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dawnquafam · 2 months

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“Are you afraid of me?” “Yeah. I mean, kinda. Definitely.” For Stephen & Mera

Enjoy 2.2k words of Stephen being a bundle of anxiety and Mera being a supportive future sister-in-law!

Time ceased to matter when Stephen was with Orm. Lying on a blanket in the lighthouse’s front yard, he talked and talked, one arm wrapped around Orm’s back while the other hand gestured emphatically. Any of his exes would have fallen asleep or asked him to stop by now, particularly when he ranted about Atlantis, but Orm listened attentively to every word he said about every topic that crossed his mind, his head pillowed on his shoulder and his leg draped over his thighs, occasionally offering a thoughtful question that set him off on an entirely new tangent. The only idle thing about him was the way his hand traced random patterns across his stomach, alternately wrinkling and smoothing his shirt, the softest touch from someone who could crush steel without batting an eye. Stephen talked from broad daylight to sundown, his boyfriend’s warmth keeping the cooling temperature at bay, and his attention never wavered.

Orm listening to him like this wasn’t new, but everything else – the relationship, the cuddling, spending time like this with someone who cared – very much was, and he never wanted it to end.

The front door creaked open, footsteps crossing the porch. “Hello, lovebirds.”

Time slammed back into full speed. He and Orm both jumped, but while Orm’s clenched fist immediately relaxed upon realizing it was Mera, Stephen’s entire body tensed. He sat bolt upright, guilt twisting in his stomach when the movement very abruptly dislodged his very comfortable boyfriend. “Um, hi, Mera,” he greeted.

Orm shot him a wounded look, but there was concern beneath the indignation. Mera stopped in her tracks. “Is everything all right?” she asked.

“Totally fine, yup, why wouldn’t it be?” he responded, barely suppressing a wince at how blatantly awkward it sounded. Which wasn’t exactly unusual for him, but he didn’t want his rambling mouth to betray his nerves right now. Though it’s far too late for that.

Mera arched her eyebrow, predictably seeing straight through the forced cheerfulness. Orm did, too, and Stephen didn’t miss them sharing one of their silent conversations about it. She glanced at her best friend, and he tore his gaze away from Stephen to subtly shake his head in response. Frowning, she tilted her chin towards the lighthouse, and Orm nodded. “I’m going to make us some sandwiches.”

Stephen’s heart sank when he started to sit up, a chill already creeping across him where he had lain. “You don’t have to,” he tried, almost reaching for his hand to pin him in place until he remembered that Mera was watching. He withdrew his hand before they could touch, heart aching when Orm’s hand closed around empty air.

“You said you were hungry a little while ago,” he answered through visible disconcertion. He glanced at Stephen’s cheek, clearly wanting to kiss him, but Stephen couldn’t make himself lean in for his usual invitation, and Orm didn’t push him. “I won’t be long.”

“Ok,” he mumbled, looking away to avoid the confusion in his eyes as he stood. I swear I’m not trying to push you away, he wanted to say, but no words made it out of his throat.

With one last glance at both of them, Orm headed inside. Mera took his place before Stephen could even think about protesting, sitting down in one graceful motion. “I could be diplomatic about this,” she said, “or we could skip straight to the whale in the room.”

Wishing, for far from the first time, that he had even a shred of her poise under pressure, Stephen hoped that his attempt to shuffle slightly away just looked like he was getting comfortable. “There’s no whale,” he lied feebly.

“Not when I first stepped outside,” she allowed. “You were as happy as could be. Until you heard me.”

He ducked his head, unable to argue. She was a born and raised politician who had lived a lifetime in secrecy, trained from childhood to observe even the tiniest of details about everyone around her – of course she had noticed his timing. “It’s ridiculous,” he mumbled.

“Arthur insisting that the president might be Atlantean solely because he looks similar to Orm is ridiculous,” Mera said. “Whatever this is… is not.” She paused, considering him, smoothing the fabric around her thigh with fidgeting fingers. “Are you afraid of me?”

A million judgmental stares flashed through his mind, a lifetime of seeing the exact moment everyone around him mentally wrote him off as ludicrous at best or insane at worst. A lifetime of struggling to make relationships work, of fighting tooth and nail not to be himself long enough to get to the meeting the family stage of a relationship, only to see the crushing disapproval in the eyes of the few people he did manage to get introduced to the second they recognized him. “Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “I mean, kinda. Definitely.”

She furrowed her brows. “Why?”

