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the-scouts-codex · 11 months

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Summary: “A Housewarden meeting?” Renmu repeats. “Yes, a Housewarden meeting. Normally Housewardens are elected by previous Housewardens and or by challenging one for the position.” The Headmage explained, “Since Ramshackle is still considered a dorm, and You and Grim have taken residence in it, this makes you Housewarden of Ramshackle. Therefore, you now attend Housewarden meetings.”

Scout's Notes: This fic is 11,333 words. Yes, that is a lot of words lol. So I will be posting my work in parts. This is part two.

Part one is found here.

This fic is also found on A03 here. Thescoutscodex

Renmu quickly rushed to the Hall of Mirrors. He didn’t want to be late for the party. He would rather be early than late. It was his party after all. Renmu looked for the Mirror that resembled the sea. It was the third Mirror in the room. Renmu took a breath before hopping through it. He was still afraid of going through the Mirrors. It made him uncomfortable. Once the magic effects wore off, Renmu was met with the one most beautiful sight he has ever seen. The dorm was halfway submerged underwater. The building was made from rock and coral. Shells, clams, and coral decorated the outside parts of the dorm. A giant stone tentacle was wrapped around one of the towers of the building. The dorm's insignia was hung at the tip of the tentacle. “It’s beautiful isn’t it.” Renmu turned around surprised. It was Cater. He was snapping a few pictures of the dorm and the surrounding ocean. “It is.” Renmu mumbled. Cater smiled at Renmu. “Let’s go inside. Riddle will have everyone's heads if we aren’t there in a timely fashion.” Cater led the way for Renmu. They walked up the stone stepped pathway up to the entrance of the dorm. “You smell yummy, what do you have on, hon?” Cater asked, sniffing Renmu. Renmu flushed red. “It’s cologne. It’s “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company or something like that.” “Eh!?” Cater yelled. “That stuff is mega expensive and hard to get! They say that each person smells it differently on the holder's skin.” “Oh, so what did you smell?” Renmu asked.

Cater hums in thought. He grabs Renmu and sniffs his throat. Renmu tenses instantly and crumples on himself. “Roses, sage and Sandalwood.” Cater says with a smirk. “Where did you even get a bottle of that?” “It was a gift from Sam.” “Aww that’s sweet of him. You’re totes lucky.” Cater held the door open for Renmu. The interior hallway was breathtaking. Renmu pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos along with Cater. He had to paint this one day. The Hallway was underwater. The undersea life was visible through the glass dome around them. The waved patterned floor molding fit the atmosphere along with the shell patterned trim that adorned the edges of the floor. The floors were a smooth and shiny purple marble, with light blue swirls going through it. Even though it was dark, the blues and purples of the sea were captivating. “This place reminds me of an Aquarium.” Renmu said in awe. “It sure does.” Cater replied. Cater walked closer to Renmu and sniffed him again. Renmu chuckled and nudged Cater. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t smell so yummy.” Cater said, pouting.

They walked the rest of the way in silence. The lounge was outside apparently. They had to walk through the main dorm to get to the ramp that led to the Mostro Lounge. The ramp was a winding path that descended into a building. The exterior looked like an eel maybe? The entrance was in its mouth. Renmu looked side to side as he walked down. Cater realized his anxiousness and put his arm around his waist. “Don’t worry, hon. I won’t let you fall.”

Renmu blushed at the pet name. He would never get used to Cater’s boldness. It was normal for Cater to give people cute pet names, but that didn’t mean they caught Renmu off guard. They arrived at the mouth of the lounge. Cater, like the gentleman he was, walked ahead and opened the door for Renmu. Renmu gave him a curt curtsy before going inside, making them both laugh. Once they got inside, Renmu gasped in awe. The lounge was beautiful. The most beautiful part was the giant window that showed off the undersea life. It was enormous. There were light blue jellyfish lights hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the water on the other side and the dark room within. There was a ramp, lit up by blue floor lights, that led to a secluded section of the Lounge next to a bar. Jellyfish lights and pink magestone torches illuminated the section. There were two tall blue haired guys sitting in one other mahogany leather booth. Riddle was stuck between them pouting. You could barely see him since he was so small compared to him. “Uh oh, looks like they got our poor Riddle again.” Cater said “Hey Riddle!” Cater yelled, waving.

Riddle’s head shot up. He quickly scooted from in between them and rushed to Cater. “You looked like you were stuck in a slimy situation.” Cater said, smiling. “I was. Floyd doesn’t know when to quit.” Riddle said, annoyed.

Riddle was in his dorm uniform. He really looked like a queen in that outfit. He had an opposing red and black cape that hung off his left shoulder, a small gold crown on his redhead. Many pins and buttons on his left breast. Lapples formed a black and red heart at the center, and a sash around his waist with a huge pin with an “H” in the center. The red, white and black jacket he wore flared out at his hips, forming a skirt and train that ended behind his knees. Tall red, black ,and gold knee high high heels that made him just as tall as Renmu now. Even in the dark lighting, you couldn't miss the red eyeliner around his gray eyes. Truly a sight to behold. “Renmu, I’m glad you made it here in a timely fashion.” Riddle said, putting his gloved hand on his hip. “Queen of Hearts Law 06: One must not be late to an important gathering.’’ Renmu recited. Riddle smiled brightly. “If only my students were as diligent as you.” Renmu smiled meekly from behind his hood. “Boo, Riddle likes Renmu more.” Cater said, pouting. Riddle shook his head. “I would like it if you worked more diligently, Cater.” Cater whined. Riddle began to sniff around Cater curiously. “Did you eat Strawberries?” He asked. Cater shook his head. “It might be Renmu. He’s wearing enchanted Cologne.” Cater said with a smirk.

Riddle sniffed Renmu. Renmu froze up at how close Riddle was now. “Smells like Roses.” Then he sniffed him again. “Strawberry tarts,” Then again ”Vanilla cake.”

Cater laughed at Riddle's eagerness to sniff Renmu. “Why on earth are you wearing Enchanted cologne?” Riddle asked flustered. “I didn't know it was enchanted.” Renmu explained. “It was a gift and the bottle looked pretty…” “It's “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company.” Cater commented. Riddle gasped. “That stuff is super expensive, let alone a Cologne you would wear on a date. It’s supposed to make the people around you smell their favorite scent on you.”

Renmu groaned. Sam did this on purpose didn’t he. He can image Sam laughing to himself at the prospect of Renmu being chased by Houswardnes and everyone around him. “Goldfish, why did you leave?” A voice drew out.

For the second time tonight, Renmu was met with the two most tallest guys he has ever seen. They were giants. There were also twins, which Renmu thought was cool. They wore black suits with an ashen gray scarf around their necks, Purple button downs through one of the twins' clothing was unbuttoned and his white tie wasn't done unlike the others that was. Both had white gloves on and black and white oxfords. Black fedora with a gray band on top of their light blue hair. The taller twin's pants were cropped, exposing his purple socks. To be honest, their dorm uniform looked more “Normal” than Heartslabyul’s. “Floyd Leach, for the last time, I’m not a goldfish!” Riddle yelled. “Eh, but when you get mad, your face turns red like a goldfish and you’re tiny too.” Floyd said lazily.

Riddle looked even madder. His face contorted into rage. Floyd laughed then looked at Renmu. His gold and brown eyes stared at him curiously as he bent down and sniffed him. “Who’s this shrimp that smells like sea salt?” He asked, poking Renmu’s chest. “That’s the new Housewarden, Renmu Yuu.” Cater said, cheekily. Floyd hummed. “Shrimpy smells like the sea. Oi, Jade, smell him.” His twin brother Jade, walked over to Renmu and sniffed him. Renmu was trying so hard not to freak out. “Indeed Floyd he does.” He said with a sharp tooth smile. “Were these two not human!?” Renmu thought. “Well, I am a stickler for formal introductions. I’m Jade Leach, the Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle.” “I’m his twin brother, Floyd Leach. Hey, can I squeeze you until you pop?” Floyd asks innocently. “U-Until I pop?” Renmu asked, worriedly. “Floyd, you may not squeeze a potential client-I mean, potential friend of ours.”

Another student made himself known behind Renmu. He was wearing a similar outfit to the twins. His black fedora had a purple conch shell at the band. He too wore a black suit with the scarf around his neck but he had an ashen gray coat that draped over his shoulders. He also wore a white button down instead of the purple one. Instead of black and white oxfords, he wore solid black ones. He held a silver octopus cane in his left gloved hand. A white gem was in the center, wrapped around one of its tentacles. “You must be Renmu, the new prefect, yes?” He asked, pushing up his glasses. The tone of his voice had a cunning air to it. “Yes, I am.” Renmu mumbled. “Azul Ashengrotto, the Housewarden of Octavinelle, owner of Mostro Lounge.” He said with confidence as he held out his hand, which Renmu shook. “Azul, sniff him.” Floyd demanded. “He rather smells like home.” Jade chimed in. Renmu tensed up. “That-That won’t be ness-” Renmu was cut off by Azul sniffing him. “He does. I assume you are wearing an Enchanted Cologne?” He asked. Renmu nodded. “Now, let us sit and chat as we wait for the others.” Azul said, walking up to the booth.

Floyd took it upon himself to smuggle Renmu onto their side of the booth, putting him in between him and his twin. Azul sat on the opposite side of Floyd in the middle. Riddle and Cater were across from them. Soon after, Trey emerged from the kitchen and joined them. “Sorry, I had to make sure the glaze was correct.” “You're fine.” Riddle replied.

Azul clapped his hands loudly, getting everyone's attention. A waiter scurried out with a tray of fancy looking drinks in fancy glasses. Riddle was passed a small tumbler with a pink and purple liquid inside. There were fresh strawberries on top with a sprig of mint. Cater was passed a Hurricane glass with a fizzy orange drink inside. It was sparkling as well. Trey was passed a margarita glass with a violet colored drink inside. Candied violets decorated the top. The twins had the same blue drink in a sling glass. Sea salt crusted the edges of the glasses. Azul was given a tumbler filled with a purple drink. It sparkled and sizzled. Lastly Renmu was given a beaker glass filled with a dark red drink. It smelled like pomegranates, plums, and strawberries. A black berry decorated the top. “Ooh, let me take a pic of everyone's drinks!” Cater Announced. “Must you always take a picture of everything, Cater?” Riddle asked. “Oh come on, it’ll be really quick.” Cater begged. Riddle sighed. “If you must.” “I don’t mind.” Trey said. Cater looked over at the others. “Be my guest. Be sure to tag the Lounge though you post it. I’ll send you the names of the drinks later.” Azul offered. “Sweet!” Cater snapped a few picks then stuffed his phone in his pocket. Cater and Trey were the first to take a sip of their drinks. “So zesty and spicy.” Cater said in awe. “It tastes earthy and sweet.” Trey said with a smile. Riddle then sipped his and smiled. “So sweet.”

Azul looked at Renmu. He guessed that he wanted him to taste his. Renmu took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and sour. The plums gave it a deeper taste. It was cold but as it went down this throat, it became warm. Renmu guessed this is what a magic drink tastes like. “Tates sweet and sour. So many hidden flavors.” Renmu mumbled. Azul smiled. “Glad you like it. Well, it’s only 7:30. I highly doubt the others will arrive in a timely fashion, especially those of Pomefiore, Savanaclaw, and Ignihyde.” “Yes, you know how Pomefiore is with their appearances. Jade amused. “We get the shrimpy to ourselves.” Floyd drawled. “Indeed we do. It’s no secret that you are not from here. Care to share where you come from?” Azul asked. “Oh, I come from a country called Japan.” Renmu replied. “Huh, where is that? Sounds strange.” Floyd hummed. “Well, it doesn't exist in this world.” Renmu explained. “It’s-”

The large doors burst open. A tall sun kissed beast man strolls in followed by a smaller beastman. The tall one was part lion. Renmu noticed from the way his tail looked. The smaller one was part Hyena. The lion's uniform consisted of a black leather sleeveless jacket, a sleeveless brown dashiki, allowing those toned arms to be on full display. A small forearm tattoo was exposed. Colored beads and a gold necklace hung around his thick neck, also the same was around his wrists. A large fluffy wool and cloth sash hung low around his hip. Their dorm Insignia could be seen clearly. Deep brown slacks paired with brown and gold oxfords.

The other beastman had a similar outfit. He had a black leather sleeveless jacket and the same brown dashiki but he had short sleeves. He wore one biker glove on his right hand. Instead of beads and gold around his neck, he had an orange scarf with the insignia on the front. He wore dusty acid washed jeans tucked into short brown boots. “Sorry I'm late, I didn’t wanna come.” He said sarcastically. Renmu snorted and covered his mouth. Riddle and Trey eyed him suspiciously. That would have been something he would say, if he was ever invited to an outing that is. “Leona Kingscholar, you are 6 minutes late.” Riddle announced. “Who cares. It’s only 6 minutes. Don’t get your Queen of Heart’s panties in a bunch.” He growled. Riddle's face went red in a matter of seconds. “How unclouth!” Leona waved him off as he walked up to the booth. “Move down everyone!” Cater shouted excitedly.

Everyone grabbed their drinks and scooted down the booth. Renmu scrambled up and scooted with them. Leona sat down then the other one. They now sat across from Renmu. Two drinks were brought out to them. Leona had a chalice filled with a sandy colored drink, candied meat decorated the rim. The other had a cosmopolitan glass with a sweet pink drink inside. Sprinkles decorated the rim. “So why are we here again?” Leona asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Renmu is the new Prefect of Ramshackle. We are here to get to know him and make him feel welcomed.” Azul explained coyly. “Renmu, this Leona Kingscholar, the Housewarden of Savanaclaw, the second prince of Sunset Savannah. The other is Ruggie Bucchi, his lap dog.”

Renmu was starting to wonder how many other princes there were here. “Oi, I didn’t need some royal decree.” Leona snapped. “And I ain’t his lap dog!” Ruggie yelled back.

Leona sniffed around and looked over to Renmu. Renmu internally sighed. He leaned over the table and sniffed Renmu a few times. Leona looked at Renmu judgingly. “You smell like grass.” Renmu wasn’t sure if that was a compliment. “Eh, He smells like donuts to me.” Ruggie said, confused. “Of course he would smell like donuts to you, Ruggie.” “I’m surprised that you didn’t say meat or grilled cheese.” Ruggie shot back. Leona growled at Ruggie and he snickered. “Must you always be so rude?” Riddle asked, annoyed. “Stop leaning over the table!” “Oh, be quiet. You're starting to sound like the pompous Prima dona of Pomefiore.” Leona snarled as he sat back down. “I’m a pompous what now!?”

Everyone looked over at the stairs. A tall beautiful man was standing at the of the stairs, head held high. Probably the most beautiful man he has ever seen. His hair was tied up in a tight bun, a gold crown sat upon his blonde locks. His outfit resembled a kimono. The royal purple with gold floral embroiderment along the split sleeves and collar. The black Obi accentuated his waist. He had something that resembled a red obijime that hung freely around the obi. Large tassels hung at the ends of it. Unlike kimonos, it split open, revealing a red inside the had poison apples embroidered on it. They were revealed when the light hit them just right. He wore black slacks underneath with black and gold laced high heeled boots. He truly was a sight to behold. Renmu wondered if he was a prince too. “I, Vil Schoenheit, prefer to be called the Queen of Pomefiore.”

Leona rolled his eyes. Renmu barely noticed a man behind him, holding the train of his outfit from dragging on the ground. His outfit was pretty much the same. His was a lot shorter and closed off. Instead of heeled laced boots, he had a regular heel. Instead of a gold crown on his blonde bob cut, he had a royal purple cavalier hat with a big black feather. He, too, was beautiful. The universe was really trying to make him suffer. He just wanted all those that wore heels to step on him gracefully. “Roi du Poison, you truly are a Queen.” He said excitedly. The Queen smiled confidently at his words/ “Oh no, there is no way he’s sitting next to me. We need to swap spots now.” Leona all but growled. Floyd sighed annoyed. “I don’t wanna.” “Clean cup, move down!” Cater laughed out. Trey laughed and stood up. Everyone else then stood and shuffled out of the booth. “Must you really be this childish?” Riddle asked. Leona scoffed. “Do you wanna sit next to Floyd?”

Riddle huffed and pouted. Leona and Ruggie got in first this time. Followed by Trey, Riddle and Cater. The other side was now Renmu, the blonde huntsman, his Queen, Azul, Jade and Floyd. Now that everyone was seated, a martini glass filled with purple and red sparkling drink was given to the Queen, then a wine glass filled with the same drink was given to the huntsman. Both were topped with an apple slice and edible flowers. “So you must be the new prefect, non?” Renmu looked up at the tall blonde next to him and nodded. “Such beauty you hold, Roi du mystery!” He said exaggeratedly. “You smell like amber and musk.”

Renmu flushed brightly. There was nothing beautiful about an eyebrowless freak. “I am the Vice Housewarden of Pomefiore, Rook Hunt.” “He’s wearing “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company.” Azul said with a smirk. “Marvelous!” Rook cried out. “What!?” Vil yelled, rising to his feet. “Rook, move over.” The man practically jumped into Rook's lap in an attempt to sit next to Renmu. Rook lifted him with ease by his waist and sat him down next to Renmu. The Queen grabbed Renmu’s face and sniffed him aggressively. “How did you acquire such a bottle? You smell like the freshest apples in all the land, the fairest of all the Lilies of the Valley.” He said, his purple lips pursed into a scowl. “I-It was a gift. I didn’t know it was such a big deal.” Renmu stammered. “Vil, you're making him uncomfortable.” Trey cut in. Vil backed off reluctantly. “You must show me the bottle sometime.” “Who’s still missing from our party?” Jade asked. “Scarabia and Ignihyde.” Cater informed him. “We are here, sorry we are late.”

Renmu almost fell out at how hot this guy sounded. The Universe was really trying to sabotage him. Their sun kissed skin was so rich and deep. The black red and gold reminded Renmu of an imperial dragon. The red flames adorned their black baggy pants, along with the gold jewelry that glittered and shook on their wrists, arms, hair and necks. One of them had white hair with a red headdress tied around his head. Hold shimmered from the red cloth. White tattoos spread across his arms and shoulders. He wore a long sleeveless jacket that flowed behind him. The other had long dark hair and a sleeveless hooded jacket that showed off his toned arms. His hair had some braided strands that had gold laced into it. Renmu’s heart was crying for mercy. “Kalim forgot when the party started.” The long haired one replied. “It’s 7:42, not too shabby if you ask me.” Trey commented. “Move down!” Cater announced. Everyone shuffled down the both again. Kalim was now next to Cater and then the hottie with long hair. “Is Kalim allowed to have a beverage, Jamil?” Azul asked. “Yes. I trust you won’t pull any tricks?” Jamil asked skeptically.

