#it was like trying to get something that didnt exist

[starlinggirll]

hi girll … ever thought of mermaid!reader and pirate!art?

SIRENS — D. ART

AUTHORS NOTE – im not sure if this falls in the siren territory? i took inspiration from wakanda forever, the talokanil tribe and the mermaids of pirates of the caribbean! i wrote too much for this to just be a blurb...hope you like it!

art was exhausted.

he's been on a ship for days now, completely against his will. his dad was the captain, and he had dragged art along the journey of catching...something, since it was art's "time to turn into a man".

he didnt know what that meant exactly.

have a stench?

grow a beard that looks like a nest?

he already had the body. he was fit, quite a catch back in town.

but whatever his father meant? he didnt want it. he wanted to stay home with his mom and help her around, keep her company, something his father didn't.

but most importantly, he wanted to keep himself clean. sure he had scruff, but he didnt look filthy. he didnt smell. he wasnt like his father.

it was night by now, another day of finding nothing. not that he knew what his father and the others were looking for, he didn't want to tell art. he didn't think fish would take such a long journey to find.

his eyes scan the sea, its dark and quiet like usual. he sighs, sitting up and tilting his head to watch the other pirates near the edge of the boat.

"do you really think a kiss from a mermaid grants you the ability of breathing underwater?"

"eh. perhaps, wouldn't want to stick around to find out tho. heard they're pretty spicy."

"spicy or not. they sure are a sight for sore eyes."

rolls his eyes at the words of the men. he has heard the stories of beautiful mermaids, beings that enchant everyone who come across them. but not everyone lives to tell the stories of such beings. the only ones who lived to their stories, come back wounded, minutes away from meeting their impending doom.

the tales always have the same plot tho; beautiful mermaids who enchant men, flirt with them, make them feel loved, and right before they kiss... they're pulled into sea, the only thing left of them is a corpse that's washed into shore days later. limbs missing, ribs half eaten.

but he doesn't believe such stories.

they're just that; stories made up by drunk men that dont get laid by their wives anymore. and the corpses? merchants killing eachother for their own greed.

one thing is for sure tho, whoever brings a scale, head, anything that shows proof of a mermaids existence, will win such a prize that has all pirates in town boarding their ships. maybe that's what his father is looking for.

the boat stirrs, he finds no interest in figuring out why, the current is a bit rough at nights after all. but its the loud shouts of his father's crew that makes him perk up.

"bring out the nets!" he hears his father shout, following by loud shushing. he approaches the man that's near the edge of the boat.

he has never seen a man so entranced before. and the cause of it? a beautiful woman, her hair slick with water, eyes so alluring he swears he feels himself start to fall for it.

"aye!" another pirate grabs the man and pulls him away from the edge. "control yourself. are you seriously about to get fooled?" "what about it?" the man resumes his position back on the edge. "seriously?"

he walks closer, only to stop once he hears the waves hitting the boat in a rough manner. that's when he sees it, dark heads poking out the sea, and the few faces he sees are beautiful women; just like the tales say.

"father?" he mumbles, only to be greeted with a grumble. "i said," his father clears his throat, his tone much more commanding. "bring out the nets!"

"art. go be useful and try to cath one of them." he frowns at his fathers words, but he doesn't get the chance to speak before he sees the same man on the edge fall over. that triggers one of the pirates to strike that same mermaid. and before he knows it men are flying across the ship and into the water, squeals and splashing sounds filling the air.

"for fucks sake.." his father grumbles, grabbing art by the collar. "do not get out, ya hear me?" "wait wait father-!" his dad throws him into a room in the ship, keeping him safe from the outside. he's man enough to admit he's pretty scared, he catches a glimpse of one of the mermaids teeth while they were attacking, that and the sound of men screaming for their lives has him panicking.

minutes go by and it turns silent, he hears his father and other pirates. and in seconds they burst in the room with a mermaid in it. "no way, you actually caught one?" he says, wincing slightly as one the pirates throw you onto the table, you look so helpless. squirming and squealing inside the nets. "not without a fight." his father responds, nodding towards one of the pirates who has half of his face scratched up.

he leans in, fully taking your beauty in. your big eyes, skin wet, hair being the only thing covering your breasts, the colorful gradients your tail turns into. but also how your scales start to fade as the moisture of the sea leaves your water.

