#ocean & boris

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Ecco The Dolphin - Boris Vallejo and Julie Bell

[lepetitdragonvert]

La petite sirène / The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen

Éditions ipomée - albin michel

1998

Artist :Boris Diodorov

[krumpkin]

Painting by Boris Ivanov 🤓

[m4sonn]

Never tell me your favs ever.

[alex4735]

A mermaid

[midnightfire830]

How big is lion fish cuphead and what does he eat ,is he omnivore or carnivorous,does mugman exist in this au?????? Please answer 😭🙏🏾

Merman Cuphead is around, idk, lets say 7 feet long minimum. Him and his pod (the other questers) are omnivores. They eat a lot of fish, shellfish, and seaweed among other things.

Mugman does exist in this AU, in fact all the questers do, I just haven’t gotten around to drawing anything. (The Cuphead drawing was an old design I made but never finished bc motivation left me high and dry. Then after watching a YouTube vid of mermaids I got a sudden burst of motivation to finish it.)

I can, however, tell you what fish species I will be basing Mugman after! I’m tossing between two ideas a Blue Peacock Cichilid or a Blue Tang.

If I go with the Cichlid He’ll look like your more standard merperson. With the Blue Tang the tail is a little different and the markings might make some changes. So. Yeah.

Personally I’m leaning more towards the Cichlid bc I’m obsessed with the colors and the opportunities it gives me in drawing. Idk. We’ll see!

Thanks so much for the ask! I’d be more than happy to answer any other questions you have!

[charlott2n]

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[blackcatxmagic]

"Maybe for you," Ocean replied, smiling at Boris. "You're probably used to it by now." Admittedly Ocean didn't like what Boris was describing, but they weren't things that surprised him; he'd heard about what it was like living in an area with snow. He was still excited for it. "Maybe after this year, I won't like it so much, but at least I'll know. And it's kind of hard to get into the holiday spirit when you're sweating in your Christmas sweater."" Ocean told Boris. "But I do like having a change in seasons already. I hate that it's almost always so hot in Southern California."

Still worried that he'd overshared, Ocean felt a bit better upon hearing Boris's reply. And despite the fact that he didn't want to dwell on that feeling, he found himself talking about it still. "I wonder sometimes if some people don't really fit in anywhere," Ocean said, giving voice to a secret fear of his. "And if we don't belong anywhere now, will ever belong? Will we ever find out place? I think about that all the time, especially lately." He was bound and determined to make Cardinal Hill his home, and he didn't like the idea of leaving now that he was reconnecting with Forest and Sunshine. They could be his home. As Boris talked, Ocean listened to them describe what it was like here for them, and he gave them a sad little smile. So Boris could understand how Ocean felt. "That's how it was at the commune when I left," he replied. "It wasn't always like that, and I don't think it was anything they were doing there. It was me." He thought about how to phrase it before settling on, "It's like I was a piece of that puzzle, but then the puzzle changed, and I no longer fit." A second later though, Ocean realized that wasn't quite right. "That's not it," he went on. "The puzzle didn't change. I did. The piece is what's different, not the puzzle." Either way, he no longer fit, and he felt like Boris would understand. "It's hard feeling like you don't belong in the place where you grew up," Ocean said, giving Boris a reassuring little smile.

Ocean laughed with Boris as they talked about their friends. "Is it weird that I kind of want to watch it now?" he asked. "I want to see if it has the same effect on me as it did them." There was a lock on his bathroom door at home, or worst case, he'd take baths until he got over it if the movie freaked him out. And besides, it might not be so bad with a friend. At Boris's question, Ocean replied, "I'm actually free all day today. When do you get off work? I'm free tomorrow too." Really Ocean was free most of the time unless he was working.

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"Meh, white Christmases are overrated," Boris said, still with a smile, scrunching their nose. Their family wasn't one to really celebrate Christmas anyways, at least not how the rest of Cardinal Hill did. "They're fun when you're a kid and school's out, but you got to make sure the heating works, that you have enough warm clothing, that you don't get sick..." They realized that they might just be ruining Ocean's excitement. "But it is a pretty sight, and playing around in the snow's really great, too. And, well, the whole town looks absolutely beautiful, of course, all decked out for the holidays."

