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[kurokoros]

somewhere after midnight (s.h.)

Rated: M

Words: 1.2K

Pairing: shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

Summary: You agree to watch Eri for your older brother Shouta while he's out of the country on a mission. He forgets to tell you about the hot young man—Shinsou Hitoshi—currently living in his basement. Life is full of surprises.

AN: this is a late birthday gift for @southsidewrites <3 part one proper should be posted sometime in the next week, I just really wanted to include this brief scene from Shouta's POV.

Warnings: naked encounters, sorry you're an Aizawa now but blood relation isn't mentioned, part two and three will lean towards smut

Chapters: Prologue | Part One | Part Two| Part Three

Shouta knows he isn’t being subtle as he checks his phone again.

There are dozens of case files spread across the coffee table in front of him. Folders are stacked on top of each other, piled annoyingly high. He’s supposed to be reviewing a series of criminal profiles with varying degrees of redacted text, but by the fifth document he could already feel a headache building behind his eyes. At least, that’s the excuse he’s been giving himself as to why his attention keeps slipping back to his phone, face-up on the table and partly wedged under a folder as thick as his arm.

From the right angle, he can see the newest notification that pops up each time the muffled vibration from his phone cuts through the silence. Even he can tell he’s been a little too interested in the random notifications. Usually, he doesn’t pay any attention to social media, and he has a special ringtone for any messages on the Hero Network, so he’s never been in the habit of checking his messages like a teenager. If he was a student, he would have scolded himself by now.

What’s worse is that he knows that Hizashi has been pretending not to stare at him for the better part of an hour. He’s been sly about it, glancing over the top of his book whenever the phone vibrates and trying to catch a glimpse at whatever notification has popped up, but not sly enough that Shouta hasn’t noticed his increased interest and the stupid smirk on his face that he’s trying to hide.

As if on cue, the phone vibrates again, rattling the folder on top of it. Instinctively, Shouta leans forward to get a better look at the screen. In a bid to seem less suspicious, he grabs his coffee mug off the table and takes a slow drink as he glances at the notification lighting up his phone. It’s from Fwitter.

When did he even set up Fwitter notifications?

On the other side of the coffee table, Hizashi snorts.

Shouta stares over the rim of his mug with what he hopes is the unimpressed glare that usually makes his students shut their mouth before they can shove their foot in it. Unfortunately, Hizashi isn’t one of his students.

“It’s barely been twelve hours,” Hizashi reminds him suddenly. “I bet they’re having an awesome time together, and nothing bad has happened.”

He sets his mug down a little too hard. Coffee sloshes over the rim and drips down the side. “I know,” he grinds out from between his teeth, silently cursing Hizashi for his phrasing. Why would he say it like that? “I’m not worried.”

“I’m just saying. It’s perfectly normal to be nervous about leaving Eri for an extended period of time. This is the first time you’ve been gone for more than forty-eight hours since the adoption went through, right? And just because your sister is totally awesome and will do a fantastic job babysitting, that doesn’t mean you aren’t—”

“I’m not worried,” he says, cutting off Hizashi’s attempt to psychoanalyze him. So what if he’s been keeping an eye on his notifications just in case his sister has a question, or Eri calls because she’s had a nightmare? He’s not paranoid, he’s just being vigilant. He’s a pro hero. It’s his job.

“Sure.”

His phone lights up with another notification, but he forces himself not to look at it. “I’m not.”

“Okay.” The corner of Hizashi’s mouth twitches like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Stop that.”

“I’m not even—”

The phone vibrates suddenly. The stack of paperwork on top of it shakes. Instinctively, Shouta glances at the notification that pops up.

It’s not Fwitter this time.

He barely registers that the little icon next to the notification is the one for his personal messages before the phone is in his hand and he’s swiping to open the text. He scans it quickly, deflating when he sees that it’s nothing important.

According to his sisters, he’s mastered wearing a distinctly apathetic expression, but it must’ve cracked slightly in his haste to grab his phone, because Hizashi puts his book down and leans across the table. “Something wrong?” he asks, craning his head to see the text.

