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[merakiui]

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Meraaaaaaa! I hope this letter finds you well. Sending all of my love potions to you because you're always feeding us so well with meals~ no over working okay? Remember to take rest days! Your out of this world writing is no easy feat! Take care of yourself or else I will be angy!

I hope you enjoy your Christmas this year (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

I might be cooking up some thoughts for our underated boy, Silver. I literally eat up any thoughts for him~

Ooh by the way, what are your thoughts on the new HSR characters? All of them are so sexy (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Remember to take enough rest, drink water, and take care of yourself okay?

Xoxo, Izuna.

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ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ AAAA IZUNAAAAAA!!!! Thank you for such a kind mail!!!! I'm sending you so many love potions in return because you deserve them and much more hehe!!! :D even though I did overwork myself a tremendous amount this week, I have finally finished all of the items on my academic schedule and now there will be no more overworking!!! I can now take a rest. (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

:O !!!! Silver thoughts!!! I will be so happy to feast on those thoughts. I love Silver even though I haven't written a lot for him yet. ^^;;; if you ever finish cooking, I would love to munch on them!! I just know they will be delicious thoughts!!!! >w<

As for the hsr characters.... SO PRETTY!!!!! DR. RATIO SHALL BE MINE (so long as I can win the 50/50)!!!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ I got back into playing hsr and now I'm slowly catching up in the main storyline!!!! Gepard is still my number one. <3 uuuwuwwaaaa he's so beloved,,,

I will definitely make sure to rest and drink plenty of water!!! Please also do the same!! Take care of yourself and enjoy the holiday seasons!!!!!! :D xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo!!!!!!!!

[yuri-is-online]

I guess I can call myself a returner of interest in Fyuuture kid au to the masses, and I'm proud of it🏅 the part with other four dorms was absolutely amazing! Thank you! And your reply to my previous message was so heartwarming. My baby boy🥹 Yuu really should beat the magical marshall with a slipper when they meet again, no one touches THE bestest boy😤

It seems like I'll have to write down my questions, cause I tend to forget them in two minutes 😔 but there's the one I remember:

It was discussed in one of the posts (Riddle!Yutu), how does Yutu look like?🤔 I thought he would bear more resemblance with Yuu, so everyone wouldn't quickly (or immediately with some fathers) make conclusions. Does he have beastmen characteristics if his dad's from Savannaclaw? Does he inherit Idia's hair? Can he transform into octopus/eel/dragon form? (In twisted wonderland, I mean, not in Yuu's homeworld. I've read that post💅🏻) Is he as tall as the twins? 🤔 imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Have a nice day/evening, take care of yourself!

You should be very proud of yourself annon I am having a lot of fun with this! The Magical Marshall's are a government organization so the image of Yuu charging a fed with a slipper gave me a laugh, but yes they should. How dare they hurt Yutu ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Hand slipped. Anyway Yutu wears a pretty big sweatshirt sweater dress type thing that obscures a lot of his facial features though I did briefly play with the idea of him wearing a sort of mask similar to an FFXIV ash mask:

The justification was that the air in the future timeline! Twisted Wonderland was so polluted by blot and Yutu was so used to breathing it he needed some magical assistance... I think I also wrote some bullshit about the mask applying a glamour to Yutu so he didn't need to wear the big sweatshirt, but I feel like the mask would be more suspicious than just some guy who wants to keep his hood up.

As for those unique features, yes. With the exception of Malleus! Yutu, all of the non human Yutus found themselves transforming into an entirely different species when they came through the mirror into Twisted Wonderland. It was an extremely painful experience, imagine having your parent basically die in your arms and the next thing you know you are turning into a giant pacific octopus on the floor of a castle in front of a bunch of people. Yutu should be rewarded for not losing his shit then and there. The beastmen Yutus needed some time to adjust to having stronger hearing and senses of smell, the merfolk Yutus basically missed the first few months of magic education getting used to their merfolk forms, and Yutu Shroud had his hair instantly set itself on fire and had a massive panic attack. The beastmen Yutus have to keep their extra features tucked underneath their hoodie, which is very frustrating for Jack! Yutu who has a lot of floof that suddenly has nowhere to go. Lilia! and Sebek! Yutu don't have any noticeable appearance differences (unless you like the thought of him having Sebek's hair color), but I do like the idea of their teeth getting sharper. I prefer to leave a lot of Yutu's appearance up to the reader, but I had a super clear picture of Riddle! and Epel! Yutu as being short, and the more I think about the merfolk... I see Floyd! Yutu as being a sort of middle ground between his parents's height and Jade! Yutu as being about as tall as his dad. Oh and Azul! Yutu is taller than his dad, he is a bulky boy.

Now. Malleus! Yutu. So dragon fae hatch from eggs that can only be created out of love and constantly need to receive magic from their loving parent. That clearly didn't happen with Yutu, so I don't think he can transform into a dragon. He is still clearly inhuman, he has Malleus's eyes and ages much more slowly than other humans, even in your world he looked really young for his age. Think of Malleus! Yutu as sort of playing by half-elf rules, he's going to be living for hundreds of years and as he gets older he will grow tiny horns and some scales around them. He is also the strongest of the Yutus magically speaking, he did get some love from his father after all.

I did have a thought of sorts about the whole egg thing... I mentioned before that I had played with the idea of giving certain Yutu's siblings, and while I am still uncertain of the others I can see Malleus! Yutu having a twin of sorts who did hatch out of an egg, who can transform into a dragon, and who would have been left behind in Twisted Wonderland. I have so many ideas I wrote a lot of them down but this au is already so complicated I don't know if I want to add her. I do really like it though...

[anzynai]

some twst tickle drabbles i wrote!!

sorry ive been inactive pls dont forget abt me 💔💔💔 i wanted to write more drabbles but there’s only three and considering they r drabbles, they r very short. pls enjoy anyway

also i wrote these three for friends mostly so ive had them for a while but just never posted. sorry😔🙏 *dies*

1. lee azul, ler floyd

“Floyd, no one else can cover your shift. You need to work it,” Azul groans, pinching the bridge between his eyes.

“I don’t want to. That’s booooring,” Floyd whines, leaning over Azul.

“Floyd, you said you— hey, w-wait!” Azul feels a poke to his side and jolts. His head whips toward the eel in shock. “F-floyd, stohohop this nohonsense..!”

“Nah, I’m good.” Floyd starts squeezing Azul’s sides, wrapping his arms around the housewarden.

“Stahahahap! J-jahade?!” Azul laughs, unable to help it, and he looks for Jade for assistance, who had been watching it all unfold the entire time.

Jade smirks sadistically and clicks his tongue. “Alas, even I cannot stop my brother when he’s like this. You’ll just have to.. wait until he’s bored.”

Until he’s bored? Floyd was as unpredictable as unpredicatable comes! Who knows when that would be?

“G-gah! Stohohop Flohohoyd!” Azul accidentally snorts around his next giggle when Floyd jabs at a particular sensitive spit and suddenly, he wants to die of shame.

“Awww,” Floyd cooes, unrelenting in his attack when Azul’s laughter becomes more intense, while Jade chuckles behind him.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

2. lee epel, ler riddle

“h-hehehey!” riddle giggled, when epel peppered his face with kisses. the blush on his face was absolutely delightful and it just made epel want to kiss him more.

“you’re amazing..” epel mumbled against his face, twitching when the fingers around his waist tightened their grip. while distracted, riddle began to lightly tickle his sides, and he rolled back, causing the bed to creak.. “gahaha!”

“it’s about time i return the favor, shall i?” riddle said, voice smug and epel didn’t resist the laughter threatening to spill from his lips.

riddle started kissing his face— from his cheeks, to his parted lips, and his forehead. epel closed an eye, feeling tingly and a bit flustered.