Their smile slowly faded when Ocean made his comment about his stay at Cardinal Hill. "Oh... Jeez, I'm sorry. Feeling out of place is the worst. It's just..." Boris made a little gesture with their shoulders, between a shrug and a shiver. "You end up feeling so jealous of everyone else who seems so comfortable in their own skin. Right?" They scratched their cheek. Most probably it wasn't like that for Ocean, most likely thye were just talking about themselves, expecting everyone else to feel like they did. "It's okay, let it out. I don't mind," they said with a smile. "And, uh... Yeah, I've lived in Cardinal Hill my whole life. My parents, though, they're from out of town. And they tend to keep to themselves, so it's kind of, I'm a local, but barely, sometimes. I've been everywhere around here, I know every block, but I don't feel like I'm particularly tethered here, you know?"

They chuckled when Ocean mentioned his friend, though they were a little surprised to learn he grew up in a commune. "Same thing happened to a buddy of mine, when we were little. Poor kid could barely sleep. It's a real testament to how effective movies can be, even when they're that old." Well, Boris had been born less than a decade after it was released; so maybe it wasn't that old, really. And then their eyes shone, when they were offered to watch the movie along with him. "Yeah, sure! It's been a while since I've seen it, but I remember loving it. And watching movies with others is way more fun. When would you like to?"

'Things to leave behind'. Intriguing. Boris' overactive imagination already began conjuring images of smuggling, money laundering, drug trafficking, cults, all the scary stories told to small-town folks to keep them terrified and content with their lot. As dangerous as it all sounded to them, it only wanted them to leave Cardinal Hill even more. "It's nice to know you have people who got your back, especially when you're feeling lost," they thought out loud.

[kiryoutann]

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃! 𝐀𝐔 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ::: 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀

LOST AT SEA MASTERLIST (COMING SOON). GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST.

Reincarnation should be a good thing, right? A new chance in life, to become yet another soul chosen to navigate the world once again. Until it isn't.

In the first life, mermaid! reader meets a prince charming. They call him "Ajax" - you learn this after eavesdropping on the mortals' conversation from behind a rock.

Of course, your siblings have warned you about those two-legged landlubbers - that they are cruel, they are merciless and greedy.

"By Poseidon, sister – don't you dare go to shore again. They'll catch you like they did Ariana! They'll descale your fins and take your heart for who knows what!"

When one of your sisters said that, you just nodded pretending to understand. But, well, someone's gotta be the Ariel of the family.

Because it was impossible that Ajax could be the same as those cruel humans.

I mean, don't your brothers and sisters see how he treats animals? That slobbering furry thingy that always follows him every time he wants to go sailing? Mortals call him "Boris". That Boris creature.

Somehow, fate brought you two together. Even the sea and land cannot separate the two of you.

"He promised to marry me, sister!" you said to one of your sisters.

"And you believe him? How will you make sure he will keep his promise, sister? Oh, don't tell me… you've given him that?"

For mermaids, love is not a luxury, but a precious resource. They are said to have just one chance at love in their lifetimes.

When they foolishly give their hearts to a renegade, fate decrees that they shall forever dwell in a state of limbo, torn between the land and the sea. This means that they cannot survive for long on dry land, nor can they venture too far into the depths of the ocean. Instead, they are forced to live on the edge, forever caught between two worlds, no longer able to fully commit to land or sea.

But, Ajax wouldn't do that, right? He is too good, and loves you too much to betray you.

Wrong. Because the night before your wedding, Ajax betrayed you. With another woman.

Every land has a history. The modern era Blue Lagoon is no exception.

In each wave that washes upon its shores holds within it tales of the past, a silent whisper of the countless stories that have shaped the present.

Someone said, before becoming an island exclusively for old money and celebrities, the land once saw the great fury of mother nature.

The storm was so cruel that an entire kingdom was wiped out without a trace. On the other hand, people full of fairy tales say that it was the work of a broken-hearted mermaid.