Shouta exits the app and closes his phone before the other man can see anything. “No,” he says as he places it face-down on the coffee table. “It’s just Mindjack.”

“Oh, right! He’s covering your patrol route this week! Anything interesting happen tonight?”

He only bothered to give the report a cursory glance, but it wasn’t long by any means. Hitoshi isn’t exactly known for having long-winded reports, but he is thorough. “If you think a couple of drunks picking a fight in an alley is interesting, sure.”

Hizashi hums. He shifts in his seat, probably reaching for his book again, but pauses. Shouta glances at him and though he notices the funny look on Hizashi’s face, he turns back to the files he’s supposed to be reviewing.

“Speaking of Hitoshi,” starts Hizashi, who waits for Shouta to look at him before he continues, “did you remember to tell your sister about him?”

Shouta freezes in his seat, hand hovering over his coffee mug. He’s pretty sure his eyes widen almost comically as he thinks back to the conversation he had with his sister earlier today. It was brief. He didn’t have a lot of time before he left her with Eri and hopped on the plane for this mission. Did he tell her about Hitoshi? He mentioned studying, bedtime, feeding the cats, emergency contacts…

“Shit.”

With a groan, he leans his head back against the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger. He hasn’t had enough coffee yet to deal with this.

“You didn’t tell her?”

He cracks open one eye to glare at Hizashi, who’s staring back at him in obvious bewilderment. “I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Hizashi’s voice pitches up an octave, making Shouta wince. “She’s going to freak out if she sees some strange man come out of the basement!”

Glancing at his phone, he mulls over his options, considering the time difference and the likelihood of his sister answering the phone. “I’ll call her in the morning,” he decides. Hizashi opens his mouth like he wants to protest, but Shouta cuts him off. “It’s late there. She’s probably already asleep. Besides, chances are they won’t even run into each other. They’ll be fine until tomorrow.”

It’s less than an hour later when Shouta’s phone starts to ring. At some point, he forced himself to stop looking at it every thirty seconds, and he lost track of it beneath all of the files. It takes a moment of shoving folders aside, and by the time he digs his phone out from beneath the mess of papers spread across the table, he’s missed not one, but two calls.

The phone starts vibrating with a third immediately.

It’s his sister.

He sighs. “Shit.”

[hayffiebird]

Sneak Peek Wednesday (tag game)

Thanks for tagging me sweet @mega-aulover! I've been tagged for this one once or twice before ❤️ but never really got around to doing it I'm ashamed to admit cause either I didn't have anything finished enough or if I did, it was never on a Wednesday lol.

But here's a little something in the works for my (you guessed it!) hayffie fic Taste of Strawberries (what else? 😉). The beginning of the upcoming chapter 43, Between a rock and a hard place (part two) where Haymitch is loosing his shit, poor man, cause Effie's in the ER. I tag @gudvina @sparklebear11 @hunterstrawberrys @ilikeyoubetter-sober @southsidewrites and anyone who’s in the writing mood! 😊

Hope you like it:

“Her name’s Trinket. Euphemia ‘Effie’ Trinket. T-R-I-N-K-E-T.”

Haymitch stalked across the kitchen – back and forth, back and forth – with the cordless phone pressed into his ear. Cold sheets of rain tapped against the windows outside. Hard and relentless.

“Her friend drove her to the emergency room. Hours ago! No one’s gotten back to me!”

“I’m afraid this isn’t the ER”, the voice said. Boy sounded too young to buy his own beer, let alone work in a hospital. “You’ve reached the reception.”

“So what! Don’t you have a computer or something?” he barked. “And a brain cell or two? Just look her up!”

“It doesn’t work like that …”

“Give ‘em a ring then, how hard can it be?!” His anger was inking all over, probably not helping his case (like: at all) but he couldn’t help it. “Find out if she’s seen a doctor at least or if she’s still waiting. She's got a white and pink dress on. Checkered, like a picnic rug. Can’t miss her.”

“... You’re not the husband …”

“I’m as good as. I mean …”, he added when he realized what he let slip.

He rubbed a tired hand across his forehead, shoulders sagging. Effie’s silk hair ribbon that he still clutched between his fingers brushed against his clammy skin.