“this ain’t fahahair!” he giggled, riddle’s fingers dancing along his hips and tummy.

“fair?” riddle chuckled, amused, as he planted a kiss on the corner of epel’s mouth, almost teasingly.

“nohoho, y-you’re tihihickling me!” epel cried, his hands uselessly pushing at riddle’s. riddle kissed the other corner of his mouth.

“and you look really..” a pause, then a kiss to epel’s lips, longer and more meaningful than the others. epel tried to kiss him back, but it was a bit difficult while laughing. “..lovely,” riddle finished, pulling away. with it, his fingers stopped tickling him, instead rubbing his sides in a more comforting manner.

“i love you,” epel smiled, when he caught the other’s lips again.

riddle smiled at him, pulling epel closer. “i love you too.”

3. lee cater, ler trey

“hnng!” cater squealed, feeling a finger run down his spine. he immediately straightened up, flinching. he whipped his head to glare at the culprit.

“trey, that was #NOTCOOL,” cater turned around, placing his hands on his hips. trey chuckled.

“my bad, i was just curious,” trey admitted.

“curious?” cater raised a brow at that.

“if you were ticklish. you always tense up when someone touches your back.” trey shrugged nonchalantly.

“i— what?!” cater gasped, his face heating up. he put a palm to his cheek, embarrassed. “you.. noticed that?”

“of course i did,” trey chuckled again, reaching to pinch at cater’s hips. cater jumped away, embarrassed.

“i’m not ticklish!” cater blubbered out, and trey looked at him, disbelieving until a smug grin appeared on his face.

“is that so?” trey asked, coming closer. “so you wouldn’t laugh if i did this?” more calculated this time, he lightly squeezed at cater’s sides and cater froze, biting his lip.

“n-no.. way..!” cater squeaked, resisting the urge to flinch and gasp until… “ah!”

“there it is,” trey said, amused. cater squeezed his eyes shut when trey started tickling him for real after he had giggled.

“nohoho! trehehey!” cater cried, shocked. never did he once think he would get tickled by trey, but.. well, it wasn’t so bad. plus, he thought to himself, he will definitely get him back!

[student-in-nightraven]

Maybe just. Floyd being handled gently and lovingly, not because his s/o thinks he's weak but because they love him and think he deserves it? Does that give you any ideas? Feel free to delete if that's not what you want to write about but hope I was able to give you something or an idea to write about for Floyd

AGH YESS I WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT TO HIM HES JUST SO LOVEABLE and thank you for the thought dear annon this is very much appreciated <3

Shrimp and eel

Floyd always got into fights, whether it was for azul when someone broke the contract or just for fun, either way in the end he always ended up with an injury, mostly a bloody nose but did that stop him? No. No it didn't. Which is why you took it upon yourself to patch him up whenever he got injured, at first you thought he'd be annoyed but it's actually quite the opposite, when you first asked if you could patch him up his eyes lit up and nodded his head like a madman quickly sitting Infront of you, so this kinda became like a thing for you 2, everytime he'd get injured or even just sad and moody he'd come to his dear shrimp for comfort.

Giggling while you were cleaning his scratched cheek so he wouldn't get an infection, then grabbing a bandaid to put on it

"hehee~ shrimpy is really like a shrimp"

You raised your brow at him not understanding what he meant

"in the coral sea eels and shrimp have a symbiotic relationship, the shrimp cleans the eel or helps with an injury and in return eels protect shrimp~" he answered smiling at you with closed eyes, flushing at his adorableness for a second, he giggled and held your face in his hands kissing your nose smiling even wider.

Like I said he also came to you when in need of moral support, anytime he was feeling down, angry or grumpy he'd come to you and cling onto you,

" it's not fair! Azul made me work all day because him and jade had some matters to attend to! So when I didn't go to work today because I was tired he got mad at me!" Floyd whined, nuzzling into your neck as you stroked his hair listening to him and waiting for him to finish ranting so you could comfort him

" oh Floyd it's okay, I understand how annoying it must've been but you can always get back at azul with your shenanigans"

you realised from the past events that normal comforting didn't really help him, so you gave him ideas on how to fuck up the problem instead, which was very helpful. he was no longer grumpy and instead laughing and agreeing with you, he pulled his head away from you "thank you Shrimpy, I already know what to do to azul so he never does that again~" Floyd said smiling evilly (if that's even a word) then took a hold of your face and peppered it with kisses saying how happy he was that his shrimp was always there to help him out♡

The end

I loved this request SO MUCH it reminded me of that symbiotic relationship eels and shrimp have and it really is adorable, thank you dear annon🫶

[eikaprime]

You mentioned shipping agent 4 and the members of deep cut in a previous post talking about ships, so can you give us some headcannons of how those relationships could work?

Ohhhh, boy.

Let's start with the basics: 4 is the chaos agent, and Deep Cut are arguably the chaos idols. Yes, we know what team Pearl and Callie chose in Final Fest, but the entirety of Deep Cut is from the city of chaos, anarchy this, banditing that. They embody it in a way the other idols don't.

Four, at least until we got N3, was *the* Chaos agent. They had their own opinions, and they stood with them alone. Even if order was more popular, even if it set them apart from their friends, they were going for chaos, but still entirely 444% for their friends.

Which pretty much makes them perfect for nonconformist, loves their friends, always in arguments but putting them first, Shiver. Shiver's elegance and poise, so scripted on TV with the fan, would appeal to 'Who's Marie? I followed a kimono-clad person down a drain because that was intruguing' 4's sense of style and elegance. Marie's comments that 4 smells better than 3 indicate that 4 takes good care of their hygiene, and probably appearance (or at least better than some other agents do) which would appeal to Shiver. 4's detail-oriented approach to Hero Mode, finding secrets and boxes and everything (Marie comments on it!) would be just the sort of attention Shiver would enjoy... and return in spades. Shiver and 4 are a great match.

4 also likes adventure. Going out on their own, seeking excitement, helping people. Why did 4 help Marie, after discovering what was down that drain? 4 wants to be a hero, wants to be on top of things, wants to take chances and have fun... just like Big Man. Four would absolutely touch down on a deserted island with a beach ball and enough sand-castle supplies to make any child drool, and Big Man would be right there to bury 4 in the sand. They dress up as ghosts together, giggling while saying 'boo!' and fake (or sometimes real) shrieking, and after a long day, each of them would love some time to be alone to compress (part of the reason 4 moved so far away from home when they came to Inkopolis). The two of them will be heroes together, saving the world--or just each other.

Unfortunately, 4 is absolutely overlooked. The forgotten agent, they weren't featured in Splat 3 at all, and in Side Order only as a mention--a weapon, a write-up as meant to be there, a boss that is them but not quite. 4 is the agent who hasn't gotten as renowned as 3 (CAPTAIN 3), who hasn't saved the world like 8 or N3, whose altercation was smaller. Not to save the world, but to save a family member. Overlooked. Forgotten. Sometimes, feeling unloved. Four knows EXACTLY how Frye feels, and is determined to keep Frye from ever feeling that way again. And Frye, adventurous, fun-loving, wants nothing more than to take 4 on a ride on her eels, to race through the desert at midnight and flop on their backs at an oasis, panting, to point out shapes in the stars that look like each other.

So yes, I do think 4 should be shipped with Deep Cut. Why?

[thefringespod]

Happy #AudioDramaSunday dear wanderers! This was a busy week filled with many shows!

