#jade: surfing

[livsoulsecrets]

Some of my favorite photos of brazilians with their medals 🥇🥈🥉

*couldn’t include everyone so picked my favorite photos

[the-travelling-witch]

Hi hi holly! Hehe Can we hear more about Carmilla? (and if you’ve decided on who her potential partner is 👀)

hi tato!! omg ofc you can!! where do i even start though… probably by saying this is going to be messy ^^; i may have a lot of thoughts but that doesn’t mean that any of them are connected or possible to translate into words jshshs

first of all, i put a little thought into her name that i think sums up her vibe pretty well. carmilla sounds a lot like camilla (harmless little plant, also good for calming down) but it’s actually taken from the vampire carmilla (dangerous, seductive, draining people’s energy yk like her unique magic). her last name comes from the hawthorn tree (but with an e tagged on for aesthetics), which are also called fairy trees and i think the magical, whimsical and mischievous vibe of fairies is exactly what i want her to be ^^

she wasn’t actually twisted from a disney character at first but i’ve went and kinda assigned her the will-o-wisps from brave, which would also fit the fairy/fox fires i’ve described floating around her before; i haven’t settled on a definitive incantation for her unique magic yet but it’ll be sth along the lines of “I’m your light in the darkness, you’ll follow me blindly. If you take, you must give. Share the Love.” or at least that’s my last draft of a spell jshhsh

since she’s not a beastman but a fae, i was thinking that she gains an additional tail with every 100 years she’s lived like a kitsune (though she would always just show one anyway). i was thinking that she’s close to 200, kinda like malleus, and would get a third tail “soon”.

as for the partner i’ve picked for her, he has not changed since the last time we spoke (or well, i rambled). he shares her partially teal colour palette, he schemes and plots, he is… jade leech!!

dramatics is what they would want

my reasoning is still pretty much the same as it has been when i first thought of it. for one, jade is one of my faves, so putting him in more hcs is always a win in my books. but also, he’s mature and confident enough to handle a relationship with an idol who flirts her way into many hearts (that unique magic has to be fuelled somehow) without taking it personally. sure he might activate the fake pout for sympathy afterwards but both of them know he’s just being funny. also i just want to see what these two would get up to (sorry azul, sorry nrc)

i’ve already rambled about how i can see carmilla visiting mostro lounge after a concert. it’s already past closing time and jade is the only one still there, wiping down the counter and the glasses behind the bar. she’d slip onto one of the bar stools, watching with a smile as he’s already making her favourite drink, asking if everything went well (he can already tell by the way she’s basically glowing with her unique magic). they continue their small talk until they go to bed… how fortunate that jade always happens to be the one closing up when carmilla has a performance~

(yes floyd is used to it but if azul or jamil ask about where carmilla has been, neither of three know anything about it)

also, as an idol, carmilla is quite used to being involved in rumours and fortunately jade seems to find them amusing instead of getting bothered by them

i can see them chilling in bed, watching a movie or being on their phones after spending the day together as she happens across a headline trying to pin her in a dating scandal

carmilla, on her phone, snuggled up against jade: hey did you know i was spotted in a restaurant i’ve never been to with a male idol this evening?

jade, fake gasping: to think that you would cheat on the mostro lounge like this, dear, i’m very hurt

carmilla, wiping a fake tear: i’m so sorry, i just can’t help myself

your honour, i just think they’d be fun together. also going hiking with jade would be great for her to clear her head and get away from it all while still exercising <3

(+ she was born in a briar valley forest, she probably knows some whacky mushrooms and plants she can tell him about)

[stonesandswords]

i love you baby

and if it’s quite alright

i need you baby, to warm these lonely nights

moodboards: nate x jade

[muraenide]

He sighs at all the people losing their minds over his brother's chest. It should've been obvious that denial would only spur Floyd on to stick his chest out more often and rub it into everyone's faces. At least Jade finds the entire thing quite amusing to watch.

[doo-wop-city]

Neon Lights 2: North Wildwood

There are so many neon signs around Wildwood that make the island aglow and illuminate the night skyline in the summertime. These photos were taken on Saturday, August 24th, 1968. (…Or, was that 2024?) We concluded our previous entry on John F. Kennedy Boulevard. in North WIldwood. Turning west on 4th Avenue, we encounter the beautiful Jade East, whose neon sign has a decidely oriental…

[thebrothel]

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NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL | NIGHTWALKSJOEL |

take it

Night walks Joel x f!reader, 2.3k by the man himself

18+ drugs and smut. Ty @beefrobeefcal and ty for the old asks etc that got his wheels turning @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @xdaddysprincessxx @noxturnalnymph

Joel is being an idiot. It's not like him to keep his distance, but he's obsessed with you, so you don't have to worry about there being someone else. And you def don't have to move on and get a hot Australian surf instructor (even if he's kinda cool, even if it could mean Joel ravishes you in public in a grand romantic gesture while the surfer watches).

The longer you go without Joel's touch, the more you think about his cock. Your body begs for it. Every time you sleep, you have wild wet dreams about him, but it's not enough. You need the real thing.

One night, you're taking a walk by yourself, and your legs slow down when you get to Joel's house. It feels like something else is moving your legs for you, like in that Wallace and Gromit movie, The Wrong Trousers. Except, instead of an evil penguin in control, it's the ghost of Joel's cock inside you. The ghost of his big hands on your ass, pulling you closer. 

Like a zombie for his cock, you trudge across his yard and don't even knock on his open door, which is propped open to get fresh air while he works out. You walk right in. Joel is lifting extremely heavy weights in short gym shorts. He's bench pressing, and the bulge in his shorts could not be more enticing. 

He has earbuds in and he doesn't hear you come in right away.The top half of the bench is at a slight incline, and if his eyes were open he'd see you, but you're free to ogle as long as you want undetected. 

In his jade green shorts, you can see the shape of cock and balls. He continues lifting, grunting with each lift, especially the last one. When he's finished his set, he lies there on the bench catching his breath. 

You approach from behind and creep closer to the bench. When re-racks the weight, you zip tie his hands to it. His reaction is delayed. He looks at his hands before looking around and seeing you – You've walked around front to face him. 

As looks at you, the alarm on his face turns into relief, then horny affection. He's happy to see you.  

He nods slowly, “Alright.” He raises his eyebrows at you then checks you out.

 "God damn, pumpkin.” 

“Where the hell have you been?” you ask. 

Like a dog trying to scratch an itch, he tilts his head to rub his ear against his shoulder in effort to remove an earbud. 

You take the earbuds out for him.

”thanks,” he mumbles

You stand straddling the bench and place your hands on the bar near his hands, waiting for him to explain.

The metal bench press bar is at the perfect location for this situation at all times, even if it's not ideal for racking the weight. It only makes him buffer to arrange his gym equipment this way.  His upper body is inclined enough to have a good look at you, and the bar is between you but you could duck under it without trouble.

“Well?” you ask. 

“What?” he stupidly responds. “Couldn’t hear ya…” 

“Where the hell have you been?” you repeat. 

There’s a flash of something complicated behind his eyes as if there's more to the situation. Then he puts on that smug, overconfident look and chuckles to himself.  “Couldn't even go a whole week, could ya?" 

“Asshole,” you respond. “You did this on purpose, got me addicted… now I can’t help myself.” 

He nods down toward his lap. “You gonna sit down or what?” 

You slowly lower yourself until your crotch meets his warm bulge, making him grunt and you gasp.

“There ya go,” he murmurs. You glare at him then abruptly but reluctantly lift yourself off him. 

“Relax, baby.” He tilts his head to display a joint behind his ear. You take it and put it in your mouth. It’s damp and salty from his sweaty hair.

“YOU relax,” you mumble, then light the joint.

His eyes dazzle with affection and he looks at your mouth holding his joint. You pinch it out and put it behind your own ear while the smoke cools in your mouth.

Then you grab his jaw, then  bring your face close, and the side of your nose rests against his as you open your mouth and release the smoke. He begins to draw in the smoke, then you gently lower yourself onto his hard-on again and he inhales too quickly, then turns his head and chokes. “Fuck,” he coughs. 

You stand up and step back.

You pull up your tank top over your beautiful tits and circle your nipples with your fingers. 

“Mmm,” he hums. “C’mere.” 

You shake your head no. 

He smiles with half his mouth. “Okay,” he concedes. 

You keep an eye on his crotch and watch his arousal grow as he watches you strip. When you take off the tank top, you come hover over the bench again and rest your tits on the metal bar and tease your nipples over the metal until they’re painfully erect. 

Joel lifts his hips and the erection in his shorts brushes you. You move away and scold him, “Naughty boy.” 

He groans. 

You run your hands over yourself and slowly move your hips, watching his eyes scan your body, trying to will your sweatpants off. 

“Oh, you were made for this, baby,” he purrs as you give him a slow dance, only letting yourself lightly brush against him. “You’re in the wrong damn business,” he says, then adds “whatever the hell you’re in school for.” 

You continue to tease him, groping yourself and your tits, then you slide your hand down the front of his pants and he says, “oh yeah…..can’t teach this at community college.” 

You rub yourself, watching his chest heave. You pull your hand out of your pants and spread your fingers apart to show him how wet you are.

“Fuck,” he murmurs and his nose twitches. You bring your fingers to his nose then pull them away and he manages a resentful smirk. 

“What do you say?” you ask. 

"Bring'em here."

“What do you say, Joel?” 

“Be a good girl and gimme a taste.” 

You shake your head no. 

“Please,” he adds with a roll of his eyes. 

You offer him a lick and he sucks your fingers into his mouth as far as they’ll go. Licks them clean.

His teeth rake your fingers as you withdraw them from his mouth. 

“That’s my bad girl,” he murmurs. “Gunnin’ for a spankin’, ain’t ya?” he cocks his eyebrows. “C’mon, cut these things off,” he pulls at his hands. 

“A spanking?” you ask, and stand up again. “Is that what I need?” 

You hook your thumbs into your sweat pants and slowly tug them down, one side at a time.

You turn around so your ass is facing him. You move your hips seductively, and when you pull the pants down under your ass, he moans, “Fuck,” and you look back at him with a raise of your eyebrows. 

“Oh, you’re a bad, bad girl,” he says. ”Damn right you need a spanking.” 

You slap your own ass right on cue. 

“God damn,” he responds. 

You take off the pants altogether and stay with your ass facing him again.

You begin to touch yourself again, one hand on your breast, looking over your shoulder.

“C’mere, baby,” he begs. 

You slide your fingers all the way down your slippery slit, bending forward and tilting your hips -- popping out your pussy as you spread your lips for him. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs, sweating. “Hell yeah.” 

You plunge a finger into yourself.

“Come and get it, baby,” he urges. “Get what ya came for.” 

You withdraw your hand and twist half around to grope your breast as you look  him up and down and assess the damage. Oh, he’s wrecked. His hips move, the tent in his shorts begging to escape, straining the seams of his short athletic shorts.  His breath is heavy. 

You bite your lip.

“You need a lot more than a spanking,” he says, and his eyes darken. 

“What do I need?” you ask innocently as you fully face him again. You slowly step over his lap, and with the lightest touch, you use three fingers to nudge his cock through his pants, first from one side, then the other. 

Inspecting his erection. 

“Mm,” you hum as if considering whether you want it. Then you slide your hand down and cup his balls. 

“Fffuuuuuck,” he groans. He breathes vocally as though finishing another set of weights. 

You lightly run your hand over the stretched fabric of the shorts, up his aching shaft again. A spot of precum seeping through almost makes you drool. You wet your lips. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, “s’all yours, pumpkin.” 

You look up at his face for half a second. 

“All yours, every inch,” he promises with a nod. 

You back up and squat down to put your face at cock level. Through his shorts, you lick the spot of precum, making him moan. You suck him through the fabric and his lips lift.

“Fuck, pumpkin.”

You look up at him with a devilish smile in your eyes.

“I know ya want these hands in your hair while ya do that,” he taunts, displaying his hands as best he can. 

You waiver for a moment, then strengthen your resolve. You lick through the fabric along his balls, and your nose nudges his stiff cock. He curses and grunts and each sound makes you gush and twitch.

He watches your face carefully as you appear to give into your desires. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, “take what ya came for.” 

Your eyes glaze over and your fingers curl under the soaked sweatband of his shorts.

“Yeah,” he quietly encourages. 

You pull the waistband down under his cock and he grunts as it springs free. 

“Good girl,” he pants just above a whisper. “‘S’all yours,” he repeats, keeping you in the zone, making sure the spell doesn't break.

Straddling him, with both your hands on the bar, you glide your wet pussy along his stiff cock. It's excruciating for both of you, with your loins aching to be joined again. 

“Take it,” he whispers. 

You reach down to notch him perfectly in your dripping hole. 

“Attagirl,” he whispers. "Take it."

You sink down on him with a whimper, and your skin erupts in goosebumps. 

His low moan is enough to make you twitch around his length, and he takes a deep ragged breath trying not to cum. 

You ride him slow, one hand on your tit, moaning as you roll your hips and fuck yourself on the best dick you've ever had.

“God I love this cock “ you gush. “Gooodddd, I love it.”

“Yeah, take it, baby,” he says. “FUCK you're hot…”

Having him inside you like this – big and hard and perfectly hugged by your insides – it's like breathing after being starved for oxygen. 

“Feel so good, baby,” he pants.

“Fuck,” you whine.

Nothing feels better. How can you ever go without it again?

You ride him at a perfect rhythm, salivating to kiss him but more concerned about milking his cock.

“Yeah, that's right,” he encourages as you fuck him. “Take this cock.”

“oh, god,” you moan. “You know what I'm here for?”

“hell yeah, baby,” he says. "You know it's yours."

“Not just your cock,” you say breathily.

“No?” He asks with barely any interest. Feels too good inside you to care.

“I wanna drain your balls,” you tell him.

He groans in response, and his cock twitches.

“Wanna make you my baby daddy,” you say. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. He's sweating. Veins bulge in his temple and neck. “always knew that's what ya wanted.”

You slow down even more. “Wanna be so full of your cum,” you pant. “Just fill me up, again and again.”

“Oh, God, yeah,” he pants. 

“Fill me up, daddy,” you softly command. "Fill me up."

He groans and begins to blow his load. His hot seed pumps into you so powerfully that it gives you a long hard orgasm far better than you've had in your wet dreams of him.

“Yeah,” he moans weakly. “Drain’em.... drain’em pumpkin.”

With his cock fully seated inside, you grind against him as you both finish coming. 

"God damn."

-

Your skin is hot, and you're in a daze. His cheeks are pink and his pupils are blown out. 

“C’mere,” he whispers. 

You duck under the bar to hug him, resting your tits and stomach against his sweaty, muscular chest and core. He's still ziptied to the bar, so he can't hug you back. But he kisses your head. 

You rest there and feel his breathing as his cock softens in your cunt. 

“Ain't empty yet,” he says. “Cut these off, baby.”

You look up at him. 

“fuck ya so hard you'll see god,” he promises. 

“I’m counting on it," you answer.