And when actor! Ajax moved to the said island after breaking up with his cheating girlfriend, he almost laughed from how stupid it sounded. In fact, local people here believe it enough that some people in his circle constantly discuss the existence of a mermaid amidst the champagne and celebrations.

"I think the people here are quite creative. Should submit a script, maybe a director will accept it for a movie." he says. His way of making conversation in his first meeting with the highest paid model of the century - you.

But, when this is Ajax's second life, it is not yours. These cruel centuries have destroyed many but your grudges - your memories.

People are talking about lost kingdoms? About mermaids? As you sipped your champagne and smiled fakely at Ajax, in your heart you knew the truth.

That, indeed, there was an empire before it crumbled. There was love before betrayal. There were mermaids before humans.

And now, caught between land and seas - as a supermodel, you stand before the very vessel that once belonged to your former treacherous lover.

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[animalsalvationassociation]

A.S.A. Octonauts Headcanons:

Pt. 1 — Barnacles (1/2):

Childhood & Younger Years . . . ft. Barnacles’ sister Bianca

His full name is Barnacles Dour Seaver II, he was named after his (now) late father.

Bianca’s real name is Sedna Denali Seaver and was named after her great great grandmother. But when she went to college in the UK no one could pronounce it so she changed it to Bianca.

Her mother happened to do the same thing at her age because of the social standards of having a “normal” name.

Barnacles respects his sister’s wishes to call her Bianca, at least in public, so Sedna has become more of a family used name.

Barnacles grew up in their family Lighthouse with Bianca, his mother Beatrice, as well as their father and grandfather. The lighthouse was built by his ancestors to help wayward boats up north and has been cared for, for over ten generations.

Their family actually has native blood running through them, and have always lived quietly beside the ocean. Only when the lighthouse was built did they officially settle down. Before that they were travelers and participated in special hunting traditions and ceremonies.

In order to continue those traditions Barnacles’ family, as well as many others, meet together once a year to hunt on the sea ice.

Their father was a trades/fisherman within the markets of the north. Unfortunately one year their father’s ship disappeared in a horrible storm when Bianca and Barnacles were only seven.

Their grandfather eventually died some weeks later from heartbreak. That’s when their Auntie Juliette decided to come live with them. Their mother got very sick due to her own ailing heart, forcing the twins to grow up faster than they should’ve in order to take care of their mother.

Natquik, in his own way, became the father Barnacles needed and was always there when it was most important, especially when it came to the rest of his family. It’s because of Natquik that Barnacles was inspired to join the military (or in this case the navy).

Natquik was the one to teach him how to play the Accordion.

A few months after his father disappeared Barnacles fell into the ice hole, it was a very vulnerable time for him. It took several hours for the scouts to get Barnacles out, even then they were still forced to get their scout leaders because of how unstable the ground was, as well as the lack of supplies. He was always grateful to them, especially his sister who refused to leave him behind.

Because of where they lived they had very few friends growing up, and most of them were polar bears. Boris was the first friend he ever made that lived in the ocean, sparking his curiosities about the world beneath the waves.

He did his best to work hard in his studies, hoping to grow his knowledge on the ships that sailed past his little island home.

Barnacles and Bianca made a pact when they were kids that they would always be there for one another no matter where they went in the world. And they keep that promise to this very day.

Barnacles joined the navy as soon as he was old enough while Bianca went off to study English and Social Sciences in London.

By that time a Professor by the name of Lwazi Ntuli had created specialized suits for creatures who otherwise wouldn’t be able to breathe/function in places that weren’t their natural territory. And to test them they were given out to those who earned scholarships from out of the way places such as the Arctic, Antarctic, the seas/ocean, etc, etc.

While studying abroad Bianca rekindled her relationship with an old friend (another polar bear) who was also studying in London at the time. After some odd years they fell in love and married, he eventually became Orson and Ursa’s father.

Unfortunately only a few months after Bianca announced that she was expecting, they got in a car accident and her husband passed away within an hour of arriving at the hospital.

Barnacles didn’t find out until after the twins were born. It shattered his heart to see his sister like this, and he promised himself that it would never allow himself to loose contact again.

