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musecaravan-info · 8 months

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Llyr

"The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea." ~ Isak Dinesen ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Kevin Ryan

AGE: Old; born in the 500's CE

EYES: Bright blue

HAIR: Dark brown

HEIGHT: 5'10

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Casual, most of the time. Llyr also likes to keep himself covered preferably in soft fabrics. He's a huge fan of knitted sweaters and corduroy pants, for example. About the only time he doesn't like being covered is when swimming without his seal skin. In that specific situation, he prefers to be completely nude.

Personality

Llyr’s a bit of an odd duck. He’s what you might call an ambivert. If you’re considered a friend, he’ll open up - be talkative, playful, etc. but otherwise, he’s often soft-spoken and reserved. When he warms up to someone, it’s almost like meeting a whole new person. His likes, dislikes, etc., are still the same, but his attitude is vastly different.

Powers/Strengths

Shapeshifting - Can shed his seal skin, revealing a human form beneath it

Immortality - While Llyr can be killed by certain things, he will never die of old

Music Magic - While his abilities aren’t powerful ones, when Llyr plays an instrument or sings a song, he can sometimes make things happen. Small things. The vanishing of an object, the changing of a color, the soothing of a mind.

Compassion - He cares deeply about people, even those he’s only just met, and will do a lot for them without asking much in return (if anything.)

Inner Strength - Llyr has walked through fire and come out on the other side. Not unscathed, of course, but during that time he learned to do whatever it took to survive.

Weaknesses

As much as he loves his life on land, Llyr is a creature of the sea. He longs to be near it… close enough that a 10-minute walk would have him at the ocean’s edge.

His selkie skin - He’s learned his lesson in regards to his skin. The ONLY way to find it would be through intentional deception; but it’s still his weakness. If you possess this, you possess Llyr - whether he wants you to or not.

Romance

Building up the trust necessary for Llyr to truly let someone in isn’t easy, but it can be done. The real key with him is to not be controlling, pushy, bossy, etc. He doesn’t like being told what to do… even though he now has the power to say ‘no.’ Be open and honest and patient with him, and you’ll eventually discover he’s the most kind and gentle of lovers. Be aware, due to his past, Llyr requires utter control in the bedroom. Any attempt to become the dominant partner will likely result in him shutting down. This doesn't necessarily mean he needs to top... he just needs to be the one controlling whatever is happening.

Where to Find Him

Anywhere where there's water - especially salt water.

In bars/coffee shops/pubs/etc. that have an 'Amateur Night.'

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

Like many selkies who were too brash (or conceited) to believe the stories of those who’d come before them, Llyr was rarely careful when he shed his skin to take on a human form. Careless with his skin… and with his heart. He fell in love with a human man, and thought that love was returned. However, as soon as his lover discovered the place where he kept his skin, he stole and then sold it (and Llyr) to a traveling witch. Spiriting the selkie away, she kept him as a slave for decades. She enchanted his skin, and then hung it in her vardo in plain sight. He wasn’t able to escape until a brave human girl who’d fallen in love with him gave up her life in order to kill the witch, thus breaking the enchantment on his skin. He’s never forgiven himself for the girl’s death.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Llyr isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

Arn:

Like Trying to Hold Moonlight (Main Verse)

Leon:

Why Our Hearts Have Beats (Main Verse)

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

I'm... actually having trouble thinking of anything for Llyr. He's pretty low-maintenance especially in comparison to some of my other muses.

If there's something you think should be here... or if you just have questions, let me know. ^_^

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b0amagination · 3 years

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Aight @galaxywhump tagged me to show my lockscreen but that was a big long post so here’s a new one. My lockscreen is a beautiful drawing of my selkie character Llyr that I received as an attack during artfight this past summer :D!

The reminder is to do my therapy homework that is still not done :)

Tagging: @stab-the-son-of-a , @whumblr , and @brutal-nemesis Hand over y’all’s lockscreens.

#wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #tag game #the words of sneck #Llyr the selkie

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my-whumpy-little-heart · 3 years

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I finally finished another full digital piece and, unfortunately for him, Llyr was my victim! I had chapter 8 in mind when I drew it but I didn’t take care to make it completely accurate or anything.

#whump #crying #tied up #tied to a pole #can't see the restraints but they're up there #Llyr the Selkie #art #whump art #uhh i don't think there are any other poignant tags #hmm but yeah this was fun and a little experimental #was happy to work further on dynamic lighting #should it be darker overall? yeah. but i had to sacrifice that for more detail #hmmm actually have a background on this one. i found a nice way to make it simplistic and still stand out so proud of that!#i've realized my affinity for drawing tears digitally is too obvious. so i drew more water drips too because why not #also it's supposed to be raining so i wanted to try making that apparent #and yeah. happy i got this done and happy it came out fairly nice in the end

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sussexpellar · 7 years

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Cleansing my new seal claw (responsibly sourced) that I purchased today at Kolaportið. In our quartz circle in the attic on the seal skins we were given by a friend.. #witchesofreykjavik#sussexpellar#seals#selkie#llyr#lir#magick#shells#witchcraft#witchy#labradorite#sealclaw#paganism

#seals #paganism #llyr #sussexpellar #selkie #witchesofreykjavik #witchcraft #labradorite #shells #lir #sealclaw #witchy #magick

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mythicalmuses · 3 years

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Why Our Hearts Have Beats ~ Leon/Llyr

@changingthelights

Llyr stared up at the ship in obvious wonder to anyone who might be watching him. He’d never seen the likes of such a vessel before! The sails were a patchwork of colors and festive flags hung from the riggings. There were lights, too! They twinkled and shone in a way that seemed to encourage merriment. He wondered briefly if it was an enchantment of some kind, and unconsciously clutched the bag hanging off one shoulder a little tighter. Was this a bad idea? A trap?

Shifting nervously from one foot to another, the selkie thought back to the previous evening and the man who’d approached him. The night had been normal enough. Ever since finding his freedom, Llyr had taken to traveling from town to town and earning his living as a musician. He’d learned during his captivity just how much sway he held over humans when he played or sang. It wasn’t a lot - he could hardly hypnotize them - but it was easy enough to lull them into offering him more of a tip than they might have otherwise.

He only traveled along the coast. Being close to the ocean was a must for a creature like him. Too far inland left him feeling anxious and ill-at-ease… and not just because of the life he’d been forced to lead before finally getting his freedom. Now and then he thought of returning to the sea, but a selkie who’d lived so long on land was rarely welcomed back into the fold. He’d be an outcast… and that was something Llyr didn’t think he could bear. So instead, he lived a solitary life on land, pretending to be human, and trying to find a place for himself that felt right.

Looking back up at the ship before him, he tried to decide if it felt ‘right.’ Granted, if things went wrong he could always don his skin and flee overboard. Or so he hoped. And if things went right… this could be an ideal home - a place where he could sing or play music whenever he wished… a place only a heart’s beat from the ocean he loved.

Again his thoughts drifted to the man from last night. Andel. While taking a break between songs, the man had practically glided up to him, full of compliments. Sincere ones - Llyr felt… though his ability to judge others had never been the best. Andel had told him about his business - a floating carnival of sorts that sailed the world offering art and entertainment to all. And he wanted Llyr to be a part of it. The selkie had said he’d think about it, and Andel had warned him the ship would be departing soon, so he should decide quickly. And Llyr found himself faced with his first real choice in almost a century.