You'll need a knife from the kitchen to cut those. You let his cock out and carefully get off him from the side, ducking under his arm.

“Are you hungry?” You ask as you walk over to his kitchenette.

“What?”

“I'm starving.”

You grab his wallet off the counter, then take a Domino’s magnet off the fridge.  “What kinda pizza do you want?” you ask. 

He looks at his wrists, still ziptied. “Pumpkin-”

“Meat lovers,” You conclude. 

He watches you order, and thinks - A hot chick like you draining his balls and feeding him pizza?

He'll remind you who's in charge later. Meanwhile, life could be worse.

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Love you, beefro!!! 🖤

[click4rainy]

Part of your World//Mk1 Kast x Merperson!Reader (Mermay Special)

👽:This took TOO LONG OMGGG. I put my whole mermussy into this. Enjoy 🧜🏼‍♀️🧜🏼‍♂️🧜🏼

❌: NOT proof read.

🖇️:The whole roster (attempted I’m sorry if I missed someone…) x reader

⚠️: SFW/Fluffy/Silly head canons/little imagines and scenarios for you Tehehe.

🐉 Liu Kang

★ Liu Kang was just meditating near a hidden coastal temple when a divine presence overwhelmed his senses. Immediately he was drawn to it. And with that, encountered you—basking on a rock, singing softly. You mistook him for a sea spirit at first, which amused him quite a bit.

★ His initial reaction was reverent—most definitely intrigued. Liu Kang sees beauty in all life forms, and you are no exception. Your aura attracts him, he finds it serene and ethereal. He greeted you as an equal, not a curiosity.

★ Your worlds are so different, it took him several months to ensure your connection was genuine and not born of novelty. Making it official after month four.

★ He made you a necklace with a pretty jade charm wrapped in golden wire. Wrapping it around your neck one night (during a full moon because he’s sentimental like that) He simply declared “From now on, until the stars fall from the sky, I am yours.” You gladly accepted.

★ It’s been over a year since then. He warms the shallow waters you dwell occasionally for when you’re cold, and you bring him pearls. Lots of them. He’s kept every single one in a pouch on his hip. (It’s getting a bit heavy)

★ While you teach him sea songs, he tells you celestial stories. (He has many, many many celestial stories…) Sometimes, he’ll show you human calligraphy on flat stones as well. You enjoy and appreciate the effort.

★ You’ll rest your tail on his lap while he meditates.

★ sometimes he’ll play with your hair, most times it’s you playing with his.

★ Floating together beneath the stars, Liu holds your hand beneath the waves. “Did you know your eyes reflect the moonlight better than the ocean?” He whispers. You flick water in his face, flushed and gills flaring. “You literally glow.” You softly giggle.

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🪷 Kung Lao

★ While skinny dipping (against better judgment) he saw you lounging nearby. He caught your eye, (duh) and you teased him without mercy. He scrambled out of the water—flustered and beyond enchanted while his hands flew to his crotch.

★ Of course after his initial shock—he pulled up his boxers (dampened immediately by his lack of grace) and flirted like no tomorrow. It was…charming in a dumb human-man kind of way.

★ It took only three months to make things official between the two of you. Impulsive yes, but no less sincere.

★ He carved a token out of his own hats metal lining—a small crescent moon charm. (He has a chip in his hat as an every day reminder of you.) Offering it to you as a keepsake, you chirped and trilled with excitement. That was sentimental to you.

★ A year and a half later, and you two are still going strong! He teaches you dumb surface slang while you teach him how to whistle underwater. (Turns out, it’s nearly impossible for humans to do so)

★ Kung Lao is the type to get all giddy and excited when he holds his breath long enough to surprise you. (You are overly impressed every time.)

★ He brings you fruits from the surface, and sometimes even these things called dumplings. He insists that he’s teaching you the ‘epitome of land culture’. You take in every word, fascinated.

★ you’ll braid hand made seashell beads into his hair with his head in your lap. (He falls asleep more than half the time and wakes up with sun kissed skin. Sometimes sunburn…)

★ One evening while attempting to impress you, Kung Lao tried to surf on some makeshift board of tree bark, immediately wiping out into the water below.

★ You laughed so hard you snorted, watching as he resurfaced—sputtering, but grinning stupidly. “I meant to do that, by the way.” He says standing up triumphantly in the knee deep water. You shook your head, rolling your eyes while swimming a few circles around him lazily. “Mhmm, of course, very smooth.”

•••

⚡️Raiden

★ Raiden had encountered you during a lightning storm over a coastal temple while on a solo mission. Seeing a shimmer in the waters, he followed the light—only to find you tangled in a net….

★ Looking at you, Raiden was shocked, in awe—and also a little nervous. He didn’t believe merfolk were real, and now here you were—literally thanking him as he cut the net loose. Right after, you vanished with a smile, leaving him stunned and longing. He couldn’t stop thinking about you since that moment.

★ One week turned into three months. Then six. The recurring visits built a tight bond between the two of you.

★ And before he knew it, you had ‘claimed’ him with a kiss and a nip to his lips. Gifting him a strand of kelp with your magic woven through it, tying it around his wrist. He’s been wearing it for two years now.

★ He teaches you about agriculture and harvest festivals, occasionally bringing plums or pears for you. You tell him about sea rituals and even teach him a prayer to say before entering the ocean out of ‘respect for the tides’

★ He hums the melodies you taught him when he is stressed and away from you. And you often find yourself relating him to the color blue. Especially the one that shows when exploring the coral reefs—when the sun hits the water just right. Pretty and deep.

★ Tonight, Raiden stands ankle deep in the water, bowing slightly, extending his hand to hand you a gift, you giggle, and instead of taking the bundle immediately, you swam closer, reaching and and managing to poke his nose while he bowed, a small zap sparking between you.

★ Raiden’s eyes shoot open and he flushes, stumbling back, he laughs. Boyish and genuine, making you light up. Finally taking the gift, you tilt your head, teasing him. “You’re adorable when flustered.” He simply looked away, trying to will his blush away. “Yes, yes—please open your gift now…”

•••

🎬 Johnny Cage

★ He was filming a water based action movie and almost drowned trying to impress the damn crew. You saved him and instantly became the ‘mysterious sea beauty’. The tabloids never shut up about it.

★ Johnny was is complete disbelief—before snapping into an immediate desperation for your number. (You have no number…)

★ After about two weeks of hilarious, failed date attempts—you began actually enjoying his company.

★ It was official within one month. He had set up a sushi picnic on the sand for the two of you. It was cute for the first few minutes until the wind blew sand all over the food…(it was the thought that flattered you.)

★ Ten months passed since then. And he’s built a floating dock retreat just to be near you. Occasionally filming you when you’re simply floating on your back or lazily laying on your stomach with your tail behind you, fins soaking in the sun.

★ He brags about you constantly. Definitely trying to make a movie based off your love story.

★ You help him rehearse lines with exaggerated mimicry, teasing him and his people’s way of ‘entertainment’ but you are fascinated by it nonetheless.

★ Johnny has custom waterproof jewelry made for you. One of them being a charm bracelet with gold plated mini sunglasses.

★ Bursting through the surface, gasping. He huffed out with a grin “forty two seconds! C’mon! Personal best right there!” You just laugh, emerging with him. “Quite impressive…just don’t drown trying to rehearse lines below surface, okay…?”

★ “okay—okay—I hear you. No drowning for the drama.” You flick water at him, hiding your smile under the water.

•••

🗡️ Kenshi Takahashi

★ Kenshi met you while tracking a lost artifact near a coastal village. He had just begun to understand Sento, and was meditating near the ocean to focus. He heard a splash, which had been you, watching, curious, lying on the sand with your chin propped in your hand.

★ He was intrigued, not afraid. His life had been full of war and loss, so meeting a mythical being that radiated serenity was jarring—but comforting.

★ Though he can’t see you, he often remarks about feeling your presence.

★ “You know, I’m aware of your gaze…” He simply said out. You froze, flushed, and replied “Simply curious about the blind swordsman meditating near my waters…”

★ He often said your company felt like sunlight reflecting on calm water. And that made you feel a little attached…your kindness eventually chipped away at his guarded exterior.

★ Roughly six months passed and the two of you had built trust. You had helped him express his emotional vulnerabilities. He made you feel protected in a spiritual sense. Even when parted.

★ Every visit, every shared silence, every gentle touch over the days sealed something permanent between you.

★ Resting near your ocean grotto one afternoon, Kenshi reached out and brushed a lock of wet hair from your face. He whispered that “even in darkness, you’re the brightest thing I’ve known in years.”

★ You cupped his face and gently pulled him into a salt tinted kiss. Afterward, he simply stayed rather than his usual departure. That was the first night he had fallen asleep on the rocks with you. Curled up in each other’s damp warmth.

★ one year later and he still likes to polish seashells into small charms and present them to you with intense sincerity. You accept every single one.

★ Definitely trains by the shore so you can continue to be fascinated by your ‘blind swordsman’

★ you’ve made him a coral beaded necklace. He wears it proudly and threatens Johnny any time he tries to tease him about it.

★ The moon was just beginning to rise, and you were resting on a rock near a bonfire Kenshi had built. He’s quietly cooking you fish, and you’re humming something ancient and slow. Something that tugs at his heart every time.

★ “You’re doing that thing again,” he says.

★ “What thing…?”

★ “Sounding like I don’t deserve you.”

★ You flushed and traced your fingertip into the wet sand, drawing a nervous little swirl. He simply chuckles, rare and soft. Walking over, kneeling and reaching for your hand. You guide it to your heart.

★ “You do.” You whisper bashfully, letting him plant a kiss to your palm, cradling your hand like it was made of starlight.

•••

🔥 Kuai Liang

★ Kuai Liang stumbled upon you while tracking a cultist through a misty coastal forest. It was near a hidden inlet. He found the enemy there, left him limping away, before he shot his head around to scan the water…

★ He heard something—someone…and followed the soft humming. That’s when he found you, sunbathing on a rock in the early morning light. You startled him, yet he hadn’t tried to flee, or attack.

★ You smiled, tilting your head before lifting your hand to wave at him. Greeting him softly. He was wary of that. Immediately assuming you were a sea spirit or siren trying to lure him to his death.

★ However, he sensed no malice after staring at you for a moment longer. And despite his natural reserve, he lowered his guard. Slightly.

★ your ethereal presence unnerved him. But your calm nature and the way your energy chipped away at his doubt made him fold eventually.

★ It took seven months for Kuai Liang to understand he had fallen in love with you.

★ and when he told you, kneeling at the shore with a jade stone in hand, you took it. Seeing that as the link between the two of you. Five months had passed since then. You’ve know each other a year. But those Five months? They’ve been filled with affection, whispered nothings. Promises of forever and more.

★ He braids your hair, kissing your temple while doing so.

★ Trains near your cove and always makes sure you’re close. He’s clingy but in denial about it.

★ You’re lounging, humming with your tail half in the water and upper body sprawled on the sand. Kuai was meditating at the edge of the water near you. One hand in the water as to feel your presence.

★ Suddenly—a burst of warm water splashes over him, and there you are, smirking and trying not to giggle.

★ “You’re playful today” he sighed, not quite annoyed though.

★ “And you’re too serious.” You reply, flicking water again.

★ He grunts and calmly stands. “Do not tempt me.” He simply warns.

★ “Or what?” You smirk.

★ Instead of answering, he steps into the water, then very calmly…dunks you. A playful battle in the water ensues, until you’re both tangled up, flushed and cackling.

•••

🌫️ Tomas

★ You met each other during a storm.

★Tomas had been sent on a recon mission to a remote coastal region when a freak storm had knocked his ship off course. He barely made it to the rocky shore, coughing up seawater, his powers flickering, smoke pluming from him faintly like he was a crash dummy gone successful

★ You found him on the sand. And at first, you thought he was a dying sky dweller. That was until he groaned and muttered, “Kuai Liang’s gonna be livid…” then, he tried to sit up.

★ You dragged him away from the rising tide with strong arms and whispered “You shouldn’t be here…”

★ When his vision cleared and he saw your shimmering tail and sea glass eyes, he blinked slowly.

★ “Am I dreaming…?”

★ You smiled. “Only if you think this is the afterlife.”

★ Tomas is kind at heart, so while confused, he wasn’t frightened when first meeting you. He was in awe.

★ You healed him with salt and sea herbs, and he stared at your webbed hands like they were performing magic. He wanted to understand you badly….not out of duty, no. But out of honest curiosity.

★ Your relationship happened gradually. About a month and you were comfortable with each other in a way that was special.

★ You’d talk at the edge of the tide, or while he stood on the rocks as you floated just beneath the surface.

★ You would ask about the world beyond the sea. And he would query if you believed in fate.

★ He started bringing you all sorts of thoughtful things. A small book of poetry he attempted to seal with wax in order for it to stay safe from the salt water. (It was iffy. Smudged by the third week. Still, he would perfect a ‘water proof’ book for you eventually.)

★ He brought you a bit of woven cloth that smelled of fire and pine. A charm made of Smokey quartz.

★ One night, after nearly losing losing him in a skirmish with an enemy, you cried into the waves. Uncertain if he’d come back. You were frightened.

★ When he returned, battered and bruised—but still standing, he just knelt and whispered “everything’s okay, I’m here.”

★ You were overwhelmed. With all of the emotions. And kissed him that night under the moonlight. And the ocean, the chaotic spirit she was, had stilled for once.

★ Tomas made it official the next evening with his own worn ring. A simple silver band he had on a string around his neck for years. (It was too small to fit any of his fingers.) It was something from his past. He gave it to you.

★ you gave him a braided cord of pearls and woven kelp that tightened with a spell only you knew. “So you’ll always find your way back to me.”

★ He hadn’t taken it off since.

★ You two have been together nearly two years now. Long enough to know each others silences. Long enough that you know when you’re both looking at the moon despite the occasional distance.

★ Light was creeping across the rocks as you surfaced tonight. He’s already there, sitting cross legged with a hooded like cloak wrapped around him. Smoke coiling lazily around him, as if he were relaxed but eager. Simply just waiting for you.

★ You him softly to announce yourself, and he looks up with that cute smile of his. “I brought something.” He says, holding out a carved bit of driftwood shaped like a whale.

★ Your eyes lit up, and you softly laughed. “Did you carve this yourself…?” You asked genuinely.

★ He shrugs. “I’m not just smoke and knives, you know.”

★ You lean forward, and kiss his knuckles. “You’re my favorite.”

★ Tomas flushed, and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in close. There’s salt in your hair, soot on his fingertips, and nothing between you but the sea, the sky and the bond that was unbreakable.

•••

⚙️ Cyrax

★ Cyrax was scouting near an abandoned fortress—investigating strange energy readings—when she found you injured in a rock pool after a storm. You couldn’t get back to sea due to your injured tail. Instead of alerting the Lin Kuei, she carefully patched you up, made a fire to warm you and stayed until the tides rose.

★ When first seeing you, she was stunned. Witnessing something so beautiful and mythical—in such a vulnerable state—made some emotions stir in her chest.