Starting off with @re-dracula which ends this week! It's been happening for a while but I love how the audio is edited with Mina is in a trance. The layering of her and dracula is spectacular

Next we had the end of Tiny Terrors 31 days of Halloween which was full of incredible stories

My favorites from the month

-Mission Log

-The Machine

-Stolen Words

-A Corrosive Marriage

-Corpse Singer

-Mannequins

-The Cairn

-The Wrong Reflection

The Fringes' very own @taytayheyhey was in an episode of @amongthestackspodcast this week! He did very unethical science along with Jamie Petronis and Shaun Pellington. All 3 of them did a fantastic job with this story and I'm still thinking about it days later

Speaking of Tay, he and @totcoc0a read some stories for a special @wakeofcorrosion episode this week! Shaun Pellington wrote some INCREDIBLE stories for this special ep, highly recommend checking it out!

There were more eels this week! @eelerschoice continues to astound at every turn (and there are many turns to be had; eels are very windy creatures) Lou Sutcliffe and Daisy McNamara have created an incredible show that you should start listening to right now

This month's Technomancy Project has once again put Elijah through the wringer. Please stop hurting my boy, he has already suffered so much. Also please stop stabbing Jason. Yes he's immortal so he'll come back but it's still rude. I continue to adore the Technomancy Project <3

@thesiltverses returned this week and I'm going to shake Faulkner into oblivion. He betrayed his only friend by his own admission yet he's still trudging forward pretending to be a prophet and for WHAT!! B Narr is destroying me with their performance of Faulkner, they're spectacular

@kingmakerpod also had a wonderful new episode this week! I love when people dunk on mediums, they deserve to be dunked on and Eisen deserves to be the one to do it

I'm still making my way through @woebegonepod and have made it through episode 84 and am going to shake Dylan woe.begone for all of the emotions he's made me feel. I have reached the other VAs and they've been phenomenal!! Jeremy Enfinger has caused me emotional damage as [redacted]

First 2 episodes of the Fringes s2 are fully edited! And I've started writing the final episode of the series this weekend which is gonna be a TIME for everyone involved :)

Episode 7 of @forgedbondspod was finished this week and got much sadder than I expected. Also got to talk character motivation with Tay and Tot which helped combat the sads

Thats all for this week! The week ahead promises more Fringes editing, more Forged Bonds writing, and more Woe.Begone

Also more stuff at day job but we're gonna pretend that day job doesn't exist

[faemytho]

snippet from a cookie run oneshot wip i started writing like two months ago. i think im getting close to finishing it <3

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"How did," Lobster said, and trailed off, their heart beating loudly in their chest. "How did you get this? The scar?"

Electric Eel blinked, raising a hand of their own to the scar in question. Their fingers brushed the dazzled skin absent-mindedly, tracing the branched electrical lines that dashed straight through the top of their eye and came out at the bottom.

"You're…" he said faintly, eyes moving down from Lobster's gaze and lingering, then moving to glance at the claw holding his face. His gaze returned to theirs a moment later. "… not supposed to ask me that."

[tiofrean]

if i may have two: Cardamom and Semper Augustus?

Of course! Thank you! <3 :D

Cardamon is something I've just started writing, actually! I've had some shit happening in my life that caused my ptsd to ramp up high, and since I know it helps to write such shit out sometimes, I decided to do just that. But, being the silverflint idiot that I am, I immediately thought of putting one of them into a situation where they would have to deal with their own mind (and have the other one help them, of course).

I have written a fic with a similar title (Cinnamon), and it seemed like a good idea to write a sequel. In the previous one, Flint is hurt and Silver takes on the nursing duties, despite his own dislike for Howell that brings his ptsd to light from time to time. I just brushed over the topic in the previous one, because it was Flint who was the focus of the fic. Now I'm shuffling it and having Silver be the one needing help (because our lovely idiot cat didn't take care of his leg, so now someone needs to help him). This time Flint volunteers and helps him through it by being supportive and respecting Silver's wishes while coaxing him on <3 Fair warning for a little bit of a more negative Howell portrayal, however, but that's not because he's a bad guy. Silver and Flint have simply been hurt by him in the process, so their feelings are different.

Snippet:

Silver was curled up at the window seat, backed up into the furthest corner of it, and it seemed that if it hadn’t been for the sturdy glass behind him, he would have climbed outside of the ship. Howell was hovering in front of him, an air of exasperation hanging around him like a dark cloud, visible in the tired grimace he was wearing. 

“Please…” John whimpered, and one look at his wild, panicked eyes was everything one needed to assess the mental state he was in. It rattled something inside James, his own memories surfacing and making his skin crawl. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” He left the door open behind him as he walked across the cabin, his stride purposeful. He had a fleeting thought of wolves and bears, but it was too brief to examine it closely, not when John was still curled up in a tight ball in a fit of blind panic. “Captain,” Howell greeted him with a long-suffering sigh, and Flint was abruptly reminded exactly why he disliked the man. He was a very competent doctor, skilled with his blades and knowledgeable in different medications… 

He was also occasionally dumb as a brick and had the sensitivity of a half-dead eel. 

Semper Augustus on the other hand... Semper Augustus is a species of Tulip (or was, I believe it's extinct now). It was the priciest one in the history of all flowers being sold around that time, and the price of one bulb was enough to buy a house at the prime of Europe's madness, if I recall correctly (it's been two years since I've started writing that, it's on hold currently).

The fic is another part of my series about Jack Sparrow/James Norrington, where they are sorta together, but trying to be inconspicuous. Jack is spiraling down into madness on voyages, and when Gibbs confronts him about it, he tells him that Augustus is dying. Thinking he's talking to ghosts or imaginary friends, Gibbs gets into a quarrel with him (he's worried, alright?), only to have Jack pull out the tulip like here. Augustus. (The tulip is an extravagant gift for his Commodore, which he knows the man will appreciate, since he had seen a painting of them hanging in Norrington's parlor. And yes, that's exactly what people were doing at that time - the tulips were so expensive people couldn't buy them, so a painting of them was cheaper, no matter how pricy it was by itself).

It's a silly little thing, awaiting my return to finish it. I've been slightly fascinated at that time with those tulips, and if I recall correctly, they were so sought out because of their coloring, which was the result of either a mutation or an infection or something. That's why they aren't around anymore :D

Snippet:

“This one looks promising,” Jack announced, looking through his spyglass, eyeing an island not far away from their current position. “Shall we… Let go the anchor?” Gibbs hesitated, frowning when the captain turned on him sharply. “Of course! What am I payin’ ye for, ye lousy scoundrels?” Jack growled. “Drop t’ anchor! Ready t’ longboat!” He shouted across the deck, and the pirates scrambled to obey, not willing to risk any further worsening of their captain’s mood. 

The truth was, ever since they had taken the Dutch ship, Jack’s disposition had been souring while he kept chasing them from one island to another, ordering them to come ashore and dig until they found some actual dirt underneath the sand. They hadn’t always been successful. Afterwards, he usually pushed his own hands into the earth, ran it through his fingers thoughtfully, before he proceeded to blow on it, sniff it and even lick it, trying to determine its quality. What for, none of them could tell, but they had collectively decided to just shut up and let him do whatever he wanted, hoping that the answer would present itself at a later date. 

Before they all went mad, preferably. 

“Is that one good, Capt’n?” Gibbs asked doubtfully, watching as Jack frowned at a lump of earth as dark as the kohl around his eyes. The captain squinted, then shook his head. “Nay,” he muttered. “It needs to be more…” He trailed off, waving his hands in the air, almost hitting Pintel on the nose. “Dirty! More like dirt! With sand!” “...sand?” The quartermaster blinked at him dumbly, then glanced at the beach surrounding them. “Aye! Sand!” And Jack wandered off, heading back to the longboat. With a sigh, the men took their shovels and followed. 

[unlucky-phantom]

Lights in the Abyss

image by: Jonah Lobe

A little piece of creative writing i did a while back

Lights in the Abyss

They had been down there for hours and hadn’t seen so much as a spec of plankton. It was as if the if all life had abandoned the inky black and ceased to exist. It was only a week back that their last expedition gave them ample data to study on their return to the surface. Bioluminescent barrelfish, a dizzying array of jellyfish and even a vampire squid that they followed for a good hour. Now…nothing.

