths! The other probably was one too, he’d need to smell her too to be sure.

“Eel.” He chuckled as he pulled her closer so her face was right under his, “You smell like eel." 

”… What?“ she said, not expecting that reply.

"You smell like eel.” He repeated, “Eels are only in fresh water, not salt water.”

“Uh, eels can be salt water and fresh water.” she said.

“No…” he said, pulling on her hair a bit harder.

“Yeah…” She argued, wincing a bit before covering her mouth, “And also, I fell in the ocean and swam Gods know how far to get here, wouldn’t it make sense if I smelled like the ocean?”

“You don’t SMELL like the ocean, you SMELL like eel.” He insisted.

“And why would you know what that smells like?” She asked, a bit disturbed.

“Because I’m from the East! I know what an eel smells like.” he snapped, annoyed that she kept trying to wiggle her way out of this. 

But it was also fitting for an eel.

“Uh, Lolz and I were just in the East and no one we saw there were standing around smelling random fish…” the other girl pointed out.

“ENOUGH!” he shouted, yanking harder on her hair, “YOU SMELL LIKE EEL AND YOU COME FROM THE SOUTHERN ISLES, YOU EITHER ARE A FISH SCENTED FREAK OR…” Asahi suddenly felt a sharp pain down below and he let her go, falling to his knees as he gasped for breath, noticing the staff had been angled to hit him in a sensitive area. The pink haired one wobbling a bit as she hurried over to her friend, who she thanked through coughs for the save by kicking her staff. She then turned around, her staff at the ready before a bright flash blinded him and he felt himself get launched backwards. 

“Capture them!” He shouted as the boat and the people in it got smaller and smaller before he eventually felt his body crash against the waves and his body sink into the water.

He felt a smile curl up his lips all the same, he’d found one. He’d FOUND ONE! And if this attack was any indication, his Prince would enjoy carving these two into sashimi!

—–

Zenos tapped his finger against the arm of his chair, bored.

This was always the worst part… the waiting. He had to wait until his soldiers came back with new beasts to battle. If they did come with new fiends to battle.

He sighed and glanced at the clock again, his patience waning.

If they didn’t find any new opponents today, he would need to pull out one of those Scions to fight today. The other merpeople they’d pulled were either not fighters and a waste of time to send to his father for their researchers to study later or not good enough opponents.

Surely there was some beast out there that could challenge him?

The doors flung open and Fordola stepped forward with her head held high and her eyes focused and steady, she stopped a good bit away from him and kneeled, “My Lord, Asahi’s party has returned with two guests, one of whom he claims to be a transformed mermaid and the other to be a transformed a succubus.”

“Hmm?” He asked, thoughtful, “And what exactly is his evidence?”

“One of them claims to be from the Southern Holy Isles and…” she seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, “And she smells like eel.”

“He smelled her?” He asked, his interest peaking a bit at the strangeness of the statement.

“Yes, apparently she launched him out of the boat with a spell for that.” She reported, “After Asahi insisted to arrest them both and they rescued him, she said that her friend didn’t deserve to be in chains, since she did nothing wrong. Asahi refused. So the other one flung him back into the sea with the back of her sword. Apparently she said, 'There, now I have a reason to be in chains.’ Afterwards.”

Zenos laughed. These two showed promise. Even if Asahi was incorrect in his assumption, he may still find a use for them, “Bring them to me. I would like to see these creatures for myself.”

“Yes, My Lord!” Fordola said before getting back onto her feet and leaving the room to him and his thoughts.

After what felt like an eternity, Asahi pushed open the doors and rushed to his feet, “My Lord! I have brought to you creatures of the deep disguised as an elezen and a hyur!” He then paused, then glared at the door before hissing at someone in the hall to bring the prisoners in.

The two women that were brought in were chained with their hands behind them, their crude weapons held by a soldier behind the ones who held their chains.

He looked at them with a smile, he had a good feeling about these two.

—

“Hey Rammy.” Lolz whispered as their boat pulled up along side a huge wall of a strange black stone, “Are you getting the feeling that something is off with this group?”

“You mean besides the fact that most of them are dressed up like giant black lobsters?” Ramora replied dryily as she struggled to free herself from her restraints, the eel mer had passed her a long shell they often used to break into old locks, but it seemed to be useless to them right now, these locks were far more advanced than the others they’d dealt with.

“… Well, now that you mention it, yeah, that too. But I mean, I don’t sense any kind of magic from the lobsters. Like at all.”

“What?” She said, shocked, “Are you sure?”

“Positive. The annoying one has some intense dark magic around him, but he never used it to stop my spell, so I think it may be an artifact of some sort.” Lolz confirmed.

“Hmm…” Ramora hummed thoughtfully before the creatures in black armor began covering the boat with chains, “Uh… what are they doing?”

“I dunno. Maybe it’s some weird lobster thing.” her friend said with a shrug.

Before Ramora could comment, the boat suddenly was lifted out of the water and they were being pulled up the black rock, the two crashed onto the floor of the boat with loud cries, Ramora felt her body ache as the little annoying one smirked down at them, “Going up.” He snickered.

“Up where?” she demanded darkly.

“To the Prince of Garlemald, Zenos yae Galvus!” The irksome creature cackled with delight, “You two are going to be his very special guests tonight!”

Ramora looked to Lolz, “Does that sound sexual to you? That sounds sexual to me.”

“Everything sounds sexual to you.” Lolz replied, “But yeah, it sounded sexual. And really creepy.”

He scowled at them as he let the blanket he’d been shivering in since they both flung him into the sea fall off his shoulders as he stood in the boat. Jumping a bit when they finally seemed to reach their destination.

The two glanced around, wide eyed as they were jerked around the strange structure, confused and disoriented.