“It’s not… I mean, it’s…” He sighed, taking his glasses off to scrub a hand down his face. “It’s not you, exactly. It’s- it’s all of you, but it’s not… it’s not really any of you, either. I’m just- I’m not really used to my boyfriends’ families… liking me.”

And they were just normal people, he added to himself. Not… the Atlantean royal family.

“We’ve all been rooting for this relationship for the better part of the last two years,” she reminded him. “You two were the last ones to notice your feelings. Arthur and Tom are the ones who talked Orm into realizing he’s queer in the first place.”

“I know,” Stephen said wearily. “I know it makes no sense. You guys have been there for me since Antarctica, and it’s not like any of you are going to think I’m crazy for believing in Atlantis. It’s just…” He put his glasses back on. “I’m a scientist. I like patterns and data. And my entire dating history… is a lot of data forming one big pattern. Recognizing that far sooner than I actually did could’ve saved me a lot of heartbreak.”

“Allowing old data to scare you now would only cause more heartbreak,” she pointed out gently. “Patterns can always be broken under the right circumstances, and you have those here. We all do. Just about everyone in that lighthouse has broken one or two in their lives, and we have no intention of stopping now. You became part of this family well before you officially began dating Orm. We’re not going to suddenly turn our backs on you simply because everyone else made that mistake.”

“You say that now,” Stephen muttered, anxiety bleeding out as bitterness, as the twisted pain that had built walls around his heart for so long. It had taken a lifetime of agonizing rejection after agonizing rejection, but he had finally learned to push people away in the end. David had been the first exception in a long time, and everyone knew how that went. He had nearly forgotten how it felt to put those walls up when dating Orm was no more than a wild fantasy, but now… “Everyone changes their mind at some point.”

“No.” She laid her hand on his arm, catching his eye. “You saved my son, Stephen.”

“I sent a message,” he said with a shrug. “Two years ago.”

“You sent a message that no one else could send,” she said firmly. “And you were nearly killed trying to protect him on your own until we could get there. Every moment that I’ve had with my son for the last two years has been because of you, and every moment after this will be the same. The gratitude I feel for that will stay with me until my dying breath. We are together because of you, and the least I can do in return is approve of you dating my best friend.”

He searched her expression, looking for the lie, looking for the doubt that had shadowed his every relationship. “You really do?”

“I do,” she assured him. “We do. You’re kind, intelligent, and brave. The two of you make each other happy, and you trust each other in ways neither of you trust anyone else. We would be fools not to continue welcoming you into his life and our family.”

“Even though I’m not a prince?” he asked, the silent insecurity slipping out, tinged by the desperate need to believe her. “Or a warrior? Or anyone special who can keep him safe when the Fishermen come looking for him?”

“I was a princess and I didn’t deserve him.” Old guilt haunted her eyes until she blinked it away. “Just as he became a king who did not deserve me. He can protect himself, and when he cannot, that is why we’re here. If he cared that you can’t do for him what we can, then he wouldn’t feel so safe in your arms. It matters far more to all of us that you are one of the very few people in his life who has never hurt him.” She squeezed his shoulder, letting the words sink in before she continued. “You do not need a title to be noble or superpowers to be strong – those are qualities that only mean anything when they are found in your heart, and you have a good one, Stephen. That is what makes you special. That is why we will always want you here.”

There was no hesitation in her voice, no reservation in her touch. Her words didn’t reek of false pleasantries, of the pressing need to tell Orm to dump him the second he stepped out of earshot. She really meant what she was saying. Maybe David did go horribly wrong, he conceded slowly. But it landed me here, didn’t it?

Hope dared to bloom where once there had only been despair. Stephen looked over her shoulder when the front door creaked open again, and she followed his gaze to Orm, heading back to them with a couple plates in his hands. “Cuddle with him all you want, Stephen,” she told him. “Gods know you both deserve it.”

He learned to lower his walls to get us this far, he thought, remembering the withdrawn, touch-averse man who had first moved in with him. If I want this to work – and I want nothing more than that – then… it’s my turn now.

Orm paused a short distance away, head tilted in question. Stephen nodded, and his shoulders visibly relaxed in relief as he resumed walking. The same relief escaped him in a heavy breath, the same weight lifting from his own shoulders. “Thank you,” he murmured to Mera.

“I’m always here if you need to talk.” She leaned in, and Stephen thought she was going for a cheek kiss until her eyes started to glow, ominous in the fading daylight. “Never forget, though,” the queen whispered, a mischievous smile softening her words, “that I am still his best friend. If you break his heart, I will break you.”

“Don’t worry.” It was far more foreboding than any of the stiffly polite conversations his exes’ families had exchanged with him, but his answering smile was easy and reassured. “He’s safe with me.”