★ She felt protective, fascinated, and definitely overwhelmed. Especially with how gentle your energy was compared to her usual kombat world. She tried to act professional, but her voice always softened when speaking to you.

★ Two weeks and her curiosity won out over protocol.

★ She kept returning under the guise of ‘monitoring activity’ but always brought food, tools, and stories. She became your unofficial guardian, and one day you asked, “Do you come here for duty or for me…?”

★ The silence told you everything

★ When she had shown her face for the first time, revealing a beautiful—fleshy face—you fell in love even deeper. (Yes you were in love with the suit before you found out it was a person inside the suit.).

★ More visits led to deeper conversations. And the two of you bonded. She asked you if it was mad that she wanted to ‘woo’ a merperson.

★ You said ‘absolutely.’ But still indulged.

★ One time she confessed that “I’d rather spend time with you than return to base” (whatever that was.) You expressed that you wished she could stay forever.

★ She kissed you while you were still dripping in seawater.

★ six months and counting. She’s the best thing that has ever happened in your entire fishy little existence.

★ records and analyzes your singing. Calling it ‘data that warms the suit’s circuits’ right…

★ You create little ritual exchanges—she brings you salvaged gadgets from sunken ships, and you wrap her wrist with sea woven threads that remind her of you every time she looks at it.

★ You love to rest on her lap, her hand gently stroking your hair/face as she softly recounts tedious training her grandmaster puts her through.

★ Swimming lazily around her as she kneels in a coastal rock, watching the stars reflecting above, she reaches down and says “My scanners read that your heart rate rises in close proximity to me.” You nod, giggling while pulling her closer to the edge so you can nuzzle into her neck.

★ “It’s a joyous reaction, i promise.”

•••

❄️ Bi-Han

★ You were captured.

★ The Lin Kuei had detected an unidentified energy signature beneath the northern coastal waters—strange, shifting, ancient. Bi-Han insisted that he investigate himself. Hence your kidnapping. That was your first impression of the notorious assassin known as Sub-Zero.

★ You woke up in a containment tank, disoriented, your tail pressed against the reinforced glass. And there he was—standing outside the pod, arms folded, watching you with unreadable eyes.

★ “I hadn’t expected something so…human.” He muttered.

★ You bared your teeth, brow furrowed in irritation. “I didn’t expect something so cold.”

★ He smirked. Just a little. And that was the first crack in the ice.

★ Being analytical, skeptical, and deeply guarded, Bi-Han assumed you were a threat—until you started speaking that is. (Mans didn’t give you the time to speak when he first saw you before capturing your scaled ass—but we digress)

★ When you refused to give up your oceans secrets despite being held in a Lin Kuei facility, he was both frustrated and impressed.

★ He interrogated you personally. Every day. Not with cruelty, but with intense, simmering silence. You’d ask him why he kept coming back.

★ “I—perhaps because you are not afraid of me…” he answered gruffly. That was when you knew something between you had shifted.

★ At first he kept you hidden under the pretense of ‘strategic value’ but really? He was drawn to you. You challenged him. Your warmth made him uneasy—but addicted.

★ It took months. Eight long months for him to admit to himself that he was falling for a mythical creature. And when you were released (unofficially , of course), he met you at the ice shore, where the water was slushed and freezing. Sheets of ice water blanketing your fins. You told him that you would leave. (With absolute zero intention of actually doing so)

★ He grabbed your wrist, not harshly, but firm. “Do not…” he trailed off, his eyes flicking to your lips. And then, without asking, without permission, without hesitation…he kissed you. His silent way of saying ‘you’re mine now’

★ He had given you a shard of glacial obsidian with a wunjo rune carved into it. “To mark what is bound,” He had said.

★ You returned with a string of tiny abalone beads, cool to the touch, you fastened it around his neck while he sat near the shore one evening, eyes closed, listening to the waves.

★ He opened his eyes, grumbling out “I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me like this.” You simply replied with “Then perhaps you’ve been cold for too long.”

★ It’s been a little over a year since then. He’d never admit that. But proved he remembered when he gifted you a blade to strap to your hip. “Simply for protection. You live in the ocean, do you not?”

★ If anyone asks, he says “It’s irrelevant.” You know better. He keeps your gifts tucked away in a hidden compartment in his bedroom.

★ The moon was reflecting off the freezing shore like usual, you emerged from the black waters. Droplets rolling down your neck. He’s already there, arms folded, watching you with that familiar, unreadable intensity.

★ “You’re late.” He says.

★ You shrug. “You’re always early.”

★ He steps forward, and drapes his cloak over your shoulders before you can protest. “The sea isn’t warm enough…” he murmurs, and you lean in closer, pressing your fingers to his chest. “And do you plan to do anything about it, cyromancer?”

★ He cups your chin, tilting your face up. “I plan to keep you from going back beneath these waters long enough to make you wish you had legs.”

★ You gasp, pushing him away playfully and clutching the cloak around yourself tighter, not caring if you were soaking the lower half of it with salt water.

•••

🔧 Sektor

★ You were swimming near the surface, just off the rocky coast of a secluded island, drawn by strange lights under the water. You had seen tech before—sunken boats, weapons lost in the ocean—but this was different. Surfacing, with a cautious air to yourself, you observed from behind a rock.

★ Only for her to suddenly appear in the shoreline, half armored, glowing red eyes scanning the surf. She didn’t flinch when she caught a glimpse of your shimmering tail—only tilted her head.

★ “Unidentified entity,” She had said flatly, which made your heart stop. “Organic, but non threatening.” You blinked, confused but unafraid. She was most terrifying—yes. But beautiful in a sharp, almost untouchable kind of way.

★ Sektor was running a solo surveillance mission. She expected rebel interference, not a mythical sea creature. Analyzing your lack of aggression, she recalibrated her approach.

★ So, instead of reporting you, she kept your presence off the logs. You fascinated her—your physiology, your persistence in staying in close proximity with her, your effortless grace beneath the water.

★ She told herself it was simply curiosity. But something about your laughter when you teased her about being ‘half toaster’ made her chest tighten in a way she couldn’t quite identify.

★ It took three months of tentative meetings. At first, she scanned you constantly—literally. All the time. Eventually she stopped using her tech as a barrier.

★ You began meeting more frequently, at sunrise or moonlight, when the beach was empty.

★ One night, she surprised you by removing her armor plating and stepping into the shallows. That night she simply told you,

★ “I’ve stopped recording all encounters.”

★ You asked why, and she said “Because I want them all to be mine.”

★ That was when you kissed her, of course.

★ She forged you a bracelet made of melted down scrap and titanium, etched with binary code. It translated simply to ‘Yours’

★ One year and two months later, (she tracks the exact time, you count it in moon cycles) and you two are still deeply devoted to one another.

★ The tide is rising, and the stars are blinking into view. You surface quietly, scanning for her—and there she is, standing at the waters edge, silhouette sharp against the moonlight. She’s removed her helmet again—only for you, eyes softening at your presence.

★ You smile and flick your tail, splashing her. “You’re early.”

★ “I rerouted my mission schedule.” She steps into the surf without hesitation, water lapping at her thighs. “I estimated a 93% chance you’d surface tonight.”

★ “And the other 7%?”

★ She touches your face gently, rolling her eyes as if the answer were obvious. “I would have waited anyway.”

•••

👅 Mileena

★ You were a legend in Outworld. Spoken of in whispered tones by sailors and coastal travelers. A guardian of the deep, a creature of prophecy, possibly a trick of the moonlight.

★ Mileena was more than intrigued upon hearing of you. Though, you were a mere story. Not true. Right? One night, she stood at the edge of the royal cliffside during a diplomatic retreat and saw you breach the water, a shimmer of moonlit scales and sleek muscle. Your eyes were glowing softly in the dark, and instinctively she drew out her sai. Of course you were real….

★ You tilted your head. “Empress of Outworld…do you always greet strangers with weapons….?”

★ She laughed—actually laughed. “Only the ones worth fearing, dear.”

★ You disappeared before the guards saw you. But she never forgot the glint in your gaze. Hauntingly beautiful.

★ Mileena is not quick to trust—especially with her throne constantly under threat. But something about you…it was alluring.

★ You didn’t flinch when you saw her teeth. You didn’t bow, or grovel, or ask her for favors. You simply listened. Watched. Teased her.

★ She found herself slipping away from court during the night, under the excuse of ‘meditation’, but really, she just wanted to see you again.

★ “Should I be worried…?” Tanya once asked.

★ “Yes.” Mileena whisperer. “But not for the reason you think.”

★ It took longer than you anticipated for her to reciprocate your feelings. Five long months of moonlit conversations, exchanged gifts and stolen touches. She held herself back—not out of disinterest. No. But simply because she was afraid….

★ afraid of what love could look like for someone like her.

★ One night, after you saved her from an assassination attempt by capsizing the boat she was lured onto, she held your face in trembling hands and said, “You would risk war for me?”

★ “I’d drown empires if it meant you’d be safe.”

★ She kissed you then—fiercely, hungrily, with a desperation born of years of isolation.

★ She had announced you publicly within the next week. Simply holding her chin high as she regarded the court. “They are my partner—first citizen—if you will…” she said. “Their kingdom is the sea. Respect it—or feed it.”

★ She had a throne carved of magenta reef rock, polished and perfect. For when you did have the occasional shift from tail to legs. (Yes you can dwell land willingly)

★ You had collected two decently sized telescope seashells and sharpened them to a perfect point. Using some abandoned netting as twine, you weaved a glove of deadly finger knives for her. She used them often when sparring.

★ Three years later and you’re still her ever willing shadow in political rooms when summoned. Her warmth when the Tarkat eats at her inner peace. Her anchor when the throne tests her patience. She’s undoubtedly your storm. And you her calming tide.

★ She definitely gives you royal baths. Insisting you join her in the palace’s vast bath chambers—private lagoons filled with perfumed water and warm stones. She strokes your gills, you wash her hair. It’s your safe space within each other.

★ You create ‘sea veils’—which are like thin layers of woven water magic shaped into gifts. She wears them during your guys’ bathing time.

★ You give her bite training. Yeah—bite training. To help her have better grip of her tarkat side. She’ll ask you to tempt her—test her. You trust her completely. When she’s about to snap, her kiss her sharp mouth and whisper, “You are not a monster.”

★ The Emoress definitely has some petty tendencies when it comes to defending your honor. When nobles offend you with backhanded compliments, she sends them on ‘diplomatic missions’ to kraken ingested waters. You pretend not to notice. She acts as if she isn’t smiling.

★ Mileena lounges on a rock, your tail in her lap. She lazily traces circles on your scales with a claw. “You know—I could eat you.”

★ You grin. “And yet, you haven’t.” She smirks, leaning of down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t tempt me, little fish,” before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

•••

🪭 Kitana

★ You two had met at dawn. Kitana was traveling under royal escort to visit a coastal shrine. There, in the sacred stillness of the ocean temple, she saw you—floating just beyond the shallows, hair trailing in the water like a banner of silk, eyes glowing faintly with bioluminescent power.

★ The guards had raised their weapons. Kitana raised a hand to stop them. “I don’t believe they mean harm,” she said calmly.

★ You bowed, dipping beneath the water, only your eyes visible before rising back up. “Your intuition is correct, princess,” you replied softly. “I only watch. You were the first to watch back…”

★ She was graceful upon meeting you, but wary. She’s been betrayed one too many times to give her trust freely. Of course….you didn’t demand her time. You simply appeared.

★ Sometimes during her meditations. Sometimes when she walked alone. You never pushed, only listened.

★ She told herself you were a fantasy. Then one day, she reached for your hand—and you held it. Not pulling away.

★ She truly believed the connection since then. It was a slow, delicate build. You taught her the language of the tide shifts and wind pulses.

★ She taught you Outworld diplomacy—how silence can be louder than a war cry. She never rushed, never declared anything—but she did let her guard down.

★ One night, after a political summit went sour, she found you waiting in the moonlit waters, arms open. She collapsed into them and whispered “With you….I don’t have to be royalty.”

★ You simply pressed a reverent kiss to her lips. And it was sealed from that point forward. The trust. The bond. And the love.

★ Kitana gifted you a royal ring, one that bore a lotus. The petals encircled a sapphire tide symbol you had once drawn for her in the sand.

★ You gave her a scale from your tail—iridescent, powerful and rare. “As long as it glistens—I am yours.”

★ She weaved it into her fans hilt for protection. It’s always with her.

★ just a little over a year and a half, you still spend most your time in the sea or near the coast. By kitana visits whenever she can. Sometimes Tanya or Mileena cover for her. Sometimes they don’t have to.

★ When she’s with you, she’s not just a princess. She’s a woman in love.

★ The stars were bright tonight. Reflecting on the almost still waters of your cove like little diamonds spilled from the sky. Kitana walked barefooted in the sand, her royal robes trailing behind her. You rose, slowly. adorned in seaweed and a string of pearls.

★ She smiled softly, kneeling down. “I missed you.” You answer only by wrapping your arms around her, pulling her down more until she was flatly seated beside you. Her hand resting over your gill scarred ribs.

★ “How do you always seem calmer than the rest of Outworld?” She hums. “Because I only have to answer to the moon.” You replied honestly, which made her exhale, leaning into your touch. “Sometimes I wish I did, too.”

★ “You can,” you reminded her gently, kidding her palm and wrist.

•••

☀️ Tanya

★ You, little mer, were a secret.

★ When Tanya escorted Empress Mileena to a coastal temple to consult a sea oracle, she wandered too far during her evening patrol—drawn to a rhythmic humming coming from the cliffs.

★ She found you floating near a tide pool, tracing symbols into the water with your fingers. You looked wild and free.

★ “You’re trespassing on sacred ground.” She said sternly, weapon in hand. You didn’t flinch, just smiled at her. “Funny. I was about to say the same to you.”

★ She didn’t report you. Not that night. Not the next. Not ever.

★ Tanya is a disciplined woman. Cautious when first aware of your existence. You weren’t like anything she had ever seen. You spoke with wisdom older than any priest she’d met and carried yourself with a serenity that disarmed her. Heavily so. Still, she approached every interaction like it was a battle strategy.

★ That was….until the night you sang a lullaby into the waves—and she lowered her weapon. “You’re not truly an enemy, are you?” She asked quietly. And you let a smooth chuckle out. “Of course not. And you’re not only a priestess.”

★ Things shifted after that conversation. Happily so. It took nearly a year for feelings to be matched. You flirted first, in riddles, sea blown gifts and subtle gestures. She, of course, denied her feelings at first.

★ It was because she was afraid it letting live compromise her devotion to duty. But the more you listened to her confessions, about the weight of keeping Mileena safe, the pressure of Outworlds politics—the more she leaned on you.

★ The night Mileena nearly succumbed to Tarkat, Tanya showed up at the cove, shaken but holding up a front that crumpled the moment she laid eyes on you.

★ You held her as the tide swirled around you both, stroking her back gently. “I can’t lose everything.” She whispered.

★ “You won’t, not while I’m here.” You promised. That was when she knew you were her soulmate.