Decisions were scary. Those he’d made in the past had led only to heartbreak and imprisonment. He wasn’t good at this. But if he never tried, then what was the point in being free? Heart filled with equal parts worry and hope, Llyr stepped onto the gangplank and walked aboard Felicity’s Garden of Earthly Delights - into his new life.

#changingthelights #Why Our Hearts Have Beats #Roleplay: Llyr

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solitaria-fantasma · 3 years

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Great-grandfather Llyr

Local rumor claimed he had ties to the local Fae court, or was Fae, himself

Very aloof and stand-offish to nearly everyone but his beloved wife and children

Owned a castle that local historians still can’t properly trace the origins of

Great-Grandmother Angharad

Rumored to have sold her first-born to the Fae for unmatched talent in tailoring and weaving

Owned the best tailors shop north of Llandovery

Found her Happily Ever After and wanted her children to find theirs, too

(Ex) Grandfather Mordred

The black sheep of the Fay family

Married Lunette, had three children with her, then cheated on her with a married woman from France, and ran away to Egypt with her, breaking up both families, and stealing most of Lunette’s life savings

60% of the family will throw hands with him on sight

Grandmother Lunette

Took over her mother’s tailoring shop after her death

Never married again after Mordred, and banned his name from her household

Stopped speaking to her oldest son, Tom, after finding out that he gave his own son her ex-husband’s name for a middle name, and still holds her silence to this day

Grandfather Owain

Offered to castrate Mordred on his sister’s behalf, and only failed because he met his future wife and fell in love halfway to Egypt

Met his wife Sarah while hitchhiking across Europe, and she picked him up

Eloped back to Wales with his new wife, and never made it to Egypt

Grandmother Sarah

75% of the family Chill and 95% of her husband’s impulse control

Never did learn how to swim

Never told her family she was getting married....or moving to Wales

(Dad) Dylan

Career accountant who’s happiest when surrounded by calculations to be done

Always has a bag of pretzels within arm’s reach

Has an entire bookshelf filled with ‘dad jokes’ in four languages

(Mom) Enid

Third generation pagan who takes any excuse to throw a party

Has a lifelong goal of teaching her Aunt Sarah to swim

Keeps asking her daughter if she’ll ever get married again

Uncle Pwyll

Forklift operator extraordinaire

Swims so well that his mother used to joke that he was part selkie

Works the night shift but it’s okay because he’s nocturnal

Aunt Rhiannon

Technically not yet engaged to Pwyll but has 100% embraced the title of ‘aunt’

Drinks enough coffee in a day to kill your average man

Former Color Guard

#headcanon #Morgan Fay #((Fay family relatives!!))#((titles taken from Morgan Fay's perspective))#((rather than from Arthur's))

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fyrapartnersearch · 7 years

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Seeking a mutual muse

Preferred name: Llyr.

Tumblr blog: http://septentrionsea.tumblr.com

Timezone: GMT-7

OC or fandom?: Original Characters please. I will however occasionally write in existing universes, just not as pre-determined characters.

Pairing preference (m/m, f/f, etc.): M/F or M/M. I prefer being the dominant male.

Preferred rp medium: Google Docs/Drive. One Note. I can do misc. scenes over IM but I am a prolific and wordy poster. Trust me, any adjustment you make to acclimate my need for large space will be well worth your effort.

Contact information:

[email protected] for:

Gchat

Skype

Discord

Hello,

Thanks for taking the time to read this, I know you have a choice.

My name is Llyr. Charmed, you’re sure. I am a veteran RPer (15+ years). I’m literate, imaginative and a multi-paragraph poster. You can set the terms and frequency as to how often you’d like to communicate, but what ever stands to reason I can assure you, you’ll not be disappointed. I am consistent and do not freeload off of the creativity of others.

Here is a list of what I am looking for:

I prefer to play a dominant male character. Warning: I am exceptionally graphic and explicit. If you do not like detail and/or smut, I am not your person. This is not to say, I trade plot for smut. It’s a good balance of both, Mm? (Plot+Smut=Win). Let me clarify this. I am looking for romance, adventure, and carnal physical love. I will write you in and out of worlds, plots, stories, just to have this.

I want a long term relationship in character, maybe with the intent of marriage. Even if it starts in hate.

Excerpt of my writing can be found here.

I have a long list of things I'd wade into with you, intimately. I am a hedonist by nature, and I do not enjoy pain or filth. However, I am exceptionally graphic. Just something to consider.

You must be 18+. Your race, sexuality, orientation is all welcome here. I do prefer M/F and M/M pairings, with someone who doesn’t mind bending to the force of my will in character. I am very open to a diverse range of your preferences, do not be shy, put them on me. Legal only though. No exceptions to this rule.

I want a stable partner . We don’t have to be exclusive, although I prefer it. However, a stable friendship in this would be ideal. Great writers, lovers, you name it, are not born, they are made. Let’s have some stellar communication. Believe me, I will not consider you disposable, especially if you can write. I -will- make time for you.

This being said: If you suffer from any sort of condition that effects your mood - like crippling anxiety where chatting with me, or communicating with me could give you concerns, please do not write me. You do have all my sympathy and empathy, I however, do not feel that my need set will align with yours and I never want to set us up for failure. I need to engage, talk, interact, and I am not shy. In fact, quite the opposite.

I prefer original characters and plots. I am not elbow deep into any particular fandom and I may not have the details you’re looking for. I am skilled at world building and I will play NPCs, etc. What ever is required. Sincerely. I can and will juggle a plot playing many characters on the sides, to keep the plot moving. I always have hidden plot twists and sub arcs.

This being said: I am great at moving a story, I do not enjoy playing multiple main characters per story. I can play some dedicated NPCs that have significant presence and impact, but I do not want to main two and have two on going relationships. I know, I am lame. I want to work on 1x1 and give it the real attention and depth it deserves. If you want to play another pair, let's start another rp. I can have multiple stories going.

I prefer: Fantasy, High Fantasy, Romance, Historical, for the right person or story I can persuaded to urban fiction but modern is not first on my list. I could not do sci-fi justice, forgive me, I’ve a neoclassical soul.

I don’t care what tense you write in, for me it varies. I’m immersive.

I do not generally do face claims. I do not care if you do.

If you have a severe anxiety disorder that prohibits you from communication you have my utmost sympathy and understanding, but please do not write me. We will not be compatible, I like to communicate and often.

I prefer Google Drive/Docs or One Note and for the right person I can switch to IM now and again.

Rules

A few simple do nots for me:

Please, do not nag me. I've a life, and I am a good communicator. I will not leave you hanging. In return, please do not nag me. I will always do the best I can for you.

You will not dictate my character to me in any way. Do not send me face claims asking if I will play that person, or ask me if I'll be Captain America from marvel. Only if we're lovers and only if it's your birthday will I even attempt to be any other man than the one I am. Do not write details about my character I have not approved in your post. Do not decide my plot line for me. I am open to discussion but in short: You play you. Let me be me.

Do not copy me. Ever.

If I haven’t scared you off yet, let’s give it a go.