And I’m safe with him. With… our family.

She sat back, content. “Good.”

“Stop threatening him,” Orm said, reaching them in time to catch her teasing. “And get out of my spot. Please,” he added grumpily when she didn’t move.

She sprang lightly to her feet, stealing a chip off his plate. He frowned but didn’t protest, handing the plates to Stephen before sitting down, still not quite as graceful on land as she was. Happily crunching her stolen chip, she headed off for her regular evening swim, and Orm asked him, “Are you feeling better?”

“Much.” He set the plates aside and cupped Orm’s cheeks. “I’m sorry I got weird.”

“It’s all right.” He leaned into Stephen’s touch. “Weird is normal in this family.”

“True enough,” Stephen said with a laugh. “Come here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed him gladly, and Stephen savored the combined hint of salt and taste of Atlantean heat that had quickly become one of his favorite things in the world. The last traces of bitterness and fear melted away at the touch of his lips, as loving here in front of his family’s house as he was in the privacy of their apartment, a far cry from the sudden uncomfortable distance his exes had shown when they took him home. He even savored the pulling away, breaking apart just enough to breathe, because it was his choice, just as it always was, and Orm lingered just as he always did, staying close where everyone else had only pulled away.

Maybe that was all the proof I should’ve needed that this time is different.

“You do know that I would protect you from her, right?” Orm asked, their noses still brushing, his hands on his waist, his fingers curled into his shirt.

“I know that you would try,” Stephen said. “But we both know that you can’t beat her in a fight. Or during game night.”

He pouted. “I defeated her at Monopoly once.”

Stephen shook his head fondly, kissing him again and instantly wiping away the adorable pouting. He pulled his boyfriend back down to the blanket, the sandwiches entirely forgotten, caring only about holding on to him and never letting go, regardless of who might see them.

#stephen shin #mera #orm marius #shinorm #aquaman #dceu #my fanfic.#julie tag #i asked you for prompts so i could write short things and then i wrote over 2k why is my brain like this #also not 100% sure i'm happy with this but if i stare at it any longer then it'll never get posted so here it is

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withintime2 · 5 months

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hai kite i love how you draw spearmaster can i have some spearmaster crumbs pls (looking at you with big eyes)

squidcadas are best when shared

(@im-just-kinda-here-k)

#i imagine they're not like allied they just encounter each other and it works out #for worse angst potential i imagine this is the same hunter that was raised by spearmaster but its not the same spearmaster #so they're both kinda lost as to why the other is like that #/art tag #/slugcat #/hunter #/spearm #rain world #rainworld #rain world downpour #rainworld downpour #rw downpour #rw spearmaster #rw hunter #and HIII MERA ^_^#there's more hunter in this ask then spearmaster but you cant blame me .

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askepitheterased · 27 days

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Hey Mera!

You have always been fragile.

But the most precious things often are.

(Gives her a gift basket with Squid Ink Pasta, a jar of sauce made for squid ink pasta, a book of furry art prints, black nail polish and a small Arctic fox plush.)

Mera : Oh- wow... Thank you. I've only ever had compliments from Indus before, this feels really nice. Also I finally have something interesting to look at in here.

#epithet erased #epithet ask blog #epithet erased ask #ask #ask blog #asks open #mera salamin

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ramayantika · 4 months

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Usko trust issues hai and uski life mein bahut kuch ulta sidha hua hai. Uski dost hu and theek hai samajh aata hai ki voh aise hi asani se trust nahi karta

But like-

#samridhi speaks #okay i will just ask this to krishna iss ladke ne mera dimag ghuma diya

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mettywiththenotes · 1 year

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What if the real dfo is that afo is meras dad

This may be the most cursed ask I've ever gotten, so I had to deliver

#thank you anon for making me laugh very hard #thank you for the ask!😊#asks with metty #bnha asks #mera yokumiru #all for one #edit #edits #anon asks #dad for one

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captainmera · 9 months

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As a fellow European in the current sleep zone

Go to sleep.

YOU'RE ALL HYPOCRITES-!

SCOUNDRELS! WHAT IS THE CHARGE? A FUN NIGHT OF DRAWING? A SIMPLE LITTLE DOODLE?

THIS DOES NOT BODE WELL ON THE ESTABLISHED PEACE RELATIONS OF THE NORTH.