Azul clapped his hands again. Two drinks were swiftly brought out for Kalim and Jamil. Kalim got a pearl colored drink in a Pousse Cafe glass, Jamil had a darker drink in a Grappa glass. Their drinks smelled like cinnamon and spices. “Hmm, I smell Jamil's cooking.” Kalim said sniffing. “No wait, coconut milk!” “Funny, I smell cinnamon and bergamot.” Jamil said, sipping Kalims drink before passing it back. “That would be Roi du Mystery over here.” Rook said smiling. “At first I didn’t know why all of you were sniffing him, but now I smell Candied Violets and buttercream.” Trey added. “He’s wearing enchanted perfume.” Vil siad, swirling his drink. Jamil and Kalim looked over at Renmu. “Ah, you are the new prefect, correct? I’m Jamil Viper, Vice Housewarden of Scarabia.” “I’m Kalim Al-Asim, Housewarden of Scarabia” “Did someone invite Diasonia?” Riddle asked reluctantly. The room went silent. Riddle sighed. “I take that as a no.” “That horned freak doesn't use his phone. It’s his fault.” Leona growled. “I invited him.” Renmu replied. They all looked at Renmu in shock. “How and when!?” Cater asked. “Earlier. I went to his dorm and told him.” “You were able to just walk up and talk to him? He kinda has this intimidating air to him…” Kalim trailed off. Renmu cocked his head in confusion. “He wasn’t scary to me…” “He ain’t scary. He's an annoying horned bastard.” Leona spat. “Dear me, why do you wound me so, Kingscholar.” Leona growled and sat down. “Speak of the devil.”

Malleus and Lilia were now present. They were both handed a Goblet by the waiter filled Malleus’ with a miasma green drink. There was even green fog coming off of it. Lilia’s was red. “Are we moving down or shuffling?” Cater asked, amused. “Oh let me sit next to little Renmu.” Lilia said happily. “I guess we are shuffling.” Trey said standing. “New spot. Move down!” Cater sang.

After their brief shuffling intermission, Leona and Ruggie still went in first. Then Riddle, Trey and Cater, followed by Azul, Jade and Floyd. On the other side Jamil and Kalim scooted in first then Renmu, Lilia, Malleus, Vil, and Rook. “All we are missing is Idia Shroud.” Azul said. “Late as always.” Riddle mumbled. “I'm here.” A deep voice mumbled.

The last Housewarden had finally arrived. He was tall like a lot of the people here. Long flaming blue hair trailed behind him. He wore a black cyberpunk looking bomber jacket. Some parts were cyan. Baggy black reflective pants with a blue belt on his thigh. His boots were bulky black and blue. They looked like space boots. He grabbed a zombie glass filled with a fiery blue drink. He reluctantly sat next to Rook. His blue lips were frowned into a sad scowl. “Finally, we are all here!” Floyd whined. “I’m getting bored.” “Yes, now that everyone is here, let’s start the gathering.” Azul announced, clapping.

Thank you for reading part 2.

Part 3 can be found here.

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creat0r-cat · 2 years

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Jotaro x reader - Until We Meet Again

Jotaro Kujo had never been one to think about the possibility of romance. It absolutely disgusted him when random girls around him would start swooning when he passed by, not only that but just the thought of actually LIKING one of their obsessive butts made him feel like he wanted to hurl. However, he also hated the thought of being alone.

Sure he had his mom who loved him and all, but she was much older than him, and Jotaro thought about maybe starting a family one day. He would never tell anyone, but the thought of him watching a little child run around him, and knowing that they were his, made Jotaro smile.

But how would He ever start a family if he never fell in love.

One night stands were always an option, but that was wrong, even someone like Jotaro knew that. He put his hands to his head in frustration and let out a long sigh. He was almost a senior in high school, and he only had his plans to become a marine biologist to keep him company in these terms. "I have a few days left of summer vacation," he thought, rising from his bed where he had been laying down, "I need to find something to do. The beach.. That's where I'll go."

Jotaro packed a quick bag for his little trip and left the house quickly. He always felt calmer at the beach, or any place with marine life, but especially the beach. "Hopefully," he thought, "I'll be the only one there." However when he arrived, he was disappointed to find there was someone there, a girl. She was standing near some rocks, facing away from him, and seemed to be writing down something.

From what Jotaro could see, she was a girl around his age with (h/c) hair, and perhaps an average height, with was nothing compared to him. As he approached where she stood, he could hear a quiet voice humming softly. As he passed, he noticed she didn't even look up when he walked by.

She was entirely distracted by the rock in front of her, and he sea creatures that were on it. Jotaro couldn't help but stop and walk over to see them. There were a variety of creatures the girl was watching and he recognized all of them.

A star fish, a clam which was right beside a lamp shell, a hermit crab which scuttled on the rock seemingly unbothered by both Jotaro and the girl's presence, and finally a chunk of coral which seemed chunkier and crustier than it was supposed to.

Just then, the girl stopped humming and looked up. "Oh, hello. Sorry if I'm bothering you. I'm just checking out some of the wildlife here." The girl's gaze dropped back to the sea creatures leaving Jotaro in shock. No girl, other than his mom, had spoken to him like that since he began his sophomore in high school.

Jotaro just let out a soft hum of acknowledgment and watched her. "Are you drawing them?" he asked boldly, and prayed he hadn't just made a big mistake by revealing his voice. The girl nodded, "Yup. I'm hoping to get some good sketches so I can remember them when I start my marine biology course."

"What school?" he asked, and she once again looked him in the eye. "Sujin Academy." She said. "That's the same school I go to." He nodded and walked off to another part of the beach where he couldn't see the girl, and he was alone. Later, when he walked down the beach to head home, he noticed the girl was no longer there. Jotaro found himself a little disappointed for some reason. A week passed and he never saw the girl again...

Until he started school again.

As the usual group of girls crowded him, Jotaro tried to escape. He hated this. He hated every part of it. "SHUT UP!!! YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!!!" he shouted at them. He was ticked off, and finally the girls stopped following him. Then there came a rush of girls excited squeals and usual racket about who he said that to.

"It was me!"

"No it was me!"

"You're all delusional! He said it to me!"

Jotaro wanted to die. Time slipped by with his classes and finally his marine biology class began. This was the only class he truly cared about and suddenly, someone caught his eye. Someone was running in the hall to the room he was in and quickly slipped in and sat down with a sigh of relief. She was across the room from Jotaro and he instantly recognized her.

"That's the girl from the beach." he thought in surprise as she got out the sketchbook from that fated day. When the class ended all too soon, he walked over to her.

"So we meet again." She looked up at him and her eyes widened. "Oh! It's you again. Hello" Jotaro nodded and began to walk out of the room, the girl followed him out but began to walk in a different direction. "Where are you going?" Jotaro asked, as he thought he might walk her to her next class. "Wait am I hoping that she's in my class?"

The girl turned to him looking confused. "I'm going to my next class. Why?" Jotaro hid his eyes with his hat. "It doesn't matter. What's your name?" The girl looked surprised and smiled a little. "My name's (l/n) (y/n) it's a pleasure to meet you." Jotero smiled as he looked at her again.

"I'm Kujo Jotaro. I suppose I'll be seeing you again?" He asked this as more of a question hoping that she wouldn't hear his own hope that they would see each other more often. (y/n) smiled a bit more and nodded. "Well, we share this class so I guess so."

The warning bell rang and she looked down the hall. "I need to go. Bye Jotaro." She hurried away and Jotaro was left, smiling a little, and blushing. "Until we meet again." He thought silently, walking down the hall to his next class"

#jotaro x reader #jjba stardust crusaders #x reader

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sweetchup · 3 years

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Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Vol. 2: Into the Deep // Ch. 8

Type: Poseidon x reader

Word Count: 4,500+

⚠️Warning⚠️: Slight Mature Content

Masterlist

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Blue. Everything was blue.

From the bubbles you exhaled to the sun streaming through the window. It was all blue.

Even though you’ve been staying here for about a week, you still couldn’t get used to waking up like this. Underwater. Trapped in a fairytale-like world.

Was this how Triton felt adjusting to the human realm?

“Mom?” As if summoned by your thoughts, you felt Triton shift in bed next to you. The mattress slightly caving in as the young boy cuddled close to your side. “You okay?”

“…yeah.”

You shouldn’t be the one asking me that, you can’t help but think. After all that happened last night, Triton should be the one more shaken up.

…What has this young boy gone through?

Gently, you reach down and run one of your hands through Triton’s hair. It’s silky and soft texture felt ethereal in the water-like environment. Like as if it was threads of gold tediously woven slowly by hand.

“Mom….?” Your hand pauses as Triton lifts his head to look at you. Blue… It must be because you two were underwater but Triton’s eyes were a striking bright blue today. Unlike their usual pale grayish version. Seems like everything would truly be covered in blue while you were here, “Are you sure you—“

“My, oh my. This is unexpected.”

At the sudden new voice, you jolt out of bed. It seemed like you couldn’t even get a bit of peace for a second in the place. However, as you take in the figure that was at the door you soon pause.

A butler? A human looking one at that. Was he perhaps a siren or mermaid? But he also had no tail…

“Hermes!” You feel yourself choke slightly at what Triton shouts. Hermes? As in the Messenger god? He looked nothing at all like the mythology books.

“Good day, Master Triton.” Hermes greets as Triton comes crawling out of bed and up to him. As you watch Triton start telling Hermes a story about something, you see Hermes' gaze shift from the young boy in front of him to you. Red… You are cut off guard as you notice Hermes’ eyes were a surprising color of scarlet red. As in the most ripe apples and cherries or that of a deep red ruby. However that wasn’t what entranced you the most. No, it was the unusual spider web irises that accompanied those pits of red.

“By the way, What brings you here, Hermes?” Thankfully at Triton’s question, Hermes' gaze turns away from you. Allowing you to release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You weren’t sure what it was but for some reason you felt like you had to be careful around him.

Hesitantly, you pull the covers off of your form and make your way out of bed next to Triton. You didn’t want to get closer to Hermes but you also didn’t want Triton to be left alone with the young man. Who knows what the god could be up to, “Master Zeus wanted me to return a special package to you.”

“A package?”

Nervously, you let out a small gulp as Hermes disappears back into the hallway to grab the mysterious “package”. Should you make a run for it? After all, it could possibly be dangerous. He could—

“Here it is.”

“Ack!” You can’t help but let out once you see what Hermes is holding in his arms. Did Zeus really order Hermes to go all the way to the mortal realm to grab that?

“Alexander the Great!” Triton cheers out as he grabs the ginormous king turtle from Hermes. Clearly happy to be reunited with his trusty stuffed animal. “Oh! I know the perfect spot to put you.”

You watch as Triton races across the room to a corner filled with fluffy pillows and blankets. Even here it seemed he built those nest-like beds. You wondered where he got such a thing from.

“Now, My Lady…” Startled by the warm breath on the shell of your ear, you feel yourself freeze before shakily turning to look at Hermes standing close next to you, “I have a package from Zeus for you as well.”

“O-Oh really…?” You hesitantly say as you take a step away from the god. Was personal space not a thing for them?

“Yes, now if you would follow me.” Hermes states, gesturing to the door.

“Thank you but I’m going to grab it later. I want to stay with Triton for now.”

“Oh but my Lady. I insist.”

“I’m really fin—“ You are cut off as Hermes places his hands around your waist and proceeds to carry you out of the room. He was so fast you hardly had time to blink or even realize what he had done.

“We will be right back, Master Triton.” Hermes shouts out to the young boy as he leaves the room and makes his way into the hallway. Finally able to realize what is going on, you grab at Hermes’ hands on your waist. Futility attempting to get him to let go of you.

“Hey! Let go of me.” You shout out to the god. However, the only thing you got was a curious eyebrow raise in return.

“Oh.” Hermes let out as if suddenly realizing something. Interested you pause at your fighting, only to soon regret it as you see a dangerous gleam in his eyes. As if a mischievous plan was forming in his head, “I apologize My Lady, I wasn’t thinking. You must be used to the way Master Poseidon holds you.”

“H-Hey—EEepp.”

Instantly, in pure terror, you grab onto Hermes shoulders as he throws you lightly up in the air. Thankfully, you didn’t squeal too hard as you had already known what he was possibly referring to about how ‘Poseidon holds you’.

“Now, is this more comfortable, My Lady?” Hermes asks as he holds you bridal style in his arms. What in the world was with gods and their need to hold Humans, or possibly lesser beings, this way?

Now embarrassed, especially at how the maids and servants whisper to each other as you two walk by, you give up the need to fight Hermes. Knowing there was no chance in hell you would be able to get away anyways with how strong he was compared to you.

“Lord Hermes—“

“Please, just call me Hermes.” The messenger god states cheerfully as he cuts you off. As if he totally didn’t just kidnap you.

After letting out a small sigh in frustration, you continue, “Alright, Hermes. Where are you taking me?”

“Just to the main foyer, My Lady.”

At Hermes' simple minded answer, you feel your eyebrow twitch slightly. If you weren’t already afraid of the god, you bet you would have smacked that smug look off his face by now. You could clearly see now how Hermes was the Son of Zeus, “Okay… So, Why are you taking me there?”

“To meet someone special that Master Zeus invited.”

…

You swore to god.

“Who is that special someone?” You state, making sure to emphasize on your question this time. As if sensing your frustration, Hermes, clearly pleased with your reaction, smiles slightly.

“Scylla. You are meeting Lady Scylla.”

“…Scylla…?”

You feel yourself pause at the name, an odd sense of familiarity blooming in your brain. You had definitely heard that name before but… where….?

“Scylla, as in Scylla and Charybdis.” Hermes explains, his smile growing wider as he takes in the confused look on your face. As you ponder the second name, it finally hits you about why it had all sounded so familiar.

Scylla was a legendary monster in Greek mythology that lived on one side of a narrow channel of water, opposite to her counterpart Charybdis.

Scylla's description varied from tale to tale but she was often described as a female monstrosity. Her lower body consisted of six serpent-like heads on long snaky necks, each head having a triple row of shark-like teeth. Then, on her stomach were the heads of ferocious dogs.

However, it wasn’t her appearance or the fact that she was a monster that startled you the most. No.

Scylla wasn’t always a monster. No, she used to be a nymph. There are two tales that explained as to why Scylla was turned into a monster in the first place. One of them being, as well as the most frightening one to you, was that…

…Amphitrite was jealous of Scylla.

“W-why am I meeting with Scylla?” You questioned outloud to Hermes. Whose grin only seemed to grow once you asked him.

“Pardon me but it is much more fun if you find out yourself.” Hermes explained casually as he stops in front of a room. He wasn’t…

“Wait—“

“Have a fun time, My Lady.”

And with that, Hermes proceeded to shove you in the room and close the doors behind you. That bastard… you knew you shouldn’t trust him.

“Are you Lady (y/n)?”

Freezing, you look across the room in the direction of the voice. There was no doubt that it was Scylla. But,…

You find yourself pausing as you gaze down at her abdomen.

“Pomeranians?” Instantly, after the word slips out, you cover your mouth. Great going there, (y/n).

Though, it wasn’t just the fact that the supposed ‘ferocious dogs’ were sophisticated Pomeranian that caught you off guard. The lady, well ex-nymph, before you looked about in her late 50s and was dressed quite modestly. Yet also very sophisticated.

“Yes, they are Pomeranians.” Scylla answers, seeming to take a pause as she sips from her teacup before continuing, “Now, as I asked before, Are you Lady (y/n)?”

“Oh, I apologize. I am Lady (y/n).” You answer back, not missing how Scylla eyebrows slightly twitch.

“…It seems I have a lot of work…” You hear Scylla mumble lightly under her breath as she proceeds to shake her head. What was she talking about?

“…Pardon?”

“Oh, nothing. Please take a seat, Lady (y/n).”

Carefully, you make your way across the room to sit at the table. As you do so, you don’t miss the chance to notice how extravagant the room was. Not only was it made of marble and intricate gold carvings like the rest of Triton’s Manor but it also had a beautiful ceiling mural and, next to where the table that Scylla was sitting, a wall to wall and floor to ceiling grand window view.

As you take a seat down across from Scylla, you have to hold yourself back from gasping as you could now take in the full view. There were arrays of colorful Coral reefs and plants. Some that you have never ever seen, perhaps they only grew in the realm of the gods and were special in some way. However, it was past the Coral reefs that were placed outside the window that gained your interest. Far out in the horizon, stood what looked like a grand underwater city that looked fresh out of a futuristic sci-fi movie with its intricate buildings and colorful lights.

“Ahem.” At Scylla’s cough, you finally turn your attention back to the older woman, “I will now formally introduce myself. I am Scylla, a former nymph that worked for Lord Poseidon. As well as…

…Triton’s former Nanny.”

“I see.” You let out as you take in the information the woman has told you. It seemed like just how the other gods were different from mythology so was Scylla. But, you couldn’t write off anything about Scylla yet. You didn’t know her full intentions on accepting to come to see you here today. “Can I ask why you came to see me today, Lady Scylla?”

“Of course.” Scylla answers as she carefully places her teacup back down on its plate and looks at you, “I am not here to hurt you but rather to help you. My first duty in coming here is informing you about everything you need to know. From Master Triton’s childhood to Lady Amphitrite nature, I am hoping to tell you everything possibly important I have seen in over the millennia I have worked for the family.”

Now you understand why she was here. If you didn’t understand the inner workings or secrets of the family, it could honestly get you killed. And that could count for either Poseidon or Amphitrite. It also makes sense why Zeus specifically sent her as he still had the intentions of you replacing Amphitrite as Poseidon’s wife. So, knowing what makes Poseidon tic would be crucial.

“My second reason for coming here is to teach you the proper etiquette of the gods.”

You feel your thoughts come to a screeching halt at her statement, “Huh?”

“I’m going to be honest with you, Lady (y/n),” Scylla vocalizes as she shakes her head, “Since you are a human, you are considered at the bottom in our realm. If the citizens of Atlantis don’t like you, they will kill you. If you disrespect a god or goddess, they will kill you. If someone wants your spot on the throne, they will kill you. If you aren’t strong or smart enough, you will get killed. Respect, etiquette and knowledge are the three things that will keep you alive here…”

Scylla pauses as she looks around to make sure that no one was nearby to hear what she would say next.

“Lady (y/n).” Scylla starts as she surprisingly reaches across the table to hold your hands. “I know of Lord Zeus’ plan to make you the next queen. As a former Nymph, where my kind is often taken advantage of by gods just like humans, I beg of you. Do not. Follow. Zeus’. Plan. It will surely get you killed. To him, if you die, He will simply take another human or some other god to take your place. All he wants is Amphitrite off the throne.”

It wasn’t as if you already didn’t guess that from Zeus. You already knew, deep down in an unsettling feeling in your stomach, that he considered you lesser than himself. No matter how kind he seemed to act to you.

Also it wasn’t as if you were trying to seduce Poseidon or become the next queen in anyways. Your main objective, as it always had been, was to protect and care for Triton.

You are brought back to reality as Scylla lets go of your hands and stands up, “Come. We don’t have much time.”

“Right.” Instantly, you follow the older woman as she makes her way across the room. You didn’t know where she could possibly be going but followed her anyway. “A frame?”

You look curiously at, what you guessed to be, the decorative frame of a mirror. You had no idea why you two have specifically stopped here. Was the frame important in some way, like some sort of secretive family heirloom?