The obnoxious one stopped in front of a female surface dweller by a really big door and began demanding an audience with 'His Lord’. She argued with him for a moment before walking over to them, squinting at them before looking back to the annoying one, then to them.

“If you want to launch him off the boat, you can borrow our weapons if you want.” Ramora offered. Lolz nodded eagerly and the girl bit back a smile before walking away and out of sight.

He smiled broadly at them, his eyes alight with impish glee.

“I wish we still had our weapons…” Lolz murmured.

“Now hang on, maybe I can use my new feet to hurt him more.” The shark mer suggested.

“… go on.” Lolz urged.

“Hey! what are you two whispering about?” He snapped as he got in their faces. Ramora gagged and looked to Lolz, “And he said YOU smelled!”

“What?” He asked.

“Your mouth smells horrible!” Ramora cried, “It smells like rotting corpses! No wonder poor Lolzy had to cover her nose and mouth!”

“Well, he was also spraying water out of his mouth and it stank just as bad.” Lolz told her.

“Ugh!” She gagged before scowling at the evil imp who frowned and breathed into his hands and blanched before he looked panicked.

“I can’t breathe the same air as my Lord with breath as bad as this.”

“Can’t you just stop then?” Lolz asked.

“Stop what?”

“Breathing.” Ramora said flatly.

He scowled at them again and told several passing lobsters to watch them and quickly dashed off into the unknown, shoving their weapons into one’s hands.

“I don’t suppose we can have those back?” Ramora asked.

“Sorry, but orders are orders.” One of the lobsters replied.

She gave them an understanding nod and the group stood in silence for a bit before Lolz asked, “So if we’re going to be here a while, can we take these restraints off, it’s not like we really have anywhere to go.”

But before the lobsters could answer, the girl returned, looking a bit confused as she glanced around.

“He went to deal with his bad breath.” Ramora told her, “We asked if he could stop breathing, but he wouldn’t go for it.

She smiled at them, "At least you tried. In the meantime, I’ll bring you two inside without him.”

“Fine by us!” Lolz exclaimed.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” A voice demanded.

The two mers groaned as their captor stomped over and glared at the woman before motioning for the lobsters to follow him as he walked through the door with a broad smile, the lobsters motioning for them to move in front of them, seeming a bit nervous as they did so.

“Can you use your feet to hurt him now?” Lolz mumbled.

“Maybe… wait, why can’t you do it?” Ramora asked her.

“Mine aren’t as long.” The eel mer reminded her.

“I doubt it makes them less effective,” She argued.

“Who knows with these things!” she grumbled back, “You seem to have better control of yours than I do.”

Before Ramora could counter her point, the male came back, shouting and motioning them to go inside.

The two carefully walked into the massive room, surprised to find it empty for the most part… except for the massive surface dweller sitting in the back of the room.

Ramora took him in from her spot. Long hair, huge, pretty face, lots of muscle…

“-Me!” Lolz hissed, “Rammy!”

“Hmm?” she hummed, her eyes not leaving the magnificent creature before her.

“Don’t even think about it.” her friend whispered, her tone firm, “this guy seems to be some sort of authority figure here and if that’s the case, he’s the one capturing the others!”

She let out another hum and continued to stare.

“Ramora, NO!" 

"Ramora yes!" 

"You don’t know where that thing has been!” she pointed out.

“I don’t mind as long as I’m on top.” she murmured, her eyes still glued to the man on the fancy chair.

“Ughh…” her friend groaned, “Fine, but if you DO sleep with him, see if you can steal his keys or something. His weapons, anything that can help us rescue the others, destroy the nets and get out of here, okay?”

Ramora let out another hum and Lolz looked up at the ceiling, “We’re so fucked…” she whispered.

“I certainly hope so.” Ramora purred as her friend sighed.

This whole netters thing had just gotten a lot more interesting~

[manggojooz]

Can i request a Angst Jungkook, Yoongi or Taehyung scenario? As you performed with your group on stage your boyfriend and other idols are watching in the audience, when all of sudden you becomes shot and the whole building begins to turn the purest form of panic, terror and fear and you nerly dies.

Hello, in case any of you are wondering ifI take requests, I don’t actively open requests. But if you have one that youwould really like to share with me, I will be happy to take a look. Although Iwould be careful to disclaim first that there is no promise that I can/will write it due to the following reasons:

1.      My job currently takes up a lotof my awake time, it’s very sad;

2.      In view of the above, I havecommitment-phobia lolz;

3.      I also have anxiety issues formy writing since day one and if I am not very vested in the scenario, I think mywriting will suck; and

4.      I would really like to continuethis because I want to and not because I have to.

I did experience a little dilemma with thisrequested scenario given that it is on the darker side. But with what ishappening in the real world nowadays, I thought it would embody something thatI have always wanted to write about.

I am sorry for riding on your request towrite about what I want to, but I hope I have not failed you terribly. 

@slowlyandrogynouskryptonite 

warnings: only things that are evident from the request

word count: 2.6k

You were opening each beautifully wrappedpackage one by one. All the fan gifts were piling up in a corner of thepractice room.  

One fan sent you a cute Tokidoki figurinewhich you were planning to display in your room, and some from your fanclubgifted you a pair of really flamboyant flowery-designed sneakers. To you, thejoy of it was more in reading each of the hand-made cards that came with thepresents. Although you usually did not accept gifts from fans, your birthdaywas always an exception.

You reached out to pick up the next one, awhite box wrapped with a neon pink silk ribbon. The box was exceptionally heavyand you were wondering what it would reveal. You opened the cover and abruptlythrew down the box in horror, gasping. Jooyeon, your fellow member, who wassitting next to you screamed and shrinked away at the sight of the contents.