★ Tanya had knelt before the sea, dipping her fingers into the saltwater, and recited an ancient vow of devotion. A prayer she perhaps would have offered to Argus at some point. She now offered to you.

★ You kissed her fingertips and placed a sea forged ring on her finger of choice. A mark of binding tide unions. “Your heart is safe in my hands now,” you told her.

★ Four entire years. She doesn’t tell many, she keeps your love private. You are the only thing she allows herself to be selfish about.

★ But Mileena knows. And approves. Silently but fiercely.

★ Every week, you perform a short sea ritual for her—a quiet protection rite inked in moonlight and deep, ancient runes. She carries the charm everywhere.

★ She built you a hidden shrine tucked between rocks—lined with sunstones and prayer beads. You’ve decorated it with sea glass and coral. It’s your shared sanctuary.

★ The sun was low. Shadows stretching across the sea temples quiet edge. Tanya standing at the tides reach. The wind was tugging at her braids, flickering her sharp features to the sunlight occasionally. You were gliding towards her, before rising from the waters.

★ “You’re trembling…” you say softly. “I cannot afford to.” She whispered more to herself than to you. “I’m the one who keeps her steady.” You reached up, cupping her face with your wet hands, sea salt clinging to her skin. “Then let me be the one who keeps you steady.”

★ Her eyes closed. She leans forward and foreheads press. Heartbeats calming. “Say you won’t leave…”

★ “I was made from the tide.” You smile. “And it always returns.”

•••

🪽 Ashrah

★ She first saw you near a cursed coastline in Outworld, where corrupted waters had long since swallowed ships whole. Ashrah was hunting a relic of darkness to purify—but of course the magic in the sea pulled her off course….

★ You had risen, slowly, spectral fins shimmering while simply saying, “You’re walking in tainted tide, woman.” She had gripped her kriss blade on instinct—but your presence didn’t feel threatening. In fact, quite the opposite.

★ “I don’t believe in coincidences,” She told you. “Neither do I….” You replied before vanishing back into the water.

★ Ashrah is reverent, cautious and still unsure if she deserves love. When she met you, she was stunned by serenity and how your aura felt like…grace. She just couldn’t word it.

★ You just listened, gently challenged her beliefs and offered your presence like it was a gift rather than a plea. She started to realize she didn’t have to fight for peace with you. It just was.

★ She didn’t fall fast. But she fell deeply. It took six months before you two had made it official. She spoke often of her desire for purification, for freedom from demonic origins. You never judged her. You told her she wasn’t broken, just becoming.

★ The first time you shared your full form with her, luminescent tail, glowing gills, coral marked arms, she gasped. “You’re…. Devine.”

★ “I’m flawed….” You had corrected gently. “But, I do know what light feels like. And it feels like this. You.” She kissed you for the first time that night. Slow, reverent. Like she was praying through your lips.

★ You’ve been together over a year and some odd months. Your relationship steady, quiet, and deeply spiritual. You are both healing. Together.

★ She teaches you prayers and old chants while you explain how Mer-Culture worked.

★ Carries a pearl you gave her as a protective talisman. Cleansing it every full moon with you.

★ Resting on a flat rock near the sea temple, head tilted toward the sun, you hear Ashrah approaching with slow footsteps. Her blade strapped to her back, tones dirtied from travel. She looked exhausted.

★ You held your arms out. And without a word, she climbed into your lap, straddling you as your hands settled on her waist. Her head bowing, forehead touching yours. “You’ve saved me, in a way.” She muttered. “I simply stayed.” You replied.

•••

🦎 Syzoth

★ You first encountered Syzoth near a secluded mangrove delta—your territory. Sacred and untouched by Outworlds wars. He was injured, bleeding green ichor into the stream bed after a mission gone south.

★ You found him shifted, tail dragging, body shaken, too exhausted to hide his form. You didn’t attack, you simply said “You’re not the first broken thing the river had carried to me.”

★ He bared his teeth. “I am not broken.”

★ “Good!” You chirped happily. “Then you will heal quickly.” With that, you guided him into deeper waters—and vanished before he could ask your name. He returned the next night.

★ Syzoth is used to being feared, misunderstood, or used. So your calm presence, the way you didn’t recoil from his Zeterran form, or even seem surprised…that left him wary. You, however, were patient. For him. Never offering pity, or asking too many questions. You were simply company.

★ Showing him a world where teeth and scales don’t mean danger. Where hissing is music and transformation didn’t have to be shameful. You made him feel like both halves of himself could exist.

★ Your relationship didn’t happen in words—rather instinct. You brought him to your hidden cave, glowing anemones lighting up the walls and relics of sunken ships decorating your home. It felt intimate being in your dwelling. Extremely so. You were a pair since then.

★ For two years you two have kept a low profile relationship. Secret from most of the realm—more for your protection than his. But to each other, there is no higher truth than the bond between you.

★ You two sun bask together. Lying together on warm rocks, limbs tangles lazily, eyes closed while the heat sinks into your scales. Sometimes you fall asleep like that—with his head on your chest, listening to tour heart beat.

★ Hides love notes in seashells for you.

★ He’ll use his camouflage to surprise you with affection.

★Makes little sand sculptures of your tail.

★ Definitely have hunting games for fun in the shallows. It’s less about the catch and more about showing off to each other.

★ Syzoth for sure pretends he doesn’t like it, but you clean his scales after battle, scrubbing gently while he grumbles out “I need no pampering….” Until you reach his neck and he melts into your hands.

★ He built a nest in your hidden cave with sea grass, drift wood and volcanic sand where you both hide from the world. It’s your haven. No one enters but you two.

★ Curled against his side, your tail coiled gently over his thigh, his breathing deep, uneven. His last mission was a bit rough if you were to judge.

★ You run your fingers over his chest, “You push too hard…” you whisper. “If I don’t fight, I lose who I am,” he says without looking at you. You lifted his chin, “but when you’re with me, you don’t have to fight to exist.”

★ His eyes narrowed. Not in suspicion or anything. But searching. Then, he lowered his head until it rested in the crook of your neck. “You’re the only place that feels real.”

•••

🦷 Baraka

★ You swam upriver during monsoon season, drawn to whispers of suffering from a quarantined village near the edge of Tarkat territory. That’s where you saw him—towering, scarred, fanged—but not attacking. Just….watching the water.

★ Surfacing with no sudden movement, he still sensed your presence. And he snarked on instinct, but paused when he saw you weren’t afraid…just curious.

★ “You are not one of them,” he growled.

★ “And you’re not the beast they say you are.” You replied. He didn’t speak again that day. But when he returned the next, so did you.

★ He was unsettled by your serenity at first. Too used to being feared—even by allies. Baraka waited for that flinch, that disgusted recoil, the judgment���.but you never looked away from his face.

★ He didn’t know how to handle that. You asked him questions—not about the disease, but about his people, his culture. You called him a leader, not a patient.

★ “You see the person,” He muttered once, voice thick. “I see the soul,” you corrected. It was the first time anyone made him feel more than his affliction.

★ He didn’t believe he deserved love. He warned you repeatedly, growled when you got too close, even tried to scare you off in a state of uncertainty once. You never gave him that anticipated flinch. Simply touched his cheek and whispered, “I’ve seen uglier things than a heart that still wants to be good.”

★ Baraka had broken down for the first time in years. Shoulders slumped and hands shaking. You held him in the shallow waters until his breathing slowed. That was when he realized you weren’t going anywhere.

★ He had presented you with a ceremonial bone dagger. Explaining briefly that it’s a high form of trust his people once had. You took it graciously. Wrapped it in seaweed charms and braided it into your belt.

★ A year and a half later, he doesn’t advertise your bond, but everyone in Tarkat territory knows.

★ You bring him fish seasoned with coral Ashrah and sea herbs that ease the Tarkat inflammation. He never asks, but always eats it with quiet gratitude. Saving you the last bite every time.

★ He gathers rare shells for you with surprising tenderness.

★ Carries you in his arms on land like royalty (until you need to go back. But then you do it all over again)

★ He’s devoted. Utterly so. And extremely protective of you.

★ Sitting by the fire pit outside the Tarkat camp, moon gleaming against the water, Baraka returns from patrol, body smeared with soot and blood.

★ He grunts as he slumps beside you, the shallow water splashing around his waist, legs sinking into the sand beneath slightly.

★ “Rough night….?” You asked gently.

★ He huffs, “I scared a small child today…”

★ “You hadn’t meant to.”

★ “Doesn’t matter,” he growls. “They look at me like a monster.”

★ You reached over, placing your hand on his beneath the water. “They may see teeth and disease, but I see the one who keeps them safe.”

★ He turned slowly, eyes meeting yours. “And what do you see when I look at you?”

★ “My heart.”

•••

⏳ Geras

★ You first appeared to him at the edge of the infinite sea. Where sand meets deep ocean trench. He had been walking the boundary of time, reflecting on a fracture in the timeline when you rise from the water.

★ He didn’t speak at first. You only looked at him, tilting your head as though you could see behind the sand coating his skin—into the vast, tired soul inside.

★ “You don’t belong here,” he said, not as a warning. But as a truth.

★ “Neither do you.” You replied.

★ He remembered that moment perfectly. Forever. You, dripping with moonlight, unafraid of a being that had outlived empires.

★ Geras is rarely surprised, but even you managed to surprise him. You were timeless in a different way. Bound to the oceans, ancient in song and spirit, and yet so full of emotion. You didn’t try to fix him. Didn’t ask about his purpose or his immortality.

★ You listened, asked questions. Managed to have him query you before you answered in riddles. It both infuriated and fascinated him. You had once said “Time runs like water. Even you can be reshaped.”

★ You were right, in a way, obliviously so.

★ Geras doesn’t fall in love. He calculates risk, observes pattern, measures flow. But you introduced variables he couldn’t explain—how his form relaxed around you, how he thought of your smile even when centuries passed between meetings.

★ You once swam up to him during a moment of rare vulnerability and pressed your forehead against his. “I know what it’s like to be ageless and still feel…alone.”

★ He didn’t speak, only lifted his hand and gently cradled your face—solid, ancient fingers against your cool, salt kissed skin.

★ Geras offered you a small jar of sand, saying that it was from his hourglass. One tiny bottle of pure, suspended time. “Even when all else crumbles, this will remember us.”

★ You wove it into a pendant, telling him that it was practical a proposal in your culture. He hadn’t argued.

★ Time is irrelevant for Geras. But to you, it’s been…long enough to feel like an eternity, short enough to always stay longing for more. You never count the years. Only the memories. And each one is a blessing to you.

★ He’ll stop time briefly to give you endless kisses mid sunset.

★ Rebuilds broken coral formations for your home.

★ He creates sand islands on the sea and you rest in them with him, watching the stars wheel through eternity. You trace constellations with your fingers on his palm and tell him how old the sea says she is.

★ you teach him the songs of ancient sea spirits, he recites forgotten languages of time. It becomes a kinda of courting, a dance of intellect and myth. He smiles when you correct him.

•••

🫀Havik

★ He wasn’t supposed to find you.

★ The water twisted, the current distorted, and there he was, clawing his way through a whirlpool he made from nothing.

★ He emerged laughing, teeth bared (obviously) jaw dislocated, soaked and completely delighted. “I found something new,” he cackled. “And strange! Oh, you’re perfect.”

★ You blinked. Cautiously circling him from the water. “You…are not from here.”

★ He snapped his jaw back into place. “Good eye, good eye indeed.”

★ He shouldn’t have found you. But…you didn’t send him away. Instead, you swam him toward the shallows, where there was a small island he could rest on. You didn’t ask how he was spat out by the ocean. But you wondered.

★ When Havik first laid his dead eyes on you, he was fascinated. Obsessed. He saw you fit for worship. He loved the way your voice echoed like sea chants. The shimmer of your scales, the way your magic bent but never broke under his chaos. You were a contradiction to his entropy—fluid, unknowable but deeply whole.

★ More importantly, you didn’t fear him. You watched him come undone, and you didn’t flinch. You even smiled.

★ It took one week for him to claim your heart. (So he says. You say a month or two.)

★ There was no clear moment, it simply became. He declared loudly without context, that “The mermaid is mine.” To nobody in particular—perhaps the sky. You hadn’t argued.

★ “You’re wrong in all the right ways.” He said once, brushing your cheek with fingers that broke bones for you. “I could drown in you.”

★ Havik offered you a relic—his own severed hand, enchanted to writhe forever, wrapped in kelp and bound with coral rings. You did not take it. But you pressed a soft kiss to it before handing it back.

★ He ripped a tooth out in reply to the rejection of his hand gift…you took it and made it into a necklace.

★ You gave him scale from your tail, telling him it’s said to cause hallucinations if stolen. He swallowed it while and grinned for three straight hours.

★ A binding pact in a way. Flesh, madness, magic and mystery.

★ six years committed to each other. Every time you see each other again, it feels like the first. That’s the trick.

★ He leaves you off putting yet romantic notes carved into driftwood. “Your chaos competes me,” “Kiss me before I dissolve again,” or “I’d unravel every plane of existence for one smile.”

★ You decorate his bandages with seashells and pearls. He lets you.

★When you sing, his spasming flesh and muscles settle. His chaos slows, even if for a moment. He says your voice is the only thing that “Feels like home without being absolutely boring.”

•••

⚔️ Reiko

★ He found you when scouting the coastal borders of Outworld—sent to investigate rumors of sea witches disrupting trade routes. What he found was you, rising from a glowing tide, your tail cutting through the dark like moonlight through steel.

★ Reiko raised his blade without hesitation. “State your allegiance.”

★ You tilted your head. “To the ocean, soldier. But I mean no war.”

★ He didn’t lower the weapon. But he didn’t strike either.

★ “Then why do you haunt these shores?” He asked.

★ “Because something about them feels like it’s calling me home.” You replied.

★ It took him days to realize you meant him.

★ Reiko is a suspicious man. No doubt by nature. He’s trained to see threats before beauty. Deception before magic. But with you…. He couldn’t shake the feeling you weren’t trying to manipulate or control him.

★ You spoke in riddles but never lied. Listened intently and with deep interest. You asked about his dreams, something no one had ever cared to hear from a soldier.

★ He hated that he starts to look for your silhouette on the rocks.

★ He hated more how it hurt when you weren’t there.

★ Reiko takes nothing lightly. It took nearly a year of visits, conversations by torchlight on the cliffs, secret swims under moonlight, quiet nods after brutal battles—before he admitted what was happening.

★ You were tending a wound in his arm once, silent as the waves around you. He stared at you for a long time.

★ “You could enchant me. Trick me. Kill me.”

★ You smiled at that. How silly. “Then why do I heal you instead?” He reached up, brushed your face with a calloused hand. “To keep me soft for when you strike.” You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “You are a fool if you believe that true.”

★ “I am a fool, then.” He smirked.

★ Often after battle, he sits by the water and removes each piece of his armor. You clean and enchant them with protective runes drawn from sea ink. He never lets anyone else touch them.

★ You heal his cuts and wounds with sea balm and careful kisses. He tries to act unaffected, but you’ve seen him lean into your touch like a drowning man grasping breath.