However, you soon doubt that previous guess of yours as suddenly, as if bent by Scylla’s mind and will, the inside of the mirror starts to glow. It continued to glow as the light slowly trickled to the rest of the mirror and once it was fully completed, Scylla moves out of the way and gestures to it.

“You want me to walk up to it?” You ask Scylla as you make a small step to the blinding mirror. Slowly as you grow closer, you reach out your hand to slightly graze its surface. Only to realize it wasn’t a surface at all. “W-Woah!”

You are caught off guard as you are suddenly pulled into the mirror by a great force. Hissing, your eyes stung by the ever so bright light. What is happening? You thought Scylla was going to explain to you about the family history. Could she possibly have lied and tricked you?

Amphitrite… Daughter of Nereus and Doris…

“W-Who goes there?” You shout out, startled by the booming voice. “Were you the one who pulled me in here?”

However, as if the voice couldn’t hear you, it continues it’s speech and you are suddenly placed into a white blank room.

One of 50 sisters, known as the Nereids…Amphitrite grew up as any other goddess…

An ancient stone wall suddenly appears right in front of you. It’s drawings and paintings seeming to depict the beautiful Nereids.

…However, that was far from the truth…

All of sudden the paintings come to life, some of the Nereids were killing and even poisoning their sisters.

…All of those sisters were filled with greed… greed to be ever so powerful like their father and it only seemed to grow when it was announced that Poseidon would choose one to be his queen…

The stone changes once more, completely wiped clean except for one lone woman in the center. A shining crown placed on her head.

…And Amphitrite came out on top. With most of her sisters dead or banished by her, she was now the lone survivor to gain all the power she desired…as the new goddess and queen of the sea…

…However,…Poseidon wasn’t how she expected….

You are startled as the full white room, even the ground you were standing on, changes. The room now taking on an elegant bedroom. A grand circle bed was placed in the center of the room. With Pillows and silk blankets scattered around in it.

A sudden loud creak catches your attention and you spin your head around. Caught off guard at who was in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” Poseidon's voice booms out as he glares daggers at you. His form no longer dressed in his usual attire but instead one made for bed.

“I-I—“ “You can’t possibly expect nothing to happen on our wedding night.”

Taking a step away from Poseidon, you turn and realize he wasn’t talking nor glaring at you. Instead, his piercing gaze was directed at a woman sitting on the bed. A simple yet sexy nightgown covering her form.

You have never seen her before with her long and deep colored scarlet hair, with her sea green eyes and pale clear skin. But you could at least guess who she was.

“Amphitrite. Leave.” Poseidon orders, as he turns away from the woman to shrug off his shirt, “I won’t be asking again.”

The woman only giggles in response, seeming not to take Poseidon’s threat seriously as she makes her way up to the male.

“Oh god—“ You can’t help but let out. Quickly covering your eyes as you see Amphitrite loosen her strap of her nightgown, causing the article of clothing to fall to the floor. What was the woman thinking?!

Even with your heart practically beating out of your ears, you hear Poseidon let out a deep sigh and the loud sound of heavy footsteps making their way past you. From what you guess, this was a memory of the past and the two couldn’t see you.

“W-Where are you going—“ Amphitrite voice is cut off as the door is shut with a loud bang. It is quiet for a moment. Yet it was only a moment. As soon afterwards, the loud banging and breaking sounds ring out around the room as Amphitrite takes her anger out on the area around her. “That fucking piece of shit!! I’ll show you—“

Amphitrite voice is once again cut off. Yet this time not by Poseidon but instead the blinding light as the voice changes the scene. Deeming it safe, you uncover your eyes and take in the new scene around you. You were no longer in Poseidon’s bedroom but seemed to still be in the palace. This time the bed was a simple queen one, it’s sheets covered in blood that scared you for a moment. That is until another item gains your attention.

A baby crib.

Amphitrite was furious about how she couldn’t get Poseidon to bend to her will. She believed that he should be groveling at her feet and craving for her affections…

…This only got worse after she found out she was pregnant with an heir that Poseidon didn’t care for….

Startled by what the voice was saying, you take a step towards the baby crib. That means this crib was…

You let out an audible gasp as you lean over the crib. An ever so familiar pair of pale blue eyes staring up at you. It was baby Triton.

Damn, you wished you had your phone on you to take a picture of this moment. He was just all too adorable.

At the pregnancy of the child, Amphitrite left it in the hands of a nanny. Not wanting to bother with a child that will only hold her back.

“Lord Poseidon. I beg of you, Please do not hurt—”

“Silence.”

That voice… Hastily, you make your way across the room to the door that was slightly ajar. Standing outside was Poseidon, a couple of his attendees and Scylla. Scylla, who seemed to be back when she was a nymph, was on her hands and knees, begging something out of the god.

“Tch.” Poseidon lets out, seeming annoyed. You freeze as you see the male grab his trident and make his way towards the door.

“Lord Poseidon, Pleas— Ack!” As Scylla tries to bring her head up and grab onto Poseidon to stop him but before she could do so an attendee stomps on her back. Stopping her in her tracks.

“Do not come in.”

You back away as Poseidon makes his way into the room, shutting the door behind him. He wasn’t planning to…

You cover your ears as a loud screeching sound fills the room. It was coming from Poseidon’s trident as he drags the blade across the floor, Leaving long scratching indinents in the marble floor.

This is in the past, (y/n). You forcibly remind yourself as you watch Poseidon get closer to the crib. Triton is still alive, he’s not going to die here.

You freeze as the screeching sound stops and Poseidon lifts his trident. Uncovering your ears, you stare, mind boggled, at what happens next.

Poseidon… was whistling.

Was he attempting to soothe the baby before he killed it? What sort of Psycho was he—

“Ah! Stop!” You shout out as Poseidon’s trident comes barreling down towards the crib. He was going to actually kill—

Suddenly, Poseidon’s arm comes to a screeching halt.

“Bo ba ba booo.” Triton babbles away, seeming to attempt to imitate the song Poseidon had just whistled out.

…

“Tch.” Poseidon imbeds his trident in the marble before picking Trident up by the back of his onesie.

That’s not how you were supposed to carry a child! You could accidentally cause it to choke itself.

As you make your way closer to the two, worried about Triton’s safety, Poseidon once again whistles out. His gaze trained to the baby’s face.

“Boooo ba ba boo.” Triton lets out again, seeming to try his best to imitate Poseidon. Giggling slightly at the end as he reaches out towards his father and grabs a piece of Poseidon’s hair.

“You’re doing it wrong.” Poseidon mutters out as he brings his other hand up to Triton, the time adjusting his grip so that he was holding the baby by the armpits.

Poseidon whistles out once more. This time going slightly slower for the baby to listen.

Was this guy seriously attempting to teach a baby how to sing a song when he tried to kill it only seconds ago? Plus it was a baby for crying out loud.

“Hey! Get back here!”

The door comes flying open with a startling bang as Scylla trips her way into the room.

“I warned you!” Scylla screams out as the attendees' sword comes barreling down at her. However, thankfully, it never hits her. “L-Lord Poseidon-n…”

You cover your mouth as the attendee falls to the ground, his body separated in half by the trident Poseidon had just thrown.

“Silence.” Poseidon orders out to the rest of the attendees, who quickly release Scylla and back away. “You, Lady. Come here.”

“M-me?”

Scylla freezes as she sees the look Poseidon gives her. About how she should know better than to make him repeat himself. Frantically, she makes her way over to the two.

“What’s its name?” Poseidon asks Scylla. Who grows pale as she watches as Triton pulls at Poseidon’s hair. Yet, surprisingly, the god of the sea doesn’t flinch nor remove the annoyance, allowing the baby to continue what it was doing.

“I-uh. L-Lady Amphitrite never gave the child a name...”

Silence. You let out a small gulp as you anxiously take in the scene in front of you. Poseidon definitely wasn’t pleased with this development.

“Pardon me, M-My Lord. May I suggest something-g?” Scylla stutters out as she anxiously twiddles her thumbs. She seemed to be on the brink of collapsing from stress and anxiety.

“Speak.”

“Why…Why don’t you name the boy?”

Once again silence. However, it wasn’t as tense as the previous one. It seemed Poseidon was truly pondering Scylla’s suggestion.

“Triton.” Poseidon booms out. “His name will be Triton.”

“An E-Excellent choice, My Lord.” Scylla compliments. Yet, even though Poseidon accepted her suggestion, she didn’t seem pleased. “A-Another thing, My Lord. You aren’t supposed to hold a baby in that manner.”

“Huh?”

Quickly, Scylla attempts to cover her mistake, “I-I mean-n! You can hold the boy however you want. It just that isn't the most comfortable manner! You don’t have to listen to what I suggest. Please forgive me.”

You are surprised once more as Poseidon gives Scylla the baby. Seeming to tell her to show him how to hold Triton without wanting to ask. You have grown to notice that his pride seems to get in the way of things a lot of the time.

It eerily, in a way, reminded you of what happened last night when Poseidon listened to your own suggestion. Would he act in a fit of rage this time as well? Could this be how Scylla got—

“Bah!” Triton shouts out, startling you out of your thoughts. Currently, Poseidon was attempting to cradle Triton the way Scylla had shown him. The nanny fiddled with her fingers as she worriedly watched the two.

“Booo ba ba booo…. Boo boo boo boooo… boooo….” Triton babbles out, this time somewhat replicating the song accurately.

“Heh.”

Heh? You are startled at the sound Poseidon makes. Did he just laugh slightly?

Inching closer, you take in the look on Poseidon’s face as he looks down at Triton. As if his cold exterior had cracked ever so slightly, you could see a sliver of fondness in Poseidon’s cold blue eyes. A look that showed love for his newborn son.

…Yet, you thought Poseidon didn’t feel that way about Triton.

“My Lord.” Poseidon's fondness quickly disappears as he turns to look at Amphitrite who stood at the door. You could see an ever so slight smirk on her face. “I didn’t realize you wanted to visit our son. You should have told me, I would have come with you.”

Oh. Was it because…

“Zeus and Hera wanted to see the child.” Poseidon lies to Amphitrite as he gives the child back to Scylla. Seeming to believe her husband, Amphitrite's smile soon turns to a scowl.

“I see.” She bitterly spits out before walking away. Not wanting to stick around for any longer.

Once Amphitrite footsteps are no longer heard, Poseidon turns back to Scylla. Whispering in a low voice so that the attendees can’t hear.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time. Don’t be late and don’t tell anyone.”

With that Poseidon walks away, his attendees quickly chasing after him. As Scylla seems happy with the new found development, hugging Triton tightly to her chest as she showers him in praises, you… didn’t know what to think.

You…

…Couldn’t wrap your head around why your chest aches so much when you watch the two.

…What in the world happened between Triton and Poseidon that changed them…?

Author Note: Just in case people didn’t see my notice about this yesterday. I decided to split Ch. 8 into two parts, due to it revealing a lot of things. So the second part will be up tomorrow (Friday). If there is any confusion, please feel free to ask or comment. I will be checking my tumble a lot today since I know this is a crazy chapter.

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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for mermay, 9 indruck nsfw?

Here you go! #9 was folklore, Indrid’s design is based on a blue-ring Octopus, and I borrowed from one of the Discord convos we had about mer Indrid recently.

Content note: there is implied transphobia/misgendering in the reason Duck ends up in the water.

Duck goes to the depths still protesting, hands and ankles bound in rope and dark water closing over his head.

No amount of insisting he was the man he said he was or appealing to logic was enough; a woman aboard, even when he isn’t a woman, is bad luck and must be gotten rid off. So here he is, drowning for the sake of superstition, folklore and nonsense the reason his lungs scream in protest, denied air.

Whoever said drowning was like falling asleep was a damn liar; he’s in agony, reduced to his most basic state of a creature that wants to stay alive and cursed with the knowledge that he won’t. He shuts his eyes, as if that might make it more dreamlike, and circles past him, he feels fingers on his cheek and then, and then....

Then he’s waking up, chest rising and falling with ease. No more than a nightmare, then, he’s still on the ship-

No, wait, his blanket is floating where he kicked it away. He’s alive, he’s in some sort of bedroom, and he’s fucking confused.

Voices float in under the door, a lilting one reaching him first, “...most stubborn set of legs I ever encountered. A kiss is supposed to be enough, yet while his body can survive in our realm, it insists on remaining like itself.”

“Indrid, his majesty is going to be unhappy when he finds out.”

“I am aware, Vincent. And if my brother finds a drowning man, he may rescue him or not as he sees fit. He does not get to dictate my conscious.”

“I mean, I think you did the right thing” A woman’s voice now, “but he’s still pretty angry at you for the whole giving me legs incident.”

“You wanted to see your beloved, and I am almost as fond of Aubrey as I am of you. A charm that allows you to go between worlds is hardly cause for such a fuss.”

“It was the no-voice thing that bothered him.”

A sigh, “Time and again I have reminded him that strong magic comes with a price. In your case it was easily paid, because Aubrey recognized you instantly and kissed you. As if I would send my own niece into a situation where she might be trapped.” The last sentence is muttered, like the speaker knows no one will listen.

“I know that. That’s why you're my favorite uncle.”

“I am your only uncle” the smile is audible, “and I am just glad the two of you will be married soon. Now if you will excuse me, my foresight tells me my guest is awake.”

A door opens and shuts, and a moment later the curtain of kelp at the end of the room parts. Duck’s never believed in mermaids (or mermen), but that’s what swims to him now, human face and torso giving way to eight silvery tentacles dotted with deep blue rings. They’re almost as striking as his face, his features sharp and alien, crowned with silver-white hair.

“Hello” The mer smiles with sharp teeth, “How are you feeling?”

“Uh, not as confused as I could be on account of what I heard, but still tryin to work out why the fuck you saved me at all.”

“Three reasons: for starters, I dislike having corpses floating around the kingdom. I also do not see the point in having the power of foresight if I cannot use it to prevent suffering when possible. And finally I…” The calm smile on his face falters a moment, “I saw the moments that lead to your being thrown into the waves. You were condemned for being something you are not. I, ah, I could not let such an injustice come to pass.” His mask remakes itself, “and so here you are, Duck Newton.”

“And the kiss?” Duck raises his eyebrow.

“Ah, yes. If a mer kisses a dying human, that human will become a mer themselves. Except in your case, you have-”

“-Stubborn legs?”

A light laugh, “And here I thought I would be the one interrupting you. Yes, exactly. I have no idea why. I’m simply glad the magic worked well enough to help you breathe. There is a, ah, an issue however. My visions show that in your current state, you will not be able to survive on land.”

“But you said somethin about a charm to your, uh, niece?”

“That worked because it simply had to take her from mermaid to human; you’re stuck between forms in a way that, were I to apply the same approach to you it would end badly. As in accidentally turn you into a fish badly, at least in most timelines.”

“Huh” Duck worries the inside of his cheek with his tongue, “so I’m stuck here.”

“Indeed. I’m sorry.” Indrid sits on the foot of the bed, tentacles moving this way and that to fidget with the blankets, the bedposts, and the stray shells on the floor, “This has never happened before, and I did not mean to trap you in this way, I only meant to save you, to give you freedom.”

“That’s more than a lot of folks’ve tried to give me lately.” Tentatively, he touches the tentacle tip nearest him. It weaves between his fingers, the pressure from the suckers on the underside oddly pleasant. He rubs his thumb over a blue spot, which draws Indrid’s attention. His face goes pink and he pulls the tentacle back.

“Apologies, they have a mind of their own at times.”

“Don’t bother me. I, uh, I was just tryin to show you I ain’t mad. Feel a little adrift, but that’s a damn sight better then bein’ dead.”

“Adrift--OH, oh I see, you are going to say you do not know what to do now. The answer is heal; even though you are alive, your body and mind suffered before I saved you. You need rest and care, and I promise you shall want for neither. You are my honored guest, Duck Newton. My home is yours. I, ah, I would offer to let you leave the instant you are feeling able, but as you heard there are some issues with you being seen in this state.”

“Used to layin low.” Duck sighs, flopping back on the bed (or trying to, as he floats down onto the mattress instead).

“I gathered. If I had things my way, you would not need to do such things here. Alas, until my brother gets eaten by a shark, we may be dealing with this arrangement for some time” he gestures to the room, bathed in blues and greens as light filters down from the surface and in through the windows. Two tentacles gather the blanket, spreading it back up Duck’s body and smoothing it down.

“Rest now, Duck Newton. In the morning I will have much to show you.”

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Duck wakes up clawing at the water above the bed, heart beating fast enough he fears it might eject itself up his throat.

The nightmares a fewer these last two days, but whenever they want to be done for good is fine by him.

He gathers seaweed green robe Indrid gave him and makes his way out of the bedroom and down the hall. Indrid gave him a bracelet of cowrie shells that’s enchanted to let him walk without floating away. He’s a strong swimmer, but without a tail to aid him he tires quickly against the force of the water.

The merman’s house is huge, an attempt by the king to keep him happy without giving him any useful power. Most rooms are cluttered with etchings and drawings or items salvaged from wrecks or the shoreline. There are spare beds, but after the night where Duck awoke in a panic and could not calm down, where Indrid found him the next morning exhausted and shaking, the mer offered to sleep in the same room with him. Duck pointed out that it was technically Indrid’s bedroom anyway and he could sleep there if he wanted to. The mer dragged a variety of comfy pillows into the corner and declared he would be quite happy there. More than once Duck’s woken up first to see him sprawled out on the cushions, always clinging one against his chest. Duck wonders what would happen if he offered to take it’s place. He suspects he could do so without issue.

He’s no stranger to being admired, though the last time someone eyed him so approvingly he ran off to sea to avoid marrying them. Indrid’s red eyes contain the same desire but none of the entitlement. The merman’s been staring at him since that first day, though it’s only recently that he let’s Duck seem him doing so, after Duck caught his eye and stared right back.

Teasing Indrid is more fun than he expected, because while the mer usually gives as good as he gets, some days he blushes and wiggles his tentacle tips under Ducks attention. Indrid is obviously high status and, in Duck’s view, the most captivating mer in the kingdom; making him go pinker than a virgin at a striptease from a little flirting is gratifying.

His absolute favorite part of his new home, aside from Indrid, are the gardens at the center. Coral glistens and rainbows of fish flit across his path, sea flowers bloom and wave as he passes by. The best place to sit is in a massive clam shell with an excellent view of the grounds and the city beyond. It also happens to be Indrid’s preferred location to draw.

The mer takes one look at him and extends a tentacle, guiding Duck down to nestle close to him. When they’re with arms reach, one hand leaves his drawing to pet Duck’s thigh soothingly. He tilts his head, intending to study the sketch and ask about it, but ends up with his head on Indrid’s shoulder, slipping back into sleep.

“Oh dear.” Indrid murmurs, closing the book as a flurry of voices swim towards them.

“So, the rumors are true; you’ve brought a human into our domain.”

“Good morning to you as well, dear brother.”

The king crosses his arms, glaring at them, “if you cannot provide a decent reason for your having him here, I will make exile him myself. Right now.”

Indrid’s expression and voice remain calm, but one tentacle coils around Duck’s ankle and his hand clings to the loose trousers, “He, ah, he is, ah”

“I thought as much.” The king swims forward.