It was freezing in the tiny submersible, despite the 3 of us being cramped inside. Moral was low and an awkward silence had fallen after, a frankly ridiculous, argument had broken out over whose fault our lack of findings was.

I glanced at the radar, not a sniff of life.

Suddenly the tin can excuse of a submersible was rocketed sideways. A deafening clatter reverberated through us. Id have covered my ears if I hadn’t have been busy trying to prevent Dr. Riches from crushing me as we were, unceremoniously, tossed about.

Then the shouting began. Dr Riches wasn’t known for his placid temper our sweet demeanour and reprimanded Susana for driving us into what we could only assume was the side of the trench.

Then the lights failed.

Silence Deafening and overwhelming fell across our trio. Only seconds later did the radar and controls blink back to life but the outside of the DSV was still a void of nothingness.

“Where's the power?” riches whispered.

“Something must have been knocked loose” Susana huffs, running her hand through messy blonde hair, now wet with a nervous sweat. “give me a few minutes” she murmurs and begins opening panels, exposing the wiring.

I glanced at the radar once again. We were nowhere near the edges of the trench so what did we hit? Or what hit us?

“Dr. Baily…check this out” my thoughts were interrupted by Dr riches calling me over to the front port hole, not taking his eyes off the glass. I clambered over to him, shooting Susana an apologetic look as my jostling caused her to drop the pliers she was holding.

At first I saw nothing, an expanse bleaker than space and just as, if not, lonelier. Then a pulse of light in the darkness. A pinprick of bioluminescence. Around its, small shole of velvet belly lantern sharks picked off small silvery fish which had been attracted to the beacon.

“Dipturus oxyrhynchus” Dr Riches mumbles in deep thought “I've never seen so many in one place, never mind shoaling together like this. It must be the light but… what's causing it?”

As if on cue a second spot of light appears, then another and another until a long winding trail of bioluminescent pinpricks appear in the water, each with their own colony of squid, eels and fish, all attracted to the lights like moths to a flame. The concerning aspect of the marvellous light show was the sheer amount of lights, the trail much larger than the submersible.

“what on earth?” Susan's voice by mine and riches shoulders causes us to jump, in our rapt curiosity we hadn’t noticed her abandon her post to squeeze in behind us to investigate the peculiar lights.

“what is that? An angler fish?” she asks

“an angler fi-have you ever actually seen an angler fish, Susana?” Dr. Riches says in exasperated disbelief “they certainly aren’t that big”

They watch as the lights seem to drift in synchronicity, moving and undulating as one. With a huff, Susana returns to her task of fixing the lights, leaving myself and dr riches, enraptured by the dazzling light show.

“Gotcha!” she shouts, triumphantly, proceeding to scare myself and riches half to death in the meanwhile, “now lets shed some light on this and find out what we're looking at.

I never understood the expression “blood runs cold” until the lights of the DSV turned on.

It was huge. Huge didn’t cover it, it was colossal. fleshy pallid skin stretched over undulating muscle and taut tendons. It was slick, covered in mucus that mixed with the water surrounding it catching unsuspecting fish in the gelatinous excretion.

Through tissue paper skin, veins and organs pulsed and pumped with sickly fevour.

Stretched across bony protrusions down the creature's back was a membrane that drifted with the underwater current, gills slowly flapping with the tide.

That wasn’t what had the three of us frozen in place. Two milky eyes, reflecting the bright lights of the DSV stared into the porthole, into my eyes, reading the very essence of my soul. It didn’t just look it watched, eyes drifting to each of us with an uncomfortable sense of…awareness. A maw encrusted with jagged needle-like teeth which protruded from all angles slowly opened and closed, tauntingly.

Susana turned the lights off “Do you think it saw us?” her voice wavered.

“We’re in a bright yellow tin can and just shone a 10,000lm beam of light into its face! No, I'm sure we went by totally unseen” Dr Riches snapped angrily but it wasn’t malice that fueled his outburst. It was pure unadulterated terror.

The sub is shaken again, violently this time, the motion not ceasing as we are tossed about, slamming into one another and the harsh metal of the hull. Susana's knee lands in my chest winding me as she's flung towards me.

“turn the lights back on!” someone yelled amidst the screaming. It might have been me. I wasn’t entirely sure at this point.

A gullet.

As the lights flickered back on struggling to illuminate the area, flickering sporadically, the only view was the inner maw of the demon we had witnessed.

The hull groans as the pressure from the jaws increases, the port hole cracks as the force becomes too much.

…

The crew on the oceanographic research vessel had been in a blind panic for the last 6 hours. The DSV had lost contact with them and each attempt to register a line of communication was met with static. The last successful attempt was met only with screaming.

[cloverthirteen]

unsorted (and spoilery) mario movie thoughts under the cut since I saw it today

first to get it out of the way: critics apparently complained about the plot being too simple and straightforward, none of the characters changed that much, too much stuff being thrown at you and too many references...it's a mario movie. this is basically what the plots of the games are. if anything these things helped the movie by making feel more like the games!

for my personal issues: first half of the film goes at an absolute breakneck pace and luigi doesn't get to do nearly enough. mario and luigi also spend way too much time apart :(

otherwise, though, THIS MOVIE IS AMAZING. it was clearly made by fans and caters directly to fans, the amount of easter eggs and references is enormous.

THE MUSIC. nearly all of it is BEAUTIFUL orchestral versions of songs from the series and it's everywhere and in the most unexpected places. underground theme in the sewers, bowser's castle theme as his fortress is approaching, super mario 3 athletic theme (I think?) when mario gets the tanooki suit, mario kart menu music in the kart garage, LUIGI'S MANSION MELODY WHEN LUIGI FIRST ENTERS BOWSER'S KINGDOM? I am kissing all of the orchestra members and composers DIRECTLY on the mouth for their work. and if we're talking about music...

DK RAP BABY!!!!! the crowd loves that guy! they even name-drop diddy kong during the scene!

there are also a few pop songs in the movie, though take on me during the introduction to the jungle kingdom is the only one that felt really out of place

the bros' path to their first job being a recreation of world 1-1 complete with a castle-like building at the end...that scene was totally there to show off but it's very neat

MARIO AND LUIGI ARE BEST BROS...mario gets to protect luigi from insults and luigi gets to say that any princess with good taste would be into mario...their relationship is the BEST and I'm so sad we didn't get to see them directly interacting more...

somehow I wasn't expecting bowser's plan being to marry peach since it was left out of the trailers...but it's hilarious seeing bowser plan it all out and they even got bowser's and peach's wedding outfits from odyssey, so it was perfect

I was a bit worried that they would lean too hard on peach being a do-anything Girlboss™ but while she's tough she's clearly got her kind side too! protecting her people is her biggest concern and it's even exploited by bowser!

bowser gets to sing a love song for peach with bisexual lighting and everything. you can tell jack black was having the time of his life

speaking of the voice cast, they all did really well! I didn't have many doubts as a whole but even chris pratt was great as mario. didn't think I'd ever write that sentence but it's true

kamek was such a proud dad to bowser despite his limited screentime. love it

I'm not sure why spike was part of the initial advertised voice cast because he's barely in the movie lol

out of all the powerups I expected to return, I was not expecting the mini mushroom and ice flower, but they were incorporated very well!

other things I didn't really expect: mario and dk having a rivalry that builds into a friendship was cute. also they straight up get swallowed by the mario 64 eel

princess peach backstory?????? at least in the movie canon she isn't from the mushroom kingdom and just arrived via warp pipe from...somewhere as a baby. also using the baby versions of peach and the bros for flashbacks is incredibly cheesy but also cute in its own way

there were surprisingly few cringeworthy or self aware jokes and no awkward overly long gags, which must be some kind of first for illumination based on what I remember

the animation was spectacular as expected. rainbow road looks fucking gorgeous and the character animation was fun to watch

no really romantic moments between mario and peach unfortunately, though we did get a lot of very nice interactions between the two overall so I hope they build on their relationship in a potential sequel

so yeah...it's good and very fun. go see it if you haven't already!!

