Im writing something and I cant stop thinking of it. Gill weirdness under the cut in case you want the warning.
(gill on gill? gill scissoring??)
Ok so. Rain and Dew before he became fire.
They’re being freaks like normal, tongues and fingers in places that they never would’ve expected. One of them pulls back, out of breath from greedy lips. Let’s say that the one is Dew, he always loses to Rain, always turns into putty in his hands. He’s almost always the one to pull back because he gets so lost in the way Rain kisses him.
He rests his head over Rain’s shoulder but its such a chore holding himself up, he’s lazy with it. And he shifts just enough that their necks brush up against each other. Satan below it happens. Something in them both explodes in a perfect flame. It makes Rain buck his hips into Dew’s and it knocks Dew further, pressing his fluttering gills even closer to his own.
It’s so wet, almost abnormally wet even for a pair of horny water ghouls.
They abandon all desire for anything else at that point. There’s no more thought about whose dick is going to do what in whose holes. There’s no want for a hungry make out session.
All they want is this— sensitive gills gliding against each other, pressure that feels familiar yet so foreign.
They keep craning their necks pressing their gills together. Their chest are getting slick from how wet they are, they don’t know whose mess is whose. They cant stop moaning and the sounds feel like the best vibration against their gills. It makes them groan even more. It’s a crazy loop to get caught in.
Anyways. I was thinking of weird gill stuff and settled on gill scissoring. Just wanted to share.
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Girls, get you a husband like Panfilo. If he doesn't kiss your widdle forehead and call you "my darling" every time you do something weird and slightly off-putting then he ain't it.
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I’ve already seen one person having a lil tantrum, going off about how they were Big MadTM about the tweels having scales on them in their mer forms because
“eElS dOnT hAvE sCaLeS¡!i! 😡😡😡”
And I was like. Dude. Calm down.
Eels don’t have people attached to them either.
They are MERS. This is FANTASY. And you’re upset that they have SCALES because in REALITY eels don’t actually have them???
Lol. Lmao even.
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Captain Brnine, once a very private person, has been opening up as of late.
(a secsam pinch hit for @fourteenfifteen!)
hands are intended to be (clockwise from bottom left): jesset, thisbe, gucci, clem, valence, <asepsis>, gur sevraq, the figure, cori
(+phrygian all tied up in their guts, of course)
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Madame Curie puts on a light show for us
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i think that the majorwood dynamic this season is going to be about fate. subverting fate, specifically.
think about it: they’re both known for breaking the rules of the series. a green killing reds, a boogeyman refusing to kill at all. they break the rules, but only one of them has ever succeeded.
martyn doesn’t understand it. they’ve played the same games, walked the same invisible lines, but scott always comes out on top. he gets a happy afterlife, a sacrifice that means something. he gets to win.
why do martyn’s sacrifices never mean anything? he dies at the feet of the king he couldn’t save, fights to the end and dies anyways. he gets broken up with! he doesn’t understand.
so it must be fate. martyn should just let go, let the tides of destiny take him where they will. and yet. and yet.
he partners with scott out of curiosity, he tells himself. he wants to know what makes fate (and the Ones that pull the strings) so fond of him. he learns very quickly they aren’t.
the truth is this: scott doesn’t give a damn about destiny. he does whatever he wants to, lives in the moment because, really, what else is there? martyn aches. he thinks it might be jealousy. he knows it’s not.
he thinks scott is moonlight; ephemeral, beautiful, doomed. he grins at martyn and tells him cheerfully that fate shouldn’t dictate his choices. martyn thinks he’ll die if he doesn’t follow fate. martyn thinks a lot of things about scott.
martyn comes trudging back to the coral isles one day and sees two familiar heads. scott and pearl. they have their feet in the water, heads leaned close together, like they’re sharing a private joke, like they weren't at each others' throats last season. a moment later, pearl snickers, and their peals of laughter ring across the ocean.
scott’s laugh sounds like sunlight. his eyes are beautiful.
this could be… a problem.
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