“Pet!” Indrid grins triumphantly, “he’s my pet. You keep saying you wish I would find a way to occupy my time and stay out of trouble, and here he is.” Indrid pulls Duck into his lap, patting his head with such exaggeration Duck has to stifle a laugh, “I have been so busy with him the last few weeks I’ve had little time for anything else. Isn’t that right, Vincent?”

Their friend nods, “Yes, your highness, the prince has found Du--, uh, the human most diverting.”

The king narrows his eyes, “Very well. The human may stay in that capacity.” With that, he swims from the gardens, trailed by his advisors.

“I gotta start wearing a leash now?” Duck teases, realizing too late that he’d do so in an instant as long as Indrid was holding the other end.

The blue of the rings deepens, “Not at all. Apologies for referring to you as my pet, but the timelines shifted so heavily in the direction of him casting you into the open sea that I panicked.”

“Aw, you lied to the kings face just for me. Must really like me.”

“I do! I, oh dear have I not made that clear?” Indrid gathers Duck’s hands between his own.

“You have, I was just teasin you. I don’t mind playin your spoiled pet to get one over on him, provided you keep spoilin me.”

Indrid’s grin returns, “I’m certain I can manage that.”

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“I hate it when he calls my bluffs.” Indrid glowers into the jeweled box just delivered to their doorstep. Right before Duck asks what’s wrong, the merman hands him a small piece of parchment.

Prince Indrid,

Included is a gift for your ‘pet,’ as you are apparently in need of it. It would be a shame for him to get lost, after all.

The note ends with the kings seal. Duck looks up as Indrid turns the box his way, revealing a collar studded with abalone shells and a leash woven from dark, sturdy seaweed. So many obscene images flood his mind it takes two tries before he can focus on Indrid’s words.

“...Thought I kept us clear of anyone who would bother to report us. I’m sure there’s a way around it, ruse aside you are my friend and equal and I will not ask you to humiliate yourself. Hmm, oh goodness, we will need to send word to Dani and Barclay that we cannot come to dinner to tonight, that’s not enough time to draw up a solution, though perhaps we can invite them here instead.” His tentacles trawl the ground as he paces the room.

“‘Drid?”

“Yes?” The mer stops, then his eyes widen, “you are serious?”

“Gotta let me offer first.” He replies with fond exasperation, “I fine with wearin it while we’re out. I know how you really feel about me and, uh, it, uh, makes me feel...safe?” It’s right on the border of a lie by omission, but he manages to get it out.

“I see” Indrid swims casually towards him, as if that will distract Duck from the pink creeping up his cheeks, “in that case, may I put this on you, pet?”

“Uh huh.” Duck tilts his chin up, shuts his eyes with a happy sigh as Indrid latches the collar in place. The mer stays chest to chest with him, testing to be certain the collar is comfortable.

“How is that?”

“Woof” Duck deadpans.

Indrid blinks, confused.

“It’s the noise a dog makes.”

Another blink.

“Y’know those things that are like sea lions but on four legs instead of flippers?”

“That’s what those are called. Fascinating.” Indrid loops the leash into place and Duck growls playfully. The mer pats his cheek, fingers lingering on his skin as he purrs, “good boy.”

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“Are you ready?” Indrid tips to vials of purple powder into a bowl, causing sweet smelling swirls of color to fill the room.

“Yeah. Been ready for years.” Duck stands opposite from him, drumming his fingers nervously on the rim of the bowl.

A week ago, Indrid asked in that blunt way of his if Duck wanted his human form to be different than it was. When he said yes, the mer immediately swam from the table and into the library to pull books from shelves.

“It will take a few days to prepare; I am careful in all my spells but, well...well I suppose when it is you I am inclined to take even more care than usual.”

It’s not the spell that’s making his nerves bubble up his chest; it’s the component of it he has to contribute. A secret, a precious one, because powerful magic will not give something for nothing.

“Whisper it into the foam.” Indrid gestures to the golden bubbles on the surface of the bowl.

Duck keeps it short and sweet. Then blinding light surrounds him, pure white spiked through with pink and blue, and he collapses to the ground, unable to do anything but hold himself as the spell courses through him. When the colors fade and the room returns to view, it’s all he can do to make his legs stand.

“How, ah, how do you feel?” Indrid taps his fingers together nervously, four of his tentacles following suite.

“Like I got trampled by a horse and came out a new man.”

“Oh. Good.” The fidgeting intensifies. Duck can only think of one reason for that.

“‘Drid? Did, uh, did the spell mean you learned the secret?”

“Yes.”

“Does it bother you? What I said, I mean.”

“No.”

A pulse of water, flourish of blue and silver, and Indrid’s lips find his. Arms and tentacles lift and hold him as they spin slowly across the room, the mer moaning when Duck drags his hands up his chest. He keeps kissing him as he speaks, mouth growing needier after every pause, “I, there were only a few timelines where you confessed your feelings for me and I, I wanted them so badly but I swore I would only act on your feelings if you used them in the spell, not simply because I saw futures where you might.” Tentacles slide under his shirt and up his pant-leg, “ohhhh, touching you in visions is nothing compared to feeling you for real.”

“Can feel me as much as you want, darlin. Got some things I wanna get my hands on too.” He tangles his fingers in Indrid’s hair, glides his mouth down to kiss his collarbone and tease a nipple with his tongue.

“Oh my sweet little human, the things I am going to do to yo-”

The doorbell times and Indrid nearly drops him.

“Damn it all, I forgot we were hosting game night.”

“Don’t worry ’Drid,” Duck pinches the base on one tentacle, “I ain’t goin anywhere, we can pick this up another time.”

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“I call that a success.” Indrid ushers Duck into the house. They’re returning from Aubrey and Dani’s engagement party (Indrid having provided Aubrey with a mer-charm of her own. As much as he loathes the idea, King Woodbridge has had to give the marriage his blessing; Dani is his only heir. If he disowns her, his throne passes to Indrid, a scenario he hates even more than a human/mer wedding.

Duck wore his collar all evening in case one of the king’s toadies got it into their heads to tell on him. It also matches the clothing Indrid bought him exceedingly well, and he’s not ashamed he admired himself while passing the mirror.

Indrid doffs his cloak as Duck closes the bedroom door, “You can remove that now my sweet.”

He leans against the carved driftwood, “And, uh, what if I don’t wanna?”

The mers hand pauses where it’s setting the leash on a table, “then I suggest you come here at once, pet.”

Not for the first time, Duck longs for a tail so he could speed through the water into Indrid’s arms. The mer is impatient as well, gives a wickedly charming grin as the lease whips out on it’s on to connect with the collar so he can yank Duck flush against him.

“Better, but you are still not as I need you.” Keeping the leash wrapped around one hand, the other starts on the buttons of Duck’s shirt. The human tries to help, only for tentacles to trap his wrists together, “thoughtful, pet, but I do so enjoy unwrapping you myself.”

“‘Drid, pleaseplease hurry.”

“Manners, pet” A tentacle thwacks his ass just as two others pull his pants to the ground.

“I said please” Duck laughs as Indrid nibbles his neck.

“Is that sufficient for someone who spoils you as much as I?” Indrid flutters his eyelashes.

Duck bumps their noses together, “Please, ‘Drid, want you to fuck me, you take such good care of me, wanna take care of you right back, I’ll make you feel so good darlin please.”

“Much better”

His remaining clothing falls away. Out of habit, he moves to cover himself, only for his arms and legs to be pulled outwards, leaving him spread-eagle in Indrid’s hold.

“Do not so much as think about hiding this perfect form from me, pet.” In the front folds between his tentacles, Indrid’s dick begins to emerge.

“Someone get off on admirin his handiwork?”

The smile softens, “I am admiring you, sweet one. You have the finest body I have ever laid eyes on; you did when we met, and you do now. I delight in holding it, touching it, these days I delight in seeing your comfort in your own skin.” A predatory glint returns to his eyes, “and of course, I like fucking you in it. In fact, that gives me an idea.”

Tentacles spin Duck in a half circle as Indrid swims to the mirror, meaning the human sees their reflections as the mer purrs in his ear, “I want you to see just how perfect you look on my cock, pet.”

“Jesusfuck, ‘Drid, yes” His own cock is hardening between his legs as small tendrils part and prod his ass; Indrid’s cock resembles a human one until it reaches it’s base, where the tendrils wait to push his partner further open or coax them to climax. They took some getting used to at first, cool and slick as the teased into Duck’s ass. Now he welcomes them, savors the tenderness with which they ready him.

Indrid coos and purrs in his ear, chirping whenever his cock grinds between Duck’s cheeks. The hand not holding the leash caresses his face while the tentacles see to everything else. And he means everything

“Fuck!” One coils around his dick as another rubs gently at his balls. The first time they tried this they were cautious, unsure how human anatomy would respond to the pressure and suckers. In Duck’s case, the answer was “cum so hard and fast it takes them both by surprise.” Indrid had taken one look at the cock with cum still beading at the head and swallowed it to the root, not relenting until Duck came a second time.

“Ohhhnnnyes” The head of Indrid’s cock presses into him, “oh I never tire of how you feel, pet. So warm and welcoming for you, ah” he whispers in Duck’s ear, “master”

“‘Drid you, you keep that up I’m gonna cum any second.”

“Not before I show you something important. Look” Indrid forces his head forward with the collar. His reflection writhes and bounces eagerly on a cock he can’t see but can definitely feel, lips parted in a prolonged moan as Indrid lays claim to every inch of him.

“My perfect, handsome pet, letting me play with him as I see fit.”

“Damn rightAHfuck, I’m close, if you twist like that again I’m gonna-”

“Cum” Indrid orders. Duck obeys, spilling into the water with a groan of thanks. The mer waists no time, traps him in place with his tentacles so can fuck him hard and fast, one hand tugging the collar and the other fisted in his hair, “oh yes, yes pet, just a little more, you can take a little more, you must, because you are my spoiled little treasure and I can cum in you whenever I please.”

“Fuuck” Duck turns his head for a messy kiss as the mer empties into him with a muffled trill.

One by one, the tentacles relax, Duck’s feet gradually meeting the floor as Indrid trails kisses down his spine.

“Goodness, whatever did I do to deserve you, Duck Newton?”

“Save my life?” Duck turns, gathering the mer into a hug.

“I did that because it was the right thing.”

“You’re right. Hmmmm” he peppers Indrid’s face with kisses, “must be because you’re so damn perfect.”

Indrid hums happily as Duck maneuvers them into bed, “I doubt that’s it, but I am too tired to argue.”

Duck lays down beside him, looping his leg over Indrid’s waist as tentacle twines around his ankle. Maybe one day it will cling to his fins instead, but he’s not all that worried about that now. However he ends up, as long as he’s with Indrid, he knows life will be perfect.

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #mermay #mermay fills

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stingray-stories · 3 years

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Day 20 7/17/2021

“ “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” -Wayne Gretzky. ”

-Michael Scott

I thought I’d start this entry a little differently. This is a quote that I sort of live by and thought I should share with you. You probably have never heard it, but it’s by a very inspiring paper salesmen from Pennsylvania( ;) Hehe another Office quote). Anywho…

This morning we did some computer work in the lab since it was pouring rain and we didn’t feel like getting soaked! After it cleared up, we tested out the smart shell protocol for the little hermie crabs (that’s not a typo I like calling them that) by testing the GPS functionality in certain settings (open space, closed canopy, dense canopy). We had to do a little trouble shooting, but it worked well in the dense canopy so that’s good news. On our walk to test the GPS, we checked on one of the “natural nursery” on North Beach. The natural nurseries are a way to test whether planting seeds in readily available spaces like the beach or an open part of the forest is a viable option. The ones at North Beach are at a veryyyyy cute stage right now. Nice and teeny tiny. Following a chill morning, I had a ginormous salad with greens, beans, sautéed veggies, and my favorite nutritional yeast dressing. Much yum! In the afternoon, we went out with Fish and Wildlife to the refuge yahoo! I got to wear my brand new shiny fancy clothes. We took a lagoon boat and Fish and Wildlife took their boat, the Guardian, to Paradise Island to check on our blue gray noddy decoy colony. For anyone just tuning in or if I didn’t explain it, decoy colonies have been set up around the atoll to attract birds that are no longer nesting or visiting Palmyra. At Paradise, we snagged the camera’s SD card to see if we caught any new birds and got a nice tour of of the small island. After the tour, we headed to a super fun snorkel spot at Penguin Spit. There, we did a crown of thorn sea star (COTs) survey. Crown of thorns can be very damaging to the reef as the scrape along them and eat everything in their path. Luckily, we didn’t see any. We did, however, see a lot of corallimorphs which are a type of coral that are veryyyy aggressive and can quickly take over a reef which is not ideal. Corallimorphs are native to the area, but scientists believe a shipwreck nearby may have increased the presence of corallimorphs due to the introduction of iron which can negatively affect areas with low levels of iron and result in a phase shift or a change in the dominating species (hopefully that made sense! I’m trying to summarize a paper I was skimming Kelley et al. 2012). Anywayyyyy…at Penguin spit there was a ton to see, but it was also unfortunate to see corallimorphs taking over lots of the coral. On a happier note, I saw soooo many amazing fish and the coral that was healthy was sooo incredible. Huge acropora coral and big plates of table coral. There were also sooooo many giant clams. They have the most incredible colors. Blues, purples, and all were speckled with bright neon accents. Soooo amazing wowza! We also saw a big lemon shark swimming swiftly across the reef. Also, as we were swimming back the boats we watched a baby hawksbill turtle snacking. It didn’t notice us watching so we got a good look, but as soon as it saw us it sped off quicker than you could say “duuuuuuuddde” (Finding Nemo). Another fun part of the snorkel was that it started pouring rain which added another layer of magic. Looking at the ocean surface from below when it’s raining and hearing the soft white noise of it hitting the water is soooo calming and grounding. It was one of those WOW moments. After finishing up, we headed back to camp with the rain pricking us as we sped to the dock. I took a nice cozy shower and put my Steamboat Springs sweatshirt on. Mmmm didn’t think I’d need anything cozy here but oh wow did that sweatshirt feel so good after a cool rain. After that, I set up shop in the galley, had some rum, and drew my map (I think I spoiled a bit of this portion in yesterday’s entry). Anyway it was a great day. It really did not feel like work at all! I then headed to bed and fell asleep watching The Office (big surprise I know). Okay bye bye!

First photo: headed to Paradise Island. Second: stormy weather on the way back from our snorkel.

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a breakdown on the mermaid melody kingdoms pt. 1!

an anon asked me to make this post so here we are! i’m going to go pretty much in order from what we see in the show, so of course i’m going to start with the kingdom we see the most of: the north pacific, lucia’s kingdom! more under the cut!

the first look we get at the north pacific is in episode one, of course! we see lucia’s getting ready to leave for the surface and we get some super cool opening shots and a look at what pink mermaids look like!

the first thing i noticed, of course, is that the north pacific palace looks very much like the taj mahal! including the little towers, the dome, and the big walkway! im pretty sure the north pacific palace is pretty much almost entirely based off it, tbh!

this is the main shot of the palace! its so pretty! its really interesting to me because all of the little details we get to see- plenty of windows to see the sea from inside, the colors range from yellow to purple and of course, to pink! the palace is huuuge of course because you have to fit in the hundreds or even thousands of pink mermaids that live in the palace and make space for all of the sea animals that live in there too!

there’s a lot of typical mermaid imagery throughout the palace and its gorgeous! pearls, clamshells, etc etc its beautiful! lucia’s palace gets a lot of special attention because 1. its one of the only castles that doesn't get wrecked 2. lucia’s the main character 3. the coming of age ceremony episodes! i love it, and i especially love the pink coral lining the walkway? (swimway?) the entrance to the palace!

a headcanon i have for the north pacific is that they have a lot of like lore about how the yellow mermaids were their ? hmm kind of predecessor? i thought it was really interesting how even though the exterior of the palace is pink and they are the north pacific pink mermaids, of course, but the interior is mostly yellow and purple-pink? anyways so that's my little headcanon on that lol

its Crazy how many columns there are in this palace shfgd i was like???? but you know what, i think that this shot in particular makes the room look a lot smaller, but that room is actually a lot bigger than it seems! also is there a pool? in the back there? but anyways you can actually see this crazy amount of columns in the taj mahal too!

anyways those columns are actually different types of columns in different parts of the palace- ionic, doric, greek corinthian, etc! and theres a few shots where you can see some columns have really detailed carvings in them, but they’re hard to make out, unfortunately!

also this is super cool and i just realized it but we have a little shot of the fountain of promise in episode 1 in the very beginning! if you don’t remember this is the same fountain that we see lucia dsgd passed out near when gaito attacks the north pacific!

a million pearl designs of course!!

we also see that the palace has a lot of pretty arches and arched doorways around the whole palace! whiiiich surprise surprise we see this in the taj mahal too!

another thing i wanted to discuss while we’re here- the north pacific mermaids! as far as we can see the mermaids are pretty much color coded, but lucia’s kingdom has a wild variety in coloring! and by that i mean that lucia’s blonde despite being the pink mermaid princess, and the mermaids around the palace range from brown to purple to a million different haircolors!

in this picture alone we can see the diversity is crazy! buuut we also see that the outlines of these girls tails are actually colored differently! the main tail is pink but the little outlines at their hips are yellow, green, and indigo respectively! so my little headcanon for that is that these girls might actually be mixed!

its interesting to think about because really, the mermaid princesses have much richer and purer (?) coloring than the other mermaids, in that hanon is bright aqua, rina is green, noel is indigo etc but lucia’s mermaids stray from the palette entirely! but to be fair, so does lucia! she’s the only one of the girls whose hair color doesn't match their tail almost exactly !