Bianca and the twins now live with her mother Beatrice and Auntie Juliette in the lighthouse. Bianca now plans to raise them as she works on her novels. While Barnacles is set to protect the world, Bianca is preparing to take on the role of lighthouse keeper to protect the ships that her ancestors were so keen to watch over.

The Seaver Family:

Barnacles Dour I (Father, Deceased), Beatrice (Tribe name unknown, Mother) Barnacles Dour II, Sedna Denali (Bianca, Twin Sister), Orson (Nephew), Ursa (Niece), Natsiq (Nati, Brother-In-Law), Auntie Juliette (Beatrice’s Sister, Tribe name unknown), Sesi (Grandfather on his dad’s side, Deceased), Lusa (Grandmother on his dad’s side, Deceased–Died before the twins were born)

(Beatrice’s Mother/Father, Deceased. Barnacles and Bianca never had a chance to meet them. Their mother doesn’t talk about them very often. Their grandparents were very dear to their mother and aunt.)

Other Headcanons . . .

Captain Barnacles ( 2 ) / Kwazii / Peso / Dashi / Tweak / Shellington / Inkling / The Vegimals

[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

(Note: I decided to change when the cubs were born as I wanted them to be a little older during present time Above and Beyond. I'm still figuring out the timeline so you'll have to forgive me.)

[dahliarosebud]

- Love Is A war Series ~ Aemond x Reader

• Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

• HOTD MASTER-LIST

• FANDOMS-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: nail biting, mentioned war, conflict, hinted abuse, mentioned grief/just grief, mentioning of funerals

Synopsis: After bending the knee, Rhaenyra is now your Queen. You have made your bed, but the question still lies whether you will lie in it or just ruffle the sheets. All the while your father - Daemon - is quick to jump into war.

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It was beautiful. You had to admit. The way the orange illuminated under the table. The way the cold room warmed from the fire after the biting cold of outside which the stone never truly kept out.  

I stood beside Baela awaiting Rhaenyra, my heart thumped with every impending echoey footstep that haunted the halls. I was not afraid. No. More in awe, in a sense, to see a woman sit the throne or will sit the throne. It was breathtaking. That was the true beauty. 

The orange glow was hers. Her castle. Her council. Her crown. Her throne. Her war table.  

But our war. 

I bowed my head as my father's voice rang through as he listed Rhaenyra's titles. They swam in my head - so surreal. Rhaenyra stepped forward, honking metal following until she fell short, the men only one toe behind. None of them blinked. A warning. The unsettling feeling of unbatting-eyed clunking metal men behind you, are all too familiar. But they listened to her. Their Queen. 

They stepped back some and remained in place.  

I watched as Rhaena moved forward cup in hand, "Wine my Queen." Rhaenyra seemed unsettled, hesitating to take the cup, but still my mother's smile lay perfect on my little sister's face. 

"Thank you, Rhaena." Her voice was still soft. Mothering. "Come." 

Rhaenyra continued her path forward with Rhaena a step behind her before she turned to Baela nodding for her to follow with a small gentle smile as her eyes met mine. Baela looked at our grandsire for permission before moving in step just a short pace behind. They all gathered around the table.  

I moved closer to Rhaenys. 

It was silent. For a minute. Nothing, but crashing waves and flittering ocean breeze. All eyes remained on the Queen. Awaiting judgement. Awaiting anything at all.  

"What is our standing?" The only place she seemed to be able to look was at my father.  

"We have thirty knights, one hundred and three hundred men-at-arms. Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves a lot to be desired..." my father's voice seemed to drone on, but all I could hear still were his silent cries on the beach. Mournful cries. So similar. Like those I cried at my mother's funeral.  

Strange how age doesn't influence grief. Just the person who was lost. 

I watched as Jace placed pieces onto the board. Each house which has (so far) rallied to our side. "Lord Boris Baratheon will need to be reminded of his father's promises." Rhaenyra's voice carried and silence followed.  

I looked to the floor. The way my dress skirted across my shoes. The clinking of metal against wood was loud. Like when Aegon used to whack at Aemond's wooden sword with his steel one. I jumped as the Queen's voice flowed in my direction. 