#ASK #asks #mera ask #art reply

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solsticesailor · 2 years

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I made some cursed Epithet Erased emojis

#epithet erased #giovanni potage #giovanni #zora salazar #zora #indus tarbella #mera salamin #lady mera #stink #i forgot stink existed until my friends reminded me and asked for an emoji of him #for those who dont remember hes the kid that throws swords at girls #man i love epithet erased

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timetravellingkitty · 3 months

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Bestie me and @witheredoffherwitch were thinking of ways to tank Modi's campaign somehow by making him a joke among public.

We are wondering how to do that and how to make it viral. Would you like to join us? Do you have any ideas?

I'm so done with his PR machinery 😭

Step 1: become an actor

Step 2: become famous

Step 3: amass a cult following like srk

Step 4: announce your descent into the depths of hell (politics)

Step 5: make your own party, like thalapathy

Step 6: win elections. if it doesn't work, a democratic coup to overthrow modi will suffice

Step 7: end hindutva \O/

#in all seriousness i have no ideas tbh but i love making fun of modi so 🤝#asks #mera!

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ramblings-from-the-ether · 1 year

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And on a related note, epithet markings like Zoras triangles and Meras irises?

Epithet marking concepts, go!

Molly: Lots of possibilities for her. The stars in her hair turn sickly-green when she uses a powerful move, her button-pupils brighten and glow, maybe even her freckles turn into sparkling green dots as she becomes more powerful. One recent concept I had is green epithet marks going down her face from her eyes, almost reminiscent of tear streaks. They seem to flicker and almost darken her face when she uses her more powerful moves.

Giovanni: High-power Giovanni is always an incredibly fun concept to think about. I think if he were to gain an epithet marking, it would be a large glowing patch on his throat that looks almost like there's magma underneath as he uses his abilities. Alternatively, maybe the soup that Giovanni can make gradually becomes so hot that even he can't withstand it, accidentally burning himself with it, and the burn scars on his skin actually become his epithet marks! They seem to sizzle and smoke when he conjures anything hot enough.

Sylvie: A couple ideas. Sylvie's markings form as spiralling patterns on his arms and maybe around his eyes. Maybe glistening, golden spots start to dot his skin in various areas, looking almost like dust of some kind. After continuous use of Dream Big, maybe green-and-yellow markings form around his neck, arms and shoulders, somewhat reminiscent of Dr. Beefton's coat and clothing. His markings hum softly with ethereal power when he summons forth his dreams.

Indus: Well, the most obvious thing for Indus would be for his epithet marks to replace his tattoos. Or, maybe new markings emerge in the space surrounding his tattoos, piecing together to almost look like a suit of armour! When Indus makes a BARRIER, the markings closest to it creak and converge even closer together, like living armour reinforcing itself to protect him.

Mera: Her irises are a start, but if Mera gets even more powerful, a really cool idea for further epithet markings would be silvery-blue cracks lining her skin, kinda like kintsugi. Maybe she gets heavily injured at some point (either by her epithet or a powerful attack, maybe from Giovanni's critical 13) and the resulting scar forms a spiderweb-like crack that then becomes her epithet mark! The cracks glisten and creak dangerously when she exerts herself too much.

Percy: It's hard to imagine Percy's epithet markings resemble anything other than stone and brick carvings. Rows resembling brick lines, sigils and hieroglyphs, and patterns of masonry forming around her limbs and neck, and possibly even on her face and around her eyes, making her into a living parapet. They spark and crackle with golden lightning whenever she uses her Wizard Towers, and glow with soft radiance when she constructs a Healing Hut.

Ramsey: I found it hard to think of anything for this rat man, but maybe: The gold that forms Ramsey's gilded eye spreads outward from the socket, creating literal gold veins across his face! Perhaps streaks of gold could even form and snake across his body like kintsugi cracks. The gold patterns gleam and dazzle as he activates his golden touch, and maybe even change their colour to that of an alloy when he turns himself to gold.

Rick: We've all seen the void-black lightning that streaks from his eyes when Rick wants to ham it up. His epithet markings come in the form of pitch-black, flame-like patches on his face, streaming from the sides of his eyes. Alternatively, maybe his epithet mark forms as a black, heart-shaped crest or tattoo on his right breast! (the wrong side.) It glows and surges with eldritch power when he uses his magic.

Lorelai: I actually headcanon that Lorelai's little rainbow freckles are her epithet markings, but if she were to get others, I imagine the freckles could eventually grow into stars. They flash and glow in an array of colours when she summons her dream bubbles and mini-bosses.