The sudden noises caught your othermembers’ attentions and whoever turned to look towards the box, either yelledor cursed.

One of your managers barged into the roomupon hearing the commotion from outside and saw the box lying on the ground,some of its contents spilling out – a mixture of blood, wings, tails, heads andpieces of animal parts. A piece of paper was stuck to the inside of the cover,it simply said “I wish you were dead like them bitch”.

—

Your hands were still trembling as youreached for the door handle to your apartment. It wasn’t the first time youreceived a death threat, but each only carved a deeper scar within you.

You were a pretty vocal idol, an idol whostood up for what you believed in. You often endorsed social causes, which inevitablygot you into the bad books of a few powerful people who choose to be on thewrong side of law.

While there were these “mobsters”, aslightly different group of people also had a vested interest in terrorisingyou – your boyfriend’s sasaengs, who were really closer to being voyeurs. Yourrelationship with Yoongi has never been publicly acknowledged, it remains a runoff the rumour mills. But in reality, the two of you were very much together,in love. His sasaengs knew it as clear as day, and they hated you beyondanybody’s imagination.

Yoongi had always known you received hateletters and death threats, it wasn’t difficult to not spot them all over theinternet. He was always worried that it was because of him, although he didn’tquite express it much. You never wanted him to feel shitty about such thingsthat were clearly beyond his control, so you always chose to pin it on themobsters, the people who hated your activist stance.

As you creaked the door opened, your housewas shrouded in darkness, with sparkles of light coming from the living room.

A loud pop burst into your ears suddenly.“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BABY!!!”, an unusually excited Yoongi shouted whileappearing from behind a sofa holding a confetti popper.

You stood frozen at the doorway, confettisnowing down on you, unable to move your feet into the dark room, only nownoticing that the sparkles of light came from cubes of candles Yoongi hadplaced around your living room.

He came to you instead. “Hey Y/N, what’swrong? Did I scare you so badly? I thought this was supposed to be romantic…damn, shouldn’t have taken Jin’s advice on this.”

You were just too relieved to hear hisvoice, and you took a few steps closer to him, wrapping your arms around historso and burying your face into his chest. You tried your damnest best to lethis heart beat soothe your traumatised mind.

“Don’t leave me, Yoongi-ah", you saidin the smallest voice.

Given that he was a member of the nowworld-renowned boyband, everyone assumed Yoongi had the everything and foundthe happy ending he worked so hard for. But despite all his achievements, healways still felt like he had nothing. That was until you came into his life,and he finally knew what it meant to have somebody. You became the entire worldhe had and the happy ending that he pines for.

But now, his entire world is weakly hidingin his arms. He knew there was something going on, and the fact that you werenot telling him outrightly suggests that it was related to him.

“Aigooo our birthday baby is feeling sadthat she’s growing old? Since it’s your birthday, can you make my wish cometrue? Wish that I’ll turn into a rock so that I can’t and won’t need to goanywhere, so that I can stay by your side forever”, he only ever showed hischeesy side when he wanted to cheer you up.

You huffed a laughter into his chest, stilltaking in his comforting scent. “Stop learning all these bad lines from Jinplease”, although your murmurs were muffled you were already feeling safer andbetter. Even if the whole world hated you, even if the whole world wanted youdead, it was sufficient that in this moment, he was holding you.

—

Two weeks passed and it was the end ofanother year, the season of award ceremonies again. Dressed in all the glamourand glitz, your members and you strutted down the red carpet. A reporter hadtried to throw a few questions as you guys walked by, in particular whether youhad a response to the rumours that you were dating Yoongi.

Inside the hall, your group’s table waslocated diagonally behind BTS’ table. In an attempt to appear less blatant, youlet Jooyeon take the seat that would closest to where Yoongi sat and youoccupied the next seat instead. At least you had a clear view of him, you weremore than satisfied.

As the night passed, Yoongi’s staring atyou became more and more frequent. You were in such a fabulous gown, he justcouldn’t control his idiotic smile every time he looked at you.

One of the programme directors approachedyour table indicating that you girls should start preparing for the upcomingperformance. As you slowly slipped away from the table to the back of the stageyou gave Yoongi one last glance and he just beamed back at you.

—

The stage was pitch black, you were all inyour positions. There was chanting and screaming which you had difficultytrying to hear through the earpiece you wore. Lights came on, music erupted andyou girls did your thing.

You always had flare in your performance,being one of the main dancers. You would catch glimpses of Yoongi watching you,his thumb under his chin and his fingers covering his slightly dropping jaw.

The performance reached the first dancebreak and Jooyeon had a solo dance part before it will transition into yourpart. As a result, the choreography required you to stand way in the backhidden by all the other members. Your eyes were staring at the floor in frontof you focusing on the music flowing through your earpiece and mentallypreparing to tear the stage in a few moments.

From nowhere a strong force tugged yourarms causing your entire body to follow the motion and you belatedly realisedsomeone dressed in a black hoodie was pulling you off the stage in the cover ofthe darkness. You were dragged a few metres from where you had stood but youresisted and flung your arms forcefully, your struggling voice was picked up bythe microphone and eventually you were freed from the grasp of the stranger.

As you turned your back to run away fromthe shadows, a booming sound resounded, resembling the shattering of the earth.Instantaneously, it subsided into absolute silence.

You couldn’t hear anything. You saw yourmembers turn to face you. Two seconds, you felt a shard of coldness shock youthrough your veins. What followed was indescribable. Pain, torture, shock, yourbody was incapable of breathing or functioning. You collapsed.