[merakiui]

Omg Mera that Azul discord mod fic has me losing my mind. Your writing is always amazing and the direction you take stories is a fun ride. I loved the little scene of reader just being like “Wait wtf that’s CEO Azul Ashengrotto” before all the panic and fear sets in.

Personally, it wouldn’t take long for me to cave to him. Like in this economy? Kidnapped and forced to live in a penthouse and not work? Sign me up!

Aaaaa thank you for reading!!!! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ I loved writing that moment. Reader had to first realize this isn't just some guy before they could truly start panicking. I just love the idea of Reader knowing who Azul is and Azul has no idea who Reader is because, even though they work at one of his branch restaurants, he doesn't truly know all of the many employees who work at his establishments. ^^;;; it's such a clear difference in power, social status, world, and even priority. Reader just wants to survive until the next rent is due, whereas Azul is just,,,, greedy and never satisfied with what he currently has lol.

I fear I would also cave relatively quickly. But then how could one resist tako's charms? >_< it's impossible!!!!

[aaronburrdaily]

August 17, 1809

Upsala, Thursday, August 17, 1809. This is more legible but less convenient and it makes but one copy. ’Twas a bad calculation to bring only that little book. How could I forget to tell you of a new acquaintance? Yesterday Mr. Turner, who is from good nature the cicerone of all strangers, told me that there was a traveler, a Prussian, who had a great desire to see me. He was brought up and presented. A man of about 34; a very intelligent and prepossessing countenance. His name, H. Barth. More I know not, but we are to meet in Stockholm. He speaks English fluently, is very chearful,¹ and has that amiable German frankness and bonhomie² which I do so love. Couch. h. au soi.³ at 10, but having drank a dish of coffee chez le Gouverneur⁴ could not sleep. Got up and dressed and walked abroad near an hour very fast to fatigue myself. I had before walked about five miles, but all to no purpose, so set me down to read the Latin edition of the Swedish laws. About 2 got asleep. Rose at 6. To Turnberg’s at 7. Found him dressed and our coffee was immediately served, brought in by a pretty maid, with dry bread. Afterwards, bread, butter, pickled eel, and smoked salmon, both very good, with brandy and cordials. Mr. T. took no brandy; we both drank water. He offered me a copy of his “Travels” in Swedish, which I very foolishly declined. He answered with great cheerfulness my questions about Japan. I had made notes so that nothing might be forgotten. Pray read his “Travels”; they will amuse you much and then you may question me. You may believe every word he writes. You are perhaps ignorant that in Japan women are as free as in any part of Europe and I think rather more so, but I cannot now (perhaps never) commit to writing all he says. Staid two hours. We exchanged abundance of civil expressions and have agreed to keep up an intercourse after my return to America. Home at 10. You know we are to go off this morning to Sigtuna. Called on the Governor to take leave. He was under the hands of his hair-dresser but would see me. Staid a few minutes. Did not see mademoiselles les baronnes.⁵ Engaged to see him in Stockholm, where he is to be next week. On my return home found Afzelius, Jr. He proposes instead of going now to Sigtuna to make a tour to the mines of Dannemora, which suits me perfectly well. Are to set off at 3 and return to-morrow. Called on Mr. Turner who gave me a great number of pamphlets by the different professors and other matters of curiosity and information. A basket of cherries and a very pretty note from Madame Afzelius la jeu.⁶ A watchman in the steeple with an immense speaking trumpet proclaims the hour throughout the day as well as the night and immediately after the clock strikes, in a melodious tone of which not a syllable is articulated. No line from Hosack in answer to those which I wrote him on Friday last. The young etudiant,⁷ Mr. Hoxsam, came in again. He has been to the Lässesällskap i handelsman⁸ Borell, where I shall be always welcome. The newspapers, foreign and domestic, are found there. Afzelius junior has sent me two more books on the ancient laws of Sweden. One, [by] Joh. O. Stiernhöök, “De Jure Svenorum et Gothorum Vestuto.” Lib. duo., Holmiæ: 1672.⁹ Second, “Leges Svecorum, Gothorum” per Doctorem Bagwaldum Ingemvrdi, Eccle., archid. Ubsalensis, an. 1681 latinatate primum donatæ—a new edition by Johannes Massenius; Stockholm: CIↃI��CXIV.¹⁰ Third, “Ζαμολξις,” (I can’t make Greek letters as you can), Primus Getarum Legislator, etc., etc. Carolo Landio. Upsala: CIↃIↃCLXXXVII.¹¹

Si Venerem fugias frustra properabis ad arcton Hoc quoque, quis credat! climate regnat amor.¹²

1  So in the MS. 2  Good fellowship. 3  For [je me] couchai hier au soir. Retired last evening. 4  At the Governor’s. 5  The baronesses. 6  For la jeune. The young; hence the young Mrs. Afzelius. 7  For étudiant. Student. 8  Swedish. Reading-circle at the house of the merchant Borell. 9  Latin. “Concerning the Old Law of the Swedes and the Goths”; in two books; Stockholm: 1672. 10  “The Laws of the Swedes and the Goths.” First presented in Latin by Doctor Bagvaldum Ingemurdi, Ecclesiastic, Archdeacon of Upsala, in the year 1681. A new edition by Johannes Massenius; Stockholm: 1614 (An error. He must have meant to indicate 1714, or else the other date should be 1581). 11  “Zamolxis, first legislator of the Goths,” etc., etc.; by Carolus Landius, Upsala: 1687. 12  If thou wouldst flee love (Venus), in vain shalt thou hasten to the pole. In this clime, too—who would think it?—Love reigns. (Apparently Burr quotes from Ovid, but there are some suspicious features about the second verse.)

[outpost51]

3, 12, 32 for the weird questions :3c

Weird Questions for Writers

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Acquire Baja Blast and one (1) package of Hostess cupcakes. Open notion. Scream. Bang out 3k at what the fuck o’ clock am. It’s not cursed for me, it’s cursed because it’s the red-purple mist that chases you in the dark, haunts your dreams, does physical damage to you, and steals your trophy eels.

Can’t wait to publish this chapter :)

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Think words onto the page.

That’s it. Have fun being free, Mr. Genie.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Oh is this about

Do you see? […] Do you see what’s become of your sons?

I feel like this is about

Do you see? […] Do you see what’s become of your sons?

You know damn fucking well that’s the line that lives rent free in my goddamn head. I chew on it like a squeaky toy any time I want to ugly cry. It’s from Chapter 50 of Broken Mirror, by the way — if you haven’t played mass effect, you’ll still understand the plot. Read it. Wallow in it. And then come scream at @sparatus because he’s the shitty little twink (affectionate) that somehow wrote 333k of that.

[transsexualunderground]

So I got tagged in a WIP game by @lswro2-222!

"RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS." Not doin' that last bit. I don't know that many people. Anyone reading may do this if they'd care to.

Note that I'll be naming my sub-WIPS here as well, since I tend to accumulate some in a big ol' doc. Some are individual though. I'll also put current lore documents and trivia lists in here too, for sake of... uh, why not. Without further ado...