"what are you going to do with her?" art mumbles, ripping his eyes off you to look at his fathers. "dont know yet. she's worth a fortune if she's untouched tho," his father says, dismissing the men out of the room. his eyes linger on art before he pats his shoulder roughly. "try to get words out of her, aye? there are more mermaids out there."

and with that, he walks away, leaving you alone with art. he looks at you, watching your curled up form, your arms covering your breasts, you look like a baby with the way you try to shrink into yourself. "oh, um." he frowns, grabbing a blanket from the couch and gently draping it over your shoulders.

"im going to...uh," he nods towards the couch. your eyebrows furrow, eyes flickering from him to the couch. "okay, just trust me." its a stupid thing to say since his father did catch you.

he wraps his arms around you, hoisting you up. you immediately start squirming. "okay okay calm down." he says, settling you down on the couch. "see? just moving you somewhere more comfortable."

"what's your name?" he inquires gently, kneeling down infront of you. his actions only makes you curl up more into yourself, half of your face buried into the blanket. "okay." he sighs once he realizes you wont respond. "my name is art." he smiles, trying to seem as kind as possible. "and you?" he tries again, watching the way your eyes flicker all over his face.

you tell him your name. your accent is thick as if envelopes was a foreign language for you. which he guesses makes sense. his eyes gloss over you, he should be turned on, right? or atleast that's what the stories of your kind gave him the impression he should feel like, but he doesn't.

if anything, he feels bad. you look so scared, like a kitten in a dark alleyway. and it doesn't help he's the son of the man that catched you. "i see," he hums, standing up straight. the position you're in right now makes him want to protect you. "you should go to sleep, we wont get home until another few hours."

he goes to the other side of the room to gather blankets, gently laying them on the couch to make you a bed. your eyes follow his every movement. he seems manly, but also kind. different from all the men you encountered, and he also hasn't tried to touch you inappropriately. "you will stay?" you whisper, looking up at him.

your big glossy eyes cause his heart to skip a beat. "yeah, i'll stay." he smiles, using a spare blanket to lay it on the floor. "see? ill stay by your side." he lays down on the floor, giving you a weak thumbs up.

you simply stare down at him before laying down. the blankets cocooning you. you close you eyes, heart beating so fast you swear you feel the room shake in rythm. his eyes stay on your face for long moments before he closes them, letting out a sigh. "goodnight."

he doesn't know what tomorrow will bring him, but one thing is for sure; he's hooked. ofcourse he is, he's a mere man. but you not full on killing him gives him hope? or atleast lets him entertain the idea of getting to know you better.

[chrome-barkz-aac]

Hi! I volunteer in scouting UK with kids aged 6-8, 8-10 and 10-14. (three different sections)

One of my personal focuses has been working on the disability badges with them. As part of this we talked about different ways to communicate, and I tried to explain AACs to them. The trouble is I have a feeling I made it too complicated for them to understand.

Would you have any recommendations on how to explain this to these age groups?

I want to make sure they will grow up learning to respect disabled people. Like many places, there is so much ignorance about disabilities and I just want to make a difference to them and the people they will meet as they grow.

ok first of all, thats really cool (and sounds like fun) work that you're doing!

i actually haven't explained my AAC to young children before, but i have been told that i have a knack for explaining complex topics in biology in simple ways so i will do my absolute best.

(side note: if anyone here has experience explaining AAC to kids, i would totally love to hear it, what worked or didn't work, etc.)

maybe brainstorm with the kids about a solution to not being able to talk - like let them 'invent' the concept of AAC themselves. i used to do that false problem - solution thing when tutoring chemistry before i lost my voice and it helped people stay engaged and think creatively about stuff. (despite what anyone says, creativity is absolutely necessary for STEM)

chances are, theyre going to come up with a LOT of different solutions. i would put emphasis on that a lot of these already exist as no/low tech AAC - like writing, sign language*.

i wouldn't try to explain the difference between low/no/high tech AAC, rather that there is technology that helps some people to speak, if youre introducing high tech. something as simple as "you press a button and the machine says what you want it to say"

i think the biggest thing to drive home is that however someone communicates is deserving of respect, but i figure yall are already doing that with the disability badge lolz.