A part of your back felt like someone wastrying to rip your soul through it, but you couldn’t even focus on that becauseyou were losing all senses. Someone was holding your head, shaking you,shouting at you and then…

Have you ever felt it before? Fallingasleep? You have never, because you only realise you have fallen asleep afteryou wake up from it. So… what happens if you never wake up again?

—

It was a love-hate relationship that Yoongihad with your performances. He loved watching you dance, but he hated otherpeople watching you. Ever since your performance started, he was busy splittinghis attention between intently appreciating your existence and looking out forother idols ogling at you. Sometimes he could tell that the other idols enjoyedyour performance a little too much, but he couldn’t do much about it since thetwo of you were not publicly together, which was a fact he hated more. At leastwhen it came to his own members, if he caught any of them staring a tad toolong at you, he would hurl a sweet from the table at them discreetly.

During Jooyeon’s dance break, you werehidden from the audience’s view and Yoongi finally managed to find some time tocatch his breath again. Jin was making funny eyes at him and internallylaughing at his friend being too mesmerised by his own girlfriend. Yoongilaughed at himself slightly too for being so… not himself when it comes toyou.

He didn’t notice the scuffling noisesseeping through the sound system, but the atmosphere around him grew noisier asthough everyone was curious about something.

An unexpected loud bang broke his tranceand he intuitively ducked his head away from the sound. When he looked up,there was chaos breaking out on the stage, he could see a few men holdingsomeone down, your members were covering their mouths with their hands andpeople were seen yanking them off the stage.

The music stopped and disorder started tospread. Everyone was panicking, everyone was running away and some hid underthe table.

Between the gaps of humans fleeing, hecaught the sight of your lifeless body lying on the dark stage floor. It was nolonger a fight or flight moment, there was only one choice for him, toimmediately rush to your side.

He frantically tried to push past the hoardof people, like that one drop of water trying to resist the tide of the river.Everyone finally got some grasp of the situation and Namjoon who was next toYoongi instantly tried to restrain him from dashing into the perceived danger.

“You can’t be running up there!”, heshouted into Yoongi’s ears. Jungkook and Jimin each grabbed one of Yoongi’sarms to stop him. The strength of desperation is truly a biological wonder, ittook the three of them all their energy to hold down a usually weak Yoongi.

As Jungkook tried to pull him back, heshoved Jungkook off and then grabbed him by his shirt.

“Will you be able to stay away?”, the wordshe spoke were like daggers, “if not then fucking let me go!”, he bellowed.

When he finally reached you, you were nolonger responding. Two or three paramedics were busy trying to get you out ofthis hell. Yoongi was constantly trotting by your side, controlling himself tonot break down into hysteria. As he followed behind the stretcher wheeling youout, a voice stopped him,

“Oppa…”

He turned to face it, she looked like anordinary teenager, the hood that covered her face earlier was now hanging offthe back of her head. Her hair was in a mess and her hands were behind her backas she was currently pinned by two security guards to a wall. A small pistollay on the ground in front of them.  

“She’s gone now. But you still have me”,she said.

—

27 days. You lay in the intensive care unitfor 27 days.

That wasn’t the worst part.

He held your hands which were soft but coldand were pierced by countless needles. He watched as they time and again triedto revive you from the brink of death. He heard the doctor tell them that youwill never be able to dance again, the bullet landed too close to your spineand they had to put a metal rod in you to even save your life.

That still wasn’t the worst of it.

You had regained consciousness that morningbut Yoongi knew he could no longer stay by your side. He knows this will breakthe both of you, but he just wanted you to be alive and safe. He smirked at thecruelty of it all – the path he chose in life, the desire to become asuccessful rapper, the despair that even then he felt like nothing and themissteps of finding himself again within you. Life mocks people in the craziestways, it made him believe that there are happy endings and then it harshlyreminded him that his choices will never lead there.  

Every moment of those 27 days, he heardthat same voice telling him, “she’s gone now”. And he would hear his own voiceanswering, that it was all because of him.

—

He sat across the person who took awayeverything. He wished they would just perish together in this stone-walled roombut that would be too easy on her.

As if she always knew him, as if nothinghad happened, she asked about his day, what he had for lunch, what the weatheroutside was like, saying that she knows he hated sunny days. He didn’t answerher.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore, sheslammed her fists onto the table, rattling the hand cuffs resting on herwrists.

“Don’t you want to know why I did it?!”,she begged him, her eyes filling with tears.

“Why would I? Everybody has a reason.”,Yoongi said in his chilly demeanour.

“Every one of those people in there withyou had a reason, good or bad. But the moment you held a gun against adefenseless person, the moment you stooped so low as to do something a humanshould never do, all the reasons don’t matter anymore. You are nothing but acoward.”

“They said she didn’t even die.” Was shepleading for forgiveness? Or was she regretting that you didn’t die?  

Yoongi’s eyes pierced her dilated pupils ashe whispered his response.

“No… but I did.”

—

The world is truly a hopeless place.

Where the righteous hold sticks and standup against the evils holding guns

Where they tell you that love will triumphover hate

But love does not cheat, love does notkill, love does not take

What then, can the love in this worldprotect from the hatred that assassinates. 

[aboutsixplums]

Alriiiiiight, last weekend I went to an antique store and found, in addition to a great tin Ding-Dong sign and a couple illustrations from an old surgical reference book, a book on dog breeding. How To Breed Dogs, by Leon F.Whitney, DVM. First published 1937, most recent and final edited edition published 1971. Beneath the cut is a lot of quoting excerpts & talking about them, for anyone who cares to read/discuss!