THE TTTE OC TIMELINE GETS REMADE AGAIN (CURRENT VER)

Lancaster Family Lore

Forsythia Without Nicolas / Nicolas Without Forsythia

A Verbal Description of the UHR Route

SYCORAX IN: DAY OF THE DIESELS

The Noble Art of Having a Good Grumble (mostly not WIP anymore but I love excuses to talk about it)

Next are all things under "TTTE/RWS Fanbooks / Fanbooks + Engine Canon Fanstories, Chronological "Publishing" Order." All include Forewords but I'm not counting those.

wesley book/Wesley The Show Engine [rewrite to be placed here when finished]:

Wesley’s First Impression

What It Means to be Wesley

Story Title C (Re-write of Wesley’s Rough Run)

The Plate

Forsythia the Rambunctious Engine:

Tales From Before

Arrival Troubles

A Run Along the Skarloey Railway

Tricks & Trucks

More Wesley & Forsythia:

The Little Waterfowl

[In which passengers do not refrain… from singing the damn humoresque. AKA forsythia and nicolas clown on wesley with his least favorite song ever at the time. so does thomas. idk what the moral is here]

Ice on the Rails

[Another Forsythia and Nicolas one]

The Scrapyard Engine:

Wesley And The Scrapyards [Extract Douglas]

Whatever Happens Next

A Horrible Place

A Scrapyard Finale

The Scrapyard Engine No Longer:

A Railway Beginning

A Name Fit for the Fat Controller's Railway [Extract Donald and Douglas? Switch for Bill and Ben because that’d be funny right?]

The One Where We Flesh Out The Wesley and Clara Mentor and Mentee Dynamic (establishes “…what if i don’t see you” conflict) (maybe some “I’m a bit surprised you care this much about it, too, Wesley” from Clara)

Clara Pulls the Post

[something] Engines:

Wesley and the 17 Classes (WIP)

Clara The Really Fucking Strong Engine, Jesus Christ, Man (Working Title)

James and Clara

Bertram the “Old Warrior” Engine:

Scrap Deal

Bertram and the Mines

Toby's Discovery

Shit Goes Nuts With Trucks

Heritage Railway Engines:

[Prudence One]

[Sycorax One, possible transition to both being at works and maybe also just the full story of Sycorax getting their name]

[Prudence Antics]

[More collective antics?]

More Heritage Railway Engines:

Sycorax's Masterwork

Elias the _ Engine:

Elias's Tender [Combine with Gordon and the Eel)

[To be titled. It’s a sad one.]

Elias's Return

Elias and the Eels [the one where Elias gets his eels back]

Engines After Dark

The Bitch Incident

May They Smelt

The One About Funnels and Couplings

Engines Nowadays:

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And finally, my one non-TTTE WIP...

Red Moonshine: The Uses of Blood in Alchemical Processes (and its Impacts on Vampyres)

That's all.

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Letters for the Unreachable Recipient

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x GN! Reader

Genre: Angst (it's very light)

Summary: Dreams sometimes bring out unsolicited feelings buried underneath one's heart.

What does Azul Ashengrotto do whenever these feelings resurface?

He writes them. Just like you taught him a long time ago.

A/N: *crawls out of my hiding spot* Hey guys!! OMG I'm writing my first TWST x Reader fic eeeeeeeee!

So yesterday, I woke up at 3 AM after dreaming about my long-time crush (who rejected (?) me), which gave me unwanted feelings of saudade (I love this word) all day.

Then when I was in the bathroom, "once in a moon" by Sarah Kang played and I thought: "Wow... This kinda suits Azul tho???"

And so, this fic was born.

It's been a while since I wrote something like this though, and it's my first time writing Azul so please don't come at me if I wrote him OOC here! >w<;

Other notes: Post-NRC Azul and Tweels; Reader is Yuu, and Crowley actually found you a way back home and you left :)

MASTERLIST

"Azul!"

Azul turned at the familiar voice calling out to him. His breath hitches at the sight of you, your soft smile and gaze making his heart clench.

"...I-is it really you? Are you–" Azul paused in disbelief. "Are you really here?"

Your smile grew and he watched as you slowly walked away.

"Come on, let's go!" you say, cheerfully.

"H-hey, wait!!"

Azul followed and tried to reach out to you, but to no avail; you were too fast.

Soon, his steps became faster and longer until he was running.

But no matter how much he ran, he cannot catch up. It's as if something is keeping him from getting close to you.

"Azul, come on!"

"Wait! Please...!"

Please, don't leave!

He reached out once again.

"...zul... Azul. Azul!"

Azul's eyes fluttered open. He was... in his office? He was running to reach out to you earlier, wasn't he? Where–?

"Are you awake now?"

Light blue eyes shifted towards mismatched ones.

"...Jade?" Azul's voice was laced with confusion and grogginess.

"You were talking in your sleep. Are you alright?" The eel says as he poured his boss a cup of tea.

"Oh..." Azul straightened himself, putting on his glasses when the cup was filled. "I see..."

So it was a dream.

Jade opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again after a moment.

.....

.....

"Tonight's the alumni homecoming. I thought I should remind you."

Azul's gaze went back to Jade.

"Is that so? ...It must've slipped my mind."

"Then I'm glad I brought it up. I was about to ask if you'll finally join us this time when I found you sleeping. But..." Jade paused, thinking of the next words to say. "You still need some time, yes?"

"......"

"I'll inform Floyd that we'll be heading out without you."

"Alright."

"...Azul."

He looked up to his right-hand man who was now giving him a solemn look.

"I know it's still quite difficult for you to return there. But wouldn't it be harder for you if you continue running away like this...? Stop locking yourself in the past and start living your life again. I'm sure they would say the same if they saw you like this."

He watched as the eel mer took an envelope with a familiar stamp and placed it on his desk.

"Just in case you'll change your mind," he says.

With that, Jade finally left the office, closing the door with a soft click.

Silence.

Deafening silence.

His dream of you must've really rattled him for Jade to notice. Then again, almost nothing gets past to him when he's being observant.

Adjusting his glasses, Azul sighed. "I need to sort myself out."

He opened one of his desk drawers and took out a journal.

It was in pristine condition, yet it also showed signs of age and use, with it's cover's faded color and a few cracks in it's spine.

You gifted it to him when he showed interest in journaling after you told him how it helps in organizing your thoughts when you're feeling overwhelmed.

"Now we're journal buddies!" you said while handing out the notebook to him. He remembered saying he'll return the favor soon and you giggled, much to his confusion.

He never managed to return that favor.

Shaking his head to return to reality, he flipped the journal open. Azul continued to turn it's pages until he reached the last entry.

"It's been a while since I wrote something in this," he says, tracing the date written on the page. Three years ago.

He grimaced as he caught some of what was written there.

Without a moment later, he started to write in a new page.

To my dearest Angelfish,

It's been a while since I've written to you. You must think I have already forgotten you, but I assure you I have not in the slightest, for I have dreamt of you once again.

How is it that even after all these years, my mind still recalls your face and voice so vividly? The effect you have on me truly is a mystery to me.

You really are cruel, you know? Leaving me once more in my dreams, even though that's the only place now where I can see you...

Azul let out a wistful sigh before continuing.

But enough about that. How are you? Are you taking care of yourself? I hope so. After all, you do have a terrible habit of neglecting yourself when you're working with something.

He chuckled dryly as he remembered the times when you almost pass out because you forgot to eat something while doing your homework and making sure Grim does his.

Most importantly, are you... happy there? I heard your school friends here are doing quite well in their lives, although I still have to see it for myself. Grim and the twins are doing fine too. They still enjoy causing trouble for me sometimes though. And as for me, well I...

His grip on the pen tightened as he tried to continue.

I'm doing wonderful— is what I would like to say. However, you don't like it when I keep my thoughts to myself, do you?

Dearest, would it be selfish of me if I said that I sometimes wished that you'd never found a way back to your own world?

Night Raven College is holding another one of those alumni homecoming, and to be honest, it still hurts coming back to that place filled with memories of you.