I look forward to hearing from you: [email protected]

Plot Ideas:

No Plot? No problem! I have a few I’d love to explore, but please note that I am not stuck on any one of these in particular. I am very open your thoughts/suggestions (also forgive how absurdly these are written, they are premise suggestions not entire serious in presentation):

Arranged Marriage

Two opposing kingdoms on the verge of mutual destruction, end the long war by arranging a marriage. They hate each other right off the bat then it shapes into something profound over time. Lots of initial conflict that can dissolve into an incredible romance. No shortage of political reasons for plots. This can be fantasy/high fantasy or historical.

Scandinavian Thralldom

Like Vikings? Swell. Me too. Old Scandinavia. Viking raider, obtains a Thrall. Cultural adaptations, language barriers, belief differences, slavery. Win.

Djinn

A tribal fishing village on the edge of Greece near the Aegean sea is facing modernization to ancient Athens. A young girl / boy from the village finds a shell on the beach– their folklore tells them that such things contain powerful beings like Djinn, which can grant wishes for a price. Upon wetting the shell the shell you discover there is definitely a bound god like man inside. You’ll do anything to save your people, and he’s starving.

Coliseum

You’re a powerful Roman noble who inherits or purchases a Northman gladiator. His will cannot be broken, can yours?

The Selkie or Mermaid

I love fairytales. I love thinking about Mermaid in historical boreal settings, think frozen peat bog with ancient trees and a gorgeous mer-creature out of Celtic folklore, found by a man (viking, druid). You’re land locked into this bog, kept for some unknown reason (by a mysterious father creature/beast, a curse, what ever you want to do). Or, you’re a woman whose parents have died, you live with your aging grandmother who keeps fishing nets for your income, she’s not able to maintain it to help but it’s a bad season and hard work. You befriend a seal that increases your luck and fortune, that eventually turns out to be a shapeshifting man. Or, a man that falls in love with a beautiful woman on the beach, and she turns out to be a shapeshifting selkie. The possibilities are endless and gorgeous. (Gender is not specific for your character, you can turn that into what ever pleases you as it matters little to me). ( I will adapt to any fairy tale also, just say the word).

Fantasy World

I am working on a non cliché, entire world that is fantasy based. It's a massive undertaking and one that I do not think will disappoint. Let me know if this level of investment works for you?

Universes

For those not interested in world building, I will play in any of the following universe:

World of Warcraft

Guild Wars 2

Black Desert Online

Stardew Valley (I have an idea around this)

* bonus (although certainly not required) if you want to play in game with me and google drive.

(I have characters and plots for all of these things).

Feel free to engage me on IM or Email. I look forward to hearing from you.

If you do feel up to writing me, try this. Instead of writing some awkward "are you still looking" email, answer the following for me:

What sort of story or plot are you looking to explore?

Do any of the ideas above for plots or universes strike you? Or do you have other suggestions?

Any themes, ideas, or kinks you wish to explore?

What is off limits?

What are you looking for in a writing partner?

Why did you write me specifically?

Please address any concerns about mediums or writing particulars referenced in the above email.

^ You do not have to send this specifically, but it's a good suggestion to get the ball rolling towards our mutual goal of writing together sooner. I realize we're trying to court one another at this juncture, and seeming open and pleasant is positive, but I would ask you to be honest, and real with me. The more I know about you, and your particulars, the more I can write something worthy of you. Try to be specific.

Thanks and have a great day.

#oc rp #multiple paragraph #long term #smut rp #submission

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shadowsfandomhellhole · 5 years

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Stolen Skin - Part 2

Part One

~x~x~x~x~x~

A week had passed since Jeremy had lost his skin. William true to his word, helped the best he could with out knowing what it was Jeremy was looking for. Jeremy still hadn't told him. He was too afraid to. Even if the human was nice enough to help him search and give him a place to stay. He did feel bad for it though. Letting William help search for something he didn't know what to look for. But what else could he do? He'd already put to much trust in the man, and as much as he wanted to trust him completely he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Jeremy sighed hugging his legs tighter as he sat on the cliff side looking out into the water. He sniffled and almost whimpered as he saw the distant shapes of seals leaping in and out of the water. He buried his face in his knees. He wanted to go home. It was horrible being trapped on land.

"Jeremy...?"

The selkie jumped and looked up, turning his head to look at William, as the human walked over. William smiled slightly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to spook you." William said softly.

"Its fine..." Jeremy said softly. He looked away and back out to sea.

William observed him before walking closer and settling next to him. "How are you doing?" He asked.

"...Good... I guess." Jeremy replied. "Better." He added with a small smile to William who returned it before glancing out at see humming as he spotting the moving figures.

"Guess they're searching for a friend." He murmured. He felt Jeremy jolt slightly.

"Wh-what?" Jeremy asked looking at him. William looked at him before gesturing to the figures in the far distance.

"There's an old legend, originating in Scotland about seal creatures known as Selkies. They're able to shed their skin in order to go on land. Usually if one of their own is missing or trapped on land the rest will surface in order to let their missing friend or family member that they're waiting for them." William said.

"Y-Yeah.... I... I've heard of it." Jeremy said, his voice quiet and shaking slightly.

"...They must be really worried about you."

"...yeah."

Jeremy was shaking now. He sniffled and bowed his head. William figured it out. Of course he did.

"It's ok, Jeremy. We'll find your skin. And then we can get you home." William told him, wrapping an arm around the Selkie. Jeremy turned burying his face in the human's shoulder.

"Why are you so nice? Why are you doing this? I don't understand, wouldn't you want to keep it? To keep me here?" Jeremy asked. William shook his head.

"What would be the point? Before this you always came back. Keeping you trapped on land wouldn't benefit me in any way when it would do nothing but hurt you." He said softly. Jeremy looked up at him.

"Did you know the entire time?"

"I had my suspicions. When I found you distraught by the rocks crying about something being stolen things started to click into place, and seeing the longing gaze you give the sea was sort of the last piece to the puzzle."

Jeremy hummed in response. He leaned against the human with a soft sigh, looking out at the ocean again. "...thanks." He said softly.

"For what?" William asked.

"For being nice.... For not being like most humans." Jeremy murmured. William smiled some and rested his head against the Selkie's.

"You're welcome then, I suppose." He said chuckling lightly. Jeremy shifted snuggling up closer to William with a soft purring like sound shutting his eyes. He was glad he was with William while he was stuck here.

The two sat there for a few minutes relaxing and enjoying one another's company. Finally, William pulled away.

"We should head inside. Its getting late."

"Hmm... Ok..." Jeremy replied tiredly. He stood up with William taking his hand as the human led them back to the cabin.

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From out in sea, Michael watched the figure sitting on the cliff over looking the sea. He moved, sinking under before popping back up as he watched Jeremy. He knew something was wrong when Jeremy hadn't returned a few weeks ago. Something that prevented Jeremy from coming home.

Jeremy had lost his skin. Some one had stolen it from him. Trapping the selkie on land, in a human form. Michael gave a whine watching Jeremy. Rich popped up next to him looking towards land. Rich pressed into Michael's side.

"It's still missing?" The smaller selkie asked worriedly.