(side note: nikora should definitely not be from the north pacific kingdom, but she calls it home? her tail is purple! whats going on there sgfds)

when it comes to the palace, we get random shots of different rooms throughout the coming of age episode!

this is the room lucia gets ready in, kind of preparation chambers i guess? theres a million columns in the room of course, and you can see fake archways carved into the wall! the main door has a clamshell carved into the very middle and its wonderful because you can kind of see a little nod to the girls powers there- the clamshell has carvings projecting outwards and at the end of the lines are a bright circle that looks like a pearl! <333

the little chair has clamshells on it too! <333333 i love that the palace has chairs and stairs and stuff that they don't really need dgsfgds

who are these stairs for? it really perplexes me truly shdgshsgdhs technically speaking, this would make more sense as a sort of ramp? instead of stairs, and it would actually be pretty that way too!

theeen theres this little hmm idk divination room? where taki talks to hanon and rina about lucia’s ceremony, which is pretty cool! seeing as they have chairs and tables and stuff, i’m guessing there’s some sort of ? magic artificial gravity that keeps things tied down while simultaneously allowing the girls to swim wherever they want in the room, because we see lucia does that whole dramatic swimming to the ceiling when kaito shows up sdgs

this is the room we see momo bring kaito in through! this room haunts me sgh momo goes through the glass and it leads from the palace to the ocean of course, and its interesting because the palace is underwater and the girls swim through the palace with no problem, but gaito breaking the walls of the palace makes a bunch of water start rushing into the castle! which is weird because i assumed there was water In the palace already but sgdsf mermaid magic!

one thing i did notice in this room is of course the cool columns and the shots of kelp? or some kind of seaweed that we see there! and the way that the room has tiered stairs that we can see from above, too!

nice! another thing i noticed in this room is that theres a huge clam shell there that makes me suspicious because i’m not entirely sure what it is- basically, there are two options in my head! this is either the throne (lounging?) room, or, and this is less likely, this is where lucia was born!

my rationale is basically that this room is actually really similar to a room we see from rina’s kingdom! we see her chilling here during her flashback in the episode where we see the emerald that was taken from her kingdom!

this includes the tiered little steps, the big windows with the shots of the kelp out there, the clamshell chair with the cushion, and the pretty columns! i think this option is the most likely option, and it would make sense because momo, if he wanted to bring kaito to lucia, would bring him to her throne room!

oh i just realized- theres a shot of a room like this in caren’ s kingdom too!

buuut since the shots we get of the little one at lucia’s palace are kind of blurry and small i also considered the possibility that this might be where lucia was born! and the reason why is because during pure, we get a little shot of where seira is born (almost sfdgs) and it’s a little clam shell!

of course the indian palace has been destroyed, so we don’t get to see what it looked like in its original glory! buuut the room has a bunch of columns and i thought it might be close enough, but summarizing this all for you now, ive pretty much convinced myself that the shell in that room in lucia’s palace is a little throne! its super cute i love that its a huge clam shell <3333 also the kingdoms have matching rooms! fun!!

and finally, this should be the last room they’ve shown us:

this huge room where lucia sings legend of mermaid to get kaito back on the surface (also can we talk about how she has that power? im guessing that was a little sneak peak of what she might be able to do as aqua regina since that's the first time they mention that, but i was like??? so you can do that??) and its super cool! we don't get to see much besides the doorway and where lucia’s sitting, but we do know that the acoustics in here are amazing! sghdgsh

to be honest i think that the other girls kingdoms would have gotten this same level of depth and detail if they had been given the opportunity, but since the show never focused on their kingdoms for too long, we didn’t get to see it!

anyways that's my little summary post on the north pacific kingdom! i know it was super long and props to you if you made it this far, i’m going to post the next kingdom soon! it’ll probably be the north atlantic since we get to see that kingdom the most after this one, i think! thank you for reading!<3333

#long post like ridiculously long post #txt

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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Argonaut Atalanta

[Tour!Verse]

This was supposed to be a fic about body image issues...but then I was writing it...and it didn’t become that at all

This also isn’t my best work. It feels kinda rushed but 🤷‍♀️

Word count: 2596

Prompt: “Look at you… Goodness, you’re so cute.” “Thank you for staying with me.” “Don’t look.” “No, please! No, no no no no no!”

Tw: Blood

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A wave roared into the beach and crashed around Howard’s feet. Her toes sank into the wet sand. Her pink and dirty blonde hair billowed in the wind.

She couldn’t really remember whose idea it had been, but someone had decided they were going to spend the week away at a rented beach house. Not that she was complaining. It felt nice to finally get out of the cities and get away from performing.

Suddenly, there was a blur of aquamarine to her left- Maggie crashed into the water a moment later. Howard watched her flounder around in the small, but powerful waves in amusement for a moment before she managed to roll over and get back to her feet. She threw her arms up with a triumphant yell before stomping further into the ocean to go swim. Anne and Maria soon joined her, while the others finished setting up.

“Alright, kids,” Aragon said, flipping on her sunglasses. “Do not bother me for the next four hours. There will be hell to pay if you do. Toodles!” She waved and then loped over to a beach chair, which she promptly lounges her elegant body on. If she was trying to show off her toned stomach and muscles arms in her golden bikini, then it was definitely working.

“Do you have mommy issues?” Cleves strangely asked Joan, who had been caught staring at the queen. “Because isn’t Catalina like your—”

“Shut up! Shut up!” Joan cried. Aragon lifts her sunglasses to peer over at her when she yelled, but resumed sunbathing when she was sure the music director was okay.

Howard shook her head before looking around curiously. It only took her a moment to find who she was looking for.

“There’s my sweet girl,” She cooed, walking over to Bessie, who had been rooting around through the fluffy white sand.

Bessie looked up at her and grinned brightly. She, like Joan, didn’t have a bathing suit showing, instead donning a white sundress. Although Joan was wearing swim trunks and a rash guard because she would fry in the sun. But Howard could assume why Bessie wasn’t taking off her covering.

“Found anything?” Howard asked, crouching down next to her.

“Not yet,” Bessie shook her head. “But we just got here! So I’m sure I will soon!”

Howard ruffled her hair, which was dyed pink at the tips (she had wanted to match with her mother), affectionately.

“Wanna go in the water?” She asked. “Or do you want to keep digging?”

Bessie perked up. “Let’s go in the water!”

Howard laughed and helped the girl to her feet. They both snagged goggles from the beach bag before venturing into the cool water.

“This is freedom, Bessie,” Howard said, taking in a deep breath.

“Freedom smells a lot like fish.” Bessie observed, and Howard splashed her playfully.

They both walked until they were in stomach-deep water. Well, stomach-deep for Howard, closer to her shoulders for Bessie. Still, the shorter girl seemed content as she put her goggles on and then disappeared under the surface. Howard watched her swim down with a loving smile before joining her.

Swimming was a tad difficult to say the least. The current kept trying to shove her back up to the beach and then yank her out again, turning her body into the rope used in a game of aquatic tug-o-war. Bessie, however, didn’t seem phased, as she pulled herself through the water to look at the sea floor. She grabbed at handfuls of sand for grip, but the ground was far too loose to hang onto, and she was left flapping her hands awkwardly as she tried to stand at the ground. Howard laughed as she watched this, flurry of bubbles exploding from her lips, and Bessie stuck her tongue out at her—only to remember she was in saltwater.

“Silly girl,” Howard chuckled when they both resurfaced. Bessie was still spitting and sputtering. “You’re such a good swimmer! Like a little bleached frog.”

Bessie’s face flushed red and she laughed awkwardly, but Howard can tell that comment made her uncomfortable. She could see her arms snake around her stomach in the water, and her theory of why she kept the sun dress on was suddenly proven.

“Hey, hey,” Howard said quickly. “I’m sorry. That was the wrong thing to say. I just meant you were swimming like a frog. You know—they do that kicking thing with their legs. That’s what you were doing.”

That just made Bessie blush harder and she sunk below the water without a word. Bubbles burst on the surface as she sank. And then she’s careening right into Howard’s legs like a cannonball when a vicious current knocked her forward.

“Sorry!” Bessie cried when she came back up. “I’m so sorry, Kat, I didn’t-“

“Shh,” Howard cupped Bessie’s wet cheeks after regaining her balance. “What did I tell you about apologizing for things you didn’t cause?”

“Don’t do it...” Bessie’s shoulders hunched. “Sorry. Argh! Dang it!”

Howard chuckled lightly. She leaned forward and kissed the girl’s forward, then immediately began spitting out the salt that brushed her lips.

“Ew.” She said in distaste. “Anyway, we’ll still work on that. Now...think you can find me a nice shell?”

Bessie lit up. “I’ll find the prettiest one!”

With an excited giggle, she disappears under the surface like an eager dolphin. Howard watched her go with a loving shake of her head, then turned around to observe what everyone else was doing.

Aragon was still lounging on her beach throne, although she was in a different position. The closest person to her was Joan, who sat under an umbrella and was simultaneously reading and drawing. Cathy and Jane were sitting on the bay, letting the tide lick hungrily at their legs as they drizzled mud on their thighs and knees over mild conversation. Maria and Cleves were playing with a volleyball in the shallows, while Anne and Maggie were somewhere further out. Howard thought she saw a flash of her cousin’s emerald green bathing suit a few meters away. Then, there was her wading in the water and her precious Bessie exploring the depths below her.

Where Bessie was, the water was much warmer and bursting with aquatic life. Plain sandy plateaus turned into a petrified forest of pale pink and washed out orange coral. Bessie stared at the underwater jungle with wide eyes before getting another breath of air and paddling over excitedly.

There were so many shells!

She dug her hands into the sand as best as she could after deciding that grabbing onto the coral wouldn’t be the best idea. She gawked at all the shells around her and grabbed a particularly pretty white and grey one. She turned it over and was immediately met by a grumpy hermit crab. It flailed its little legs and pinched its claws in the air angrily until she put it down. The tide captured it almost instantly and Bessie watched it bounce around the sea floor until rolling to a halt a few feet behind her. She giggled, then moved on.

After a bit of searching (with two trips back to the surface for air), she spotted a long, brown and pink-white shell with a pointing end. She picked it up and made sure there was no residence inside before darting back to Howard.

“Oh!” Howard yelped when Bessie suddenly popped up in front of her. “You startled me, baby.”

Bessie giggled, then proudly held up the shell she had found. Howard gave an impressed coo and plucked it up from her palm.

“Pretty?” Bessie asked hopefully.

“Very pretty.” Howard confirmed, smiling at her.

“Yay!” Bessie cheered. “I’m really glad! There’s a lot more over— EEP!!”

The girl suddenly leapt into Howard’s arms, wrapping all her limbs around the woman to cling onto her like a frightened koala. She looked fearfully over her shoulder to peer into the water.

“Something touched my foot!” She cried.

Howard gasped. “How dreadful! I’ll make sure to squash it to tiny pieces so it’ll never do such an evil thing to my princess ever again!”

“Mum,” Bessie groaned, burying her nose against Howard’s wet neck. She giggled when she was given a quick peck on her salty cheek.

“Look at you,” Howard said, bouncing the bassist in her arms. “Goodness, you’re so cute.”

Bessie made a flustered noise and pressed her face further into Howard’s neck. She was lucky the queen didn’t mind her throat being touched or else she surely would have been shoved off.

“What? I never had a daughter, darling. I’m going to gush over you. You know that.” Howard chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Bessie said back. She peeled away from Howard after a moment, although she felt colder when not in the queen’s arms. She felt like she fit perfectly in them.

They began the short trek back to the beach after that. Howard retired to a towel to tan on, so Bessie bounded off down the shoreline so she could find some more things.

She passed by Joan, who was sculpting a very intricate sandcastle and didn't seem to be aware that her arms and legs were baking in the sun. Bessie winced at the alarming shade of red the skin has already turned to.

Further down the beach, quite a ways away from the little campsite, Bessie found that the sandy bay turned into a rocky shoreline that was dotted with colorful tide pools. Pale pink starfish clung to the edges of the dugouts while schools of bright yellow and orange fish spiral through the enclosure. White and grey oysters and clams sat lazily at the bottoms in the grains of sand.

Bessie stepped carefully over the pools to get to the edge of the shore. The waves were much stronger there, crashing heavily against the sides of the rocks and sending a spray of white foam splattering through the air. The water cascaded over her feet, churning around her ankles, then sucked back jarringly. Bessie stumbled at the force, then fell.

The riptide seized her. She’s pulled into its raging body and smothered with its mass. She struggled when the shock wore off, but something caught her in foot and anchored her back down. Something sharp and pointy, which elicits a despaired wail before salty water rushes down her throat and clogs every passageway.

—

Howard jolted upwards on her towel. She looked around, then shot to her feet and briskly walked down the beach. Uneasy was prickling through her and she wasn’t sure why. She felt way too restless to just lay in the sand and try to tan.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong; because she soon spotted a figure convulsing under the water further down the beach.

Bessie.

Her daughter.

Howard broke out into a sprint, adrenaline now pumping through her veins. She dove into the water and swam over to where Bessie was struggling. Flailing limbs whacked Howard several times in the face, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t get the gel to calm down. She just kept writhing in the angry tide.

Clouds of murky red were billowing around her. Blood. She was bleeding.

Howard took a breath and submerged herself. Despite the horrible sting of salt water, she opened her eyes and began to search, quickly finding what had her daughter ensnared—a fishing wire.

She pulled, but all that did was cause Bessie to make an agonized cry. Howard tried again to no avail. She swam lower, feeling the undertow claw desperately at her waist and legs, and just decided to bite the wire, cutting it in half with her teeth.

Bessie convulsed as she was freed and Howard grappled her body, swimming her to the surface. A wave instantly crashed over them and slammed them both into the rocky shoreline. Howard took the brunt of it, wincing when her waist hit against the rough stone. She shook the pain off and clambered onto the bay, pulling Bessie up with her. She half carried, half dragged the girl back into the sand then set her down. Immediately, Bessie began to cough, and seawater came flooding out of her mouth.

“Get it all out, sweetheart,” Howard encouraged, helping her roll over. She patted her back. “It’s okay. You’re okay now. I’ve got you.”

“Mama,” Bessie sobbed through another watery cough. Her head flopped back miserably against the sand.

“I’m right here, baby girl.” Howard brushed her soaked cheek. “I’m right here. Mama’s here.”

Her eyes slowly gazed down as Bessie continued to struggle with the water she had swallowed. There was a dark stain in the sand around her legs—blood. There was blood on her left foot, too, from where a fish hook was pierced all the way through her flesh.

“Oh no,” Howard muttered.

“What?” Bessie said fearfully. She tried to get up to look, but Howard eased her back down.

“Don’t look.” Howard said. “Just relax and try to breathe for me. Think you can do that?”

Bessie nodded shakily. She rested her head in the sand, doing her best to maintain her breathing, but it was hard after nearly drowning and with the panic he mother was giving off.

“You’ve got a hook in your foot, baby.” Howard told her grimly. She saw Bessie’s entire body tense up and her heart ached for the girl. “I’m going to pull it out.”

“No, please! No, no no no no no!” Bessie begged. “It’s gonna hurt. P-please don’t!”

“I have to, baby,” Howard frowned. She brushed a clump of pink-white hair out of the girl’s face. “It’s going to hurt worse if I leave it in. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Bessie just made a miserable whimper and screwed her eyes shut. Howard took that as permission to get to work, so she held Bessie’s left ankle down with one hand and carefully grabbed the hook caught on the side of her foot. The tip had gone all the way through and was now sticking out of the top. Howard winced; Bessie was not going to like this.

The cry Bessie made when Howard slid the hook down was heart wrenching. Her body convulsed with pain and she wailed again as Howard continued to pull the hook out of the hole it created until it was free from her foot. She threw it away and then cradled Bessie’s head in her lap as she wept.

“It’s out, sweetheart. I got it out.” She told her, stroking her hair and face. “You’re okay now. The hook is out.”

Bessie sniffled weakly and opened her teary brown eyes. Howard was smiling down at her warmly.

“I-it is?” She asked. Her foot twitches slightly.

“It is.” Howard assured her. “I promise.”

Bessie took a few deep breaths, then nodded. She squeaked softly when Howard suddenly scooped her up in her arms.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She asked shyly.

“Carrying you,” Howard replied. “You can’t walk in the sand with an open wound!”

“But everyone is gonna laugh at me,” Bessie whined, hiding her face.

“Then I’ll kill them.” Howard simply said and Bessie giggled.

“Thank you for staying with me.” Bessie said softly.

“Of course,” Howard said. “I wouldn’t just leave my princess on the beach with a hook in her foot!”

“I’m glad,” Bessie closed her eyes. The panic of being stuck underwater surfaces for a moment, but then she hears the sound of Howard’s heartbeat and calmed down slightly. “Did you see Joan’s sunburn?”

“Oh yeah. That’s BAD.”

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mwcowan · 4 years

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Mark and Georgia’s Big Trip

Chapter Fourteen – Happy Easter!

It’s Easter morning as I write this, still Saturday evening to you in the States. It’s very quiet here as I suppose it is for all of you. I think this is especially a shock for the Philippines as Holy Week is one of the biggest celebrations of the year. Normally all of the Philippines, except maybe restaurants, resorts, and hotels, is closed down for the whole week and everyone is off work or school. A country-wide party, with many traveling for visits with family, or to take a special vacation. It’s normally the busiest week of the year here at Kawayan Cove, filled to capacity and with a daily schedule of family events, special menus, etc.. I’d looked forward to seeing this different face, but just like for you, it’s quiet as we maintain our quarantine. We’re just planning a relaxed day, and maybe cook a few special dishes (and in Filipino style much more than necessary)! We hope you are all still healthy and safe and have a wonderful day!

We’re just hanging out, we hope in relative safety, finding things to do around the house. I’ve heard from a few of you that you’ve finally had time to get around to cleaning out your closets and things like that, but being in a brand-new house our closets haven’t gotten to that point yet. And if they did, we have someone to do it for us… as I found out when Georgia decided to have Pina rearrange her closet and I suddenly found I’d lost half of mine!

Jungle Arts and Crafts

Got Georgia some coconut shells, and she potted plants in them. So boring…

Although my craft efforts were slowed somewhat as I had to make more tomato cages, I’ve had time to complete more wind chimes as well. Here are my two favorites hanging from our Mambog tree – the one on the left wins for artistic merit as I like the clam shell for the ‘wind catcher’ and the bonker is a round-ish piece of coral. Not the best chime though as the clam shell is pretty heavy and it takes a pretty strong gust for this one to chime. The one on the right wins for most musical. I used smaller bamboo, and cut the lengths in ½” intervals to make sort of a scale, then hung them in a line with a horizontal bamboo bonker. This one makes a nice higher-pitched chime and is very active in a light breeze.

I got back to the “boo” drumset. If you remember, on my second try I produced a pleasantly tuned drum. Not sure what it’s tuned to, but it’s pleasant. I thought about the variables though (minimally bamboo diameter and shape, thickness, weight, tongue length and width) and concluded that it would be nearly impossible (with my available tools, not to mention my ears) to actually ‘tune’ a set to specific or even relative notes. So, I decided that I could make a giant wind chime instead – if I could make six or so and hang them so that the bonker strikes each drum in the right spot I’d have a real nice, mellow chime. I set out to make a few more drums but I found another variable, and I have no idea what it is. If I follow the guidelines for tongue length, I find some drums just don’t seem to resonate no matter what I do. Maybe there are cracks in the body I can’t see? Also I’ve had more than one crack after I’ve made the cuts for the tongue. So, at the moment, after 8 tries, I have only two with nice tones, one that’s almost there, and 5 failures. Oh well, I have plenty of bamboo. And time.

One project that I haven’t yet shared is this table. It started with a large pot we picked up back in the days when we could still drive around. We put it on the small deck outside the guest bedrooms as a decoration, but then thought we could make it into a little table by having a glass top made. Next step was to build a ‘false bottom’ inside the pot a few inches from the top, grab a bucket of sand from the beach, and display the shells we’ve collected from the beach here and around the Philippines. Note the white cowry in the middle, which I found in Kawayan Cove. That’s its natural color (it’s not sun-bleached), and is really a beautiful shell, translucent pearly white with a purplish undertone. Its common name is the egg cowry (has a Latin name of “ovum-something”). Unfortunately it’s not rare, but it’s a nice centerpiece for our table. This is our favorite place for our morning coffee.

Phil Pharming

We’ve also been doing a lot of gardening, both decorative and functional. For the decorative part, all nurseries here are closed of course, but that hasn’t stopped us from taking walks with pruning shears in hand. We’ve picked many cuttings of plants and trees compliments of our neighbors (it’ll all regrow before they can get here again!) and are rooting and planting them around the yard. In the absence of our landscaper we’re making good progress at a very affordable price. Maybe more on our decorative gardens in a future chapter.