“Germ plasm” is DNA. DNA is briefly described in a few paragraphs, but the term germ plasm is used throughout the book. “The dog is only the product of the germ plasm which he is carrying, as custodian.” As are we all. There’s poetry in that, honestly. “Another reason why this problem [cryptorchidism] is difficult to study is that very many young cryptorchids are injected with hormone [sic] to cause testicles to descend. And another: the surgical implantation of glass testicles in the scrotum of show dogs.” ...wut. I know Neuticles are a thing, but whom the fuck was putting glass nuts in dogs? Thick glass? Did they break?? Who made them? Did you call up your local glassblower? Judges of show dogs of the day must not have squeezed their nuts like they do now. The book is very obviously a product of its time. The author was doing his own large-scale study on the inheritance of various genes/traits, and openly says he routinely culled his experimental stock when he was through with them. For example, when he wanted to know how quickly sperm traveled through the feminine tubes after mating: “I have shot a bitch the moment she and the dog separated...” Pictures of a Boxer bitch in progressive stages of parturition--she has noticeably poor body condition. Even in old, dark grayscale photos, her spine & pelvis are clearly visible. Still working on how to properly nourish a pregnant bitch, eh? “Testosterone injected into female puppies if continued throughout their growing period will produce penises of considerable size.” I know this is how science marches on, but. Y’know. ‘Hey, I wonder what happens if I just fucking inject T into puppies?’ I notice there’s no note on what happens if you inject estrogen into male pups. Detailed description of how to jack off a dog, lol The author bred two dogs, which he calls Bullhounds (bloodhound + bull terrier cross), named Mary and Bill. Their first litter produced 12 puppies. A second mating produced 17 puppies, at which point the author went “wow” and bred the shit out of Mary just to see if she would keep having big litters. In the late 30s, the author began killing most of the puppies from her litters--and then breeding her again at her next heat, y’know, just to see if she’ll have a seventh big litter. She gave birth to 143 puppies in her lifetime, eventually being euthanized at 7 years because “I had to greatly reduce the number of dogs which I owned.” The author bred Cocker Spaniels and at one point accidentally produced one with stunted legs and let me tell you it’s a weird-looking thing. Doesn’t help that it appears to be 1. fat and 2. ungroomed. Picture of Greyhounds (year unknown) and to the modern eye they're awfully small for Greyhounds. I’d call them Whippets. Picture of a Basset--markedly different from a modern Basset. Hind legs much longer, much less excess skin, not as long-backed, ears much shorter. German Shepherd showdog of the late 60s is showing a sloped back! So it begins. Picture comparison of a circa 1925 “ideal” Cocker and a 1971 “ideal” Cocker. Very different-looking dogs. The ‘25 Cocker looks generically spaniel-y; longish ears, semi-long coat w feathers, bi-colored. The ‘71 Cocker looks like a modern one, with much longer & wavier fur, much rounder cranium, more pendulous lips, dramatically longer ears. Chows are less densely-coated & have longer muzzles. Boxers and English bulldogs look as they do now. Purely for the lolz, the author bred a St. Bernard with a French Bulldog and a Pomeranian with a German Shepherd. Section header: Is Hip Dysplasia Inherited? lol (the author concludes no. It occurs in “large breeds which are pampered and over-vitaminized.”) “In attempt to straighten [the tail] by breaking, I broke the entire end of the tail off, and this disfigurement ruined the appearance of the dog.” “American Pit Bulldog” just thought the manner of phrasing was interesting, bc clearly that mangled with time. Short mention of “the baboon dogs of South Africa.” Short spine syndrome! Description of a weird illness that I can’t determine. Cropped up in the US in 1940. Description sounds at first like kennel cough, but some dogs, 2-3 wks after recovering from the cough & fever, developed encephalitis, muscle twitches, and seizures.  Collie Eye was becoming recognized, as was the Dalmatian inability to break down uric acid! “It is imperative that puppies be sold as early as possible” lol yup who needs inter-dog socialization

[ladyramora]

MerRam Part one: Netters

(in this world, Ramora and the other warriors of Light are Merpeople, everyone else is the same as they usually are)

Ramora sighed in boredom at their meal at the Undersea Inn, she already missed the lovely meals that those sweet turtle people had made for her and her friend back when they were exploring Eastern waters.

“Yeah, I’m with you on that.” Her friend sighed as she pushed her plate away, “After eating surface food for that long, raw fish and seaweed just seems so bland.” Her long pink eel tail coiling around her as she pouted as her matching pink hair floated around her head, making her look like an anemone.

Ramora simply nodded with a flick of her own, dark powerful shark tail and threaded her fingers through her dark hair. Memories of swimming through merky waters as a young mer flooding through her mind, hunting for anything she could get her hands on to eat spun through her mind as she picked at the meal.

She had never bothered to be picky before, it was strange to find herself being so now.

She didn’t really know much about her blood line, except that she had shark blood in her and had learned at a young age how to use the strength and speed her tail allowed her to her advantage, making her a powerful threat even unarmed. But she learned as much magic and fighting styles as possible to keep herself as well covered in the safety and fed departments. Her ears were different compared to other mers, pointed, not webbed or round like the others. Her eyes were too, one was red and the other green. These alone made her childhood all the more difficult.

Lolz came from a tribe of mers that lived in a cave filled with colorful crystals that had an opening to the surface where more crystals could be found, so her people had long since evolved to have tails in bright or pastel colors depending on what part of the cave they lived in. 

Surface dwellers would give various offerings in exchange for broken crystals, which were filled with magic, so her friend was well versed in many kinds and was able to turn Ramora’s loose teeth and some small crystals and surface trinkets she brought with her into accessories that gave them boosts in power, speed and mana. They also allowed them to swim in any waters, no matter the temperature, or the saltiness or all the other things her friend had rattled off as Ramora happily tried them on and admired the ‘clothing’ Lolzy had gotten from the surface.