"Yeah... It is." Michael replied quietly as they moved along the water dipping out of view before surfacing again. Another figure had joined Jeremy's and they were now what looked to be hugging.

"you think that human took it?"

"possibly. But if he had Jeremy would have found it... Unless he hid it some where Jeremy wouldn't find it."

"...We should head up there. To check on Jeremy."

Michael looked at Rich in shock before looking back up on the cliff and watching as the two figures got up and headed back to the cabin. He stared before nodding.

"Tomorrow." He agreed. Rich gave a nod. They watched the two dissapear before diving under the water and returning to their own home in the reefs.

~×~×~×~

The next day found Michael and Rich surfacing on the rocks where Jeremy always surfaced. Instead of hiding their skins, they wore them like cloaks and headed up the path onto the beach.

William and Jeremy were heading down the path. Jeremy ran straight towards the water, stepping into it and walking till it was up to his shins. William slowly walked towards the edge staying out of the water as he watched.

Rich was the first to react bolting towards Jeremy, Michael bolted after him.

"Jeremy!!" They both shouted.

At the shout Jeremy jumped and spun around with a yelp nearly falling back into the water. William was fast and jumped towards him catching and steadying him. Jeremy grabbed on to his arm with a squeak looking at him before looking towards the shouting and yelling as he was nearly tackled by two people. His eyes widened.

"M-Micha? R-Rich?" He asked. William looked at the two human selkies and slowly released Jeremy and stepped back.

"Jeremy, thank Llyr* you're ok!" Michael said.

"We were so worried!" Rich added as the two pulled away from Jeremy. Jeremy blinked staring at them before snapping out of his shock.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" He asked moving closer to his friends. He teared up slightly. He wanted to cry from happiness. He'd missed them so much.

"We came to make sure you were ok. You haven't been home is so long..." rich said frowning he then turned and glared at William, who met his gaze and raised his hands as a sign of peace. Jeremy looked at William and shifted.

"Its ok Rich, Wi-William's harmless. He... He's been helping me." Jeremy said. Michael eyed the human.

"He knows?" He asked.

"I do. And I assure you I mean no harm to Jeremy." William stated lowering his hands.

"did you take it?" Rich asked glaring.

"Of course not. I wasn't even aware Jeremy was a selkie until recently." William replied.

"He doesn't have it." Jeremy said. "I would have found it if he did." he added hugging himself. William shifted and reached out offering his hand. Jeremy looked at him and took it allowing William to lead him out on the sand so they could sit down. Michael and Rich watched before following and sitting with them.

"Alright... So he's a decent human. I still don't trust him and you shouldn't either." Michael said. Jeremy sighed.

"Micha..."

"It's fine, Jeremy. I don't blame him for not trusting me. I'm a human. Its only natural." William said. Jeremy looked at him.

"I trust you." He said. William smiled some and squeezed his hand lightly.

"I'm glad that you do." He said. Jeremy smiled back and leaned into the human. Michael watched them quietly as Rich tilted his head looking between them.

Michael sighed, "...any ideas where it might be?" He asked.

"I'm guessing a teen found it while climbing around the cliffs." William said. "They tend to mess around on the rocks. one of them must of came across it and picked it up." He added with a frown.

"so its gone forever then." Michael said frowning. Jeremy tensed at the comment.

"Not necessarily. its technically private property, so taking things from it would be stealing. It is possible that if a kid did take it they'll bring it back." William replied.

"I hope that they will..." Jeremy mumbled. William wrapped in arm around him rubbing his side. The human stayed silent not saying anything in response.

"... You really think its a possibility?" Rich asked looking at William.

"... Its our best bet. I'm still looking into other places." The human replied.

"... You better hope that skin is returned." Michael said coldly to the human.

"It isn't his fault..." Jeremy started.

"he's the reason you continued to come here." Michael hissed looking at his friend. "So yeah, I do blame him."

"Michael that isn't fair." Jeremy said frowning. "Its my fault. I shouldn't have left it in the rocks, that's on me." He added. Michael sighed and rubbed his face.

"Fine. But I still hold him responsible." The selkie said. "...what do you want me to tell your dad? He's frantic with worry." he continued changing the subject.

"...tell him I'm safe. That I'm ok. Don't mention my skin missing." Jeremy said.

"And if he asks?" Richard added looking at Jeremy.

"...lie."

"Jer we can't-"

"He can't know. If he found out it would make this worse and you know it Michael." Jeremy looked at his friend, a pleading look in his eyes. Michael stared back be fore sighing.

"...alright. We wont tell him." Michael relented.

"Thank you." Jeremy said softly. "How long are you both going to stay?" he asked.

Michael leaned back on his hands, "... An hour or so." He replied. Jeremy smiled some.

"Cool!" he said. "Oh! I can show you around the area!" He said jumping to his feet. "You'll bother love it!"

Michael grimaced, "Miah... I don't know..."

"sounds interesting." Rich cut in. He looked at Michael "come on! We need to have some fun." He said standing. Michael huffed and stood.

"Fine." He said. William stood up as well with a small smile.

"I'll leave you three alone to catch up. Just be careful, alright?" William said. Jeremy smiled at him and nodded.

"We will! I'll see you back home." Jeremy said.

"See you there... Ah, if you two want I can take your skin and bring them inside for safe keeping." William offered looking at the other two selkies.

"We're fine." Michael stated holding onto his skin.

"Yeah... Uh... I'm OK. thanks for the offer though." Rich said.

"Alright." William said giving a nod. He gave Jeremy a small smile before heading up the path. Jeremy watched him before grabbing onto his friend's hands and pulling them along.

"Come on! I'll show you the board walk first!!" He said excitedly.

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*Llyr - Celtic god of the Sea.

Since Selkies are a Scottish Myth, i went with the Celtic gods/goddesses. It took a while to actually find the Celtic god of Sea. As most results kept sending me back to Greek Myth and giving me Poseidon.

The reason I did not go with the usual Poseidon or Neptune is solely because Selkies are Scottish creatures, so it would make more sense for it to be Celtic instead of Greek/Roman.

As stated before, its rather short. So apologies for that.

I hope you enjoyed this part of Stolen Skin!

#Shadow Writes #Selkie au #Stolen Skin #Selkie Jeremy #human squip #squip #Michael #Jeremy #Rich #Selkies #Be More Chill #Be more Chill Au #fic

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Thanks to @spookyboywhump for tagging me in the chain for this picrew! Tumblr was being rude, as always, and not allowing me to arrange the images correctly so I simply elected to make a separate post instead.

From left to right these are of Floyd, Llyr, Percival, and Mabel. A bit of a random combination but they were the ones working with me tonight.

#picrew #Benedict Floyd #Llyr the Selkie #Percival #Mabel Forbes #ooooh mabel's birthday is next week #i still don't know what i'm doing to celebrate oops #damn and i've got friend bdays coming up too. late winter early spring bday season will soon be upon us #march is frighteningly close because january is almost over wtf #time to stop thinking about that and start thinking about floyd blindfolded because i think that's important #percival's got the power to make himself invisible and that's a whole host of potential on its own #but he is not immune to making his captive completely visually unaware of his surroundings #i mean.... well... technically..#hmm anything else important to note here..#nah i'm tired and i'm gonna go to bed #goodnight tungle enjoy the character picrewssss

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▶ I had a horribly evil thought... please make Llyr destroy his sealskin

Nemi... I’m so sorry. Thank you so much for this prompt.