“She’s my children’s mother, OK. I wanted to go with her but she told me to stay put. Look after them, while she … Please, I need to know if she’s OK.”

[southsidewrites]

The giant monitor was an explosion of blood and screams. Emerald couldn't tear her eyes away from it—no one in the bar could. She and Augustus had been invited to a rooftop party, and against their better judgment, they went. The gong had just gone off, and the bloodbath was living up to its name.

There was nothing special about the arena, mostly green forest, fields, and a river. Some tributes had run, but plenty chose to stay and fight. With every clang of metal on metal, Emerald's heart stopped. Every shout and scream made her gut seize with terror. She clung to Augustus's hand so tightly that her own fingers were starting to hurt.

He can do it—this is exactly what he trained for. He has a strong alliance.

Emerald repeated the words to herself over and over, watching as Marvel grappled with a girl nearly as tall as him, silently begging for his life as he snapped her neck. When the chaos finally subsided and the canons started going off, her heart rate steadied, but only by a little. The boy from District 12 was still alive, and they wanted to work with him. Katniss Everdeen was still alive, and he seemed like the best way to find her. She was still alive, and as long as she was alive, none of them were safe.

The latest chapter of The Capitol's Jewel is out now on AO3!

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Reminders (Holland!Peter Parker | MCU)

Summary — Odd details of your life begin to merge into memories of the boy who lives next door.

Requested by @tokufan400 — Headcannon for Ned and MJ post NWH: Ned, MJ and the Reader somehow get their memories back of Peter. The Reader then says they are going to kill Peter once they find him before rushing off

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Angst (amnesia, memory loss, deja vu, etc.); lovers to strangers to lovers again; takes place a few months after the events of No Way Home.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 911, including lyrics. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ The lyrics used in this work are from “Lover” by Taylor Swift.

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Peter seemed nice enough.

He was a good neighbor, which sometimes seemed difficult to come across in the endless sea of people who lived in New York. The way he had introduced himself by helping you carry in some groceries endeared him to you rather quickly.

He was always inviting you out to lunch. Even if he knew you wouldn’t be available on a particular day, he still wanted to extend the offer. Not to mention, he was the one you could trust to take care of your cat if you had to leave for a few days. 

Despite him being kind, however, you’d occasionally catch a flash of sorrow in his eyes whenever he looked at you. It would quickly disappear once he realized you had noticed. Of course, you knew he had lost his aunt only a few months prior to meeting him, so you figured that must have been the reason and didn’t pry into the subject.

Peter, however, always sent feelings of deja vu throughout your mind. You were sure you hadn’t met him before. Maybe you just remembered passing by him on the street? Or meeting his eyes at one of the local bodegas? That must have been it, right?

It wasn’t until things started popping up around your apartment that waves of familiarity began to overwhelm your mind. And it all led back to Peter.

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[checoleclerc]

Hey there! I just saw a post about the Cair Paravel network, and I had a quick question. Do you have to be actively creating Narnia-related content to join? I'm a big fan and have considered doing some writing, but haven't quite gotten to it yet. Thanks!

Hello! Thank you for your interest! 

While making Narnia content is encouraged, it is not necessary whatsoever to be able to join Cair Paravel net. We are a network more focused on making friends  &  sharing our love for Narnia with people than anything else.  We will have events  &  all sorts of creator things for people to join, but it is definitely not a requirement. You can definitely join  &  not ever make anything. We want to bring the fandom together,  &  we know not everyone creates. So come on  &  join us!  You’ll be very welcome!  ^_^ 

[sweetfogarty]

fidge backstage smut! ;) ;)

A quick knock at Midge’s dressing room door had her on her feet instantly. She’d been watching the clock, waiting for Fangs to arrive, and she’d started to think that he might not be coming, but she knew that knock, his knock, and she could feel her thighs clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

Midge quickly opened the door and yanked him in by the wrist, shutting the it quickly behind them and clicking the lock shut. Fangs almost instantly reversed the pair’s position, backing Midge up against the door, one of his hands planted firmly against the thin wood, and the other coming to her waist, pinching at the skin before pulling her flush against him. 