It’s also been time to plant a lot of our vegetable seedlings. Since the area we’ve designated as our main veggie garden is still unusable because of the incomplete landscaping, we’ve been planting at various places in and around the homestead. Removing a strip of grass from the bottom and side of the back yard gave me a place to put bell peppers, jalapenos, zucchini, tomatoes, and basil. Note those fine jungle tomato cages!

Ranny’s utilized a spot around a large taluto tree which grows right smack on our property line (we diverted a retaining wall around the tree to save it). Here he has camote (sweet potato), lemongrass, green beans, and on the outside (neighbor’s property) some cucumbers. On the other side of the house (on another neighbor’s property) he’s growing bok choy and varieties of bell peppers and chilis. He’s quite a pharmer!

The Weather, it’s a-Changin’

When we got here in January, we had consistent winds from the west and southwest, with mild temperatures (mid to high 80’s), low humidity, little rain, and puffy white clouds. These are the characteristics of Amihan, or the northeast monsoon. At this time, the winds blow clockwise around a stationary high northeast of the Philippines, drawing cool air from Siberia and Manchuria and blowing it across the Philippines from the southwest.

For a few weeks the winds were confused, back and forth, and a couple times not blowing at all which produced some pretty warm (up to 95 deg.) and humid days, and the “orange ball sinking into the sea but otherwise featureless” sunsets. But the winds are now settling into blowing from the northeast or east, signifying the coming of Habagat, the southwest monsoon. The high has moved southwest and the circulating airflow brings warmer, moister air from the equator across Southeast Asia and the Philippines. Habagat is the hotter, more humid season, by June-July it becomes the rainy season, by September-October the typhoon season. Here on the west coast we see the winds as having changed from an onshore to an offshore pattern, and in the last week we’ve started to have afternoon rain showers, which are welcome. With the breezes the temperatures have moderated again, with consistent highs of 89 +/- 1 degrees. Inland it will be getting hotter and more humid, but here by the ocean it should remain comfortable. As long as we don’t run out of San Miguel.

With the afternoon showers come some clouds, which have given us back our gorgeous sunsets. It was hard to pick Sunset of the Week, but here’s my favorite.

Happy Easter everyone, take care, stay healthy!

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michackalackinn-blog · 4 years

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Ocean Acidification

So, we’ve all heard of climate change, and if you haven’t, get your head out of your ass, it’s happening. Climate change is based off of earth’s rising climate, due to the excess amount of Carbon Dioxide (a greenhouse gas) present in the atmosphere. The extra carbon comes from anthropogenic (human) activities such as burning fossil fuels and deforestation. Ocean acidification, or as I like to call it; climate change’s evil twin, refers to the lowering pH of the ocean.

Before industrialization, the ocean’s pH was 8.2, and it’s now at 8.1 and is expected to drop to 7.95 very soon. But whats the big deal?!!! That’s only like a 0.1-0.15 difference! Except, a drop of 0.1 units on the pH scale represents a 26% increase of acidity.

Okayyyy? But how is that a problem?! Well I’ll tell you!

The ocean is the largest carbon reservoir. It absorbs much of this excess carbon through the oceanic biological pump. So this is creating lots of extra carbon in the ocean. When there’s extra carbon in the ocean, these carbons will start to bond. This is going to make bicarbonate ions, leaving less carbonate ions.

I still don’t see the problem. Well shush! If you’d just let me GET THERE!

Marine calcifiers, such as coral reefs, oysters, mussels, sea urchins, clams, etc. NEED carbonate ions to make their skeletons and shells. This is where I like to primarily focus on coral reefs. Coral bleaching is when a coral expels symbiotic algae from their bodies as a result of stress. This stress can be caused by things like, oh I don’t know, INCREASING OCEAN TEMPERATURES and INCREASING ACIDITY! So when you see these bleached corals, it is the result of these factors. Not only that, but their growth is stunted! From the studies that I’ve personally read up on, this affects the thickness of their branches. But this isn’t just a problem for the coral, it’s a problem for the organisms that depend on these habitats!

Corals house hundred and sometimes thousands of species. They provide shelter, food and protection to these species. If coral growth is stunted, and the corals are bleaching, these organisms lose their homes.

Not to mention that I’ve also recently read up on the direct effects ocean acidification has made on the fish. Some sensory abilities are fucked, like auditory, olfactory and visual functions. Studies have highlighted that fish are losing the ability to sniff out predator and prey, they’re losing the ability to locate settlement areas, and their ability to mate is affected!

THIS IS SERIOUS! I’d be more than happy to look through more research anyone suggests or try to answer questions to the best of my ability when it comes to this stuff. If there’s something you don’t understand, I’ll try to explain further.

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riley1cannon · 5 years

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A Mother’s Day fic

This is from a couple years ago...

Daisies

RileyC

Summary: Alfred keeps a memory for Bruce; Damian shares it; Clark helps him make new ones...

I. Past

Alfred Pennyworth fished the gift box out of the trash. It was a rather bold red, secured with a pink polka dot ribbon. There was to have been a daisy, Mrs. Wayne’s favorite, pushed through the ribbon along with a card when Master Bruce presented it to her this morning.

Afterward there was to be brunch at the club with Dr. Wayne, followed by an afternoon at the ballpark, “So Martha can watch her damn Knights,” Dr. Wayne, lifelong Yankees fan, had mock-grumbled, well within earshot of the lady.

“Hah!” Mrs. Wayne had returned. “You just watch, this is our year,” she declared. “Bet you anything.”

“Oh?” Dr. Wayne had looked at her with interest. “What will you bet?”

“The moon and the stars.”

“Hmm, nope, no good. I’ve got those already,” Dr. Wayne had said as he’d taken Mrs. Wayne into his arms.

Alfred had discreetly withdrawn.

He sighed now, thinking of all the plans that had been made, everything that would never be now.

He undid the ribbon and lifted the lid, shook his head with sorrow at the treasure nestled against a bed of cotton stuffing. Although he had helped tie the ribbon Alfred had not been witness to the gift young Master Bruce had placed within. Now he understood where that bottle of glue had gone, not to mention the smell of fresh paint that had puzzled the household a few days ago.

It was a picture frame, painted sea foam green, or as near as made no difference. Seashells had been glued around the frame with precision. A more precise brush had been used to add miniature starfish and an approximation of a coral reef, complete with octopus, down at the bottom, and a flourish of To Mother at the top. If the artist’s skill was a bit unrefined, Alfred had no doubt Mrs. Wayne would have perceived no imperfections, and would have counted it among her treasures indeed.

The picture it framed was from a tropical holiday the family had enjoyed this past winter. After a busy day on the beach spent recreating Wayne Manor as a sandcastle--”We don’t have a moat, darling--or a drawbridge.” “A gross oversight.”--the family were posed with their fantastical creation, smiling as broadly as though they had unearthed the remains of fabled Atlantis.

Alfred understood why Master Bruce had thrown this away. He’d want it someday, though, when the pain had ebbed and memories would be welcome.

He’d keep it for him until then.

II. Present

“That’s Grandmother?” Damian took the old picture frame back from Bruce, examining the image preserved there forever in Kodachrome.

Damian had seen photos of his grandparents, to say nothing of their portrait, but those were all formal and a bit remote. Vacation snaps were something else entirely, and Bruce suspected that was the fascination for Damian. He could remember going through a photo album and being shocked at how young his parents were in those old snapshots and the bizarre things they were wearing. His mother in miniskirts and go-go boots? His father in bell bottoms and a Nehru jacket? Young minds were easily boggled by things like that.

Maybe it was time to haul out those old albums again? Always assuming Damian hadn’t already unearthed them in his excursions through the mansion.

“That’s her,” Bruce confirmed. He hadn’t seen this picture frame in, well, forever. He would have sworn he’d thrown it away, in fact. Didn’t take the world’s greatest detective to work out who must have found it and kept it all these years. “Where did you find it?”

“In a box in the attic.” Damian turned the frame this way and that, casting a sideways look at Bruce every now and then, as though comparing himself to the image of Bruce in the photograph.

Bruce spread cream cheese over a toasted bagel.“Was the box locked?”

“Not really.”

Which no doubt meant that while a padlock may have been in place it had presented a piffling challenge.

“Did you make the frame?”

“I painted it and glued on the seashells.”

Damian ran a thumb over a clam shell. “And it was a present?”

Bruce nodded, sipped his coffee, part of him hoping the questions would stop. Of course they didn’t.

“Did she like it?”

Elbows propped on the table, Bruce rested his chin on his hands and tracked Alfred’s progress as he appeared with Damian’s waffles. “I never found out.”

Damian gave him a curious look, glanced at Alfred and seemed to gather something there. Understanding glimmered in his eyes at any rate. “Oh,” was all he said. He set the frame down and concentrated on his waffles.

Bruce sighed, caught Alfred’s eye, tried to interpret the silent message Alfred was sending him. “It’s okay to talk about it,” he said after a moment. Getting the words out hadn’t even been difficult. Maybe the old wounds had begun to heal. Not ripping them open again every five minutes probably helped. “I think she would have liked it.”

“I’ve no doubt at all,” said Alfred, quick with a napkin when Damian started to dribble syrup on the tablecloth. He was still trying to telegraph something to Bruce. “Mothers are like that.”

Attention still fixed on the waffles, Damian asked, “All mothers?”

A bell went off for Bruce then. Good thing, too: Alfred might have started in on semaphores next. “I’m not sure about all mothers,” he began carefully, venturing further at Alfred’s encouraging look, “but I do think most of them get a kick out of any homemade gift from their children.” Granted, he had a hard time picturing Talia gushing over a Popsicle birdhouse. Still, she had been known to surprise him. And knowing Damian, it wouldn’t be a birdhouse anyway.

Gaze locked on the waffles again, Damian nodded. He picked up the picture frame again, considered the old photo. “Maybe we could visit her.”

Bruce nodded. “We can do that. Shall we take her flowers? She always liked daisies…”

III. Later

“Alfred said I’d find you here.”

Ah: So that’s what that whoosh was awhile back. Bruce shifted a bit as Clark sat down beside him in the grass. “Thought you’d be in Smallville today.”

“I was. Now I’m here.”

“Hhn.” His fingers plucked restlessly at fresh, green shoots of grass as he watched Clark pick up the bouquet he and Damian had brought to the grave. It was a gaudier mix than Bruce might have picked out on his own, pink and white daisies jostling with yellow and blue primroses. He thought Damian’s grandmother would approve, however.

“You okay?”

Bruce breathed out, nodded. “I am, actually.”

“Maybe someday that won’t surprise you.”

He gave sideways look at Clark, sitting there and watching him so seriously, a hint of concern in those blue eyes, and smiled. “Maybe.”

Clark set the bouquet back down and nudged his shoulder against Bruce’s. “Should anyone be concerned that Damian’s working out how to make a crossbow with Popsicle sticks?”

Bruce’s lips twitched with another smile. “Probably not.”

“Okay. Thought I’d check.”

It was a beautiful Sunday. Starting to grow cool now, late in the afternoon, but with no hint of the rain forecasters had predicted. A good day to share memories. A good day to make them?

Clark nudged him again. Bruce turned a grumpy look on him. “What?”

“Introduce me.” Clark jerked his chin at the graves.

Bruce stared at him. “Introduce you?”

“Umm hmm.”

Bruce shook his head, rolled his eyes, humored the lunatic. “Mother, Father, this is Clark Kent. He’s a dork.”

Clark rolled his eyes. “And…?” he prodded, mobile eyebrows trying to convey something more.

“And we work together sometimes.”

Clark gave him a hard stare. As there was no glimmer of red, Bruce wasn’t worried. “It’s okay,” Clark said in a confidential way, addressing the graves. “He’s sensitive sometimes. The first time I saw him all dressed up I teased him a little bit and he was a long time getting over that.”

“That had nothing to do with being sensitive,” Bruce grumbled. “You pinged my ears and said they were cute.”

“Well, they were.”

Bruce didn’t know why he wasted time glowering at him. It never made an impression.

“I guess you could say we got off on a little bit of a wrong foot,” Clark was continuing. “But it worked out in the end. He’s my best friend now. Well, that’s not quite true, actually. We’re engaged to be married. I hope you and your husband approve, Mrs. Wayne. I love him a lot, even if he is the grumpiest thing that ever grumped.”

Bruce snorted.

Clark carried on. “Has he ever told you how it happened? I bet he hasn’t. Well, there was this cruise and he’d found out the Riddler was planning something. The only way to stop him, according to your son,” Clark looked at him, so much radiance in his smile Bruce had to turn away, “was for the two of us to go on the cruise undercover. Guess what our cover was?” Clark reached over and caressed the nape of his neck. “You never will. I couldn’t have. He decided the only way to catch the Riddler was for us to pose as a honeymooning couple.” He paused, nodded as though listening to a a reply. “No, it didn’t make a lot of sense to me, either, Mrs. Wayne, especially when it looked like he could have picked a lot of other people.”

Bruce looked back at him then, reached to catch Clark’s hand in his. “It made perfect sense, and no one else would have been suitable.”

Clark’s thumb rubbed over his knuckles, warming stiff joints. “Anyway, one thing and another, we wound up falling in love for real. Although to tell you the truth, Mrs. Wayne, I was more than halfway there already,” he confessed as Bruce leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“It was a Love Boat cruise. All the passengers were couples. Nygma would have been suspicious if notorious playboy Bruce Wayne showed up by himself.”

“You had Cat Grant reveal footage of our secret wedding on Good Morning Metropolis.”

“It had to look authentic. Nygma’s not an idiot. You’re telling it all wrong.”

“Well you tell it then.”

“Fine.” Bruce let Clark slip an arm around him and pull him close. It was getting chilly, after all. “Edward Nygma, the Riddler, was running a scam aimed at parting a lot of wealthy people from their money, Mother. I needed someone to play the part of a gullible, naive country bumpkin who’d just fallen off the turnip truck, and the first name that came to mind was…”

~*~

“So my being good at solving riddles was completely irrelevant?”

Bruce sighed. Again. “It was not irrelevant. It just wasn’t the deciding factor.”

Clark cupped his chin, thumb lightly caressing Bruce’s bottom lip. “What was?”

“I…” He paused, grumbled, glanced at the graves, lingered on his mother’s. He knew what she’d say. She would look at him and smile, eyes lit up with it, and tell him, ‘Go for it, Bruce, go for it!’ Granted, the times she had encouraged him with that had been when he was learning to ride a bike and other challenges, but he thought it applied here too.

“Bruce?” Those blue eyes were clouded with uncertainty now, and that couldn’t be allowed to stand.

Bruce slipped a hand up to curve around Clark’s neck, fingers playing with the curls at his nape. “You weren’t the only one halfway there already,” he confessed and watched those clouds clear, watched Clark light up again. “I thought I needed a reason to get you there, though.”

“And asking me out on a date never crossed your mind?”

He pulled a face. “I couldn’t imagine you’d say yes.”

“Idiot,” Clark murmured. He kissed him on the forehead.

“I think that has been established, yes.” He felt a drop of rain plop on his head, tipped his head back to scan the sky. “Looks like the rain’s coming.”

Clark nodded. “We’ve got time,” he said with farmboy confidence. He got up, lent a hand to Bruce. “I could fly us to the house.”

“Or we could walk.”

Clark waved an expansive arm. “After you.” He looked back at the graves. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Wayne. Mr. Wayne. I’ll take good care of him.”

Bruce rolled his eyes again.

“I think your mom likes me,” Clark said as they headed off along the well-worn path. “Not sure about your dad.”

“He probably thinks you’re an alien gold-digger.” Bruce slung an arm across Clark’s shoulders.

Clark slipped an arm around Bruce’s waist as they walked on. “What does my being alien have to do with it?”

More fat drops of rain plopped down.

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The daisy’s message is one of hope and renewal…

#superbat #mother's day

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dramaplustautology · 5 years

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Scrambled Egg

It’s Mermay!! And this thing has no big plot, just a slice of life deal cause me and ry were talking about our OCs being mermaid princesses. Sometimes you should just talk about room decor, vague references to a bigger story that I have neither the time or skill to write :”

Hades wound himself around the Princess’ tower in his full Leviathan body, pushing his nose past the curtains into the highest bedroom. Legends sung of how he could fill the deepest trenches with his humongous form but he argued that he might be able to if he had a big lunch. The way he was now left spaces where the sun could touch the ancient stone.

The deep-sea Leviathan, Liberta, took up that space and nestled his chin on top of Hades’ head between his horns.

“Do you have to be this close?” Hades asked when Liberta started to stick his head into the window too. He knew they wouldn’t be able to get out without taking the wall with them.

“No.” Liberta stated, glancing at the other window he could have used to peek at the Princesses. Realizing that Hades was a little bit longer than he was, the white-scaled sea dragon stuck his tongue out to get an edge on his midnight counterpart.

On the large cushion made for five, Ryunn and Takaiko sat beneath the transparent canopy that once served as the bell of a large jellyfish. Constellations were woven into its delicate skin, glittering across it’s numerous string-like tentacles serving to cut the girls off from malicious intent.

They were appointed monarchs, allowing them to swim through the stingers without worry. If a shrimp accidentally crossed the threshold, the last thing it would learn was what evisceration was like.

On numerous occasions, Hades would take Ryunn by the collar poke his nose past the stingers to tuck the workaholic into bed. They ticked him, because he was a monster. The fact that Ryunn’s new friend could do the same worried him.

Perhaps slightly less than Takaiko’s own sea dragon trying to see if he could pick Hades’ nose with his tongue.

“I like your castle a lot more than mine.” She said, balancing a bright pink coral growing from the confines of its scallop shell flowerpot.

An array of bright seaweeds and anemones happily swayed and bloomed all over the room. The newest addition to Ryunn’s nursery was a refined lavender xenia, nestling into the chambered obsidian nautilus shell Takaiko brought from the depths as a gift.

Ryunn offered it back to her but Takaiko shook her head. As opposed to the lustrous pattern of gold-dusted blue pearls decorating Ryunn’s white hair, Takaiko had hers tied into the bio-lights of anglerfish.

Takaiko pinched one of them, saying “This isn’t the sun, they won’t survive. All of the pretty things should stay here.”

“That’s not true,” Ryunn said, flicking her tail to reach an empty rope basket hanging from the ceiling. Takaiko rolled on her stomach to get a better view of the sun making the other princess’ scales sparkle bright enough to shine through her long dress. “Sometimes, the clouds block the stars in the sky but when I look down to the valley where you live, the stars there never stop shining.”

“Those are hunting lights,” Takaiko shimmied closer to a plate of surf clams, popping the chewy snack into her fanged mouth. They caught on the shellfish’s gummy body; unaccustomed to prey that didn’t rely on thrashing and biting to survive. “But if you think they’re pretty, they’re doing a good job.”