This definitely took a turn for the darker when I was writing it, so I’m going to put a warning here for grief. Very real grief and despair for the loss of something extremely important.

other content warnings include: begging and wishing for death (to escape ‘torture’, of a sort), and this generally being from the perspective of the person issuing the command. the way i wrote it may inspire feelings of guilt. Stay safe! <3

You’re sitting around a small campfire when you issue the command.

Llyr’s eyes go wide and before you can react, he’s in your face, hands fisted in the collar of your shirt, forcing you up on your toes to face him.

“No,” he seethes, “take it back. Take it back right the fuck now. You fucking human scum, you’re disgusting, you can’t make me do that. Take it back!”

You level a harsh glare at him, not flinching when he shakes you back and forth.

“You have no idea what you’re asking. Just take it back now, tell me I don’t have to, and everything will be fine.” Your face is stone cold. Llyr winds back a fist to punch you square in the face, but some foreign power stops him, holds his arm in place until he relents and puts it back down, once again holding you by your shirt collar. His grip is growing looser, and both of you feel the command’s power taking effect.

“My skin- you don’t understand! It’s a part of me! It’s my entire life! I can’t just get a new one! You don’t get to take that away from me!”

You make some stupid joke about him having to part with that part of himself, and Llyr freezes up, the muscles in his body locked and pushing against the command’s power in an attempt to hurt you. He goes limp after a few seconds, panting heavily.

“It’s not funny! It’s not fucking funny, you piece of shit! You can’t- you can’t do this to me!” Llyr screams, and his voice cracks as tears spill down his face. He reaches up to wipe them away, screaming in frustration and despair when they only make it to his cloak, unfastening it with clumsy fingers as he tries to resist the actions his body is taking without his permission.

The eyes he raises back to you are pleading, tearful, and frightened.

“Don’t make me do it,” he pleads, pulling the sealskin off his back and folding it over one arm that he’s fighting to keep pressed to his chest.

“Please, please, please don’t make me,” he sobs, his legs shuffling back towards the crackling fire.

“Please, I’ll do anything else you ask, I swear it on my life. I won’t argue or resist… you can do whatever you want to me… please,” he murmurs, standing over the fire. The flames illuminate his face, and the teartracks flooding down it are nearly glowing in its light.

Llyr drops to his knees, cradling the skin against his chest, curling over it, shielding it from the fire as his entire body fights against him. He sobs, shoulders shaking, breaths heaving, and face twisted with grief.

“...kill me,” he breathes, the words hardly even a sound. “Kill me, please, have mercy…”

He’s bowing to you now, staring longingly at the dagger on your hip.

“Please...”

You repeat the command, and he can’t resist it any longer.

When the skin goes up in flames, Llyr screams. It’s deafening.

The skin burns, charring and shriveling as the fire consumes it.

The skin burns and so does Llyr, skin turning an unpleasant shade of red as if he’d been out in the sun for far too long.

Llyr’s still screaming.

It rings in your ears, and you already know you’ll be hearing it in the silence of every room for days after this is all over.

Llyr’s still screaming when his voice goes hoarse and weak. He’s still screaming when all the evidence of the skin has been burned away. He’s still screaming when his voice breaks, mouth open in a silent display of harrowing agony. He’s still screaming when he runs out of tears to cry, when you put out the fire, when the sun rises. He’s still screaming when you fade out of that world and back into your own.

And even then.

Llyr’s still screaming.

#i broke my own heart writing this #the words really flowed here but. wow. yeah.#whump #emotional whump #Llyr the Selkie #grief #begging for death #wishing for death #suicidal ideation #thoughts of death #to escape an arguably worse fate in his opinion but still

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Llyr and the Pirates - Day 20

Day 20: Needing to swim/can’t swim

For @amonthofwhump‘s Water Whump May, where I write a part of this story every day according to the prompt. Hm, so I thought this would have conversation between Llyr. Then he was tired and wanted a nap. Ugh. Guess that can wait whatever dude just go be delirious because of pain and exhausion. Deep exasperated sighhh.

Tag list: @spiffythespook, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @insanitywishes, @whumpingonarainyday, @burtlederp

Content warnings: for the first time in a while, nothing noteworthy to mention here!

His leg was on fire and the rest of him was slowly freezing and there was nobody there to save him. He screamed and screamed into the forest until his voice went hoarse.

Ray and Hugh had been walking through the forest for a few minutes before they heard the screams.

“Are you sure he would have gone towards town? I’m just saying, that kid seems to really like the ocean,” Hugh sighed, trudging through mud, shiny new boots from Gawain’s crew already getting coated in grime.

“Listen, just because we found him drowning twice doesn’t mean he’d go there when running away from seafaring people. He’s smart. He’ll head inland towards a village,” Ray said. His feet were bare, but he was used to navigating difficult terrain without shoes, unlike Llyr when he’d passed through earlier. He had relatively less trouble than Hugh, too, who slipped and nearly fell at his words.

“Smart? He literally dove into the ocean, from our ship, during a storm. How fucking smart does that sound to you?”

“I would’ve done the same thing, had I been facing cruel torture,” he suggested lightly. If Hugh didn’t know Ray, he may have been inclined to think he was kidding.

Their walk fell silent then for a few minutes, no sounds to be heard except for those of pouring rain and squelching mud.

“Do you really think he’s gonna-”

“Hugh, please, we went over this already. I don’t want to think about it any more than you do.”

“Hm, that’s a low bar to set, Raymond,” he laughed, “because I’ve been thinking about just how angry he’s gonna be since we started walking.”

Ray couldn’t deny he’d been thinking about the same thing, but certainly more out of apprehension than excitement. Mere hours after he’d sacrificed himself for Llyr’s safety, here he was preparing to lure him back home with what must have been his most prized possession.

Ray readjusted the seal skin cloak around his shoulders, almost regretting having chosen to wear it. He just wanted to be able to protect some part of Llyr from Hugh, but it felt so wrong on his own body. It should have been around Llyr’s shoulders where it fit like it was made for him, and where it would keep that panic of losing it at bay.

They trudged on as the rain picked up, soaking them once again. It was then that they heard something in the distance.

It was a shrill noise that he couldn’t quite place, yet upset him somewhere deep down.

Ray heard it again, and it was louder that time. Emotional and desperate, a scream for help from far, far away.

“Did you-?” Hugh started, but he cut him off and grabbed his wrist as he changed directions towards the noise.

“This way,” he said. “Either make a trail or figure this out with the compass so we don’t get lost. Come on.” Ray sped his pace to a jog, feeling Hugh strain to keep up behind him as he fiddled with a compass, reading angles and making sure they knew how to get back once they’d found Llyr.

The run was much longer than he anticipated, the scream a constant in the distance as they splashed through puddles and underbrush, but only growing weaker as they drew closer to its source. By the time they drew within visible range, the screams had diminished to choked shouts and whimpers, calling out, “...help! I can’t die here I can’t, don’t leave me to die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die...”

They heard the words trail off just as they spotted him, a figure half buried in the mud, laying flat on his back.