"What news from Driftmark?" I raised my head to look at my grandmother. Her head remained high, her shoulders back. She emanated confidence. Embodied it even. I followed suit. 

It was unnerving how Rhaenyra's eyes bore into what almost felt the space in-between. Unwavering. "Lord Corlys sails to Dragonstone."  

Her voice was soft compared to my father's biting tone, "To declare for his Queen." Confidence never wavered between the two of them. It was clear to anyone here that they had never seen eye to eye.  

No addressing my father, "The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke. He decides where they sail." Her voice was steady, soft and calm. Despite my father's glaring from the head of the table. 

"We shall pray for both you and your husband's support. Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snake's return to good health," Rhaenys looked down and swallowed as Rhaenyra's words sat on her shoulders, "There's no port on the Narrow Sea would dare to make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet." Rhaenyra turned away. 

I studied my grandmother's face. Stoic, but with a small smile. Pride? Jealousy? One would not know until it falls from the lips that stayed purse on the face of a woman who should have been. She turned slightly to look me in my eyes. I smiled softly at her. Her lips remained unmoving. Permanent. Unwavering.  

Unlike loyalty it seems.  

"Pray forgive my bluntness, Your Grace, but talk of men is moot. Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria. Dragons." Silence once again cut. Deep and harsh.  

"The Greens have dragons as well," Rhaenyra seemed nervous as she rang her hands.  

"They have three adults, by my count," my father cut in, "We have Syrax, Caraxes, and Meleys." Rhaenys tilted her head. "Your sons have Vermax, Arrax, and Tyraxes. Baela has Moondancer and Y/n has Selene." I bit the inside of my cheek.  

"Daemon. None of our dragons have been to war," Rhaenyra's tone seemed final. 

Yet, my father persisted. "There are also unclaimed dragons. Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Vermithor and Silverwing dwell on the Dragonmont, still riderless." I looked over to Rhaena. She looked nervous as she watched my father, "Then there are the three wild dragons, all. of whom nest here." 

"And who is to ride them?" 

I turned away to the sound of slapping feet on stone. Erryk moved to meet him. A messenger. A harbinger of sorts. "...surround King's Landing with the dragons. And we could have every Green head mounted one spikes before the fucking moon turns." 

"Your Grace. A ship has been sighted offshore: a lone galleon, flying a banner of a three-headed green dragon," I felt my blood run cold and my mouth sour. Sweat began to prickle on my skin.  

"Alert the watchtowers. Sight the skies," my eyes trailed after my father. He seemed at home, interwoven with chaos. The blue in his veins. Rhaenyra remained.  

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I stood in the middle of the mass. I could see the top of my father's head pacing as he awaited the opposition. My chest squeezed in distaste as Otto Hightower came into view, his own men - his grandson's men - his daughter's men trailing behind him.  

Otto stopped just far enough that he'd still be able to hear over the waves, the sun painting an orange sky behind him. Ember-ed fire. "I come at the behest of the Dowager Queen Alicent, mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. I've been directed to deliver her message only to Princess Rhaenyra. Where is the princess?" 

I smiled a little at the familiar screech of Syrax as the beat of wings flew overhead. Rhaenyra circled Otto and his men as they all looked up, bodies twisting to follow her movements. And in the setting sun you could proudly see the glowing gold that sat upon her head. She landed behind the knights who all turned quickly as they leaned back as Syrax bellowed from where she is perched on the ledge.  

They all parted as she walked down the middle, head held high. Her silver hair swayed gently as she came to stand next to my father. Otto stared after her, his mouth slightly ajar. "Princess Rhaenyra." 

"I'm Queen Rhaenyra now." She did not waver. My gaze drifted to see my father staring at her before my eyes fell back onto her, "And you are all traitors to the realm." 

"King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name...in his wisdom and desire for peace..." Syrax gently gurgled and snapped her jaws "...is offering terms." I rolled my eyes. Aegon can hardly get a sentence out over his blubbering. Were these Aegon's terms or his mother's? 

"Acknowledge Aegon as King and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne. In exchange, His Grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone. It will pass to your true born son, Jacaerys, upon your death. Lucerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heir to Driftmark and all the lands and holdings of House Velaryon." I could see my father growing restless as he shifted from one foot to another. 