“You’re late,” Midge pouted, drawing her hands up his chest and setting them firmly across his shoulders, her fingers dancing in the hairs at the nape of his neck. “You left me all alone. I was waiting.”

“Sorry for the wait, angel, Moose was patrolling the area so I couldn’t get here any quicker- I think he’s looking for you.” Fangs whispered lowly, nipping at her earlobe before planting a kiss on her shoulder “But I can certainly think of a few ways I can make up for leaving you all alone.”

Midge sucked in a breath and looked up at him from under her eyelashes with her brown doe eyes. That look was Fangs’ weakness- the one where the looked so innocent and angelic, when he knew all too well that she was a little freak behind closed doors. 

“Oh really?” She asked, feigning ignorance as Fangs pushed her harder up against the door, the cool wood against the low back of her Carrie dress raising goosebumps up her arms. “What did you have in mind?”

Fangs’ hands dipped down, one cupping her breast with a squeeze and the other finding its way up and under her dress to the silky yellow fabric beneath. “Well,” he kissed her hungrily, the hand that was on her breast moving behind her to messily unbutton the back of her dress and pull it down, exposing her bare chest, whilst his other hand slipped beneath her panties, the tips of his fingers circling in ways that made her feel dizzy. “It’s going to start with some of this, and it’s gonna finish with me taking you against that dressing room table in the mirror.”

Midge let out a raspy moan, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud, eyes shut and lips slightly parted in bliss. Instinctively, she pushed herself against his fingers and her hands dropped from his shoulders downwards, fumbling with his belt buckle. 

Fangs lowered his head, his hand kneading her breast as his tongue flicked over the taut nipple. 

“Holy shit, Fangs,” she whined breathlessly, finally taking hold of his erection underneath his boxers and beginning to stoke it at a steady pace, her thumb rolling over the head. He groaned against her chest, the vibrations sending a warmth straight between her legs. “This was worth the wait.”

The was a knock at the door, and Midge’s eyes flew open, her hand stilling momentarily before continuing to stoke Fangs, her pace quickening. “Midge?” Moose called out. “You in there?”

Fangs dipped two fingers into her, his thumb taking the place of where his fingers were before, drawing circles on her clit as he planted wet kisses to her collarbones and neck, his teeth nipping at the soft skin. “Keep quiet, sweetheart,” he grinned as she let out a breathy moan into his shoulder and dug her nails into his back with her free hand. “This is just the beginning of what I have in store for you before the curtains go up.”

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MEDIEVAL AU FIC????? TELL ME MORE PLEASE

HI BECCA! I’m terrible at summarizing and I don’t want to give to much away. First and foremost, I really hope to have part one done for the showcase! but honestly it’ll probably just be a moodboard whoops. 

Okay so! I plan on having it be a five part thing. It’s called Life Goes On. Sweets and my OC have been best friends since they were little kids and their mothers almost literally threw them outside to entertain themselves and play and throw rocks at each others head and whatnot (I have very fond visuals of this in my head). They grew up together obviously and they are both peasants in the village. Then Sweets kinda gets torn away for an apprenticeship as a blacksmith (HELLO THIS, THIS IS KINDA WHAT STARTED THIS FIC) and Keva has to go work in the kitchens for Lord Lodge and Lady Veronica hahah. However, they still get together when they can, but it is less frequent. And mutual pining happens. And there is this peasant party where like Sweets really realizes he loves her and that she is his future. He feels it in his soul and he knows it, it’s set in stone. However, something angsty happens and that future become very blurry and grim (and dark). 

And that is all I’m going to share :)

[kurokoros]

I'm trying to get @southsidewrites to listen to Gorillaz and I keep making a terrible case for myself by telling her weird lore and lyrics 😭😭😭

[roseyserpents]

Hey there, do you happen to have a masterlist?

Hi! I'm making one tomorrow, I don't have my laptop right now but it should be up soon!

[southsidewrites]

“I guess I just don’t know what to say. ‘Sorry for killing your tribute’ doesn’t really seem to cover it.”

Haymitch shrugged. “Never had a winner before, not going to get one now. No need to apologize for that.”

Emerald didn’t feel any better.