“Llyr, Llyr! What happened?” Ray knelt down in the mud--his legs were already soaked anyway; there was no reason to be cautious now--and the boy blinked faintly up at him.

“Animal trap, it looks like,” Hugh tried and failed to hide a smile. “Serves him right.”

“Stop that,” Ray hissed, turning back to Llyr. “Talk to me, buddy. You’re gonna be okay, we’ll get you out of that and we’ll-” he swallowed reflexively, “we’ll take you back and help you get better.

He tried to say the words as gently as possible, but Llyr’s eyes widened all the same, expression dropping into fear as he tried to scramble backwards, only jostling his leg more. He cried at the pain as he tried to crawl away, and Ray heard Hugh mutter a curse behind him before crouching above Llyr’s shoulders, holding forcibly in place.

“Stop, stop no no!” he thrashed, and Ray shot Hugh a look of disdain.

“Well? I got him still,” he grinned, propping the boy up in his lap and holding him there with a bruising grip on his upper arms. “You do the honors.” Ray followed his gaze to the animal trap, the sharp metal teeth disappearing underneath skin and the puddle of blood mixing in with the mud below.

He glanced back at Llyr’s pained face cautiously before crawling down to his leg where the trap had latched on. It dug in deep, especially in the fleshier part of his leg, and Ray grimaced at the sight. He’d need to stand to get enough leverage to even dream of forcing this thing open.

Carefully, he stood and placed his bare foot on the bottom part of the trap, between two of the teeth and near the end. Taking the top jaw in hand, he grunted and pulled as hard as he could, straining against the surprising resilience. It really shouldn’t have been so surprising, considering these were meant to hold bears in place, but the thought really didn’t help Ray in the moment.

To make matters worse, every time he pulled, shaking arms shifting Llyr’s leg back and forth in the trap, the boy whimpered and whined with pain, seemingly too delirious with it to talk now.

“Hugh, is he alright? Is he even still conscious?”

“I dunno. Probably not, by the look of him.”

Despite what the captain and his ex-shipmate believed, Llyr was very much still awake, but far too exhausted to pay any more attention to them. Thoughts were running so slowly through his head as if they too were buried in mud.

He should have been panicking and worrying about them taking him back, but all he could think about was the grime nearly covering his entire body now. It felt like a cocoon, a cage, a vice on his entire being that wouldn’t let go. The rain wasn’t powerful enough to wash it away, and suddenly it was unbearable to be out of the ocean.

All at once, he was so exhausted from dealing with this human form. He longed for the comfort of the sea, of his skin forming around him just as it was always meant to be, but stupid, stupid him had left that behind for a foolish, horribly timed escape. Weakly, he squirmed under Hugh’s hold and he could have sworn the pressure of its stomach against his back rippled in a laugh as he muttered over and over about water, water, water…

The pain didn’t register in his brain when the trap finally came off of his leg, and neither did the sensation of open bleeding, but he did feel the vertigo as he was lifted from the ground and placed up on his feet.

It didn’t even register to him that they were trying to force him back with them until he took his first step.

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Llyr and the Pirates - Day 1

Day One: Anchor

This is for the first day of @amonthofwhump‘s Water Whump May challenge, and I’ll be posting a bit of the fic (hopefully) every day this month! This takes place with characters and the universe of my ongoing story Persistence, but it’s a few years before then and doesn’t have to be read for understanding.

@galaxywhump, you asked earlier to be tagged in this, and @spiffythespook you asked to be tagged in all my writing, but considering this will be every day this month I won’t tag you more unless you specifically ask me to. Content Warnings: mythical creature whump (selkie), drowning, blood/mild gore, brief emeto mention (Llyr (pronounced Leer) is a selkie, so just a note for anyone who doesn’t know what that is: it’s a mer-creature that is most often in the form of a seal, but can shed its seal skin to take on a human form. In order to turn back to a seal, though, it needs to keep its skin in its possession and--in my personal rules and universe--intact)

Llyr had just fallen asleep when he felt the impact.

He had found a small pocket along the coastline, not far out from town, to finally get some sleep in. It fit his seal form fairly well, and it should have stopped him from floating back out to sea. He laid on his back, head poking out above the surface to breathe, and he’d drifted off in the warm water.

He barely felt the ripples coming in from the boat’s arrival, but as soon as the anchor slammed into his body, it forced the breath from his lungs and he choked as it pulled him down. Water enveloped his slippery skin as the hooked anchor sunk into his side, sinking and dragging him with it.

He gasped instinctively for air and only felt water rushing into his lungs, filling them to the brim before he could think to stop. The immense weight of the metal sent him tumbling down. The seafloor came up to meet him, crashing into his back and pushing out the water already filling him. The instinctive gasp his body took forced it all back in, and he was choking all over again.

Llyr’s vision clouded with dark spots as he writhed and fought under the immense weight, and blood clouded the water around him where it spilled from his side. He only struggled harder as the pain flashed acutely, the saltwater rushing into his wound as he loosened the anchor’s hold.

Frantic thoughts flashed through his head. He couldn’t die like this, because of some idiotic human sailors that couldn’t manage to lower their anchor down properly, and because he’d been slow enough to get caught up in it. He struggled again, harder, and he was nearly free when the anchor suddenly moved.

It pulled sharply backwards, digging its prongs deeper into the sand and nearly burying Llyr as well. Pain flashed nauseatingly when the anchor tore further through his side, gritty sand rubbing up against the wound and he convulsed with a sob that couldn’t escape his waterlogged throat.

The anchor pulled again and his mouth pulled open in a silent scream, the sensation of his body being torn apart nearly unbearable. In a last ditch effort to escape, he bucked up and freed part of his tail from the anchor, swimming and pulling on the skin still stuck on there. He wasn’t going anywhere. The bleary surface of the water was so far out of reach for his rapidly tiring body.

He was so damn tired and all he could think about was passing out right then and there, but then he shot forward and he didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t breathe and he was suffocating and drowning and dying but his body refused to give out. Llyr broke the surface and he heaved, gasping for breath with lungs full of water he didn’t have the strength to expel.

Tiny hitching breaths came between coughs as water and bile spilled out to the floor, but as he emptied his lungs, each breath came bigger and more sustained. He was breathing and sobbing but he was alive, a gash on his side still leaking on to the sand.

A gash he realized, as his eyes finally focused weakly on the glistening red liquid that trailed through the water and right to him, that his body couldn’t recover from. His breaths were weak and he’d lost so much blood, but through weak and blurry vision he could see there was a clear hole, half the length of his side, where the skin was gone.

He shivered at the realization that he’d shredded it when he pulled away from the anchor. Blood poured and lightheadedness pulled him up and away from reality, but Llyr knew he was in no state to recover it. His only hope was… shedding his skin and hoping that, however deep this wound, it hadn’t cut far enough to maim his human form.

Shuddering with unsteady breaths, Llyr rolled up on to his side and focused. God, what was he even doing? He’d never used his human form before. He’d never even tried to shed his skin; he was too young. Or that’s what his mother told him. Too young and impressionable to be associating with humans, the worthless scum, and to be the subject of their lusting, greedy gazes.