back in elementary school we had a series of days in p.e. where they would model different disabilities by making a simple activity harder to do (e.g. the one i really remember was having to tie shoes with gardening gloves on to mimic dyspraxia - obvs they didnt tell us what dyspraxia was - and i remember it because i likely have some form of difficulty with motor skills myself and i started crying because i couldnt do it with the gloves even though everyone else could - albeit with difficulty)

the point of the exercises was to foster compassion for people who move and act in ways that we might not understand on the get go.

so on that note maybe a quick activity where you have to tell someone something REALLY important but you can't speak. so you have to use gestures, writing, anything like that. maybe make a fake low tech aac board for them to use - nothing beats needing to communicate and not knowing where your words are. (obvs im not saying to stress your scouts out on purpose)

this was a really fun question to answer tbh! i hope something good happens to you today!

chrome

*caveat - sign language isn't a type of AAC on its own, as it is its own language with a culture, but it is commonly used as a supplement to AAC.

[emails-i-cant-send]

I just wanna see the eras tour live in concert

[xxplastic-cubexx]

every day i think of xmen evolution wanda and everyday i wonder if- while she does have the fake happy memories with magneto- how does she actually FEEL about him when he's brought up or she thinks about him

is there just this underlying anger/rage but she cant ever place why so she ignores it ....... does she just feel numb ....

[marinaandthefeminists]

Ok so I went to a local bar on live music night and blah blah blah, go to local bars with live music events bc you'll meet really cool artists and cheer loudly for their original songs bc you'll totally make their week if not their month,. It was so nice hearing the guys set change from covers to originals. Also he gave me a sticker.

[brains-out-rn]

I don't like debating much(unless necessary for the sake of my own humanity) but sometimes it can be really Really fun specifically if it's about something that has absolutely no real weight to it(and yet if you were a spectator it might cause some concern for whatever reason)

for example: would you rather be threatened(physically mentally or emotionally take your pick) by a can of corn or a cob of corn?

Me personally I'd pick cob for a few reasons

1. I can outlast it(probably)

Fresh corn will eventually rot and decay but have you seen how long canned stuff can last unopened before it looks slightly different from new stuff??

2. Cans are made of metal not vegetable flesh

While a corn cob has its core that's not metal. Ever dropped a can? Might get a dent. If you have a good kick then you might survive but you will probably hurt your foot. Ever dropped corn? If it had it outer leaves and hair it might have stood a chance but if it didn't then bits of corn go everywhere

3. Actually fighting if needed

I feel like I could survive a fight with a sentient can but a sentient cob just seems less likely to hurt

However there are some things might change my decision

Like issue one which is how the corn moves because if the cob is fresh with hair and leaves and can move all the little hairs individually and can move the leaves then I'd probably choose the can because at that point I feel like it's less of "how would i survive with the least amount of bruising" and more of "how would I rather die but with a chance of surviving" and in my opinion i think blunt force trauma would be better then a slow death of strangulation via a sentient corns hair plus I do think I'd have a chance against a can of corn

Another issue is if it was mentally or emotionally I'd probably go with the can bc I feel like it would be easier for to rationalize it as ridiculous to be threatened by a can of corn then a cob for some reason

Like a cob is ridiculous to the point that I'd just accept it as making sense for that to happen?

a can is like "why am I listening to the can of corn. I literally own a can opener." But a cob is more like "if I were to try and deal with you in the traditional way of dealing with corn that would mean a pot and water and time and-"

Plus idk why but I feel like a cob would be less mean with its words. I can't explain it I just think cob would just go straight to physical threats instead of emotional ones but a can would stare at you menacingly making you question yourself and just judging you

[red-dyed-sarumane]

spending money on gacha games is bad for a lot of reasons but all of that aside ur either on a very deep level of denial or around the wrong social group if ur going "well i spent money on a gacha game but not for the gacha part so it doesnt count" brother u spent the money the company doesnt care which aspect ur spending it on its still a gacha game and u just said u spent the money That Counts As Spending Money On A Gacha Game

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[problematicfactive]

Hi! You can always request some specific positivity on @multiplicity-positivity if the post we made doesn’t suit your tastes. We are NOT trying to exclude anyone or make anyone feel unwelcome with our posts. You are always more than welcome to make your own request.