Armed with their knowledge and skills they had happily explored the world together, but had gotten a message via a link pearl about a family member of Lolz’s being with child and urged them back to greet the little one into the world.

The two had been traveling for days now and only when they reached this reef had they realized how few mers were out and about as they got closer to their destination.

The waitress swam by and stopped when she saw they hadn’t touched their meals. Ramora and Lolz quickly snapped out of their thoughts and apologized before the waitress waved them off.

“It’s fine, everyone around here is uneasy, I can understand why you’re not eating…” She said.

“Yes, why is that?” Ramora asked, indicating the mostly empty inn, “This whole place feels like an abandoned reef.”

“Well, if those netters keep it up, it probably will be soon enough.” She sighed.

Ramora’s blood went to ice. 

Netters were surface dwellers that hunted mers for one reason or another. She and Lolzy had been caught in one before and it was terrifying. If they hadn’t used magic to destroy the boat themselves…

She shivered at the horrible stories she used to hear about what happened to those who were taken by netters…

“Netters?” Lolz blurted, horrified as she hugged the tip of her tail, “Out here? I thought they stuck to waters closer to shore!”

“These ones don’t.” The waitress assured them, “But they come from black boats that spawn from one that’s bigger than this entire reef.”

Both of their jaws dropped in shock, but Ramora recovered quickly, “How many have they gotten?”

“About ten adults so far, a few teens, two elderly mers. And they nearly got a school of young children that were playing in open waters last week.” She reported, “Old Mr. Nettle used a powerful earth spell to flip the boat and they had to let the net go. A few sharks were happy to help keep them distracted while we gathered the children and brought them somewhere safe, but still…”

The two bristled in rage. Furious at the idea of some bastard netters trying to steal children who simply were doing what all children did; playing.

“Where are you two headed?” the waitress asked.

“South.” Lolz replied, paling, “My… my cousin is going to have a baby soon…” She looked at the mer before her, “They-they aren’t going south, are they?”

“We have no idea, the first scouting party was netted so we can’t get too close to find out where they are headed.” she explained. Lolzy sunk further into her tail until only her eyes and hair were outside of it, now truly looking like an anemone.

“I-I’m sure they’re not headed south!” She tried to assure her, “You look like an eel, and i know eels mostly stay in caves, so it’d be hard for them to net all of you if you all stay inside!”

After seeing how her words did little to comfort, she quickly excused herself and fled.

“Lolzy.” Ramora called.

“Surface Dwellers come to the opening to our cave all the time, Rammy.” She murmured, “I… I don’t think it’s that much of a secret up there that we’re there… Wh-what if this netter goes there next?”

“We aren’t going to let that happen, Lolzy.” Ramora promised as she pulled a vial from her bag, “I think it’s about time we give this thing a try.”

Lolz popped her head from her tail and her eyes widened. She pulled herself out of her tail and slammed her hands onto the table top, “Have you lost your mind?!”

“Perhaps.” Ramora purred, “But in this situation, I think being as crazed as the netters will do us some good.”

“How will us being able to…” she paused as she struggled to find the correct word for a moment before she finally said, “walk among the surface dwellers help us? The witch said it only lasts from one dawn to another. That means we only have a small window of time to even use it, let alone learn how they use their legs…”

“We’ll just use the crabs and shrimp as examples and go from there.” Ramora said simply.

“Yes, because that’s not strange at all.” She huffed.

“Surely you’ve seen how humans move and behave?” Ramora asked.

“Well, yes, but only a little…” Lolz admitted bitterly, as if she was able to see into the future and witness her following along with this dangerous plan before letting out a sigh of defeat. “Fine… What’s the plan?”

Ramora smiled widely, her eyes twinkling with dark pleasure as she threaded her fingers together in a triangular shape, “We’re going to play the damsels in distress.”

(Lolz’s Notes:

I decided that Ramora would be a shark because they are amazing and powerful and beautiful and fucking terrifying, and let’s face it, that’s Ramora. I was thinking she’d be a short fin Mako shark with darker skin. Makos are the fastest sharks in the world and love jumping out of the water (I think in Ram’s case though, it’d be more to show off than to hunt) and resemble smaller great white sharks.

But seriously, y'all have no idea how long it took me to pick a shark for Ramora. Like, I was wondering if I should pick a smaller species of shark, or one that lives in deeper waters. Finally I decided that it was between a mako or a dusky shark, whose diet would more line up with the one I had in this story along with many others, but they’re SOOOO slow. Slow swimmers and slow growers. They take twenty years to mature into adults and because of that and lots of humans hunting them for their fins, meat, skin and liver oil, they are having a bit of a population problem…Anyways, Ramora, let me know if you’d rather she’d be a dusky shark instead. I can write her either way.

Lolz is an eel because most eels I see live in tunnels or small caves and I kinda headcanon Lolz is from an island with a mystical cave filled with powerful crystals blessed by the Goddess of Light, so she heard her and saw things a lot more often because of her Echo soaking in more Goddess blessings and she got picked on for being 'weird’ and hearing and seeing things others couldn’t. Also I thought it’d be funny for that to be the reason she has pink hair, her species evolved to blend in with the crystals.)

[ladyramora]

MerRam Part 2: the Plan

“If we die, I blame you.” Lolz grumbled as she hid behind a lump of coral, her finned ears slanted downwards as Ramora used her electroreception and superior sense of smell to check their surroundings. Her darker colors better blending into the murky midnight waters where the moonlight was too weak to go.

“Lolzy, have a bit more faith.” Ramora chided.

“I have faith that this plan is stupid and that I’m an idiot for going along with it.” Lolz deadpanned before asking, “The coast clear?”

“It would seem so. But remember, the others in the reef did say that the first party sent were probably captured at night.” Ramora reminded her before slipping from their hiding spot and swimming on ahead.