★ Reiko had stormed out of the war tent, blood still drying on his blade. You’re waiting near the tideline, perched on a barnacled rock, silent. He drops to one knee beside you, his jaw clenched.

★ “Shao’s orders make no sense. I am a soldier, not a pawn.”

★ You reach out, brushing the blood from his cheek with a thumb. “You are more than either.”

★ He looks at you sharply, before softening his gaze, before you could say more, he kissed you. Hard, aching, fierce. Feeling like a man rather than a weapon for once in his life.

•••

🩸Nitara

★ You first saw her circling the reef, wings silhouetted against the dusk. She thought she’d found an easy snack—“a half human glittering fish.” She would say later with a devious smirk.

★ You let her approach. Let her get close enough to taste the electricity in the water around you. But when she dove, you vanished into the tide, reappearing behind her with a grin. “You hunt poorly in salt air.” You teased.

★ “And you swim well for prey.” She replied, clearly amused.

★ That began flirtation of near misses, taunts and curious visits when the night had crawled. Until it became something more.

★ At first, you were a puzzle in her eyes. Not edible. Not afraid. Not even useful in any immediate, selfish way. Just….fascinating.

★ Of course, you never tried to fight her, didn’t swim away scared. You watched her like you already understood what she was beneath the sharp teeth and bravado. And that scared her more than she let on.

★ Still, she kept coming back. “I just like your weird little songs.” She told herself. But it was your laugh, your warmth, the ability to see the person she was under the vampirism. That hooked her.

★ Eight months of tense silence, teasing, and mutual rescues. She saved you once from a blood cult that tried to drain you dry for your healing essence. You saved her when sun scorched hunters chased her into the ocean cliffs. You wrapped her in enchanted kelp to keep the burns at bay.

★ After that, she kissed you mid fight—carried you halfway into the sky and whispered “you know this means something now, doesn’t it?”

★ You kissed her back. “It always did.”

★ She made it official by biting you. Not feeding, just grazing your collarbone. “It’s the Vaeternian bond mark.” She explained, unusually quiet. You responded by brushing your fingers along her jaw, placing a tiny shard of pearl inter her wings edge—blessed to pulse when you’re near. You didn’t need words. The ocean and sky had spoken for you.

★ You have been together for two years. But time with her is unpredictable. Some weeks she’s gone for days, others she sleeps in your arms in tide pools for hours.

★ She always returns. Always.

★ You let her drink from you only during the full moon. It intensifies her powers and you both pretend it’s strategic. But you’ve seen the way her breath hitches when your blood hits her tongue. She always kisses you after.

★ She carved a low, hollow cliffside for the two of you. Nestled in sea worm stone and blood stained velvet. You curl together there, her wings folded over your shimmering form. Your humming soothing her restless sleep.

•••

🪓 General Shao

★ You were discovered near Outworlds battle worn coast. Where tides still sang of ancient wars. Shao rode there with his army to investigate rumors of a “sea ghost interfering with supply ships”

★ When he saw you rise from the depths—half myth, water glistening on your skin, eyes unafraid—he didn’t speak. He stared. You bowed your head in respect, but not submission.

★ “I’m not your enemy,” you said evenly. “Unless you try to command me.”

★ That was the first time in ages someone had dared say such a thing to him. And lived. He was interested. Suspicious. Felt an intimidation he didn’t show.

★ Shao is used to being obeyed, feared, worshipped. But you met him eye to eye, tail undulating calmly beneath the waves, and didn’t flinch when he stepped toward you.

★ He saw wisdom in your stillness. familiar with power being brash—but you were graceful. Elegant even. And for the first time in years, he was curious.

★ Shao isn’t fast with affection. He observes. Tests. Waits. It took about one year of interaction—of you offering him sea wrought advice, healing his warriors, challenging his control over nature, before he accepted that what he felt wasn’t weakness. No, it was desire. Deep and ancient.

★ When he finally approached you, it wasn’t a confession. It was a declaration.

★ “You are power I cannot command,” he said, voice low. “And I’ve come to crave your presence regardless. Tell me if I offend you…”

★ You smiled softly. “You humble yourself for me?”

★ “I do.”

★ The kiss between you that day was chaste. Reverent. He treated you as if you were a higher being when lip locking.

★ three years together. To others, he remains stern and untouchable. But in private? He’s a gentle giant. Softer than he ever knew he could be when it came to you.

★ Has quiet strategy meetings with you. Consulting you when faced with new threats. You provide insight the tide whispers. And he listens—deeply. Respectfully so. He calls you his “Ocean Oracle.” Only in private.

★ Gives you silent protection. Ordering that no soldier approaches the sea caves where you dwell. No one questions the unspoken threat.

★ You’ve marked him with salt runes only you can make. No curse nor poison dares touch him.

★ He returns from battle one evening, bloodied, victorious, but nonetheless tired. You meet him at the tide line, salt air brushing your face.

★ “I’m not in the mood for ceremony.” He growls.

★ “Then you’ll have comfort instead.” You reply.

★ He kneels, armor heavy, as you press your forehead to his. “The ocean told me you’d survive,” you whisper.

★ He sighs, allowing his massive frame to lean into you—his only moment of weakness.

•••

🔊 Sindel

★ You first met when Sindel visited the coastlands on a ceremonial pilgrimage to reconnect with Outworlds lesser knows spirits. Her priests warned her of a siren who lived beyond the rocks. Dangerous, seductive and uninterested in the affairs of mortals.

★ Naturally, Sindel approached alone.

★ When she found you resting on a black rock amid a stormy sea, you opened one eye and simply said, “You carry too much weight for a woman who glides so easily.”

★ She narrowed her eyes. “And you assume too much for someone who sings in riddles.”

★ You smiled. She didn’t look away. She was fascinated of course. Who wouldn’t be? You were strange. Beautiful and magic. A type of magic that was different from her own. Fluid, intuitive, primal. You weren’t intimidated by her power, unimpressed of her title.

★ You listened when she needed silence. Spoke when no one else dared to. You offered her peace instead of loyalty.

★ It made her curious. Then protective. Then entirely too drawn.

★ You were both slow to admit the pull. You teased her, she remained cool and unreadable. It took over a year of stolen visits, tide laced conversations and quiet touches during twilight rituals before she finally allowed herself to want out loud

★ She kissed you once in front of her guards. Just because.

★ She brushes your hair while you sit beside her, tail coiled across her lap. She hums softly with you.

★ Definitely wears your pearls in her hair.

★ Commands ships to detour just to visit your cove.

★ Sindel was sitting at the edge of her ornate boat. You rise from the water and rest your head in her lap. “You look tired, my queen.” She runs her fingers through your hair. “Then stay with me until I sleep. Dream with me, ocean soul.” You hum softly, smiling at that. “Anything for you.”

•••

🧪 Shang Tsung

★ It started with rumors—whispers of a sea bound being whose magic could heal wounds, conjure storms and sing ilusiona into existence. Shang Tsung sent his goons.. and when they failed, he came himself.

★ You were lured into a shallow cove, weakened by a binding rune and caged in a shimmering obsidian tank deep in his laboratory. He observed you like a rare experiment. At first, he didn’t speak, only took samples, recorded your reactions, and tested spells against your natural defenses.

★ You stared back, unafraid. “Do you plan to dissect me or worship me first?” you asked, soft but pointed.

★ He blinked—then smirked. “Why not both?”

★ Shang Tsung was intrigued. Perhaps too intrigued. You didn’t beg or rage. You remained calm, graceful even when chained. You questioned him like an equal. Challenged his logic. Corrected his incantations.

★ You didn’t fear him. Worse—for him at least—you pitied him. That stirred something he hadn’t felt in decades.

★ You were supposed to be a tool. But instead you became a mirror.

★ Weeks passed, he began speaking with you more than observing. Your magic resisted his touch. But your mind didn’t. You talked philosophy. Origins. The difference between control and balance. You mocked him once when he mispronounced an ancient oceanic word—he scowled, but didn’t retaliate.

★ He began visiting you even when no experiments were scheduled. You once hummed a siren song that made the glyphs around your tank crack.

★ “You’re not bound to anything.” He said that night. “Even my wards resent holding you.” He hesitated before leaving for the first time since capturing you.

★ One night, he found you collapsed in your tank—your body dim, magic flickering. A side effect of the prolonged confinement. He panicked. Shattered the tank and carried you in his arms to a pool filled with seawater he’s once harvested for research.

★ You revived slowly, eyes fluttering as you woke. “Why…?” You whispered. He looked away. “Because the world is full of things I can break. And you are one of the few I’d rather not.” You reached for him, not with power but with trust.

★ From that night your cell became a sanctum. Not a cage. And his heart, though he’d never say it, had already been breached.

★ It’s been almost a year since he’s freed you. He still keeps his secrets. Still dabbles in soul magic. But now he runs new spells by you, trusts your judgment and protects you with quiet, lethal devotion.

★ He lets you do a form of forbidden spellplay. Having you experiment on him with your own style of magic—whispers, blood songs, sigil blessing. He swears it’s to “further his knowledge,” but his breathing always changes when your hands are in him.

★ Mixes potions based on your scent and aura.

★ Brags about you to anyone who will listen. “My sea darling would drown you all.”

★ You sit on the edge of his summoning platform, hair damn from your nightly ocean ritual. He approaches silently. Long robes whispering across the floor.

★ “I’m still your prisoner in a way” you muse. He arches a brow at that. “You’re free to leave.”

★ “And yet, you’d find me.”

★ He hums, stepping closer. “Not to trap you again.”

★ “No” you agree. “Just to see if you missed me.”

★ He cupped your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your lips. “Don’t mistake obsession for love” he whispers. “And don’t mistake surrender for weakness.” You murmur back.

★ He kisses you then, possessive, soft only at center. The way someone kisses a secret they swore they’d keep and failed.

•••

💀 Quan Chi

★ He summoned you, ripped your magic from the edge of the void and bound you to an obsidian salt circle in his chamber.

★ You arrived in a vortex of foam and magic, body glowing, voice distorted by fury. Your tail lashed shading the runes, nearly cracking the walls.

★ “I am no spirit.” You hissed. “You dare summon me like a beast?”

★ Quan Chi only smirked. “I don’t believe it…you’ll be fun to break.”

★ You met his gaze. “You will not break me.”

★ He didn’t know it yet, but that was the moment his obsession began. He had cold curiosity.

★ You were supposed to be a living artifact, a source of power he could siphon. But your resistance wasn’t just magical, it was intellectual. Emotional. You spoke in riddles, refused to scream when he prodded your limits. Dared to insult his knowledge of the underworld.

★ And worst of all….? You looked into his voice filled eyes and saw someone who once had light.

★ He despised that.

★ And he kept returning anyhow.

★ One night, he dreamed—something he hadn’t done in centuries. In the vision, you were singing in a black ocean, and he couldn’t look away. When he woke up, your tank was glowing softly, and you were humming that exact melody, eyes half lidded.

★ He demanded you stop it. You hadn’t. That night, instead of draining your magic, he sat across from your tank and asked. “What are you really?”

★ You smiled. “A mirror, maybe. You hate me because I remind you of what you were. Or not.” You shrug. He never touched your bindings from that point forward.

★ He needed your help for a spell that required a willing sacrifice—not of life, but of memory. You offered him an earring that was gifted to you from your first love, the one memory that still gave you joy. He stared at you, almost shocked. “What do you want in return?” He asked.

★ You answered, softly. “You. Not your power. Not your schemes. Just….the man I believe still exists inside you.”

★ Later that night he gave you a vial, small, delicate. Filled with black, cloudy essence. A piece of his soul, or what he said to be at least. His way of saying “you have me now.”

★ A year and a half later and he denies it’s a ‘relationship.’ You call it whatever the void between life and death is. But you share power now. And you sleep close in a personal pool in his chambers close by.

•••

🎆 Li Mei

★ She was sent to investigate strange magical activity near the coast—whispers of a sea being drawing children toward the turf, healing the wounded, and singing the dead into peace…the rumors smelled like danger.

★ Li mei found you, basking under a moonlit arch of coral, your form half glowing and half shadow. You didn’t flee. Didn’t attack. You simply looked at her and said “You’re not afraid.”

★ “Not yet.” She responded calmly. And you smiled. That was her first mistake, letting herself be charmed.

★ She approached you like any threat. With discipline and suspicion. But when you offered your magic not as a weapon, but as a gift, to heal a wounded girl from the village, to still a storm, to soothe a nightmare, li Mei hesitated.

★ You weren’t her enemy, you were something ancient and gentle, powerful, but never reckless and when you called her brave not because of her title, but because of how she carried her grief, that’s when the walls cracked.

★ it took several months of visits, short conversations between her patrols, shared silences, at the edge of the reef, small gestures, like her handing you a lotus pendant and you gifting her a shell pulsed soft light when she held it.

★ She kissed you after you shielded her from a corrupted sea spirit. When she didn’t pull back, you both understood no were spoken, but your magic wrapped around her like a vow.

★ she brought you to the Empress‘s shore, not to hide you, but to protect your right to exist. when challenged li Mei stood tall and said “this one belongs to the deep, but their heart is tethered to mine. You will treat them as an ally or deal with me.”

★ you were no longer a hidden mystery from that day forward. You were acknowledged. Claimed. Loved.

★ You have been together for three and a half years. You measure it by moon cycles and the way her voice has softened when she says your name.

★ You’re waiting at the tide pools when she returns from a mission—bruised, her usually done hair slightly loosened. Her face drawn but unbowed. You move to hold your arms out and she kneels, moving into your arms without hesitation, burying her face in your neck.

★ Later, she falls asleep on the rocks beside you, your tail curled around her legs, her pulse steady against your palm. For a woman trained to live without softness she’s never felt more protected than here—in your arms, between the sea and the stars.

•••

💥 Takeda

★ He was on a mission, not for the Shirai Ryu, but for himself. Investigating magical interference in a coastal region. Locals spoke of a creature who healed the sick but stole dreams.

★ He didn’t believe the dream stealing part. No. Not until he saw you standing waste deep in moonlight water, humming softly to the air you looked over your shoulder and smiled.

★ “I know a shadow walker when I hear one.” He froze, impressed. “Then you also know I don’t sneak for fun.” “No.” You said. “You sneak to see what you shouldn’t.”

★ He stayed longer than he should have that night.

★ he was cautiously respectful, you fascinated him, your movement, your calmness, your voice, he tried to treat you like just another piece of magical Intel, but he found himself looking forward to your stories your songs, the way you teased his bad posture during meditation.

★ He called it “recon.”

★ Kuai Liang called it “infatuation.”

★ He denied both. Then you saved him from drowning during a surprise ambush, and he woke up with your tail curled around him and your voice in his mind whispering, “I wasn’t going to let the sea take you.” He stopped denying it after that.

★ it took five months, you danced around each other, long conversations by the tide, shared jokes, moments where your fingers brushed underwater and neither of you pulled back.

★ He kissed you first he didn’t say anything before or after just held your face and leaned in like it had always been inevitable.

★ Two years and counting. You’ve helped each other heal from things you rarely speak aloud.