"Your sons by Prince Daemon will also be given places of high honor at court: Aegon the Younger as the King's squire, Viserys as his cupbearer," my tongue kissed at my teeth. My little brother's cupbearers, practically servants to a drunken man who calls himself King while his mother practically sits the throne for him, "Finally, his King, in his good grace, will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent." Otto's voice grew rough as he got louder. 

No one moved. And I didn't dare breathe, scared to make sound or the tiniest movement. "I would rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them carry shield and cups for your drunken usurper cunt of a King." I chewed at the sore spot of my cheek to keep from laughing. 

"Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne. He wears the Conqueror's crown, wields the conqueror's sword, has the conqueror's name." And still a man pretending to be someone he's not. Like a child playing dress up before her being caught by one of her Septa's. "He was anointed by a sexton of the Faith before the eye of thousands. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him." 

I felt a pit form, ready to gather dread, at the bottom of my stomach as Otto began to list Noble Houses who are all considering siding with the Greens. With Aemond. "Stole oaths will not put you on the throne princess," Otto moved forward and the Queen's Guard all moved, ready to draw their swords. Awaiting the words. 

Ready for warm crimson to drip from the cold edge.  

I fell back from the mass as Rhaenyra moved forward as I turned to make my way back inside the castle. "Fucking traitor," rained out across the loud as Syrax once again gurgled. I turned to see the Hand's Pin flung into the crashing sea below.  

I felt content.  

I hurried up the winding walk, my hands picked up the skirt of dress so I could move faster. Syrax's agitated roar called behind me just as I made it through the doors where two men allowed me in. I raced through the courtyard to where people still battled in quiet corners of their own, before the doors were opened to allow me in.  

I retraced my steps back to my chambers. The fire was dim, casting dancing shadows all around, for my eyes to trace as I removed my cloak. Allowing it to pool to the floor. Quickly I made my way back to the war room. 

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I stood in the spot I was previously watching my father's and Rhaenyra's argument unfold. Rhaenyra doesn't want to rule over "ash and bone" and still my father does not, will not offer her such luxury. It is clear he lives through her. He wishes it was his head haloed by a golden crown. But alas it is not.  

My father all but marched to stand in front of the fireplace. The whole room was set alight, my father's shadow cast small across the table, but still large enough to loom. 

"Clear the room." Simultaneously, everyone made their way out. Rhaenyra still staring at my father. Neither have moved from their current positions. My father's chest is heaving with anger. Like that night. 

I fell into step with Jace and Luke. "Hello," I greeted both, kindly, awkwardly. Jace stared at my face before turning away and walking up ahead, Luke turned to offer me a smile before quickening his pace to walk with his brother once again. I stopped as knights and men and the Maester weaved around me as I watched the two boys walk away.  

This is what it is to mourn a friendship rather than someone individually. The hairs on the back of my neck raised as I felt a hand press on my left shoulder, my hand moving to grab the handle of my dagger. "It is just me sweet girl," I felt the tension ease, but my shoulders ache. Everything aches. 

I smiled a tired smile. Only now I realize why Rhaenys’ is so familiar. It’s the same. 

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I paced in front of my - now reignited - fireplace. My dress was uncomfortable with the way it rubbed against my collar bones. My thumb nail had started to bleed as the skin around it is tared and snagged at by my clenched teeth. My eyes are turned down watching my fast and careful repetitive steps. My stomach lurched with dizziness.  

I stopped to look at the exposed steel of my sword that rested on the chest at the foot of my bed. The mirror like metal glittered orange licks of fire. I sucked gently at my wounded thumb before dropping it to my side and grabbing the arm with my other hand. An insecure sense of security that could break with simple rejection. 

I turned to the soft knock at my door. I sucked in an aching breath before walking forward. Scoldingly freezing iron grasped in my hand as I released my breath. I pulled the door open. My heart stuttered in my chest with surprise. Having half expected my father or Rhaenys, but neither stand in my door. Instead Jacaerys stands in their place. A welcome, nerve-racking sight. 