“Great. As if nets aren’t bad enough to deal with during the day!” She complained as she followed. 

The spot they’d decided on was a bit out of the way for the netters, it was by a ship graveyard and farther south and west of the reef they’d stopped at to eat earlier. 

“Okay, do you remember the plan?” Ramora asked her as they swam.

“Yes.” She groaned, “Reach the rock that the shopkeeper told us about. Drink the potion. wait for it to work. Climb up the rock. put on ‘clothes’…”

“Clothes?” the shark mer repeated with a frown, “That wasn’t part of my plan.”

“Surface dwellers don’t normally wander around without clothes!” Lolz cried, “I told you this before we left!”

“Well, maybe we don’t have enough clothes to cover us both, did you consider that, Lolzy?” Ramora countered. The eel mer frowned and glanced at her bag, thoughtful as she began counting off her fingers before hissing out a swear.

“Okay, so, before we drink the potion, we should check the ships. They probably have something we can wear in there…” Lolz said thoughtfully.

“I think the other mers would have picked those places clean by now.” Ramora said, surprised at her confidence that there would be anything left in the ships to take.

“Since when do mers wear clothing?” she pointed out.

“We do use the material they’re made from for other things.” Ramora reminded her.

“True, but surface dwellers’s clothing is made of different types of materials.” Lolz informed her, “Any mer could have not liked the feel and left it behind.”

“So we’re stuck with the uncomfortable left overs?” Ramora mused.

“It’s either that or being without any extra layer of defense against the netters.” She said.

Ramora pondered this for a moment, if they were going face to face against netters, it probably was best to have something extra to defend themselves with. Their magic and weapons aside, there was no telling what the netters had in their arsenals. 

“Alright.” Ramora agreed, “We search the ships, find some clothes, take the medicine, transform, get on the rock, practice walking and then start calling out for help.”

“… You really think they’ll bother helping us?” Lolz asked, “I mean, i doubt any of the mers they pulled up were happily offering themselves up to them. What if they just leave us there? We only have one potion each. This will be our one shot at this…”

“I doubt that.” Ramora said, “We can always just get pulled up and fight them ourselves.”

“No.” Lolz said firmly, “We aren’t putting ourselves in that kind of danger. We can’t save anyone if we need to be rescued too.”

“Fine. if this doesn’t work, we’ll make another plan.” Ramora offered. Her friend nodded and they continued on their way. 

—-

When they finally made it to the ships, it was already morning, with the sun already far enough in the sky that they could see it over head. 

“Okay, let’s take a short break. Can you pull out what surface dweller clothes we have?” Ramora asked

“Yeah, hold on…” She said, opening up her bag and carefully pulling out several cloth coverings, pulling them out in the water so they could get a proper look at them, “Some of these seem to be made for parts we’ll only get after the transformation, so we should grab as much clothing as we can just in case it doesn’t fit either of us.”

“And it might be useful later on as something else if it’s not the right size.” She agreed as she helped her friend repack the wet garments into her bag and the two began searching for treasure in the sunken structures.

The first thing they’d found was a chest full of gems and shiny flat pebbles the color of the sun. 

Nope.

The next, a few boxes filled with corked bottles with faded labels with roses on them and strange lettering.

Nope.

The next one had what looked like wet sand and leaves.

Nope.

Finally, Ramora sensed something in the water behind a wall and broke through it, finding the walls lined with containers and clothing placed on strange torso shaped things.

The two exchanged large smiles.

Bingo.

The two began inspecting the clothing around them, opening drawers and chests and pulling them out, starting to even have a bit of fun with this until they heard a voice cry out, “Hey! You need to pay for those!” They jerked a bit and turned to find a surface dweller’s skeleton in a colorful looking… dress? Maybe? It’s hands on it’s hips as it tapped it’s… foot? Yeah, foot. That sounded right.

“You’re alive?” Lolz murmured.

“No, but you’ll take those without paying over my dead body!” The skeleton snapped.

“… okay then…” she said, looking to her friend for a moment before Ramora swam closer to the undead creature, “Look, we meant no offense or almost theft. We just need some more clothes that will tempt some surface dwellers to let us onto their big ship and we can free our fellow mers and stop them from netting any more.”

The skeleton leaned closer at the word 'tempt’, “You two are going fishing?” she asked, an eagerness clear in her voice.

“In a way…” Ramora purred, “We also need it to be an armor of sorts, to keep us safe if attacked.”

The Skeleton turned it’s skull from one mer to the other before saying, “You said more clothes, so I’ll assume you have some on you?”

“Yes.” Ramora confirmed, motioning for Lolz to pull the garments out of her bag. The undead creature took the pile and began stretching them out and letting out a thoughtful, “Hmm… these aren’t bad, but they’re not in the best shape. If you two can bring me some gold, I’ll get you clothes that will bring every surface dwelling creatures in for miles!”

“Deal!” Ramora cried as she shook a boney hand and dragged Lolz out by her arm, “We’ll be back in a bit!”

“I’ll start laying out options!” The skeleton replied, sounding a bit excited at the prospect.

Ramora quickly swam towards the first chest they opened, “Lolzy, you said gold is the color of the sun, right?”

Lolz smiled broadly and nodded as they pushed it open and began gathering up as much as they could before deciding to change things up a bit and dumping the gold back out and carrying the chest back to the skeleton, who had changed some of the clothing on the strange chest shaped objects and froze in place when she turned to see them come in.

“Is this enough?” Ramora asked. The skeleton jumped for joy before she began pulling the strange outfit holders in front of a large mirror and had both girls float behind them to see how they’d look as they explained their plan to their bony fashion helper.