His grip on the pen was still tight and the handwriting that was impeccable in the beginning was now starting to look askew.

His vision was getting blurry with tears. He tries to blink them away.

How could I go back, knowing that you're not there once I return?

Finally, after writing that, the tears began to flow freely, and soon after, sobs echoed throughout the room. Thank goodness his office was soundproof. He doesn't have to worry about people hearing him cry.

He promised himself long before that he won't be a crybaby anymore, but at this moment, he doesn't care. Not when the heaviness of the yearning in his heart was too much to handle right now.

After a while, he finally managed to calm down enough to continue writing.

Jade says I should stop locking myself in the past and move on. You'd probably agree to that if you heard it. I know he's right but...

I'm scared, Angelfish. I'm terrified that once I do that, I'd forget you completely.

I know it's quite irrational, but can you blame me?

I miss you, my dear. Terribly so. Be well, and know that until my last breath and beyond, my heart will remain entirely yours.

Azul Ashengrotto

Satisfied with what he wrote, he put his pen down and closed the journal before putting it back to its drawer. He noticed the envelope Jade left.

He stared at it for a while before hiding it in another one of his desk drawers.

Not now, but someday, he'll be able to come back to his– your alma mater once more. After all, the memories there with you was just as special and precious to him as it was painful.

But until then, he'll rely on the journal you gave him whenever he yearns for your presence.

[merakiui]

JADEEEEEE AAAAA JADE, MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY LIFE!!!!! OTL he was so cute here... so alluring and sweet. thank you for not letting reader drown, jade!!! so very kind of you to save dear reader. <3 and in classic octavinelle fashion he must take what is owed. no debt remains unpaid. >:D

i loved his pet names for reader. "precious, little pearl" is just so wonderful. i would fold right away if he called me that. T_T he could do whatever he wants. i'm weak to such a fond name. also, the line ...but Jade was more patient than his twin, his tail swaying with anticipation along with the tide as he watched from his spot on the rocks... OMG IT'S SO CUTE!!!!! (๑>ᴗ<๑) the visual of jade almost wagging his tail to and fro as he waits for his darling to return to him, his eyes wide and anticipating, his every muscle taut as he waits for you to come back to him so he can hold you and love you and be with you... he's too adorable. my favorite puppy-eel. >w< omg and waiting for six years!!! he's so patient! :o you must reward him with yourself after he waited in misery for so long. it's only fair. :)

once again, i am eagerly eating your writing like a starved creature!!! it's a five-star meal!!! so delicious and filling and beyond scrumptious!!!! thank you for your hard work!!!

A Merfolk's Melody (Part 3)

Characters: Yan!Floyd x Reader, Yan!Jade x Reader, Yan!Azul x Reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Intro   Floyd Leech Jade Leech (You Are Here)  Azul Ashengrotto Epilogue

Synopsis: The sea always calls to those who feel lost and alone, wanting to fill the empty part of their soul until they are loved and full… and as such, it’s only fair that the strange creatures that live beneath its depths would want the same as well…

Author’s Note: Another 4-part fanfiction courtesy of @merakiui ‘s headcanon of the reader being stuck in a room/wall (I’m sorry, but I just enjoy your headcanons and they always give me these ideas) -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722393818829373440/in-addition-to-being-stuck-in-a-locked-room?source=share & https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722677892623056896/about-the-stuck-in-a-wall-trope-in-the-oceani?source=share

Here’s how it’s going to work: each character is going to get their own part following the intro. It is going to focus on the Octrio again (bc it’s my current liking, sorry guys). If you want to read a certain character’s part, feel free to jump around and select the one you’re most interested in. 

Again, as stated before, this is a work of fiction; I disagree with any and all behaviors that are represented in this story.

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During your earlier days in college, you and another of your close friends had once discussed the difference between coral and mushrooms - as there were some fungi corals that lived in the coral reefs, even though they were not classified in the fungi family. You both agreed that fungi and coral played huge parts in their own ecosystems, providing both nutrition and hiding areas for the wildlife that inhabited the area around them. Both were made up of microscopic organisms - as most plants and other wildlife are - but while one shot spores, the other grew polyps on top of each other over time. 

Your friend had asked if you knew if there was a coral reef back in your childhood home - to which you responded that you weren’t sure. You had been told by someone once long ago that beyond the crashing waves of the sea outside of your family’s cabin that there were coral structures the size of Burj Khalifa - the world’s tallest building - and a few that were wider than the Aerium - the world’s widest building. Imagining the depth and how big the ocean was already a monstrous task as it is, but the knowledge that some coral was as large and as wide as two of the world’s biggest buildings was mind-blowing.

Now, a few years later as you dipped beneath the surface as the waves pulled you further into its depths, an amazing sight greeted you.

Colorful coral of all shapes, sizes, and types spread before you - elkhorn coral, fungia and pocillopora corals spread along the ocean floor as pillar and staghorn coral reached for the sky. Sun coral and sea anemones waved with the current of the tide while bubble corals and zoanthids peered out from dark crevices. The colors of neon in pink, green, teal, orange, and yellow shifted together with the darkness of the water here and there, making everything seem like a blacklight room from one of the city’s downtown clubs.

But the coral and plants weren't the only thing colorful within the dark waters.

Bright colorful fish of all shapes and sizes surrounded you from all angles - clownfish peered out from behind the sea anemone as the occasional blue or yellow tang fish passed between the coral walls alongside lionfish and butterfly fish while nudibranch slugs crept along the edges with starfish as seahorses perched among the organ pipe corals and the carnation corals. You saw banded pipefish hidden in the crevices between rock and coral while moon jelly swam out to deeper waters, their nearly opaque bodies hiding their forms in the shifting waters that crashed against the waves. Manta rays swam close to the bottom of the hidden paradise, one occasionally coming up to you and brushing along the side as your light-weight tank top fluttered in the water around you, the feeling of soft smooth skin coated in a slick film surprisingly pleasant.

The colors of the deep dazzled you - pulling you into deeper waters as you held your breath for as long as you could before your lungs would force you to the surface, gasping out deep breaths as you floated above the surface world for a few moments before diving back down to stay for as long as you could in the peaceful paradise that existed beneath the waves, amazed by everything that surrounds you. You swam along the coral beds, fingers grazing over the pieces of coral polyps as you passed - as beautiful as the structures were, you could never break a piece off. The same person from your past had warned of doing such things as a child - breaking off pieces of coral can take years to grow back, and if they are broken off consistently, the coral eventually dies. Seeing the bright beautiful healthy green coloring of the coral beneath you reminded you of that memory - a smile tugging on your lips as you dived deeper. 

Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize you had swam as deep as you did until you felt your lungs struggling to hold your breath until your sides ached. You had traveled between some coral beds and were now surrounded completely by it, the coral twisting around you like thorns on a rose bush and every time you would attempt to get through, the coral would dig into your skin - cuts forming along your arms, face, and legs. 

You looked around desperately - but there appeared to be no way out.

“Poor child…” you heard a voice then, something soft and sickly sweet that tickled your eardrum, “Poor sweet child…”

Your head turned in the direction of said voice, seeing nothing in the darkness. Fear ran along your spine as you did your best to keep calm, the anxiety eating away at you as you struggled to think of a way out as well as struggled to keep yourself from falling into exhaustion from losing oxygen.

A shadow shifted then as a pair of heterochromia eyes - one brown, one gold - peered out at you from the darkness beneath you. You watched as a figure appeared before you, their form coming into the light that shone in between the coral that surrounded you.