Funny considering that the entire reason -this- blog exists is because that one only writes positivity for factives who source separate or are distressed by their own identity. I did request specific positivity on your blog. Twice. Both times I was directed to the same old blog post that was super heavily focused on problematic factives that just like hate themselves of something. And not just me, I get asks all the time from people talking about how you seem willing to make decent positivity for every group, but our positivity has to be rooted in self loathing.

Like I really don't mean to seem rude, but what kind of sense does telling me "you're more than likely to request your own" make when you know you direct everyone who mentions a problematic factive back to the same old post that descends into a clear bias for problematic factives that need to source separate for their own mental health.

It is incredibly ironic to only ever mention problematic factives that need or want to source separate, ignore multiple requests of positive for problematic factives that enjoy who they are and don't want it can't have that separation, and then turn around and talk about problematic introjects who love themselves and don't separate are valid.

Your problematic factives post mentions a couple of types, wonderful! It then goes into only shouting out negative experience, I can not explain enough how much it feels like "shoutout to problematic factives but only if they hate themselves because what happened in source was so bad that you can't just love yourself" and it is incredibly frustrating because we're told told by the people around us who pretend to be accepting that the only way we can be accepted isn't changing our names and our interest is and cutting source off completely and if we can't do that it's a hurl of insults. Positivity should be a place to get away from that, not have these stereotypes affirmed.

There's a reason I chose that blog post to reblog as incredibly frustrating as it was considering that it is meant to be for introjects but it *begins* with fictive specific positivity meaning readers will likely have fictive on the mind for the next post and has nothing for factives despite the fact that people do continue to request good factive positivity from you. The reason was because even though that blog was clearly not catered to us at all and there was not a sliver thrown in our direction, it was *all* we've been able to get from you. The best positivity we get from you is the one where you can't even give us a little nod.

This has been a problem on my mind for a long, long time. Go back and look at the difference between your two posts. One of them gives some neutral shout outs (if you are this, if you are that. Nothing attached to that, just if this fact applies) and then straight into the negatives (if you're going to therapy to not be yourself anymore). The other starts with a neutral but has SO many positives, while still giving some attention to the introjects that source separate.

There is such a CLEAR difference in how you handled these things. I'm allowed to point that out. I'm allowed to tell my followers that this post clearly either wasn't made with us in mind or didn't want to mention us specifically for whatever reason, but it's better for many us then the one made specifically for us.

I mean like. If you hadn't made a post for problematic factives I can get where my actions would have been pretty uncalled for, I could just ask. But I did ask. I asked twice, people in my inbox asked, and from what I understand, nothing that was beneficial to me or my askers was ever posted. Nothing that was as accepting and warm feeling at the blog post I reposted was posted. And idk what you think about that but I think that gives me the right to seem upset.

Introjects post

Factives post

[bmpmp3]

genbu ai has been found dead in miami.

[queenerdloser]

i'm not trying to be mean but if you're not american and you have no idea how the american voting system works, maybe just shut the fuck up about the 2024 election. thanks.

[alchemiclee]

i've been having bad luck with pulls in my games lately. I guess I used up all my luck with e6s1 imbibitor lunae that didn't cost me anything but all my luck it seems 😅

[boypussydilf]

dont think about betty on her own thinking about how she gave up so much in her life and so much she wanted to do and so much of her own independent identity to follow simon and do what he wanted to do. oh god dont think about simon telling betty he wants her by his side and she cancels her trip to stay with him and when he spins her around he leaves her standing just one step beneath him. but in the theoretical reality where he goes with her they stay on the same level the entire time. and who knows what would’ve happened. but it didn’t happen and they’ll never get to know. no changing it. betty doesn’t regret anything. they made their own choices. and don’t think about simon having this realization that changes everything way, way too late, with absolutely nothing left to do about it but just. know. and keep going. and don’t think about that being how it ends. they never see each other again. Yeah it’s too late I’m crying so much

[aethergate]

i have too many vanitas headcannons that i just have rattle around in my head

[the-kipsabian]

hey

dont talk shit about other peoples tattoos or ridicule them for getting whatever on their bodies just cause they wanted to. not your body, not your decision or place to comment

thats all

[4giorno]

on day 5 artemy and daniil go to the bar at noon and talk at each other like this