#epithet erased #molly blyndeff #giovanni potage #sylvester ashling #indus tarbella #mera salamin #percival king #ramsey murdoch #rick shades #lorelai blyndeff #answered ask #fic idea #maybe

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supermellon64 · 2 years

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could I get the redwood run gang roller skating for the doodle requests(Percy is really bad at it)

Oh my god I love that Idea sm!!!! I can totally see that!

I Have some head cannons about the rest of the gang. (sorry in advance for longer post then usual)

Molly, Trixie, and Feenie: I feel like they would go to a roller rink together and stay as a group the whole time. Molly probably wouldn't want to go skating very often even if she had time because it would be pretty loud, but once in a while the trio would go there when it wasn't busy. They are all equally bellow average at skating and have trouble keeping their balance. they hold on to each other for the whole time trying to keep their balance and roll around pretty slowly and bump in to the wall a-lot, but they laugh it off and have a pretty good time together.

Giovanni: Giovanni has absolutely gone to mother son skate nights every Friday since he was 5. He is pretty damn good and can easily hold his own. He wears rollerblades over roller skates as they are easier to make sharp turns in. He also gets very competitive with the other people on the rink. He uses his steam jets to go much faster than everyone else. Then promptly slams in to the wall. He also definitely wear's a dumbass outfit complete with flame decaled sweat band on his head. All the employee's know Gio, and groan when ever he comes in.

Sylvie: Sylvie doesn't strike me as someone who would skate as a sport or for fun in a roller rink. He might be convinced by Molly and Gio to go to a roller rink one night in which he reluctantly agrees. He's really shaky on skates and can barely keep his balance. He swings his feet opposite ways attempting to catch him self but ends up falling a-lot. He gets even angrier when Giovanni speeds by him. Sylvie tries to race Gio but ends up falling directly on his face and cracking his glasses. After that, Molly and Gio convince him to hang on to both of them while they skate the rest of the night. He's pretty pissed about it but he holds on pretty tightly.

Mera: Mera blows Giovanni out of the water in terms of skill. She's better at ice skating and definitely takes classes but is also insanely proficient at rollerblading. Girl did a triple axel like it was NOTHING in episode 4. She absolutely has her own rollerblades and ice-skates. Mera's insanely graceful and can pull off some high level maneuver's. Mira is extremely carful when she skates though and makes a point to swerve away from people as to not bump in to anyone. She's had some close calls, but anyone who has gotten too close had the unfortunate of being tackled by Indus.

Indus: At first glance Indus doesn't seem like he would be very good at rollerskating but he's learned to keep up pretty well with Mera. He's definitely not as skilled as her but he's just good enough so they can skate together. He cant rent skates at any of the roller rink or ice rink establishments because no one had the size for his gorilla feet. so Indus had some custom fitted. Unfortunately Indus is now banned from a couple of their favorite places on account of panic tackling other skaters to the ground when they got too close to Mera. He was dragged out by the ear by Mera.

Percy: Aforementioned, Percy absolutely sucks at this and has NO coordination for roller skating. She constantly whips forward and backward violently trying to regain balance and ends up slipping with her legs in a 90 degree angle and falling on her back. She has a rough start, but eventually starts to get the hang of it. She see's it as overcoming a challenge and is very proud of her self for it.

Zora: Zora is a hazard to those around her. She also has absolutely has NO coordination for skating and she flails around and manages to accidentally hit a couple people in the face with her flailing. She hates every minuet of it and despises that Ramsey is much better at it then she is.

Ramsey: Ramsey is actually pretty decent. He probably skated in collage and has a bit of experience under his belt. Although he's a bit rusty he can pick up Percy's slack and help her not fall down as much. He constantly teases Zora for being an elite gunslinger yet terrible at skating. She promptly uses her epithet to stop his skates and make him trip and fall on his face.

Rick: Rick does not know what a roller skate is or what to do with it. After the employee's stop him from trying to shove the skate in his mouth and explain how to use it, he roll's out to the middle of the rink and immediately falls on his face. He try's to get up 3 more times and falls on his face every subsequent time. After that he cries face down on the floor and waits till the employee's of the roller rink drag him pathetically off of the rink.

Naven: Bambi on ice. From the moment he gets out on the rink he starts shaking like a chihuahua. Moves at the speed of a snail and is a huge side hugger. He does not enjoy himself the entire time and after one lap he immediately goes back to the seating area for the rest of the night.

Yoomtah: DO NOT LET THIS WOMAN IN YOUR SKATING ESTABLISHMENT! SHE IS A MENICE TO EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE AROUND HER. SHE IS TOO FAST. YOU WILL LEAVE WITH A BROKEN EGO AS WELL AS SEVERAL BROKEN BONES.

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