Well, damn it, mom probably wouldn’t want me to die either, he thought with a snarl and forced himself to close his eyes. Slowly, he grasped on to the unfamiliar human form always stirring under his skin, burying his senses deeper into his consciousness to grasp hold of it. He felt himself reaching and digging, prying open the jaws that trapped him inside his seal skin and stepping out, legs separated, fingers long and spindly, and everything so unfamiliarly human.

Llyr opened his eyes to see his skin lying far below where he stood. He stood, he realized with a startle, looking down to see the unsteady legs holding up his body, and seeing long, sopping wet hair flop in front of his eyes. His side was still covered in a smear of blood, but it wasn’t bleeding so heavily now, the wound only remembered in red stained waves and a bloody tear in his sealskin.

Legs shaking with the effort, he crouched down to reach for his skin, which became more of a slowed down fall to the ground as he lost his balance and fell to the side. His shoulder fell against a rock, and the rest of his body slammed on the ground with a grunt. His fingers curled tightly around the skin, and he dragged it closer to his chest as he tried again to stand.

Llyr looked up in preparation to get up, but a pair of legs was already standing right in front of him.

“Oh hey, buddy? Are you okay?”

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#whump #WaterWhump2020 #ww-no.1 #drowning #suffocation #mythical creature whump #selkie whump #blood #mild gore #Llyr and the Pirates #Llyr the Selkie #where he'll actually be a human next time lol #i can't keep up writing seal perspective so you guys will get basically normal human whump #with a side of this boi not knowing what the hell he's doing #it'll be fun!#i hope haha #RIP all my italics i don't want to go through and format them for tumblr #it's fine sdjlkfadskja;

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Llyr and the Pirates - Day 12

Day 12: Collared or Chained

For @amonthofwhump‘s Water Whump May, where I write a part of this story every day according to the prompt. Alright. Y’all. Writing machine broke I wrote too much fluff earlier and could not turn the angst machine on. Take your 500 words I’ll write more tomorrow.

Tag list: @spiffythespook, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @insanitywishes, @whumpingonarainyday

Content warnings: uhh manhandling, bad hurty things but not much specific

“Sounds like you have a visitor! Oh, and just in time too; I was so close to believing your little white lie,” it said, but its tone contradicted its words. “Come on, get up and come greet them with me. It’s been a while since I’ve had some proper fun.”

Before Llyr could try and stand up by himself, impatient arms were already pulling at him and forcing him to his feet. Someone came around behind him, forcing metal cuffs on his wrists, then on his ankles before he could even struggle against them.

He stumbled as they started forward, fear pulsing through his veins as they walked. His left ankle couldn’t hold his weight, forcing him to limp, and his right arm was still in pain as they jerked it harshly forward, and he was probably marching to his death in short shuffling steps restricted by the chain that kept his ankles too close together.

He hung his head, angry tears leaking from his eyes and falling to the floor with the water that dropped from his hair and clothes. The brief time he’d spent inside had done nothing to help with that, and had possibly only made him colder since the water had cooled into his clothes and skin, a constant sticking pressure on his skin.

The human leading them turned around to see Llyr glaring up at him, crying, and simply ruffled his wet hair, tugging just a little too hard to even be mistaken as affection.

“Don’t cry, stupid thing. I’m sure you’ve been in worse trouble before, haven’t you? I mean, whoever your master is certainly hasn’t trained you well, if you’re going around and getting caught so easily all the time,” it said with a scoff. “Well, actually, if you’ve been in worse trouble then you’d probably already be dead. Ah well, you won’t have to worry about that past tonight, will you?”

Llyr hung his head again, choosing to ignore the demeaning attitude from the human in the lantern light, whose eyes were a vat of swirling greens and browns that made him dizzy just to stare into. Or perhaps he’d already been dizzy when they tackled him to the floor. Or even as far back as the crash… he wasn’t sure anymore. The events of the evening were smearing together in a blur of cold and wet and terror that he couldn’t pick apart.

They stepped through a doorway and came out right in the area Llyr had entered through just earlier, and he could see both Ray and Hugh, halfway across the sand, now staring up at the unexpected company.

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#whump #manhandling #WaterWhump2020 #ww-no.12 #uhhhmmmmmmm #lskdjfdskljfsdlkfjsdlk #that's a valid tag #right?#losing my mind tbh no thoughts head empty #Llyr and the Pirates #Llyr the Selkie #look tagging is too difficult

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Llyr and the Pirates - Day 19

Day 19: Pirates/Sailors

For @amonthofwhump‘s Water Whump May, where I write a part of this story every day according to the prompt. Or sometimes every other day apparently when the brain dies! Anyway, what’s Llyr been up to? Only safe things, I’m sure ;)

Tag list: @spiffythespook, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @insanitywishes, @whumpingonarainyday

Content warnings:

mild gore/blood

Ray breathed out a wavering sigh and closed his eyes.

“Okay. I’ll help.”

(some time before this. again. who needs time to stay consistent)

Everything ached. He wanted to stop. He wanted to go back. He wanted to curl up on the ground and cry until he couldn’t feel anything anymore.

But still, Llyr hobbled on. His left ankle rolled under his weight, unable to hold him for long enough to walk properly, and it slowed his progress to a near halt once the adrenaline wore off.

If only that stupid sailor hadn’t chased after him.

Once they found out Ray had gotten free and run away, Gawain was furious. It dragged Llyr back below deck with the promise that he’d be punished later. What for, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was merely an empty threat to express its frustration. Llyr wouldn’t be surprised, because he was angry too. He was angry that the only person willing to take any hurt for him was gone, and he was upset it had left without him, leaving him completely open to the captain’s wrath.

When it walked him back down to the same room as before, maybe to hurt him, maybe to lock him back up... it could do whatever the hell it wanted, really… He knew he had to get out or things would only get worse. The majority of sailors were already searching on Gawain’s orders, running this way and that, not watching for a runaway captive. Or, well, not watching for the same runaway captive at least.

When the captain let go of the chain for just a second to guide him around a corner by the shoulder, he took off and didn’t dare look back. He heard the footsteps chasing right on his heels, more experienced and trained at this than him, but he kept going and going despite the never ending bone deep ache that pulsed in his legs.

Somewhere, trying to push to the front of his mind, was the thought that these people still had his cloak. It had to have been hidden away somewhere, but he couldn’t possibly look for it. The chase was already more likely to end in death than anything else, whichever way it decided to come upon him, and he would much rather survive without his skin than die, clutching it in his arms.

This was already a mistake, he already knew he’d have to try and sneak back in, but he could only focus on running far far away from the too closely approaching man behind him.

A mere few seconds later, he felt a foot stomp down on his left ankle, crushing it against the ground and making him cry out, writhing in panic. He couldn’t stop here. If he stopped here he would die but the foot was still there and pushing down harder and harder- with a desperate yell, he kicked his free foot back as hard as he could, aiming between Gawain’s legs. A grunt of pain and release of pressure told him he’d hit the mark, and he took off on his now bad foot out of the doorway, up the beach, and into the forest with numb leaps and bounds fueled only by the wash of terror over his mind.

There were shouts and yells behind him and more feet, but he was long gone, twisting and ducking between trees in the forest, disappearing into the underbrush. Not without tripping multiple times, of course, but he hadn’t let up on the effort.