The figure was that of a very large creature that was half man and half fish - the pale sunlight reflecting off of his pale teal skin that was the color of sea water; his tail was long, making him approximately six or seven feet in length, and swayed with the water as he propelled himself toward you, slowly and filled with caution while his hands - which you thought may have been webbed - clenched at his sides, the claws digging into the flesh of his palms. His facial features appeared strong and sharp, eyes clear and calculating, as his lips spread in what appeared to be a friendly smile that was anything but; his dark hair - nearly the same color of his body - framed the strong features, though one long strand - nearly the color of deep seaweed green - fell over his left eye as the golden hue began to glow the closer he came to you. 

It was then that you realized you were looking at a mer - a moray mer, to be exact.

Moray eels were known to attack when provoked, but the mers were known to hunt anything that trespassed into their territory - watching from the darkness before striking unexpectedly. You had heard stories about them when you were a child - the locals believing that they typically traveled in pairs, meaning that there was likely a secondary one close by and you had to tread carefully now that one of them had found you.

The mer only smiled, teeth sharper than a shark’s gleaming in the darkness as his body began to glow; the large teal stripes that lined his hips, arms, and face began to glow in the darkness, his left gold eye nearly turning yellow as he gazed upon you.

“You seem to have a very serious problem,” the mer spoke, his voice sounding like sweet honey dripping down from a hive on a hot summer day, “... There might be something I can do to help you.”

You were beginning to slowly lose consciousness, the edges of your vision fading into darkness as you struggled to stay awake - to stay aware. The mer seemed to sense this as he drifted even closer, slipping through the water like a water snake as he stopped in front of you, looking down as his smirk grew wider. The moray mer’s features were now mere inches from your face, his webbed hands closing in to cup your face in between his palms before he pulled your face up to look at him, your body slowly becoming numb as your eyes drifted closed - the oxygen nearly out.

Something soft and surprisingly warm pressed against your lips before a sudden rush of air filled your lungs. 

Your chest heaved as your eyes snapped open to see the mer pressing his lips to yours, pulling the water out and breathing for the both of you as the gills behind his finned ears fluttered with the current. You pressed your hands against his chest, trying and failing to push him away before one hand moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his other hand tangled into your hair, keeping your head still as he pressed his lips harder against yours - no longer breathing for you, but kissing you. You felt his long tail curl around your legs, keeping you trapped within his hold.

When he pulled away, his pupils had dilated; hunger reflecting within them.

“I saved your life, little pearl,” he whispered, “and now… I will take something from you as payment.”

You struggled, wanting nothing more to do with the mer that now wrapped completely around you.

However, the moray pulled you down into the depths of the coral enclosure, pressing the front of your against a large stone with one hand on your shoulders and the other holding your hands together above your head. You held your newfound breath between your lips before cool lips pressed against the nape of your neck, drawing the skin into the mer’s mouth as he lapped and sucked on it like a newborn babe. You shuddered with every lap of his tongue and whimpered with every nip that you barely registered his hands releasing you before something dug on either side of your neck, deep enough to draw blood.

You cried out, bubbles escaping from your lips before the mer pressed his lips against yours again, breathing for you as he turned you to face him - webbed hands and claws creating small cuts in the fabric of your cotton capris before the fabric was removed along with your bottoms. You threw your head back as one thumb rubbed circles against your entrance - a musty-sweet odor slipping into the salty waters around you before something fleshy and hot pressed against it. You mewled as the mer flicked over your entrance, slipping one, then two fingers within - thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace as the glowing on his body increased, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered softly, one hand reaching out and clasping onto his dark hair, his eyes closing and humming against you as a fire began to build in your thighs and lower belly - threatening to consume you as your body twitched with want.

As he worked you over and over, you shuddered and groaned, arching your back away from the stone as your muscles clenched. He pulled away after a few moments, the loss of contact making your body grasp at nothing. You whimpered in need before something long, thick, and rigid rub between your legs.

“Ah… mine,” the moray mer sighed as he bared his teeth at you in a mocking grin, grabbing a hold of your ankles and pushing them into your chest as he leaned against you, moving his hips and rubbing himself against you, “Mine… my precious little pearl… Do you know what you’ve done to me?”

You can only quiver in response as he leans close, his nose nearly touching yours as his length continues to tease you, making your insides squirm with anticipation.

“How long I’ve waited for you, little pearl,” he brushes his nose against yours, his voice soft and sugary-sweet, “I’ve waited over six years… six years for you to come back to me. And now that you’re here… I can never let you go.”

Then, you feel him thrust hard and fast inside you, pushing your stomach into your throat as a silent cry leaves your mouth. The mer is merciless against you, pressing you hard into the stone beneath you and keeping a firm grip on your ankles as he pounds into you, each thrust making the precious air that still exists within you leave in the form of tiny bubbles from your mouth and nose. 

He presses his lips to yours again as his eyes close, breathing for the both of you again before pulling away to lavish at your neck, his tongue flicking over the scratches he made as you feel something rise up and down from your skin. Both of your chests heave together, the pounding of your hearts argue in your rib cages as he presses his lips against yours, no longer breathing as his thrusts become more urgent. He releases his grip on your ankles and hauls you up by your waist, moving your position around so you may settle onto his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his hips as he presses deeper into your core.

The change caused you to gasp again, feeling him practically nudge into your stomach. The mer slows, allowing to adjust to this new position as he kisses your features - your forehead, your nose, eyelids, brows, cheeks, and lips - as if he is completely worshiping you.

“Sweet, precious little pearl…” he whispers, snapping his hips in urgency against you after a few moments, “Let me lay you… keep them safe for me, for us…”

You whimper softly, a name long forgotten now bubbling forward, “J-Jade…”

Jade lets out a low growl in response, thrusting hard and fast against you, “That’s r-right, little pearl… my precious (Y/N)...”

You let out a cry as your entrance grips onto Jade’s member, the muscles in your lower body spamming wildly as something thick and heavy slips between your legs.

Jade presses his forehead in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, his breath caressing your skin, billowing the tank top you’re still wearing, gasping, “...not enough, little pearl. Not enough, yet…”

***

Jade has carried you to his corner of the shadows, curled beside you as you laid on his bed of seaweed surrounded by coral. His hand cups your cheek and follows the curve of your cheekbones before pressing another kiss to your lips and resting his forehead against yours. 

It had been years since he had last seen you - the two of you plus his twin had been thick as thieves, frolicing along the shore lines and had taught you to swim. He had gathered many pieces of coral during that time and presented them to you when you all met up each and every day - the giggles that slipped past your lips making him smile with pride and puffed out his chest like a seagull. Eventually though, those days of spending time with one another along the shores became fewer and fewer. 

Floyd had moved on, now more interested in antagonizing Azul verses waiting on the rocky shoreline for you to come out to play - but Jade was more patient than his twin, his tail swaying with anticipation along with the tide as he watched from his spot on the rocks, his heterochromia eyes never straying from the shoreline. Eventually, his patience thinned to the thickness of a thread, going to Azul to test out his latest potion that would allow him to take on the form of a human for an hour. He headed into the village, searching high and low for your family. One of the village members had been kind enough to explain that your family had moved to the nearest city where you had been accepted into college.

Jade felt his heart break. There was no way he could follow you - and even if he did, how would he find you?

Azul noticed his sour mood upon his return, the typical Jade he knew would never lounge on the rocks among the coral like his brother did unless something happened. Jade had stayed silent about what he had heard on the surface above - merely going through his life day by day as the heartache festered and grew within, making him irritable - once snapping at Floyd which made the younger of the two surprised. It didn’t take long after that incident that Jade decided to move away to another part of the coral city, hiding within the darkness of the crevices as thoughts of you consumed him day and night.

He was about ready to give up on himself when you came swimming back into his life - quite literally. 

Jade tucked his head under your chin, arms wrapping around your waist as he hummed. Tomorrow, he would go to Azul to find a potion to make you more like him… even threaten the octomer with becoming fish bait if he refused.

But, for now… Jade was content to have you in his arms, back in his life. His precious little pearl…