“Oh…” Ryunn trailed off, hands brushing over the thick shell of the deep sea nautilus. It had to be thick to withstand the intense water pressure in the Midnight sea. The Apho sea was blessed with sunlight and gentle waves. Scars like the kind Takaiko had crisscrossing over her scales and stomach were virtually unheard of. “You have it hard…”

“Untrue!” Takaiko protested immediately, catching her friend looking. “I just have to keep the Abyss from eating up more of the ocean floor,” Otherwise known as the worst parts of her personality stuffed behind a sealed gate. “You though--” She bundled her long sash tighter around her waist in an attempt to keep her robes from slipping when she shot herself at Ryunn’s tail.

Pressing her face into the vivid scales, she listened to Ryunn frantically giggle that she was ticklish, unable to stop herself from squirming. There were no scars, despite Ryunn’s perilous responsibility.

Likely, if she was as reckless as Takaiko, Ryunn would disappear. No scars to show for missing skin; the Princess and her people would be taken, leaving not a trace.

“You have to keep Death out.”

Out of reflex, Ryunn glanced out the window at the endless emptiness beyond the walls of the reef. For now, the shadows just belonged to the clouds.

Finding that Takaiko was clinging to her tail like a worried guppy gripping their pillow, Ryunn released the shelf and let them both sink to where her vanity mirror stood atop the wide flat plates of a table coral.

“It can’t just be bad things out there. Look at this,” Ryunn lifted an inverted box. The ancient jewelry underneath spilled into a wide pile as a strange furry brown ball floated to the underside of the topmost shelf. “I found this after a big storm swept over the castle a week ago. There were lots of these attached to this stiff seaweed with big wide leaves that I’ve never seen before.” She offered the ball to Takaiko.

Taking ahold of the scratchy thing, the deepsea princess found that it was buoyant.

“None of my retainers knew what it was. At first, we thought it could have been an egg but it isn’t warm.”

“Eggs are supposed to be warm?” Takaiko asked, holding the ball to her nose. “Huh, I can hear pulses but I didn’t know eggs were supposed to be warm. If that’s true, there’s no blood flow, no twitching, so why does it smell good?”

The sunlit sea princess blinked at her friend, clamping her arms to her sides.

Of course Takaiko would have a stronger sense of smell; it was dark where she lived.

“Have you thought about opening it?” Takaiko asked, knocking on the shell to check if it was hollow.

The reason Ryunn was crossing her arms was because she had been playing catch with herself when Hades had almost swallowed it when he tried to play with her.

“I might have thought about it.” Ryunn wondered if a small knife could cut into the shell. Or a big rock could work.

“Make your pet bite it open.” Liberta suggested, overhearing the girls.

“I’m as much as a pet as you are literate,” Hades curled his lip, annoyed at Liberta using his tail as a backscratcher. “And if it isn’t an egg, what if it’s poisonous?”

“What if you weren’t a wuss?”

“What if we all got along!” Ryunn quickly interjected, noticing Hades gnashing his teeth. “I can open it.”

“Really?” Takaiko swam back, giving Ryunn some space.

Confused for a moment, it didn’t occur to Ryunn that Takaiko was staring, expecting Ryunn to rip the shell open with her bare hands.

Saying that she would need a tool to pry the strange object open would take three seconds but Ryunn felt put on the spot. Oh dear, was this a normal thing that monarchs could do? Her fingers would break before she’d be able to tear it apart. Even with clams, she needed to soften them in warm water. Gosh, could she use her teeth?

Though Hades was weighed down by a sleepy idiot, he knew Ryunn would instantly regret having a gap between her front teeth. He pretended to sneeze, shooting an icicle into the shell and it burst open.

A milky substance erupted from the crumbling shell, enveloping the princess in a thick white cloud.

Takaiko had been right. The contents did smell nice, but for some reason, Takaiko was screaming.

“It’s not an egg!” She slammed into her friend, knocking her to the floor. Placing a protective hand over Ryunn’s mouth to keep the milk from seeping in, Takaiko blurted “AAAAHG, are these spores!?”

Hades eyes snapped wide and he wrenched his head further into the bedroom. The wall crumbled as he instinctively threw his head over Ryunn to wall her off from the nasty sperm sack. His chin flattened both her and Takaiko, muffling their shouts and leaving cracks in the tiles.

Meanwhile, Liberta was nosing the broken pieces floating on the ceiling.

“Don’t touch that!” Hades yelled at him, recoiling at the freak darting his tongue out to touch the congealed white substance stuck to the sides of the broken shell. “I SAID DON’T TOUCH THAT.”

Liberta figured out that it wasn’t an egg or spore pouch, but he liked how Hades was freaking out so he made gross licking and slurping noises until the vanity smashed against the side of his face.

#uknow treat yoself #mermaid princess AU #Ryunn (S)#Ty (S)#using her full name instead of her nickname #liberta (s)#hades (s)

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warmau · 6 years

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shinee x mermaid!au

to celebrate the 6th album! and to thank shawols for staying strong! tw: water imagery, implied drowning

Onew

pearl farming mermaid

his clan of mermaids is known for being keepers of the shells - which refers to oysters, clams, conchs, etc.

his tail is the color of seaweed, a shiny dark green and his scales create a pretty curve up to his hips

he has rather large gills compared to other mermaids because he goes extremely deep to search for pearls

his family is said to be the “glowing eyes” mermaids for if you find them at that deep their eyes give off a yellow gleam

but he is such a sweetheart of a mermaid,,,,,like he isn’t some greedy hoarding pearl farmer

he actually really enjoys making jewelry for other mermaids to wear with pearls

he has his own, the pink conch pearl his mother made him and that he’s worn since he was young

and when mermaids come asking for something pretty - he’s more than happy to make it

younger mermaids sometimes think his tail is a long eel and get scared of it and he’s like TT why do kids not like me and taemin is like because you look like a big water snake im sorry but its true jkjkjk

and u sometimes take your boat out near this place that has a lot of oysters there,,,but when you dive to go look at them

ur not like,,,,,,trying to harvest them or whatever - you just like looking at them because they’re pretty

tbh you just like the animals and plants of the ocean ur just there to see them

and onew has noticed you,,,,,he’s had to hide a couple of times when you come around to just roam

and ur the first no-tail (what they call humans) that like,,,,,doesnt come here to take his oysters

which is like,,,,,,,confusing because you just seem to enjoy swimming around

and after a while he decides he’d like to try something

so he makes you a bracelet of pearls and leaves it in a spot he knows u like to see if ull be tempted

but,,,,,as usual you come by - pick it up - but then leave it there,,,,

even though onew is sure something like that must be a lot of money in the no-tail world above

and he keeps planting all these pretty pearls and whatnot but you never take anything from the ocean and one day

as you’re swimming back up to your boat

and getting in and taking your diving gear off

you feel your boat rock and all of a sudden you see a person, their arms resting on the side of your boat

and ur like ?? hello are you ok are you stuck in the water do you need help ??

and it’s onew he just drops the chain of pearls into your boat and nudges them toward you and you’re like ???

and he’s like “gift,,,,,,,” and you’re like for me???? why??? have we met??? i dont know any other divers around here

and onew is like “do you like it?” and ur like well pearls are pretty sure but who are you -

and onew is just like,,,,, “they’re yours”

and with that he falls back into the water and you’re about to panic

but then you see his tail raise up out of the water and you’re left SPEECHLESS

because was that handsome mermaid the one,,,,leaving pretty pearls for you?????

onew returns to his people and everyone is like ,,,,,,, this is impossible but why is his face so red

Minho

shark mermaid

his clan of mermaids is supposedly the rowdy bunch,,,,,,the bad boys of the sea if you will

because unlike usual mermaids,,,,their teeth are super sharp and their tails are coarse like shark skin

they also can hunt bigger prey than normal mermaids and are always said to be making a mess of their food everywhere

lots of mermaids don’t like them,,,,,,which makes lovable and personable minho really sad

because he just wants to help and use his shark-strength for good,,,,,,but no one wants him around

and smiling with those huge teeth,,,,,,not a good way to impress people apparently

except you,,,,,,,who happens to be the only person in the world who’d meet a shark-merman and be completely and utterly in love

it happens when you’re fishing and you put wAY too much bait onto your tiny little hook

and instead of pulling up a fish,,,,you pull up minho

which almost makes you pass out until you realize what he is (not a person whose body you just discovered - but a poor merman who now has a hook caught in his mouth)

and youre like oh no open up so i can get it out

and he does and you’re like OH TEETH

and hes like “sowry,,,theywe,,,,scawy” (the hooks making him speak al funky)

and you’re like no no no they’re cool just open up and please promise not to chomp my hand off

and he’s like nodding and you get in there and get the hook out and you’re like all good

and he’s blushing because ofc he got,,,,,,,caught on a FISHING line of all things

but you’re just like wow wow so many questions are you like actually part shark wow wow what kind of shark can i see your teeth again

and poor minho is all flustered,,,,no one has ever showed so much interest in him

and you’re just buzzing with this cute sparkle in your eye

like do mermaids brush their teeth???? is that thing for you guys??? omg

and he’s like huh whats that

and ur like O M G and you show him your toothbrush on your boat and he’s like huh do i eat it

and ur like no no no u clean ur teeth with it

and he’s like how and ur trying to explain it and minho’s like OH to get those parts of the fish out of your back teeth that get stuck there right

and ur like what but ur like yES

and it’s cute you teaching shark man minho how to brush his teeth

and promising you’ll come visit him with more funky human products

and minho is like cant believe,,,,,,the person who isnt scared of me is tiny adorable human,,,,,,,

Key

pirate mermaid

used to be part of a clan of mermaids who harvested coral and seaweed but that sort of life got boring so one day he just decided to swim to another part of the ocean

and,,,,kind of began a life of thievery

which he did at first to like survive but now he just sees ships passing by that have cargo and treasure and he’s like

might as well use the whole “mermaids are scary creatures” myth to my advantage

he also,,,,,might have learned a thing or two from siren mermaids - because as vicious as he can come off with ringed red eyes and sharp mermaid teeth

he can also make himself QUITE appealing to sailors ,,,,,,, with his pretty orange scales and golden hued gills

but yeah no he’s only after their goods

especially enjoys finding gems and jewels and anything he can adorn himself with

wears cuffed golden earrings and has some scarring from fights he’s gotten into (which he’s won)

you’re a cabin hand on this ship that’s supposed to be transporting all this art and stuff to europe for a show

and to be honest you hate your job - because most of the sailors are always rowdy and rude to you

and you’re the one left cleaning up their messes

so when they dock for the night on this tiny little island, you’re the one left with clean up duty

and you’re sweeping around the edge of the boat when you hear a soft voice

and you turn around to see someone’s grabbed a hold of the boat

and at first you think it’s some drunk person swimming at night and ur like uhhhhhhh hello do u need a hand

and they just pop their head out and smile

and ,,,,,,, woah theyre cute but uh,,,,,,,,,,,what are they doing in the dark water

and he’s just like “oh i dont need help, but this is the ship that’s got,,,,,all that fancy art on it right?”

and you’re like .,,,,,,,,,yeah?

and he’s like mind if,,,,,,,,,,i look at some of it

and ur like i dont think im allowed to do that and he lifts his body up a little and you catch a glimpse of his waist

which is,,,,,,naked,,,,,,,and not connected to a pair of legs

but a big, glimmering tail

and ur like hold up wait wait wait ur a mermaid

and the boy is like oh silly me i guess i let the human see my tail!!!! but yes im a mermaid and im scary so move aside or ill um eat you

and ur like,,,,,,,,,,,,mermaids dont eat people

and key is like furrowing his eyebrows like u dont know that how many mermaids have you met in ur life

and ur just like i dont think u could eat me ur kinda skinny

and key is like HEY .,,,,,,,,,true but still give me some of the stuff on this boat or ill just have to take it from you by forc-

and ur like ok i hate my job anyway wait here

and u go into the back pick some random stuff and just throw it overboard like here ya go

and key just blinks like,,,,,,,,um this is now how it usually works

and ur like its fine. itll be fun watching some of the idiots get in trouble when we get to europe

and instead of swimming off with the goods, key rests his hands on the edge of ur boat and hes like hey,,,,,,if u hate your job just runaway

and ur like and what become a pirate

and key grins like i did it. its worked out nice for me

and ur like yeah but ur ,,,,uve got the looks and the cool mermaid powers

key laughs at that, but reaches out to take your hand and ur like /??? and he slips one of the gold bracelets he has on to your wrist and hes like

it should be worth a lot of human money. go. run off and start a better life

and ur like w,,,,what i mean,,,,,,thanks i mean,,,,

and you look down and key is like well i have to go,,,,rob some more people and stuff but i hope we can meet again

and ur like wait wait,,,,,,,,,can i come with you

and he’s like ur not a mermaid- and ur like no no i mean ,,,,, what if we just take this whole boat right now. its full of precious art. why not

and key grins and lifts himself up a little to be at eye level with u

and suddenly ur a little nervous,,,,but also embarrassed

and he’s like human,,,,i like the way you think

scavenging fierce pirates,,,,,but also cute human and mermaid who fall in love hehe

Taemin

seahorse mermaid

a super rare type of mermaid whose lower body resembles that of a leafy sea dragon

his coloration is yellow with small spots of brown and green

and from his hair grown the similar long leaf like skin that make it look like he’s wearing these long beautiful earrings

his gills are small and crescent shape on his neck and they illuminate a little when he swims

is very very playful and curious but can also just lazily float when he’s not feeling it

unfortunately, he was captured by scientists at a young age and has spent the better part of his life being experimented on

you’re one of the new lab techs whose assigned to a project on taemin and you,,,,,,hate seeming him all cooped up in that tiny tank

all alone

so every now and then when someone isnt looking you give him a little wave or do something silly to entertain him

recently you’ve started also listening to music when the other scientists and techs arent around

and sometimes ull do a little dance

and taemin,,,,,,,,,starts copying you

but when he does it it’s like ten million times more beautiful because he has that unique tail

and you cant really talk through the glass so you start using hand signals

like a thumbs up and making hearts

and you see how happy it makes him because he’ll do this little turn inside the tank

and swim up real close and smile against the glass

and ,,,,,, at one point you even get close and taemin and you just spend a good two minutes staring at each others faces

till taemin taps on the glass where your lips are and you dont know what he means

but you hear the door open and you have to step back

but anyway,,,,,everything is going fine - the project that taemin is involved in doesnt hurt him in any sort of way it just has some small samples that need to be taken and observation of his behavior

but you can tell that he’s old enough now that this little space is stressing him out

and one day when you’re alone in the lab with him

you try to figure out how to sign to him that you want to help him get out of the tank

and you pull up a photo of the ocean on your phone and point to him and then to it

and taemin watches intently until he presses close to the glass and taps again on your reflection,,,,on the place where your lips are

and you tap back to him

and then,,,,,,

you watch as he presses his lips to the glass, eyes fluttering a bit and you,,,,,,,,you can’t believe it but you think

that the mermaid is asking for a kiss

and you’re embarrassed to death but ,,,, you do it because,,,,,how can you say no to taemins face

and when you pull back he does another happy twirl and puts his hand to the glass

so you can put yours over it

and now more than ever,,,,,more than anything else you want to make sure to get him back out into the ocean,,,,,,

even if your heart is going a little crazy inside your chest at this moment hehe

#this is LATE #shinee scenarios #shinee imagines #shinee au #mermaid! au #onew scenarios #key scenarios #minho scenarios #taemin scenarios #onew imagines #key imagines #minho imagines #taemin imagines #jonghyun is the beautiful angelic mermaid who is patron of the sea bye

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 6 years

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Azula Week Day 3: Summer

Modern AU; TyLee’s parents own a resort on the Cook Islands so TyLee takes Azula on a tropical holiday.

The best summer she ever spent, was the one she had with TyLee. The girl’s parents owned a resort chain one seemed to pop up on every island. And she had given Azula her pick of them. She had narrowed it down to a few, though there were many different islands that had drawn her attention. In the end, with some healthy input form TyLee she and picked Aitutaki Island. She wasn’t one for water but the turquoise hue she’d seen in the pictures had enchanted her. She had wondered if the water would be that pristine in person.

It was another week before TyLee was free from her summer classes. A week spent texting by the poolside and longing for the next one.

A week spent convincing her father that letting her travel so far abroad on such short notice was a good idea. She was almost certain that he was going to say no, especially since she had no good grades to charm him with. Instead, she compiled a list displaying where she’d be staying and for how long, some activities they planned to do, and her outline of predicted expenses. If she could give him a more solid picture, he would be more inclined to let her take her vacation. That sort of trick usually worked.

And it continued to do so.

She was unpacking her suitcase as a balmy breeze fluttered through the bungalow rustling the curtains. The wind carried the scent of mango and banana with what might have been a tinge of coconut.

She watched TyLee flop onto the bed.

“You already unpacked?” Azula asked.

“I packed less than you.” She shrugged. It was a fair point, Azula had a habit of over-packing--God forbid she forget something she needed. “Hurry up and finish! I have so much I want to do.”

“We have the whole week.” Azula pointed out. Even so, the other girl was ridiculously eager. Before she could even find a suitable pair of sunglasses, TyLee had her around the wrist and was dragging her onto the patio. This resort in particular offered over the water bungalows, the pair could jump off of the patio and be in decently deep water. Already Azula could see a turtle swimming by amid clusters of coral and anemone. All in all, they had a pretty decent view of the reef. TyLee was correct in noting that Aitutaki was a sound location for snorkeling.

“Come on!” TyLee gave a cheerful smile and with it she was already in the water, picking her way carefully around the coral. She hadn’t even shed her sundress.

Azula took the care to drape hers over the railing before dipping into the water. The water was cooler than she preferred, it would take some getting used to especially after allowing the sun to seep into her bare skin. She ought to go fetch some sunscreen, but TyLee’s eager face coaxed her further from the bungalow. She could already foresee a sunburn to match all sunburns on her skin. Still she met TyLee a few feet away.

“Look at this.” TyLee pointed. Azula was expecting another turtle, but instead she found herself face to face with a stingray. Before she could protest, TyLee began stroking it. “Come over and pet him, he’s friendly.”

Azula hesitated, she was a little wary of the ocean and marine life. She had been since her father had taken the family to Cancun some summers back when she was eleven years old. She and ZuZu had gotten a little brave--too brave--and she had a scar to show for it. They both did; the pair had gone cliff diving (her choice of activity, of course) and had landed right on the reef. Zuko had nearly lost his eye and she had jagged and deep scratches on her right thigh and up her ribcage.

Even so, she wasn’t about to let TyLee put on a display of more courage than she. As long as she kept her distance from the coral and urchins, she should be fine. The stingray was a good distance from the sea plants anyhow. Taking the care to avoid its tail, Azula carefully stroked its pectoral fins. They had an almost slimy feel that she shivered at, at first.

“Cute isn’t it?” TyLee remarked

Azula hummed to herself for a moment, “I guess so.” It was a rather majestic creature, she decided as she watched it flap away.

No longer having the stingray to occupy her, TyLee made her way closer to the reef. Azula had never been prone to fearing for another person, but the closer TyLee got to the reef, the more she squirmed on the inside. Absently her fingers fell to her scarred thigh. “TyLee, get over here.”

The girl looked back. “But the seashells and clams are over here.” She argued.