Llyr didn’t know how long he’d run for, but it was long enough for the effects of the torture in just hours past to really catch up to him. Though, the more he considered it, the less surprise he figured he should feel. He’d felt his ankle first, then the cuts and bruises along his feet from the rocky sand, and the full body trembling came quite a bit later.

So he was understandably miserable when, on top of all that, it started to rain again. The trees shielded him from the drizzle at first, but it only got heavier, pounding down from the sky and soaking his battered body all over again. Despite how much he missed the feeling of swimming and living in the water, this was an entirely different feeling that only made him feel disgusting and miserable.

His slow trudge through the forest was only made more difficult by the slippery, muddy ground under his bare feet. He could feel the viscous substance sticking in various cuts, making him acutely aware of every single one as he walked, feeling the flares of pain that nearly knocked him off his feet. One particular fall had him jerking on the cuffs that kept his hands locked behind his back, trying desperately to break his fall with his hands, only to crash down unsteadily on his knees.

It got worse when Llyr accidentally stepped on a stick or branch, the knobby angles and harsh bark digging into the arches of his feet. After hitting a particularly rotted one, he was sure he had a piece of bark stuck inside his foot now.

But by far, the worst thing he stepped on was the metal.

He hadn’t seen it at first, the glinting surface buried under layers of leaves and grime, but one step had felt a little different when it landed, like there was something more solid and cold under his foot than just mud.

Then it snapped shut.

Metal teeth shot from the ground without warning, clamping down around his calf and latching on like a jaws of a shark. He felt the haunting chill when those teeth broke his skin, digging in as far as they could and he swore he could feel them scraping against bone. The only pain came when he immediately tried to jerk his leg out, and it flared up to full capacity all at once as he screamed, a horrible cracking wail that echoed in the empty forest.

He collapsed as his leg gave out in the pain, and when he crashed to the ground the impact only pushed the jaws further in, pulling choked cries and sobs from his throat. He couldn’t move with the device on his leg and his hands behind his back, except to writhe around pathetically and only hurt himself more. He’d come so far only for this to take him out?

Cool mud seeped over the side of his body, through soaked clothes and smearing a clammy chill on his skin. It was unsettling: a feeling unlike any he’d felt before. Llyr only shivered at the sensation, trying to shift away from it to his back as he screamed and cried.

His leg was on fire, pain coursing through his veins and blood coursing out of them, dripping down his skin. The rest of him was slowly freezing and there was nobody there to save him. He screamed and screamed into the forest until his voice went hoarse.

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Llyr and the Pirates - Day 16

Day 16: Marooned

For @amonthofwhump‘s Water Whump May, where I write a part of this story every day according to the prompt. Looking forward to the next part I’m about to write because, unlike the past days, I will not be stretching the prompt to actually make it work lol.

Tag list: @spiffythespook, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @insanitywishes, @whumpingonarainyday Content warnings: suspension over water, dislocated joint

Slowly and carefully, so as not to injure himself, he started working the rope between his hands back up, leaning against the figurehead and trying his best to make an escape.

It was bearable at first. But what kind of slow, agonizing torture wasn’t?

The small ledge that Ray’s feet were balanced on gave him leverage to push up, trying to reach far enough to dislodge the rope. He figured it should have been easier, considering how smoothly and painlessly it had slipped over when Gawain put him here, but then again his feet hadn’t been tied back at that point.

After the first few attempts, he felt the strain burning in his core, his wrists sore and chafed from every time he lifted his weight, only to fall right back down, the rope pulling on his wrists and nestling in that notch that seemed made just for it.

The more Ray tried, the more exhausted he became, and every muscle in his body burned from how tense he’d been. It wasn’t working. He hadn’t even gotten close to getting it off, and he was doubting escape was even possible at this point. He rocked back and forth in his bindings, shifting and trying to ease the pressure on each wrist and keep the blood flowing. The last thing he needed right now was for the circulation to get cut off.

It was when he was moving the rope from side to side, though, that he noticed something. When he leaned to the left and rocked forward at just the right angle, he felt a pressure at the middle of the rope, and the sound of fibers tearing. He did it again a few times just to make sure he wasn’t going insane already, but he knew he was right.

It was tearing through the fibers of the rope. With renewed vigor, Ray rubbed at the rope and sawed as quickly as he could. The sun was already coming up, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d have before other people woke up for the day. It was a long, arduous process and he felt his muscles shaking and less precise the longer he went at it. He switched between propelling with his feet, then with his torso, then with his arms, and all the way back down again. Rinse and repeat.

He couldn’t have guessed how long it took, but the sun was already rising in the sky as his shaking, aching muscles gave out. He fell, his weight held entirely by his wrists and feet, and he wondered if this was what Llyr had felt like earlier. Or when Hugh had tormented him just hours before that. The poor kid couldn’t get a break, but he hoped that he was alright now. Ray had made a deal. He had to be okay.

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Llyr didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. He knew he should have. He knew Ray had given itself up for him to have this opportunity. He knew he was so, so tired.

But his arm was still out of place and it hurt so badly no matter which way he laid on it. He needed to fix it. He couldn’t let it stay out like that.

He tried to remember what Ray had done the first time but he’d been so scared and so much had happened since then that he couldn’t get the movements right, only succeeding in hurting his arm further the more he messed with it. His hands were kept too close to the ground and there wasn’t enough room to move his arm around the right way anyway.

He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d given up on trying to fix it. Everything was a dull haze of pain, and he occasionally slipped down into darkness only to resurface what felt like seconds later. But eventually, the door clicked open and he blinked, pushing himself up to see who it was.

Gawain bent by his side, a small key in hand which it used to unlock a shackle around his wrist. It was the reverse motion from when he’d been put down there, now threading the chain back through and locking it so Llyr could leave the small loop on the floor.

“My arm, please i can’t, it hurts please fix my arm-!” he said, breathless as he was pulled swiftly to his feet.

“Not now. We’re going to visit your friend, now. I wonder how he fared through the rest of the night…” it said, starting the walk back out and down the hallway.

Those words shouldn’t have sent such a pang through Llyr’s chest. What did it mean? How bad had that punishment been? Ray had volunteered: he should be blaming it for that, but at the same time… it had been for him, right? It would be his fault that someone else got hurt.

But Ray was just some human. He didn’t need to care about its well being because it shouldn’t mean anything to him. Didn’t mean anything to him.

They emerged onto the deck and Gawain herded him up stairs to the bow of the ship, but when they reached the top, there was nobody there. He could see just a barely perceptible flash of anger in the man’s eyes, and watched as it leaned over the edge to examine the figurehead, then the water below.

“He’s gone,” it mumbled, and Llyr didn’t hear much else after that. He heard everything that was happening, mostly just Gawain shouting furiously, trying to round up a group to search for the missing captive and figure out how in the hell it had made it out without anyone noticing. But he could only think of one thing.

It abandoned me.

It wasn’t Ray’s duty to stay with him and he didn’t even trust it with his life, but he suddenly felt so alone. The ship was filled with people who followed Gawain, and Gawain wanted to hurt him, so the people wouldn’t hesitate to either. Even Hugh would be eager to hurt him again, he was sure.

He’d been abandoned, marooned on this island far too populated with cruel humans, and he couldn’t bear to think about what would happen now.

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