“I’m sure you’re sick of hearing it,” he went on, “but you do look so much like her. At least, back when she was that age.”

“You must have known her,” Emerald offered, slowly finding her voice again. “You won your Games back-to-back.”

“Sure did. Couple of us were pretty close back then. Amethyst was a good one. Wish she could have stuck around a little longer.”

The look in Haymitch’s eyes told Emerald that he knew her death wasn’t an accident.

“She was certainly popular.” Emerald scoffed. “It seems all anyone wants to do is compare me to her, though. Can’t say it’s the most flattering comparison.”

“Nah,” Haymitch said, rolling his eyes. “It is. Everyone liked Amethyst.” He gave her an appraising look. “You might just be able to live up to it.”

The latest chapter of The Capitol's Jewel is out now!!

[emma-ofnormandy]

10 characters :: 10 fandoms :: 10 tags

pick 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people! tagged by @sidprescot thanks for tagging friend! 💜

i have a type when it comes to my blorbos apparently.

emma of normandy (vikings: valhalla)- how can i not love her with every part of my independent lady soul- she almost took out a whole viking army and got a husband upgrade for her efforts. also the queen of holding a grudge against that ONE man and i absolutely love her for it.

yennefer of vengerberg (the witcher : all canons)- top tier badass bitch. takes all her baggage, attaches it to a himbo with equal baggage, adopts a child with baggage and manages to make a beautiful baggage toting family despite all the bullshit. also, if she asked, i’d kill for her and ask zero questions.

pat riley (sas: rogue heroes)- original member of the professional desert clown club and the only man i would personally see to cleaning his sand soars.

bertha russell (the gilded age)- society rules can kiss her ass and she has a flare for the petty drama. 10/10 would want to be her in that era.

roy kent (ted lasso)- dark haired grumpy man who cusses and secretly is a softie… pretty much the english version of oscar the grouch on a show that has adult sesame street vibes (minus the puppets) and i just want to hug him.

riza hawkeye (fma/fmab)- hot blonde with a gun who is more competent than any man around her, including her boss/ childhood friend/ man she loves but can never openly have. love a lady with a tragic story.

nina zenik (sab/ soc)- i envy this girl’s confidence and wish i had just a sliver of it.

eliza scarlett (miss scarlet and the duke)- her motto is ‘anything a man can do i can do better’ so that should explain all you need to know.

ziva david (ncis)- she was my gateway blorbo… laid the path for all the ones to follow. i can’t not list her.

alex stern (ninth house/ hell bent): sees dead people, reluctantly becomes a member of a secret magical babysitting society, knows how to hold her own in a fight and rescues her future, now demon, boyfriend from hell. what’s not to love?

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Dating Them Would Include… 

Summary — Headcanons for Adora, Catra, and Perfuma from She-Ra & the Princesses of Power! 

Requests ➳ Anonymous — Hello. Can I request Adora (She-Ra) with sarcastic S/O? ➳ Anonymous — G’day. I recently found this blog and decided to make a request: Catra with S/O, who use razor boomerangs (S/O can both throw them and use as daggers) as a weapons. Could you, please, write it? P.S. Have a good day. ➳ Anonymous — Hi there. Mind if I request some headcanons of Perfuma dating pyromancer!S/O?

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff for Adora and Perfuma; a little toxicity for Catra because our baby needs therapy; I’m currently rewatching this show and realizing that I remember nothing from it.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 560. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Multiple requests were combined for this work.

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adora

adora is literally feral sometimes

(all the time)

since she grew up in the horde, she has little to no social skills when you first meet her

so don’t even try making any sarcastic jokes or references to the rest of etheria because she will not understand lol

she eventually grows used to things outside of the horde and the two of you became fast friends

but then, one day, she watches you give a horde soldier a black eye

and there’s a little flutter in her stomach

she subtly brings it up to bow, who says she just had a case of butterflies, which was probably a mistake because she always takes things way too literally

so for a solid month, she’s convinced she has actual butterflies in her stomach that just won’t leave

eventually, though, they overwhelm her and she kisses you in the heat of battle

from then on, you’re a package deal

where you go, she goes

trails behind you like a lost puppy sometimes

soft adora fans rise!