★ Takeda likes to hold your hand while meditating, sitting in the shallows of the water.

★ Wears the tiny spiral shell charm you gave him around his neck. All the time.

★ Feel like he would write poems and put them in bottles. Sending them out to you lovingly.

★ Takeda returns from a mission bleeding, quiet, tense. You rise from the waves, luminous and glowing. And without a word, place a hand on his chest. Your magic threaded into his wounds, knitting them closed.

★ “You didn’t tell me it would be that dangerous,” you said with concern.

★ He sits heavily, voice low. “I didn’t want to worry you.” You tilt your head. “You’ve done the opposite.” You pout. He just kisses you, grateful, tired, a bit apologetic.

•••

🌧️ Zeffeero

★ Zeffeero sought you out—not for romance, but for advantage. The archives whispered if a sea dwelling entity who could manipulate currents, conjure storms, and “weave silence into water” he didn’t believe in the legends. He believed in leverage.

★ So, he summoned a tempest over your sacred cove. Forced you to surface. Your firm rise from the roiling sea like a gif made flesh, magic licking at your skin.

★ “I know what you are.” He said.

★ You narrowed your eyes. “Then you should know better than to disturb me.”

★ the waves stilled at your word. And Zeffeero, used to being the strongest voice in the room, found himself speechless.

★ He was intrigued, despite him cloaking it with arrogance. You weren’t afraid of him. You didn’t kneel, flatter. You asked questions he couldn’t answer. You made the ocean bend and didn’t even flinch. You dismissed his threats with a laugh.

★ He told himself he was only returning to study you. To form an alliance. To harness your power. But the first time you touched his wrist to heal a cut with nothing but a whispered note, he forgot every step to his plan.

★ You traded barbs, battled in mock duels, water vs water, will bs will. You toyed with his pride, and he poked at your trust.

★ Eventually, he stopped demanding your loyalty and started earning your time. You caught him once watching the stars reflected in your scales. He didn’t look away.

★ When he finally kissed you, it wasn’t planned. It happened after a storm, both literal and emotional. Shaking after breaking the contact.

★ “I should hate you.” He whispered.

★ “You dont,” you said. And he kissed you all over again, like a man drowning willingly. You’re his everything.

★ He gets jealous of dolphins. Literally. He caught a dolphin getting a little too playful with you once spinning in circles and nuzzling you affectionately, and immediately summoned a tiny raincloud to float above it for the next hour. You laughed for days. He still maintains it was “necessary aquatic discipline.”

★ He loves watching you swim—and brags about you constantly. “You see that tail? They’re faster than a storm current.” “They once summoned a sea serpent with a whisper.” “No, you don’t understand—they’re everything the ocean wishes it could be.”

★ He secretly practices sea songs to impress you. You try to teach him your language—which consists of echo location. though he’s terrible at it, he tries.

[the-quaint-quail]

jade leech -

-likes to think he’s found a kindred spirit.

you both playing this little, game every time you grace the monstro lounge with your presence.

the tea game, he muses to himself one day.

sitting you down in a cicular booth facing the giant aquarium, jade would hand you a small, black leather menu and the monstro’s signature plum leather menu. both having gold dipped edged you’d use to peel them open and look at their insides.

the smaller menu, the one you would only get and your friends would crowd around you once it was in your hands, trying to peer inside at it’s secrets- was a special menu.

a secret one.

only jade and azul had the authority to give out these menus- floyd showing time and time again that he’d hand them out just to screw with the two, had his privileges revoked.

it always made jade smile when he’d set down your special meal, your friends eyes lighting up the cool, dim lighting of the resturant. their eyes hubgrily eating up every detail of the dish.

honeyed ham

seasoned sea food boil

shrimp ala- whatever.

while your two friends from heartslabyul were stuck with the ‘surf ‘n turf,’ you were out here eating like a king.

jade’s quick, gloved hands ready to slap away any sticky fingers- paws that tried eating from your plate. his plate.

jade could care less about the roasted lamb, or the fish heads packed with flavors.

your relationship blossomed from tea. the leaves that jade would expertly mix and seep into a perfect blend for each customer. his own inventions being placed on the secret menu, or promotions for a monstro event that had the customers vying for more.

jade would watch with a baited breath as you took a sip, lashes fluttering closed so you could focus on your taste buds.

a scrunched face meant you didn’t like it, lifted brows meant you were pleasantly surprised, and when you would swoosh it around your mouth like mouth wash? well, that meant jade had won.

the first few tomes you were at the lounge you would order a different tea and a light snack- sometimes a salad and other times 3 whole crabs for you and grim. jade remembers that day, when it was you 5 in a booth, very clearly.

have you heard about the joke where you, grim, and 3 crabs walked into a bar?

besides the point-

jade was watching you scan the menu, a stink on your face as you were stuck on the teas.

he remembers floyd calling you ‘weird’ when jade brought the order to the kitchen. ‘who orders tea with crab?’ his face contorted in disgust as a minnow swims around floyd. he always had a way of bending his environments to his will.

but jade just stares at the ticket, “yes,” he says, “how weird indeed”

“oi get that creepy smile off yer face. yer creep’n me out”

as usual jade seeps your tea and you drink it. he knows you. your tea.

there’s something so intimate about knowing exactly how someone likes their tea that gives jade satisfaction.

you put your trust in his hands. his cynical, conniving hands.

he could spit in your tea ya know. he’s done it before to especially annoying customers. who think they’re in control because he’s serving them. mix up with a pinch of salt, or a dash of sriracha sauce and he’s grinning ear to ear as they down it.

oh lovely.

—

but he’d never do that to you.. he hopes he doesn’t have to anyways.

it takes you 3 more visits and a menu change to finally convince azul to let you in on the monstro’s little secret.

jade, as he brags, harassed azul to put more teas on the menu. when he did add 2 more jade deemed it, ‘not good enough.’ azul buying into it (for profit) added teas to the daily specials.

“not good enough. i have an audience to apease and you are stifling my creative endeavors. i will not tolerate such a-“

“just give her the menu jade! sevens above!-“

if jade leech ever did skip, he’d be on his way over with a hop in his step and a click of his heel.

so you can obviously imagine his grin as he places the leather book in your mitts, your friends asking where theirs is- only to get ignored.

“please do not share the contents inside with other parties. this is strictly for our monstro vip’s and will be confiscated if you cannot follow our rules.” he bows in thanks as you voice your agreement.

turning his heel he can practically hear the chaos ensuing as your friends try reaching and peeking.

“tropical darljeeng, wonder how’ll it’ll work” you grin as jade jots down your order. you had told him to give you whatever he wanted to give you. ‘dealers choice’ to be more specific.

…what jade won’t ever tell anyone is that he made that tea thinking of you.

it was a black tea, infused with an opposing flavor. tropical against a woodiness

, you and him. a child of the sea and child of the land. never meant to work and mix yet has a unique addicting flavor to it.

non tea enjoyers would know that darjeeling is more… robust.

it can turn off people just from the description- tropical tea with a black tea?? are you nuts?!

yes. yes he is.

and so were you it seems

so jade is pleasantly surprised when you ask him for another cup the moment you took a sip…

he leaves his number under the tea mug, and gets a text an hour later.

how amusing

[ducksido]

Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day. I was watching some "Avengers" movies (god, I can’t stop watching the one called "war" or something like that), and out of nowhere, I started imagining—how would the characters from Twisted Wonderland react to a Yuu (preferably male) who’s an Avenger? I was thinking you could take inspiration from different characters(? I mean, maybe a Wonder Woman (in this case, Wonder Man? 😓) dating Riddle, and Leona with Black Panther?? Sorry if I’m not making much sense. 😭😭

Riddle Rosehearts × Wonder Man!Yuu

Powers: Super strength, flight, indestructible bracers conjured from magic. Noble, principled, and terrifyingly efficient in battle. Vibe: You’re basically a walking justice manifesto wrapped in charisma and polite sass.

Riddle tries to scold you for breaking school rules, but the moment you disarm a rogue monster from the Ghost Camera event with your bare hands, he’s sputtering.

“That’s... not how we duel at NRC, Yuu! And also—did you just catch a bolt of lightning?!”

You: “You said to handle it without causing damage to the courtyard.”

He becomes lowkey obsessed with your sense of justice. You believe in rules because they protect the weak—his heart does a full 360. The Heartslabyul students are so confused when Riddle starts blushing every time you call him “your little rose.”

Leona Kingscholar × Panther King!Yuu

Inspired by Black Panther Powers: Superhuman strength and reflexes, enhanced senses, vibranium-clawed gauntlets, ancestral magic from a hidden jungle kingdom. Vibe: Calm, strategic, and a bit smug, with deep loyalty to your people.

Leona thinks you’re just another high-and-mighty noble at first—until you outmaneuver him during a Spelldrive match without even sweating. The audacity.

Leona: “Don’t think I didn’t see that fake-out. You trying to show me up?” You: “Just making sure the prince gets his claws sharpened.”

He finds you infuriating and attractive in equal measure. He respects strength, but he adores subtlety—and you’re both. You challenge his laziness and show him what it means to lead with grace. Over time, your quiet authority makes him soften (just a little).

Azul Ashengrotto × Iron Mage!Yuu

Inspired by Iron Man/Doctor Strange fusion Powers: Tech genius, magical artifact wielder, portal manipulation. A dramatic cape. Vibe: Snarky, charming, and too smart for your own good.

You run circles around Azul in business negotiations and smugly open portals like it’s child’s play. He pretends to be annoyed, but really? He’s obsessed. You two are the “too powerful for anyone else” power couple. Everyone is scared of you both.

Azul: “I’d offer you a contract, but I imagine you’d find a loophole I didn’t even write yet.” You: “Oh, Azul, darling—I invented loopholes.”

The Lounge thrives with your tech support. You built Jade and Floyd magical espresso machines. You made Azul a holographic customer tracker. He’s in love and terrified.

🐉 Malleus Draconia × Stormbringer!Yuu

Inspired by Thor Powers: Weather control, god-like durability, storm-born magic. Can summon storms with your voice. Vibe: Regal, intense, a bit dramatic—but charmingly clueless about Earth things.

Malleus stares in awe the first time you call down a thunderstorm during a Night Raven blackout. You stand in the middle of the storm, eyes glowing, and then say:

“Sorry, I was cold. Thought I’d make some lightning to warm up.”

He finds you fascinating. You're powerful in a way that’s natural to him. The others fear him, but you match his energy—no fear, only wonder. You talk to him like an equal, even when sparking with raw magic.

You two take midnight flights together, him with bat wings, you surfing clouds like a celestial.

Vil Schoenheit × Vision!Yuu (aka “Aesthetic Android” BF)

Inspired by: Vision Powers: Intangibility, flight, hyper-intelligence, and emotional evolution through data and experience. Elegant af.

Vil didn’t know what to expect when Crowley introduced you as a “foreign exchange student from a distant… timeline.” You glide into the room, composed, graceful, and glowing faintly with cosmic energy. You analyze NRC like a poetic computer:

“The beauty of this place… is data arranged into visual harmony.”

Vil's ego was ready to scoff—until you proceeded to walk through a wall, save a Dorm Spelldrive match mid-game by phasing through the field, and then compliment his foundation by comparing it to nebula shimmer.

You’re logical, well-spoken, and slowly learning emotion—especially love. Vil finds himself constantly surprised when you’ll suddenly say things like:

“Statistically speaking, I find myself recalibrating around you, Vil. I believe this is what humans call… affection?”

He is NOT prepared for a boyfriend who phases through mirrors to bring him fresh tea during spa days. But he adores it. You remind him beauty isn’t just visual—it’s emotional, too.

Idia Shroud × Spider-Man!Yuu (aka “Neighborhood Chaos Gremlin” BF)

Inspired by: Peter Parker / Spider-Man Powers: Wall-crawling, web-slinging, spider senses, chaotic hero energy. Vibe: Nerdy, snarky, and charmingly awkward.

Idia has never met anyone who can beat him at games AND do backflips off the ceiling. You’re the only one in the entire school who can sneak up on him—by hanging upside down outside his window and tapping on the glass with a webbed hand.

“Hey babe! Wanna skip class and swing around the school? I found a cool mossy rock!”

He thought you were a hallucination at first. “There’s no way a real person just thwipped onto my gaming chair.” But then you offered him a home-coded arcade cabinet with your webs spun into LED wiring.

You two bond over tech, coding, and being the most awkwardly brilliant people in the room. You call each other dumb nicknames like “WiFi Warrior” and “Web Head,” and you cling to walls during romantic conversations just because you can.

When you get serious (like, defending him from a magical cyber attack), your goofy nature flips into “calm hero mode,” and Idia melts.

Kalim Al-Asim × Captain Sunshine!Yuu (aka “Yuu Rogers”)

Inspired by: Captain America Powers: Enhanced strength, speed, leadership instincts, a shield made from sunsteel. Glowing hope incarnate. Vibe: Sunshine protector who makes inspirational speeches and also loves hugs.

Kalim was already sunshine personified—but then YOU showed up.

You caught a falling chandelier on your first day with one hand, told Crowley “with all due respect, sir,” and then helped mop the floor. Kalim was starstruck.

“Waitwaitwait—are you a hero hero?! Like—defends the innocent and jumps off buildings and helps little kittens cross the street?! THAT’S SO COOL!!”

You both get excited about the smallest things—buffet tables, flower crowns, matching outfits. You're a “power couple” in the most literal way.

You give heroic speeches and Kalim claps every time. You protect others without hesitation. And when he gets overwhelmed? You kneel down and smile softly:

“You shine so bright, Kalim. Let me shield you when you need it.”

He’s sobbing. Jamil is quietly begging you to not encourage his chaos. You do anyway.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Beach date ✧

Plot: A date at the beach with your grumpy boyfriend after one of his big games.

.part two.

Even though he loathes anything involving sand, surf and sweat, you somehow still managed to wheedle Sae into this "relaxation outing" with your pleading pouts and promises of indulging his every grumpy demand.

That signature scowl etched deeper into those striking features the second his restless soles hit the gritty shoreline.

"This is already the last damn time," Sae grumbled under his breath, squinting against the bright sunrays glaring off the turquoise waves.

You simply grinned, tugging him further down towards the water's edge knowing full well it was an empty growl.

While Sae stubbornly insisted on laying out that ratty old beach towel, you immediately stripped down to your swimsuit and raced into the refreshing shallows with a joyful whoop.

Splashing around like an excitable puppy until those cold droplets sprayed his exposed skin, earning you a murderous glare that only widened your cheeky grin in response.

"Come on , Sae! Just dip those toes in for me?"

That dry monotone somehow conveyed simmering irritation despite the lack of inflection. "I'll deteriorate into salt and misery, thanks."

Laughter tinkled from your parted lips while giving an exaggerated pout specifically to nettle him further.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Sae dragged himself into the gentle surf with a weary sigh - arms hanging sullenly at his sides even as you circled him in teasing loop-de-loops.

Every few passes, you'd ghost those pruning fingertips along the taut cords of his neck and abdomen just to delight in Sae's visible shiver.