“I’m sure there are plenty of seashells on the shore.” Azula countered.

“Are there clams on the shore?”

“Probably not.” Azula grumbled.

As if that settled things, TyLee continued on her course until she came to the edge of the reef. It left Azula divided between wanting to maintain her distance from the reef and wanting to swim over and physically drag the daring girl away from it. “Do you think this one has a pearl in it?” TyLee inquired.

“I don’t know.” Repeating her prior statement she added, “probably not.” She couldn’t imagine that pearls were easy to come by.

“You need to be more optimistic.” TyLee declared.

“And you need to get away from that reef.” Azula snapped back. Finally she braved it out and moved closer.

Undeterred, TyLee carelessly surrounded her arm up to the elbow with jagged blade-sharp coral as she attempted to snatch the clam. Again, Azula was cringing and this time the cringe reached her face. The girl was going to shred her arm at this rate. “Here, let me get it.” She offered before she realized just what she was proposing.

Having struggled with it for a good three or so minutes TyLee surrendered and huffed a quick, “okay.”

Azula bit the inside of her cheek. Just lovely, now she was going to have to risk her own arm. She was already scarred from her thigh to her ribcage, she might as well get a matching set for her arm. Reluctantly, she reached for that stupid clam, thinking that it was anything but worth the struggle. She could already see a fine trickle of blood running down her arm and attracting sharks. She had the clam in her hand and detached from the reef. She might have gotten away unscathed had it not been for the crab. The critter itself hadn’t done her much damage. It’s pinch however caused an reflexive jerk that sent her arm into the nearest coral. She hissed, almost dropping the clam altogether, but she clung to it; she hadn’t just gashed her elbow for nothing. It was a struggle to keep her composure as she was very nearly catapulted back to the day she’d almost died on the reef. TyLee’s expression was the picture of terror, terror and guilt. Azula took a few shaky steps towards her and pressed the clam into her hand. She couldn’t tell how deep the slash dug, but the blood flow was much too steady.

“Oh, this is all my fault.” TyLee mumbled. “I should have just left the clam alone.” To that Azula couldn’t argue. She made her way back onto the patio. “Can I see your hand. Oh gosh, you’re shaking.” The girl looked like she was going to cry.

“I am not.” Azula insisted and held out her arm.

With diligent hands, TyLee tied her hair scrunchies above and below the cut. With even more care she dabbed at it with a clean towel. “I don’t think it’s as deep as it looks.” There was an abundant sparkle of relief in her eyes.

Azula released a still semi-shaky breath. “No, it isn’t.” She removed the scrunchies and watched TyLee retreat into the bungalow to fetch a some gauze. With the initial shock out of the equation, her breathing began to level. It was just a scratch, a large one, but still just a scratch.

“I’m so sorry.” TyLee babbled. “I should have just stayed away from the reef like you said…”

Azula sighed, any animosity the situation had put between the pair was fading fast. She wasn’t about to let the reef ruin another perfectly good vacation. “Forget it. Let’s just finish dressing the cut and find something to do. I think I saw a tiki bar worth checking out.”

“I could go for a pina colada.” TyLee agreed. After fully wrapping Azula’s elbow she patted her hand affectionately. “There, all set.”

Sharp pangs were still shooting up and down her arm but she would ignore them. A drink or two would probably take the edge off anyways.

.oOo.

It was sundown by the time they reached the line of bungalows again. As they walked the deck connecting all of the bungalows, Azula listened to TyLee prattle on and on about pointless things. “That Chan guy was kind of cute.” She commented.

Azula rolled her eyes, “I suppose if you’re into tan, muscular, and dull in the head.”

TyLee cocked her head, she very nearly came to a hault, trying to figure out Azula’s type was like prying that clam for its spot. “Then what are you into.”

Azula shrugged.

Whether she realized it or not, wide-eyed and happy-go-lucky might be two such traits.

Island sunsets were infinitely better than any other, Azula decided to herself as she sat cross-legged on the bungalow deck. TyLee was undoing her braid and squeezing the water out. In the background shades of pink, orange, and purple were rippling in the water--a liquid mirror of the display in the sky. With chirpy and excited remarks from TyLee, Azula came to spy families of turtles coming and going. “I’d love to be a turtle.” TyLee piped up.

“You would.” Azula replied. She removed her sandals and set them aside before dipping her feet into the water. Every now and then a turtle shell would brush against her toes. Though she had to admit it might be a serene life to just follow the crowd and ride the current.

The sky was displaying shades of navy now, the last figments of daylight were falling away. In the distance Azula could hear the sound of traditional drums and a few cheers and claps. But she had no interest in the more touristy of the attractions. She liked the peaceful quiet. The sound of waves lapping against the posts holding the bungalow up.

A cloud of stingray drifted by, all too quickly, disappearing under the deck. Now there’s a creature she’d like to be, if she had to be any animal anyhow. They were graceful things, fluid, but with a dangerous edge to them. It was almost ethereal to see them pass by under a surface that reflected so many glimmering stars.

Azula yawned, such silent calmness always seemed to lull her into a more sleepy mood.

“Are you already ready for bed?” TyLee asked. “You promised me that we’d be going to one of those candle light dinners.”

She did say as much. It would be a few hours later, but she still fancied sitting under a beach canopy with white curtains and the petals of tropical flora scattered about the sand. “Yes, and we will. Just let me lay down for a few minutes.”

.oOo.

TyLee dropped an armful of seashells onto the deck. Azula couldn’t fathom why the girl needed so many. After a whole day of searching them out, they all started to look the same to her. And TyLee had been picking them up for five or so days. One thing she wouldn’t miss when going home was the unlimited supply of sea shells.

“I’m really happy you decided to come with me this week.” TyLee said as she dangled her legs off of the deck.

Frankly Azula felt like there would have been countless more productive ways to spend an entire week. Even so she found herself nodding and replying, “I am too.” Save for her second mishap with the reefs, the holiday had treated her well. “We never opened that clam.” She noted. Somehow it felt right to be opening it as their last day on the island came to a close. She pushed it towards TyLee.

“You want me to open it?”

Azula rolled her eyes, “it’s a clam, Ty, nothing to special.”

“Sure it is.” TyLee disagreed as she pulled the clam open. Azula didn’t think that the girl could grin any wider. Yet her smile widened as she withdrew the teeniest pearl Azula had ever seen. “I told you there’d be one!”

“I suppose you did.”

“Here.” She set the pearl in Azula’s hand. “You got cut on the coral so I think you earned it.”

If she were being honest, it was that TyLee was the one giving it to her that had more value than the pearl itself. “Thanks, Ty.”

She was supposed to be a summer fling but Azula had a feeling that putting TyLee out of her head wasn’t going to be that easy. In fact, she felt that she was lucky to have found TyLee. As lucky as finding a pearl in a clam.

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Title: Overrated Pairing: AU: Merman-Castiel x OFC Binda, Dean & Sam Prompt: merpup Summary: In her world filled with annoying, overbearing boys, Binda just wants something of her own she doesn’t have to share. Will a kind, quiet merman have the answer? Warnings: Salt-water fluff. A couple of curse words. Word count: 2,200-ish

A/N: I’m so tickled to take part in my first writing challenge! Thank you to @siren-kitten-his for hosting “Kitten’s Mermaid Challenge”. This is also my first AU, so I hope I did the characters proud. A big thank you to @thesassywallflower for being my beta on this one.

Binda - “deep water” (Aboriginal Australia)

This is a work of fiction based upon characters created by CW. The character “Binda” is my own creation. Please do not repost without my permission.

(photo: Robert Harding, Getty Images)

With one final grunt of effort, Binda flopped onto her belly and sighed in contentment. Creating the perfect resting spot took more fussing than a mama sea turtle digging a nest for her eggs, but it was worth it! The gentle hill of sand she had studiously constructed curved her spine into a gentle arch as she pillowed her face on her crossed arms. Sheltered here from the currents, Binda smiled as she felt herself sink into a welcome nap.

It was damn hard to get any peace with those two around.

“Bee!”

Damnit.

“Maybe she’s not here, Dean.”

“Nah, Cas said he followed her here.”

DAMNIT! Binda growled as their voices echoed above her. She should have known those dumb gobies wouldn’t leave her be. She also should have known that nosy codfish was going to tail her.

“C’mon, Bee, come out, come out, wherever you are!”

Maybe if she just kept quiet, they’d go away...a clam dropped onto her head and frantically skittered away.

“Ow!” she squawked, flopping upright and glaring upwards as she rubbed the sore spot.

“Hiya, princess!” Bright green eyes glinted down at her above Dean’s trademark smirk. Sam drifted into view, his gaze apologetic, as both brothers blocked out the sunlight drifting into her precious coral cave. Luckily, her gargantuan brothers were too big to fit through the opening.

“I tried to stop him, Binda.”

“Obviously not hard enough,” she grumbled as she plunked herself back onto the sand. The poor terrorized clam was struggling to bury itself, and Binda crooned to it soothingly as she sluiced a handful of sand on top of it.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Bumblebee.”

The childhood nickname grated on her already raw nerves. “It’s ‘Binda’, Dean. Go away.”

A chunk of dead coral thunked on her head next, getting tangled in her gypsum-white hair. Days of being pestered, bedeviled, and hounded suddenly burned like sand in a fresh coral scrape. Binda snarled, a snap of her tail shooting her straight to the cave’s mouth. The groans from both her brothers as her skull slammed into their noses was worth the sudden headache.

“What. Do. You. WANT?” she roared into their faces.

“Great Whites, Binda, what the hell?” Dean groused, rubbing between his eyes gingerly.

“I didn’t even do anything this time,” her taller brother whined from behind his hands.

“Sorry, Sam,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Seriously, just leave me alone, guys! What’s a girl gotta do to get some peace and quiet?”

“Calm your clam shells, toots. Geez, Binda, are you heading into your egg-laying season?”

Red. She literally saw red. Dean literally never saw her right hook coming.

“Son of a bitch!” Blood ribboned into the water from Dean’s nose as Binda turned to glare at Sam.

“Don’t look at me! Chasing you was his idea!” Sam yelped, his gold-striped grouper tail scrambling him backwards.

Binda ignored him, stabbing one slim pointer finger towards her brothers. “You two listen to me! If you follow me, I will harpoon you in the Amazon in the middle of a piranha colony!” Infuriated beyond belief, Binda spun and waved her powerful tail, surging away from them. “And don’t think I won’t do it!”

Weaving amid flurries of fish, Binda ignored Sam’s shout as she swam away. It’s not that she didn’t love her big brothers; she did, truly. With their mother gone and their father always away, they’d practically raised her. From the first toddling flip of her dorsal fin, her brothers had been there for her through it all. No mermaid in all the seven seas ever had better brothers.

They were always there for her. Really. Always frickin’ there.

If it wasn’t Dean needling her to go treasure hunting, Sam had his latest scroll he just couldn’t wait to share. They were there in the mornings, eating her favorite North Pacific krill. They were there to swim her home after her lessons, glaring off any cute mermen she even blinked at. They were there in the evenings, arguing over which lagoon to hit for dinner. As much as she loved them, Binda felt like she couldn’t breathe sometimes with how always...there...Sam and Dean were.

Distracted by her thoughts and frustrations, Binda didn’t check the corner before banking around a coral outcropping and plowed headfirst into something.

Someone, actually.

The someone in question flailed backwards at the force of their collision, straight into a swarm of visiting electric eels. The alarmed critters sputtered and thrashed, snapping great sparks into the unsuspecting soul thrust into their midst. Binda shrieked, darting forward and grasping a wrist to yank him out of the spitting, arcing tangle. The merman collided heavily into her, his face smashing into the curve of her neck and shoulder. Hissing with displeasure, the eels hurried on their way.

Gasping to catch a breath, Binda leaned back just as the mystery merman did. She found herself snared by a pair of astonishingly blue eyes.

“Castiel?” she asked dazedly. The merman straightened and moved away, rotating his shoulders a bit stiffly.

“That was unpleasant,” he rumbled in that deep voice.

“Oh, my gosh, Cas! Are you okay?” Binda’s gaze flitted over him, searching for injuries.

“I’ve sustained no permanent damage.”

“What are you even doing here?” she quizzed the merman, her brows twitching with confusion.

“I, uh -” the dark-haired mer glanced downwards, rubbing the back of his neck a bit sheepishly. “I followed you.”

Binda’s eyes popped open at the remark. “You followed me?” Exasperated anew, Binda flung her arms up. “Of course you did! Everyone follows me!”

Cas cocked his head to the side, squinting at her. “I do not think everyone follows you, Binda. There are many species in our cove who aren’t…” His voice dwindled off when the mermaid levelled a hard glare in his direction. “Nevermind.”

“Oh! What is it with you mermen?! Can’t you leave me alone for even a second?” Frustration rolled off the maid in waves, and Cas couldn’t help but stare. The current washed around them just so, billowing her white, waist-length locks around her in tantalizing tendrils. Her gorgeous tail, the bright gold and orange of a fan goldfish, gleamed about her in delicate, flowing fronds. It reminded him of the fancy dress adorning a human woman he’d seen on a distant shore long ago. Her green eyes, different from her oldest brother’s, shone brighter than any anemone, like a gem he’d spied in a wreckage. Practical soldier though he was, Cas was convinced Binda’s smiling gaze could soften the hardest of hearts.

That gaze wasn’t smiling at him now.

“I’m sorry, Binda.”

“No, you’re not!” She advanced at him, wagging a finger under his nose. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have told those two yahoo brothers of mine where I was! For carp’s sake, Castiel! You three are gonna be the death of me!” Her ire growing with each moment, Binda began swimming a line in front of Cas, arms gesticulating wildly. “When I wake up, there they are! When I go out, there you are! I can’t even go browsing for new top shells alone! Can’t I, just once, have a moment to myself? Have something that’s only mine that I don’t have to share?”

“I just...”

“What, Castiel? Just - what?”

“I just....want to make sure you’re safe.” With those words, all the ire drained out of her like air out of a puffer fish. This amazing, strong, handsome merman wanted to make sure she was safe. Binda would be lying if she said her heart didn’t flutter about the serious Castiel. While the other mermaids fawned over Dean’s vivid green and black cichild scales, or Sam’s bright gold stripes, Castiel’s midnight blue and black betta tail had always caught her eye. Different from any other mer, Cas possessed an extra set of fins separate from his tail. Thin, nearly translucent, the two long slender fins hung from his shoulders like wings. Chest muscles she’d blushingly admired bore an intricate tracery of gold in some ancient script - Enochian, Binda had heard Sam call it once.

Yes, Castiel was altogether quite the catch, pardon the phrase. But it was his quiet, gentle presence Binda most enjoyed. He often joined her as she tended the Pearl Reef, sometimes sitting with her as she rested in the quiet away from the busy-ness of cove life. He’d point out some bright flag of seaweed that made a picturesque splash against the rocks, or tell her about the seahorse hatchlings he’d seen the day before. Binda had always hoped she might catch affection in his gaze one day..

But his gaze held only duty, just like always.

Binda’s shoulders sagged at the thought. It wasn’t Cas’ fault, really. Her father or her brothers had probably told him to keep an eye on her. Trying for nonchalant and failing, Binda drug up a half-assed smile for the merman.

“It’s alright, Castiel. I’m sorry for yelling. I think I’ll head on home now. I’ll see you later.” With a wave of her side fins in farewell, Binda took herself off for the family caves.

Castiel sighed, brow creased in frustration as he watched her go. This wooing was much more difficult than he anticipated. He didn’t dare ask Sam or Dean for advice. He needed help from someone who wouldn’t laugh at him. And he knew just the one!

In a flurry of blue-black fins, Castiel took off for the friendliest corner of the cove.

Curled up under a large network of seaweed fronds, Binda lay quietly, staring up at the surface. The sun above shimmered like hammered silver in fleeting glimpses between the leaves. She huffed a sigh as she rolled to her side, twitching when something tickled her. One, then two, then five little pink seahorses poked their wee heads up above her fins. Binda smiled as she held out her hand to let them weave between her fingers playfully.

The boys had mercifully left her alone, and Binda had it in her heart to feel bad. Almost. At least for making Dean bleed. Although, she wasn’t going to waste the peace and quiet gifted to her. And if her smile looked a bit mopey - well, her peace and quiet were the only ones there to see.

“Shhh!” The muffled sound barely caught her attention, but it did that of the seahorses. The little creatures bobbed forward curiously, and Binda waved herself upright.

“Hello?” she called out.

“Uhhh…” Binda would know that confusion anywhere.

“Castiel?” She swam a bit higher to see over the seaweed; the merman seemed to be hunched weirdly backwards, like his anal fin was caught in his wings or something. “Are you alright?”

“I - I consulted Garth about my quandary,” he spouted out, his cheeks a bit flushed with...what?

“Oh. What quandary? Can I help?” Binda asked, her eyes tinged with concern as she swam nearer.

“No. Yes. I - I -” The poor mer couldn’t seem to make up his mind; the expression on his face looked like he might spontaneously combust. Was he ill? He suddenly lurched, his features contorting in discomfort.

“Cas, did those eels hurt you? Let me see!” Binda demanded, approaching him determinedly.

“No! Uh - this is for you!” The poor soul looked almost green as he thrust something into her arms. Binda’s arms instinctively closed around it, and the mass came alive as it wriggled and whined and…licked?

The merpup was all white, fur soft as the sand from a place called Puerto Rico her father once visited. His gleaming scales were iridescent green, showing hints of blue and purple in the light. And the black eyes that looked up at her had her falling in love in a heartbeat.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, cuddling the little pup under her chin. Her happy laughter splashed out when sweet puppy kisses found her jaw and cheek. “Oh, Castiel, thank you!”

“Please accept this canine as a token of my affection for you.” Castiel thought he spoke out loud but he wasn’t sure. His heart was pounding so hard with nerves, he honestly thought he might throw up, but Binda’s blinding smile distracted his queasiness.

At Castiel’s mumbled proclamation, Binda’s heart skipped and skipped again. Without thinking, she wrapped an arm around those broad shoulders and smushed a happy kiss to his lips. A spark that had nothing to do with any eels leapt between the two, painting matching flushes on both faces.

“Th-thank you, Cas, I accept!” Binda managed to stammer out.

“That’s...reassuring to hear.” Binda’s smile widened as Castiel’s shoulders sagged with relief. The pup continued to whine happily, yipping as he craned his head to swipe more kisses on Binda’s face. “I don’t know how much peace and quiet you’ll find with him”

“Peace and quiet are overrated! What should we call him?” she cooed, reaching up to scratch the little ears.

“Garth said his name is Mr. Fizzles. Which I find confusing because this canine emits no effervescence of any kind.”

Pure delight echoed in the chuckles Binda couldn’t hold in, and she beckoned the merman with a bob of her head as she cradled the merpup closer.

“Come on! Let’s get him settled!”

Snared by that blinding smile, all for him, Castiel couldn’t help but follow. The two spent a lovely hour getting Mr. Fizzles comfortable, and Binda eagerly waited for her brothers to return home so she could show him off. Her pup and her Castiel.

(very sad photo editing by me of a very cute puppy)

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