catra

catra is hard to understand most of the time

one second, she’s solely focused on you

and the next, she’s on a rampage

sorry to say but a relationship with her would not be easy to maintain. it would take a lot of work on both sides

she’d need to control her impulsive temper and you’d need to have a very empathetic heart

once things settle down and she becomes friends with adora again, all that stress is lifted from her shoulders

she becomes kinder, more considerate, and softness envelopes her heart

even though you’ve told her a million times that her past mistakes are not a reflection of her current self, she continues trying to make up for them

but of course, this is catra we’re talking about

she often gives you new weapons, always opposed to more traditional items

your personal favorite being a twin set of razor-sharp daggers, which made your eyes glimmer with excitement upon opening them

she was proud of herself for that one

what she offers the most, however, is loyalty

she has betrayed and has been betrayed so many times that she swears to never do so again

she hopes you’ll do the same. because if you stick by her through thick and thin, she’ll eventually open up

all she needs is time

perfuma

super kind and very affectionate, even when you’re still “just friends” (side eye bc that doesn’t last long lol)

be prepared because you’ll constantly be smothered in affection by perfuma

if you have any elemental powers, like pyromancy, she’ll only love you more since that’s one more thing you both have in common

her love language is touch, no doubt, 100%

she’s constantly giving you warm hugs and squeezing your hand so tight that it goes numb

you can’t resist kissing her whenever she smiles at you with sparkling eyes and pink cheeks

always giving one another sweet compliments you greet each other

you can trust her no matter what. she’d never cause you pain and would be haunted by regret if she did

seriously, i don’t think she’d ever forgive herself

she’s just so loyal to the people she loves, especially you

you better like flowers because you’ll be getting fresh bouquets every day for the rest of your life

god i love her so much

[lenakluthor]

So I haven't watched this season yet, but is something happening between Reid and JJ?? Because that's so not okay.

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Hello, you have been identified as An Awesome Fic Writer™. Congrats, you rock! So that all of your readers can shower you with some extra love today, please tell us your favourite five stories of yours and why you like them and then send this to another five fic authors you think deserve this title!

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1.) Legends - I love Sara so much, it was so liberating to write her because of how much she's like me. My Hebrew/Israeli heritage is something I didn't really talk about online much bc I believed my mom when she said people would hate me if they knew. But I wrote Sara as an Israeli immigrant in Germany, with ties to the Holocaust, despite how terrified I was. The reception was baffling because it was incredibly positive. Not one aesthetic or edit for her was made by fans without a Star of David somewhere on it and it's the best feeling.

2.) Sea of Glass / Blue Moon - Sydney's original story was my favorite. I like writing tough issues/topics that aren't used often and it covered a lot of them. But the idea of writing a Siren into Teen Wolf was really exciting because she's murderous by nature but she wants to be good, so the conflict made for a really interesting storyline.

3.) A Different Breed - This was one of my first 'popular' fics. I put everything I had into book one and it paid off, and in some ways I think this fic is what made me 'popular' as a writer because it threw my name around into different circles. I haven't written a lot like it lately, but Harper is still one of my favorites to write.

4.) Serpent's Bite - River's Edge was really nerve wracking for me because it was a completely new fandom and I originally didn't write Diana as a Serpent. But I was comfortable with it by the time I got to Serpent's Bite, so the writing was overall better and Diana's character was a little more solid. It's my favorite to write because I've written Diana through a lot of hardships and it's helped me continue to write through blocks and setbacks, so Diana and I have grown a lot together and I just love her so much.

5.) Cape Coral - (idk if this counts bc it's original, but the ask said 'stories' so I put this one in lol) Cape Coral is very special to me bc it's completely original, and all of the characters are totally mine, so I've been able to really dive in and submerse myself into Shelley's world and the world of the Mermaids. Mermaids and the ocean have been my passion since I was super little, so writing a book about those things brings a certain level of emotion to it I haven't had with others. It has a very unique (unique for me, anyway) writing style I haven't used before that was inspired by the piles of antique books I've been reading, which makes it really hard not to hear all the words in a British accent.