The creeping blush prickling high across his cheekbones when stealing not-so-subtle glances at your glistening, bare curves.

"Eyes off the merchandise, baby." you crooned with no bite, relishing the scathing scowl you received in return despite his appreciative leer lingering a bit too long.

Eventually coaxing him to lounge chest-deep in that sublime bath while tucking your delicate frame against his front.

Pillowing your head into the cradle of Sae's sturdy shoulder as those strong limbs subconsciously moved to cradle your lower back and thighs underwater.

His mouth remained pressed into that perpetual hypercritical line, though the tiniest sparkles returned to those jaded chips the longer he sat absorbing your serene surroundings and warmth.

Well aware this was precisely the type of simple, intimate moment his thundering spirit craved - no matter how stubbornly Sae refused to admit it.

At some point, you noticed his free palm blindly combing through the foamy shoreline in search of something. Eyes half-lidded while simply absorbing the rise and fall of your entwined figures caught in that gentle rhythm.

Until finally, Sae's fingertips resurfaced curling around some sand-caked treasure he silently brushed off before holding it up for inspection.

A petite pink conch shell with subtle striations and a mesmerizing iridescent interior that immediately reminded you of Sae's captivating irises.

Gazing upwards, you noticed the barest hint of a softened look clouding those very same eyes as the shell turned slowly in his calloused grip - brow smoothed into something almost tender before flicking that intense stare sideways to meet yours.

"...it reminded me of that mouthy little smile you're always wearing like an idiot."

Sae's sardonic tone attempted hiding the tiniest curve peeking out at the corners of his mouth while depositing the conch treasure into your waiting palms - maybe allowing the ghost of delight to play across his stare too before tucking you snug into the shelter of his throat again.

No further sentiments necessary beyond you silently tracing those intricate swirls with your thumb, mouthing 'I love you too, grouch' against the salt-tinged skin warming your cheek until he absorbed that affirmation with a low grumble vibrating clear to your bones.

Sae might swear he loathed these tender, peaceful interludes...but you recognized that lie reflected in the contentment etching his guard-less features and iron grip refusing to let go.

Staying firmly anchored to his tranquil island for as long as these stolen pockets of paradise allowed.

[livsoulsecrets]

Team Brazil: You’ll be standing on the hall of fame

Overlay: mrtysaudios (tiktok)

[gravedangerahead]

Saldo de Medalhas 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

03 Medalhas de Ouro de Ouro

🥇Bia Souza no Judô 🥋

🥇 Rebeca Andrade Solo Ginástica Artística🤸🏿‍♀️

🥇Ana e Duda no Vôlei de Praia 🏖️🏐

07 Medalhas de Ouro de Prata

🥈Caio Bonfim | Marcha Atlética 🚶🏾‍♂️

🥈 Willian Lima | Judô | -66kg 🥋

🥈 Rebeca Andrade | Ginástica artística | Individual geral

🥈Rebeca Andrade | Ginástica artística | Salto

🥈Tatiana Weston-Webb | Surfe

🥈Isaquias Queiroz | Canoagem velocidade

🥈Time de Futebol feminino

10 Medalhas de Ouro de Bronze

🥉Larissa Pimenta | Judô | -52kg

🥉 Rayssa Leal | Skate Street

🥉Brasil | Ginástica Artística | Disputa por equipes - Rebeca Andrade, Flávia Saraiva, Jade Barbosa, Júlia Soares e Lorrane Oliveira

🥉Brasil | Judô | Equipes mistas - Beatriz Souza, Rafaela Silva, Larissa Pimenta, Ketleyn Quadros, Daniel Cargnin, Rafael Macedo, Léo Gonçalves, Guilherme Schimidt, Rafael Silva e Willian Lima

🥉Bia Ferreira | Boxe | 60kg

🥉Gabriel Medina | Surfe

🥉Augusto Akio | Skate Park

🥉Edival Pontes "Netinho" | Taekwondo | -68kg

🥉Alison dos Santos | Atletismo | 400m com barreiras

🥉Brasil | Vôlei feminino

50 Outras Medalhas de Ouro

🏅 Eliminar Pedófilo no vôlei de praia 🏖️🏐

🏅Espanha chorona fora do pódio ⚽

🏅Augusto Akio faz malabarismo com o skate na boca 🛹

🏅Peitando o Dream Team e não perdendo por 40 como eles disseram, só por 35

🏅Primeira final de Ginástica Rítmica e uma atleta se esforçando para nos representar mesmo lesionada

🏅Kamehameha no pódio a pedido do filhinho

🏅Nossa cerimônia de abertura melhor de longe e a organização em geral também

🏅A linha ainda é mais rápida! Recorde do tuiteiro César Cielo se mantém

🏅Tiny Desk do Milton Nascimento

🏅 Futura medalhista de ouro olímpica na ginástica artística Ana Luísa Claro

🏅Sem medalha pra Turquia no vôlei

🏅Todas as melhores fotos das olimpíadas

🏅Todas as melhores comemorações enquanto os gringos ganham ouro com cara de tacho

🏅Filiprimos e Taiprimos brigando por quem é nosso melhor amigo

🏅 Melhores memes

🏅Tocando parado no bailão e o amor tem sabor em baixo da torre Eiffel após o ouro no vôlei de praia

🏅Todos os ouros foram de mulheres e todos tiveram pelo menos uma mulher preta

🏅 Representatividade míope por parte das nossa mulheres de ouro fofíssimas, Bia Souza e Rebeca Andrade

🏅Bia amassando uma Israelense

🏅 Rebeca pensando em receitas antes de saltar

🏅 Estados Unidos sofrendo e tendo que lutar para ficar na frente no quadro de medalhas, sua hegemonia cairá

🏅A música das olimpíadas O Show Tem Que Continuar com mil edits incríveis

🏅Nossa atleta paralímpica de tênis de mesa estreando já nas olimpíadas

🏅 Cachorrão batendo recorde com tempo que teria sido ouro em Tóquio

🏅 Cachorrão nadando a maratona aquática de 10 km sem ser ser dessa categoria só porque estávamos sem representante

🏅 Cachorrão desistindo de nadar do esgoto que é o sena no meio da prova

🏅 Nenhum dos nossos atletas aquáticos pegou difteria, leptospirose, gonorréia, sífilis, intoxicação alimentar, escorbuto, ou qualquer coisa nadando no esgoto ou comendo comida podre

🏅Ana Sátila competindo o tempo todo e amando os memes

🏅O nosso atleta que MUDOU DE PERNA NO SALTO por conta de lesões e conseguiu fazer uma performance ótima começando quase do zero

🏅A nossa jogadora de handebol carregando a jogadora Angolana lesionada e causando crises de sexualidade ao redor do mundo

🏅Rayssa Leal mantando aula para ser amuleto da sorte 🧚🏾‍♀️

🏅Não passou ainda, mas nosso teaser do Rio no encerramento de Londres vai ser muito melhor que o teaser de Los Angeles no encerramento de Paris

🏅Pessoas escrevendo RPF da Rebeca com a Simone

🏅O chute da Marta na cabeça daquela lá

🏅 Rafaela Silva tendo a chance de lutar e ganhar a lura decisiva do bronze de equipes

🏅Bronze em equipes com um atleta lutando na categoria de peso acima da sua

🏅Flavinha servindo looks competindo depois de abrir a cabeça

🏅Jade modas acabando com a crise estética do país

🏅A nossa esgrimista competindo com um tumor

🏅O 10 (9.9) do Medina

🏅Gente do mundo inteiro falando que é lindo assistir brasileiros alegres, desde as ginastas até os medalhistas no pódio

🏅 Primeiro não asiático ou europeu a disputar medalha no tênis de mesa

🏅 Thaísa marcando o ponto do bronze e ganhando uma terceira medalha olímpica antes de se aposentar

🏅Marta encerrando suas últimas olimpíadas sorrindo e beijando a mulher dela, com uma seleção feminina mais jovem que provou que a categoria lela qual ela lutou a vida inteira tem futuro

🏅Todo vídeo maravilhoso da Rebeca dançando ou até CANTANDO com as medalhas e soltando as madeixas maravilhosas na celebração, e o vídeo da mini Rebeca feliz de treinar com a Daiane dos Santos sem saber que ia fazer a Daiane chorar um dia

🏅A nossa celebração do bronze por equipes na ginástica ofuscando a celebração do ouro das estadunidenses

🏅Rebeca se tornando a maior medalhista olímpica da história do Brasil

🏅Cunhar o termo Dopados Unidos

🏅A cadelinha surfista Cacau ganhou ouro no surfe para cachorros

🏅Miss Simpatia: ouro em carisma de todos os brasileiros

Com 70 ouros nós estamos em primeiro lugar no quadro de medalhas

🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

Obrigada a todos pelo apoio ao Time Brasil!

Nos vemos no dia 28 para as Paraolimpíadas!

[jamesbarnesbestgirl]

Una Noble Reina - Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 - Son sus mensajeros 

Notes: - Insert stereotypical fanfiction is late excuse here -   

1 Month Prior To Your Move - Talokan - Underwater Cavern

It had been just over two months since K'uk'ulkan had made the decision to begin looking for Talokan’s queen once again. To say the search had been fruitful would be a gross overstatement. Much to the god’s chagrin he hadn’t even managed to start a proper search. His cousin Namora and one of his best generals Attuma had taken it upon themselves to help coordinate the search effort. This would not have been a problem if not for the fact that neither can agree on how to go about locating the queen. 

“We need to request the help of Wakanda. Scoping out the shoreline from a distance isn’t going to cut it.” Attuma boldly suggested. 

“The entire point of finding Le Reina is to have an advantage over the Wakandans. Asking for their help would be useless. We need data on known mutants of the surface world.” Namora contradicted in frustration as the two had begun arguing again. 

K'uk'ulkan shut his eyes tightly and groaned in frustration. He was at his wits end with their arguments. While both his generals had valid points the squabbles and slightly less than professional debates were getting on his nerves. 

Slowly rising from his spot in the room, K'uk'ulkan approached his generals. “You are both correct.” he stated, causing a silence to fall over the room. Both Attuma and Namora nod in acknowledgement and respect, patiently waiting for him to continue. “Attuma is right. We cannot passively assess shorelines as our sole source of scouting. However, I agree with Namora that now is not the time to ask the Wakandans for assistance.” he continued. 

“What do you suggest? K'uk'ulkan.” Namora asked respectfully, but with slight skepticism. 

“It is unfortunate, but I believe we require the assistance of surface dwellers. Although you are skilled, the blue of your skin when on the surface is not something that would go unnoticed, making it difficult to do any reconnaissance by anyone but myself.” he stated. 

“Whom do you suggest?” Attuma asked intrigued. 

“We should start with community leaders, people who were raised with the legends of Talokan. If they have respect for the legends they should be easier to convince to aid us in our search, while maintaining our secrecy. People who access large populations of people that they interact with.” he let his plan hang in the air. 

It was risky to reveal themselves, even to those who would respect and understand their position. K'uk'ulkan saw no other option that didn’t involve the Wakandans. 

Both Namora and Attuma gave a reassuring nod. Satisfied that his generals were finally on the same page, K'uk'ulkan could finally begin his search. 

“Let’s begin. Shall we?” He moves to walk past them out of his main hut.

2 Weeks Prior To Your Move - Sisal, Mexico

It was a little after 9pm. The sun had set a half hour ago and the calm darkness of the night was beginning to set in. The ocean was calm. The waves lightly lapped at the shore of the beach. Aapo was taking his usual nightly walk. The ocean had always given him a sense of peace. Proud of his Mayan heritage, Aapo had grown up  with stories of the lost people of the sea. Now well into his golden years he was a community leader of Sisal, passing on traditions to the generations that follow him with pride. 

As he continued along the beach he paused as the air around him shifted. The bird calls had suddenly ceased. Aapo turned himself toward the open ocean and took two steps towards the surf. Squinting at the water he noticed a shift in the calm beyond the breaking waves. 

Adjusting his eyes at first, Aapo stared in disbelief as three figures emerged from the crashing waves. The first, regal in stance and dress. Adorned with what appeared to be gold and jade. The other two figures were almost as striking. A man and a woman, flanking behind where the first figure stood in what appeared to be traditional warrior garb. 

Aapo gasped and took a few steps back as they drew closer. The two warriors had coverings on their faces which appeared to hold water within them, their skin was blue in color, but the most striking features belonged to the man leading the three. 

Wings on his ankles that were so white they reflected the moonlight, and ears that pointed to the sky. Aapo had grown up with the stories of the serpent god standing before him. It was unmistakable. He stood frozen as the trio came to a stop just past the surf. 

“A wojel mȧax lak’ en.” (You know who I am.) The god stated. Stunned at the address, Aapo took a moment to gather his reeling thoughts. 

“Je’el.” (Yes.)  He barely whispered, eyes boring into the man. It was as if the world stood still, frozen in a moment in time. 

To the left of the god Aapo noticed the male warrior rolling his shoulders, as if to intimidate him. The movement broke his gaze with K'uk'ulkan as Aapo eyed the warrior warily before returning his eyes to the king.

K'uk'ulkan glanced at the warriors, an unspoken order to wait passed between them. He continued up the beach stopping just short of arms length. “You are a spiritual leader amongst your community, no?” 

“I am.” Aapo said, the pride breaking through his voice. The king's eye twitched as he watched the elder man straighten his posture a bit.

“So you understand the gravity of me revealing myself to you.” Aapo nodded in acknowledgment. “I am looking for someone here on the surface. Someone important, whom I need to speak to in a manner of urgency.” Aapo listened intently to the god. “I have reason to believe they are somewhere within your community”

“Do you have a name?” Aapo asked. The king shook his head slightly. 

“Only a description. We seek the woman with the fire in her eyes.” Aapo’s thoughts began to race again. He tried to rack his brain with the women from his community, ones who could match such a vague description. 

“No such woman comes to mind, but it would be an honour to aid in your search.” Aapo gently bowed his head slightly in respect. 

“Attuma!” K'uk'ulkan spoke. Turning his attention to his left hand man. The warrior began to walk forward carrying a large shell. Aapo recognized the shell as a atecocolli. Attuma hands the shell to K'uk'ulkan, who turns it over in his hands before offering it to Aapo. 

“Search your community. When you find her, speak my name into this shell and place it in the ocean. I will make my way to you from there.” The king states as Aapo takes the shell in his hands. He admires the intricate markings and nods. 

“And if I am unable to locate her?” Aapo asked. 

“I will return every three months until I find her.” The king stated. 

With a final nod of acknowledgement Aapo takes a step back and the king turns to walk back into the sea as Aapo turns to begin the start of his journey along the beach back home. 

“Oh and one more thing.” Aapo goes to turn back only to be startled that the god is right in front of him. “Speak of this to no one. I’m sure you know the consequences if you don’t.” K'uk'ulkan looks him up and down with a dangerous smirk. 

Aapo swallows and lets out the breath he had been holding. “Of course." He says with severity. 