After explaining the plan and learning a few things about surface dwellers, they finally picked their outfits.

Ramora received a black top with silver designs down the sides with sleeves that she would have to put on separately, the top hiding thick leather armor around her chest and the sleeves hiding wrist guards. She also was given blood red skirt that was so short that she didn’t have to worry about any of her fins poking out, black and white striped stockings and long, black boots that covered the stockings entirely and had similar silver designs as the top did the designs made of metal and a thin layer applied to the front of each boot. The skeleton handed her a few pairs of the socks and boots and told her to leave them on the rock they were planning to crawl onto after they transformed and she’d collect them afterwards.

Lolz was given a white blouse with sleeves that covered the top half of her shoulders but not the bottom half. There was also a thick layer of leather over her chest under the blouse. She also received a white skirt with a small slit in the front and thick patches of leather on the inside of the skirt. She was finally given few pairs of sandals that were to be tied on by white fabric attached to the shoes that seemed to be also made of thick leather. She was told the same thing about them as Ramora was with her shoes and socks.

After they had their outfits, they were taught how to put them on (especially the garments that would go on their new legs) they stuffed them in bags and thanked their new undead friend before swimming up towards their rock.

Now that they had their clothing, they could finally start with their plan.

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Ramora and Lolz beached themselves onto a rock that was half covered in water and took seats on the edge that was still submerged, the two pulling out the medicine and looking at each other, Lolz looking a bit nervous. The shark mer knew that she’d probably have to go first or Lolz might not drink it, so she gave her friend a broad, sharp toothed smile.

“Down the hatch!” Ramora said, quickly downing the bottle. She struggled not to make a face. It tasted bitter and sour with a hint of rotting flesh.

Ugh!

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this…” The eel mer mumbled as she too, downed her bottle and then gagged at the taste.

The two waited for a moment, anxiously awaiting the transformation when Ramora suddenly felt a tickle at the tip of her tail. Her eyes widened as her tail seemed to split right down the middle, her fins shrinking away right before her eyes. 

“Holy!” Her friend exclaimed as she watched her tail split too before the two halves started to shift and twirl until they had shifted into legs and feet… and these strange little things at the end of the foot that they could only guess were those 'toe’ things that the skeleton told them about.

Lolz looked over to her legs and pouted, “Hey, how come yours are longer than mine? I had the longer tail!” Ramora looked down at her own, now completely transformed legs. They really were longer than the eel beside her’s, which was a bit odd, but she certainly wasn’t going to complain.

“It’s not the length that matters, Lolzy, it’s how you use them.” She stated simply, “Speaking of using them…” She pulled herself up a bit and struggled for a moment as she worked to gain her balance on the two strange limbs she was now sporting. 

“Careful!” her friend cried before struggling to get to her own feet, the two grabbing at each other to help steady one another for a few seconds as they tried standing and walking. Once they got that down, they then struggled to stay upright as they put on the clothes, helping each other pull at the wet fabric to be able to put the soaked garments on. 

The skirts were the hard part, the two sadly only realizing as they struggled to stay upright that if they’d simply put the blouses and skirts on underwater, they’d only have to put on the shoes after taking the medicine, and they could do that while sitting.

The shoes themselves were a whole other issue, as they had to relearn how to balance themselves on them quickly. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, the two were dressed, able to walk without too much trouble in their shoes and they were almost dry.

“Being dry feels so weird…” Ramora commented as she touched her arms and neck.

“I know! And I can’t make a slime coat for myself right now either!” the eel mer agreed.

“Would you really want to right now?” the shark mer asked.

Her friend shrugged, “It’s just strange that I can’t make one for myself right now. Can you sense anything with your electroreception?”

Ramora puffed up and tried to use it, only she felt nothing, she couldn’t even use it to sense Lolz right next to her, “No. Which is a shame because it would be really helpful right about now…”

“Wait… so right now we’re surface dwellers who can hardly walk who have no way to tell if anyone is coming to get them or not?” Lolz summed up.

“I suppose so…” Ramora sighed as she began to rub at her temples, as if it would activate the glands she used as homing devices for the electrical currents other living beings gave off. 

“Fuck.” Lolz said plainly before she began rubbing her chin in thought and looking around.

“Hey Rammy, what do you think lured all these ships here?” she asked.

“Hmm?” She replied, “Oh, probably Sirens. They have voices that can lure surface dwellers to their deaths.”

“Wasn’t that what that one netter called us when we were being pulled up that one time?” Lolz asked.

“Yes.” Ramora replied, annoyed at the memory, “How they can mix mers with bird people I’ll never know…”

“… maybe we can use that to our advantage.” Lolz suggested, “They think mers are the ones luring them to death with songs, maybe if we sing, they might think it’s a siren." 

"But we aren’t sirens.” Ramora repeated, a little annoyed.

“No, but if they heard singing and saw a ship graveyard, what would they assume the voices to be?” Lolz pointed out, “And even if they aren’t stupid enough to assume that Mers and Sirens are the same, they might come over to see if they can net a Siren while they’re out!”

Ramora let her friend’s words soak in for a moment before smiling, “Lolzy, you’re a genius.”

“I doubt that, but I’ll take it.” she replied, “Now, I think you know what song I’m thinking of, but I just need to be sure…”

Ramora hummed the first few bars and her friend smiled, “Let’s lure some netters!”

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(Lolz note:

did I add things like electroreception and slime glands to show off what a fish nerd I am? Yup.

Also reference for Ramora’s outfit:https://ffxiv.eorzeacollection.com/glamour/10345/flirtatious-elf

Reference for Lolz’s outfit:https://ffxiv.eorzeacollection.com/glamour/12573/white-sundress

Also check out the website, it’s really cool and a nice place to see different glamours!)