“Jace,” I breathed as he pushed past me, “what are you doing here?” The question felt foreign in my mouth, my back turned to him as I softly shut my door with a quiet ‘clunk’. 

“Why?” 

I stopped, my hand still on the metal doorknob, “What?” 

“I just want to know why him? Out of everyone why him?” His voice seemed far and yet; I could feel his eyes so close. I could practically feel his breath on the back of my neck. My skin itched. I wanted to scratch it raw. 

I pressed my forehead to the wood and squeezed my eyes shut, “it’s simple really,” I opened my eyes to brown before turning to see the younger stood where I was pacing moments ago, “I love him. I always have.” 

“And yet you bent the knee.” 

“And yet I bent the knee.” 

“Why?” 

I huffed at his constant questions, but he deserved an answer. A reason rather than an excuse. I walked towards him, were ye level now. How strange. I remember when he was shorter. How he was so small. How quiet and high his voice was. But here he is all grown up in front of my eyes and still I blinked, and I missed it. 

“Because Jace, my duty and honor lie with family rather than love that can easily be lost as easily as it was found, and yet still...” I paused trying to swallow around the lump in my throat. 

“Still?” he questioned his eyes watching my face for anything. Anything at all. 

“Still, I love him despite everything. I still yearn for him. I know that you know that feeling all too well. Wanting something you can’t have that is.” 

His face bloomed red, “I don’t know what you speak of.” 

“I was there you know. I saw how you looked at Haelena when you danced together, but that’s all it can be, a look. Anything else is dangerous, jeopardizing. As you have seen,” my voice fell tight at the end. My bones ached for Aemond and still my chest stirred with unease. “Do not worry Jace you will make for a wonderful husband for my sister, I have no doubt.” 

He nodded as he looked down at his shoes. I smiled. I have missed Aemond, but all the while I had never realized how much I have missed this. Missed my siblings. “Get some rest, we will both need some for tomorrow.” 

I escorted him out, my head peeking out the gap as his silhouette faded into the black of the hall. 

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TAGS:

@callsignwidow

[reneedenoailles]

imani & prima get behind me

Worst character on this app (poll based on the names from the comments)

[exhaled-spirals]

« What an ordeal! Sixteen years... Sixteen years sitting on hard benches... Sixteen years of alternating schemes and honesty. Sixteen years of boredom—and what remains of it? Faint, scattered images... the smell of new books on October 1st, the leaves that we drew, the disgusting belly of the frog dissected in biology […]. And all these great fears on exam days, that we later forget... A regularity of habits... It was limited to that... but do you know, Mr. Brul, that it is despicable, to impose on children a regularity of habits which lasts sixteen years? It falsifies time, Mr. Brul. Real time is not mechanical, divided into hours, all equal... real time is subjective... we carry it within ourselves...

Get up at seven every morning... Lunch at noon, go to bed at nine o'clock... and you will never have a night to yourself... never will you know that there is a moment, as the waxing tide remains, for a time, still, before waning, when night and day mingle and merge, and form a feverish delta similar to that which rivers make when they meet the Ocean. Sixteen years of night were stolen from me, Mr. Brul. I was made to believe, in sixth grade, that entering seventh grade should be my only progress... […] I was moving along a corridor without beginning, without end, in tow of imbeciles, preceding other imbeciles. We move through life with fake habits... As we put bitter powders in tablets, so you can swallow them without difficulty... but you see, Mr. Brul, I know now that I would have liked the true taste of life. »

— Boris Vian, L'Herbe rouge

[blazeberrychaos]

Cuphead Fear Headcanon

Cuphead:The Dark

Mugman:being alone

King Dice: being forgotten

The devil:not much scares him BUT he is deeply disturbed by beetles

Psycarrot (i am going by their fanon names):Horses or Rabbits

Ollie: damn near everything scares him

Moe:Rats

Ribby:he is a sore loser so losing is his biggest fear

Croaks:death,he's scared of death

Goopy:Loud noises (like sudden loud noises,it's also why he doesn't go anywhere near Beppi)

Hilda: falling,she doesn't mind heights but she's scared of falling from those heights