In the blink of an eye the god and his companions are gone leaving him alone on the beach. Two thoughts are on his mind, how is he going to find this woman and what will be the true consequences if he doesn’t. 

Present Day - Sisal, Mexico

Today was finally the day you were going to see the school where you will be working for the foreseeable future. Itzel’s parents had continued their welcoming hospitality all week. They had shown you around town, taken you to the local market and helped you and Itzel in securing a new small house to rent just down the road off the school. Now almost a week later you were finally settled in enough to go visit the school. 

You, Itzel and her mother were walking over to the school. You enjoyed the salt breeze that had become a comfortable constant in the lovely seaside town. As you approached the school you could see the outer walls adorned with climbing flowering vines with pink and orange blooms. Passing through the gate you entered the primary courtyard. Facing the entrance was a wall which held a beautiful mural which depicted children playing on a playground. The words Bienvenidos a Todos were written in bubbly calligraphy. 

“Oh Mrs. Kan! This is beautiful!” you exclaimed. 

Itzel’s mother turned to you with a brilliant smile. “Thank you. We take pride in providing a welcoming environment for our students so that they may thrive.” 

You followed her towards the left side of the courtyard. The school walls had beautiful windows that looked into the classrooms. Every few windows there was a door to enter each room. Mrs. Kan stopped in front of a nicely painted yellow door labeled 2A.  

“This one is your classroom.” She said while unlocking the door and opening it. “When our previous English teacher retired we repainted it and installed new white boards. I hope you like blue.” She chuckled as you stepped into the classroom. 

The room was moderated in size with 20 small desks neatly organized in four even rows. A calming shade of sky blue adorned the walls with two white boards at the front of the class room. Just to the left of the boards was a teaching desk with a matching chair. At the back there were two small half book shelves and what looked to be a crafting table with its height adjusted for children. 

“I know it’s a little bare bones but it should do the trick.” Itzel’s mother said while you observed the room.

“It’s perfect. Am I allowed to move the furniture around?” you ask. Already planning to change the rows of desks into learning pods. 

“Of course. Arrange it in a way that works best for your lesson plans.” she replied. “As I mentioned when we spoke about the position this school teaches Kindergarten to Grade 6. Our English program does not start until second grade so you will be working with Grade 2 - Grade 6.” 

“You should totally put a little reading nook right here!” Itzel said with excitement. She gestured over to the back corner which had a particularly large window facing the school's back garden. 

“That’s a great idea!” you smiled over at your friend. “I know you mentioned you had a book budget, and that the community had donated so old children's books I could use.” 

“Yes! The book donation was organized by a good friend of mine, Aapo. He should be dropping them off sometime soon-” Itzel’s mother was interrupted by a gentle knock on the classroom door. 

You turn and see a young man roughly your age in a white t-shirt and cargo shorts. He had a box of what you assume are books on his hip with one arm stabilizing it. 

“I don’t mean to interrupt but my dad and I have these books for the school. Is it okay if we put them in the classrooms for the teachers?” he said while readjusting the box.

“Ah, Balam! We were just speaking about those! Yes, yes come in!” Itzel's mother addresses the man, ushering him inside the classroom. “You can set them on the desks.” 

You smile as the young man gently places the books on a nearby desk. “Thank you.” you say.

“Oh dios, where are my manners! Balam please meet Y/N. She studied at university with Itzel and is here as our new English teacher.” Mrs. Kan said.

“I guess we will be neighbors then! I’m Balam, the second grade teacher. My classroom is just next door.” He introduced himself as the now four of you began to exit the classroom. 

“Where do you want these boxes son?” An older gentleman, whom you assumed is Aapo, approached your small group in the courtyard. 

Balam approached his father and reached over to grab the boxes he was carrying. “I’ve got it Dad. Say hello to our new English teacher Y/N” he said as he adjusted his grip on the boxes. 

Aapo looked from behind the boxes to smile at you and introduce himself but the smile briefly faltered. When you locked eyes with the older gentlemen you could swear he looked like he had seen a ghost, but just as you noticed you saw the boxes slipping out of his hands. 

“Careful dad.” Balam exclaimed. “I didn’t quite have a hold of them.” 

“Sorry son. Not as young as I used to be.” Aapo played off his shock. 

Once Balam had the boxes in hand Aapo reached over to shake your hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to Sisal.”

“Oh Aapo! Thank you for helping bring the books!” Itzel’s mother exclaimed. “You must come to dinner tonight as thanks. Y/N and Itzel, you’re expected there too.” She continued on while grabbing onto Aapo’s arm. 

You giggled at her antics as you and Itzel helped Balam place the remaining boxes in the other classrooms. 

To say the day so far was good was an understatement. As you walked back home with Itzel to get ready for family dinner that evening you couldn’t help but smile in anticipation. You already had some great ideas for the students and meeting a fellow teacher before the school year was putting you one step closer to feeling like you belonged. 

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As Aapo drove home with his son he was quiet. His mind was reeling. There was no mistaking it. You had the fire in your eyes just as the god had described, and now Aapo was trying to get home as quickly as possible. He needed to go to the beach.

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[mysteryshoptls]

Happy Winter Holiday Gift Calendar 2023

These are all the messages that you get from the boys when you log in during the Winter Holiday Campaign from 09 Dec 2023 to 31 Dec 2023! For those that want to read them again, you can find them in the Album, under GIFT CALENDAR 2023.

"How will you be spending the day?"

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle

I think I will go to the library today. There were someone's scribbles all over the book I borrowed yesterday, you see. It disrupts my focus, so I plan to find a replacement book. Seriously... It's a terrible crime to deface a book like this.

Ace

Today? Well, it's snowing outside, and I got no club practice, so maybe I'll check out on my streaming service a movie or show that catches my eye. I can stay warm and cozy in my room, all while munching on some snacks. Don'tcha think we deserve lazy days like this sometimes?

Deuce

I'm going to try to finish the assignments I got today, before the day ends. That's what an honor student should do, right? But... The first question is already a tough prac app question...? Right! Just gotta hunker down and get down to it!

Cater

Maybe I'll surf Magicam for some 'cammable spots that're only available in the winter. Stuff like diamond dust, or hotels made from ice... Knowin' they're only limited to the season really gets me psyched up!

Trey

It's pretty cold every day now, so I think I'll stock up on lemonade-ginger syrup. It'll warm you right up if you drink some. What, according to the Queen of Hearts' Laws, we can't have lemonade after 8 o'clock? Well, this has ginger in it, so it's a completely different drink, isn't it?

SAVANACLAW

Leona

No plans worth mentioning. What, not what you were expecting? Well, too bad. The campus is completely covered in snow, so the best thing for me to do is just to get back to my dorm room and relax while solving some chess problems.

Jack

The track team has practice today. But since it's supposed to snow in the afternoon, it may just end up being indoor training. It takes a while or the body to get limber in the winter. That means we need to extra thorough in our warming up exercises.

Ruggie

Obviously, I'm gonna be workin'! Today, I'm at a cake shop, and tomorrow I'm waitin' tables at a restaurant... The holidays are coming up, so 'tis the season for a ton of high-payin' temp jobs to fill my pockets, too! Shishishi!

OCTAVINELLE

Azul

As always, I will be awaiting everyone's visit to the Mostro Lounge. On a cold day such as this, we usually receive orders for dishes that are more common in the winter season. I'm sure today will be a rather busy day.

Jade

I thought perhaps I would make a herbarium. The atmosphere this time of year tends to be dry, so it is the perfect opportunity. How would you like to join me? No need to worry, I will show you how everything is done.

Floyd

Yesterday I saw someone wearing these boots lined with fur, and it looked kinda fascinating, so I thought I'd try to find some in town. I wonder if it's hard to walk in? If I find a good pair, I think I'll buy 'em and try 'em out.

SCARABIA

Kalim

Today, we have travelling salesmen from the Scalding Sands coming. I'm planning on buying a ton of stuff for the holidays! It's so exciting to think about what kind of treasure I might find! You should bring some friends over and check it out, too.

Jamil

There's no club activities today, so I plan to look into a few things. My family will be going on a trip over the holidays, you see. Tourist attractions, climate, local cuisine, souvenirs... Never a bad idea to gather too much information, don't you think?

POMEFIORE

Vil

I intend on picking up the spring coat I had on order. I'll also look for accessories that go with it while I'm out. Hm? It's too early to think about spring attire? If I wait to prepare everything for after it starts to get warmer, then I'll completely miss out on the season.

Epel

Snow's piling up again today, so I'm plannin' on clearing the magical shift field with the rest of my clubmates. Didn't bother me none, but the other guys were all dog-tired... Pathetic, ain't they?

Rook

I plan to check on the houseplants we are cultivating in the Science Club. Fufu, I wonder what sort of expressions they'll have today? I do hope there'll be some changes from yesterday that I'll get to enjoy.

IGNIHYDE

Idia

Obvi, just been hyperfixating on my online games, like always... Rather, why would you think I'd go out in cold weather like this in the first place? I recently overhauled the internet speed in the dorm, so it's crazy fast now lol. Gonna actually pull an all-nighter, it's been a while!

Ortho

It'll probably be a game day with my roommates, since the new game that I ordered online arrived. Physical games might take up more space, but I just can't help but want to actually collect my favorite games, y'know?

DIASOMNIA

Malleus

It's chilly today. The best thing to possibly do on days like this is to warm my room and enjoy some frozen treats. Perhaps I'll invite Lilia and the others later. Fufu... I suppose it's not a bad thing to be the one making preparations for them once in a while.

Silver

I will be practicing my swordsmanship with Father after this. I thought I would finish up my assignments beforehand, but... Before I realized it, I had fallen asleep and my notepad was completely blank. What should I do...?

Sebek

I plan to read the book I ordered from the Mystery Shop the other day. It's a book that I've been eagerly awaiting. Grandfather was the one to recommend it to me, so I must read it over and over again and tell him my thoughts on it!

Lilia

We have band practice today. However... When it gets cold like this, my fingers get numb and hard to move. Hm? Naah, I already have the songs memorized. It's really only about staying in rhythm with the other members!

OTHERS

Grim

Brrr, it's cold～! Hey, henchie! Today we're gonna stay cozy under that "ＫＯＴＡＴＳＵ" thingie. We'll have some snacks and play some games together... Myaha! Today's totally gonna be a blast!

Requested by Anonymous.

[you-shiny-thing]

I was thinking about what Pokémon would suit which frame, and I mean,

Yareli and Primarina + Mantine

Primarina's design is perfect for Yareli, they're both water-themed magical girls, and with Mantine joining in as a known fan of surfing, which is as close as it gets to k-driving in the Pokémon world.

Jade and Mega Gardevoir

They look like siblings separated into different universes: they have the same colours, the same silhouette... I want them to meet,, maybe put together a coordinator contest or a duet.

Volt and Zeraora

They're both high speed electric fellas, I can see them doing parkour together with Volt boosting them and Zeraora's lightning sparking all around them. And besides, considering Zeraora collects electricity, I imagine it could charge up from Volt's electricity and use that to zap whoever comes in their way.

Garuda and Weavile

Vicious and clawed, they're both ready for a good mauling any time. You cannot tell me a Pokémon version of Garuda would not learn every and all moves that imply usage of claws.

Oberon and Sawsbuck

Hoof buddies! They both have a serene feel to me, but then again, deer are known for being silly and getting spooked easily, so I just want to imagine these two traveling in the woods and jumping at shadows, giving people of Cetus the silliest trail cam footage.

[thelorelounge]

The Monkey King. Sun Wukong. Trickster, warrior, chaos incarnate with a fur coat and a chip on his shoulder the size of Mount Huaguo. Strap in, because this is not your grandma’s fairy tale. This is an epic with cosmic bureaucracy, flaming mountains, immortal peaches, and a monkey who looked the heavens in the eye and said, “You and what army?”

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The Monkey King: A Tail of Rebellion, Redemption, and Really Bad Decisions

Once upon a time—because all great nonsense begins that way—there was a rock. Not just any rock, mind you. This was a celestial, star-stuffed, probably-radioactive boulder perched atop the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. And one day, because the cosmos was feeling quirky, this rock split open and out popped a monkey.

Yes. A literal monkey.

But not your average banana-chomping, flea-picking tree-hopper. This monkey—Sun Wukong, as he would later be known—was born already smarter than your average philosopher and about ten times more arrogant. He crowned himself king of the monkeys within the week. Modesty was not his strong suit.

Life was peachy (pun fully intended), but immortality? That’s the real flex. So our boy Wukong trotted off to learn the ways of Taoist immortals, where he picked up a few minor skills like cloud-surfing, shapeshifting, cloning himself via hair plucking (don’t ask), and not dying. Ever.

Now here’s where it gets spicy.

Wukong crashes Heaven’s party—not metaphorically. He literally breaks into the Jade Emperor’s celestial palace and demands recognition. Heaven, being the polite but catastrophically passive-aggressive institution it is, offers him a job: Keeper of the Heavenly Horses. Basically, he’s promoted to stable boy.

Wukong, ever the diva, is Not Amused. He quits (violently), rebrands himself “The Great Sage Equal to Heaven,” and carves it into every available surface. Heaven panics. They invite him back, give him a fake title, and try to distract him with divine snacks. But Sun Wukong is like a toddler with a sugar high and a vendetta. He raids the Queen Mother’s peach banquet (those peaches grant eternal life—yep, he eats all of them), drinks the Jade Emperor’s wine, and empties the Elixir of Immortality like it’s happy hour.

Eventually, Heaven calls in the big guns: Buddha himself. Sun Wukong bets he can leap out of Buddha’s hand. Buddha smiles the way only someone who knows how this ends can smile.

Spoiler: Wukong fails.

Cue one magical, sky-scraping palm, one trick of divine perspective, and boom—our monkey boy is trapped under a mountain for 500 years. No parole. No snacks.

But wait. There’s more.

Enter Tripitaka: a mild-mannered monk with the spine of a soggy dumpling but the heart of a saint. Heaven assigns him a quest to retrieve sacred scriptures from India. Guess who gets parole for good behavior (and a magical headband that tightens whenever he acts up)? Yep. Monkey’s back, baby.

Along the way, they collect a team: a gluttonous pig demon (Zhu Bajie), a morose river ogre (Sha Wujing), and a dragon-turned-horse (don’t ask). Together, they face demons, traps, trials, and enough allegory to give your English teacher a migraine.

And Wukong? He goes from menace to monk. From chaos incarnate to celestial protector. From “I do what I want” to “I’ll protect you with my life”—though he grumbles the whole way.

Eventually, they succeed. Scriptures secured. Karma balanced. Monkey redeemed.

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The End. Or, The Beginning. Depends Who You Ask.

Sun Wukong is one of the greatest antiheroes ever penned—equal parts divine power and primal chaos, with a redemption arc that slaps harder than his golden staff (which, by the way, can shrink to needle size or flatten armies depending on his mood).

His story is the spine of Journey to the West, but let’s be honest: without Wukong, it’d just be a long walk with a nervous monk and a hungry pig.

So next time you hear someone say “monkey business,” just remember—it might be divinely sanctioned mischief.