Cagney:Weed Killer

Baroness Von Bon Bon:Roaches

Sir Waffington III: the dark

Muffsky Chernikov: being eaten alive by something

Sargent Gumbo Gumbull:heights,he hates them

Lord Gob Packer:hammers

Kernel Von Pop:Outer Space or the Ocean

Beppi: Thunder Storms

Djimmi:Needles

Grim Matchstick:Shouting and anger

Wally:Blood

Willy(Wally's Son):Germs

Rumor:the night

Officer B Honor (the cop bee in rumors boss fight):birds

Captain Brineybeard:Fire

Cala Maria:Strangers

Sally Stageplay:Judgement

Werner Werman:being stared at

Blind Spector:The Sun

T Bone:children

Blaise(one of the lollipops ghouls or whatever the name of them is):Water

Bolt(the other one ⬆️):Silence he has a fear of silence

Head of the Train:Crashing

Dlc characters:

Glumstone the Giant:People

Walter (the spider mob boss):holes

Charlotte(the light bug):small spaces

Anthony (the anteater):illness/disease

Sheldon:cats

Esther Winchester:The snow

Mortimer:he won't ever admit it but he is scared of horses so naturally he hates the knight

Captain Samantha (the howling aces captain??? Pilot??? Idfk the female):accidents

Boris (the bulldog):ants

(Now onto the yankee yippees)

Bones:Death

Bingo:cats

Baxter:touch

Buggy:reptiles

Kings leap:

The King:Birds

The queen: Rats

Pawns:all of them are afraid of hospitals

Seymour(the knight):spiders

The Bishop (or as i call him,Janus):bugs of any kind

The Rook:Snakes, this mf hates snakes

And there we go uwu

[creativename87]

For @orvblr Secret Santa!

My Secret Santa: @moondal514

Prompt: "hello! i'd like to request borijihye angst for my wishlist :)"

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Lee Jihye/Na Bori

Characters: Lee Jihye (Omniscient Reader), Na Bori

Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Angst and Feels, ORV Secret Santa 2024, lee jihye needs a hug, Minor ORV Epilogue Spoilers, Heavy Angst, First Kiss, this was supposed to be shorter i just got carried away TT

Summary:

Lee Jihye has never been brave before. She's been weak, stupid, small.

But after Na Bori?

After Na Bori she has to be.

[whimsiquix]

Draupadi on Arjun for the simps

Alone on a single chariot, he defeated gods, men and serpents. That youthful one is now a dancing master for King Virata’s daughter. The one with the infinite soul satisfied the fire god in Khandava. Partha has now gone to the inner quarters, like a fire covered in a well. He was a bull among men and enemies were always frightened of him. Dhananjaya is now in a form that is despised by the world. Enemies trembled at the twang of his bow and the slapping of his palms. He now pleases women with the sweet sounds of his singing. A diadem that was like the sun always adorned his head. Dhananjaya’s unkempt hair is now braided. All the celestial weapons are known to that great-souled one. He is the repository of all knowledge and now wears earrings. Thousands of kings, whose energy was unlimited, could not cross him and overcome him in battle, just as the great ocean does not cross the shoreline. That youthful one is now a dancing master for King Virata’s daughter. He hides himself in disguise and serves the daughter. O Bhima! The earth, with its mountains and forests and mobile and immobile objects, trembled at the roar of his chariot. He is the immensely fortunate one whose birth destroyed Kunti’s sorrow. O Bhimasena! I now sorrow over your younger brother. He is adorned in golden ornaments and earrings and sports conch shells in his hands. On seeing him approach, my mind is immersed in sorrow. O Bhima! The archer Dhananjaya wears his unkempt hair in a braid. O Bhima! On seeing him surrounded by young maidens, my mind is immersed in sorrow. He is equal to a god. When I see Partha surrounded by young maidens, in the midst of musical instruments, like a bull-elephant in rut surrounded by she-elephants, and in the service of Virata, king of the Matsyas, who pays him, I can no longer see any of the directions. Surely the arya does not know the difficulties Dhananjaya has to confront, or those that Ajatashatru is immersed in, having become addicted to evil gambling.

- BORI 614(18)