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You can thank the 2023 little mermaid soundtrack for this idea heheheh
#traditional art#my art#artists on tumblr#fanart#Pixar coco#Disney#Pixar#coco#hector rivera#ernesto de la cruz#merman#mer au#merpeople#cecaelia#had to google what octo mermaids are called lmao
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🦇New Profile Pin🦇
Welcome to my Domain of Debauchery
Hi, I’m Momo. I am a writer for a fantasy yandere blog. My request blog is only open for original work now, it’s not longer for fandom (once in a blue moon I will dabble).
What you can request: anything. There are no rules because it’s all original work now. For Baki, my rules are simply no incest or Noncon.
This is a fantasy/ horror/ Yandere blog now so I now have creative freedom without worrying about keeping a character ‘in character.’ They can be as insane as anyone wants.
But I still will be writing Baki fanfics/ head canons. (Love my muscular men +Kozue)
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Master list:
Original Work:
Immortal
Insatiable 🌶️
The Sponser
Love Me More
Pinky Promise (Part 1)
Baki Short Stories (Not Yandere):
A Hug (Jack)
Eat (Retsu)
Don’t Push It (Jack)
A Piece of Me (Shiba Chiharu)
Oppai (Katsumi)
Yandere Baki Short Stories:
Mine (Hanayama and Kizaki) 🌶️
Family (Katsumi and Jack)
Him & Him (Katsumi and Retsu) 🌶️
Later (Yujiro)
Pet (Baki) 🌶️
Hold on (Baki)
Extra Eyes (Baki and Hanayama) 🌶️
I’m Here Now (Katsumi)
Promise (Part 1) (Katsumi and Katou)
Promise (Final Part) (Katsumi and Katou)
Katsumi Yandere fluff (Katsumi)
The Edge (Hanayama) 🌶️
Loco (Jun)
Fantasies (Katou)
Training (Katou) 🌶️
All Bark, No Bite (Katou) 🌶️
More (Katsumi)
A Miracle (Katsumi)
Wake Up (Jack)
Awake (Jack and Hanayama)
Three’s A Crowd But Four’s A Party (Pickle)
Belonging (Jack) 🌶️
Fate (Jun)
Baby With My Baby (Katsumi) 🌶️
The Spectator (Hector and Katsumi) 🌶️
Change of Fate (Retsu)
A Game of Cat and Mouse (Hanayama)
Rent-a-girlfriend (Harem)
Courtship (Pickle)
Saccharine Kisses (Matsumoto Kozue)
My Beloved Best Friend (Hector Doyle)
Paparazzi (Hanayama Kaoru)
Covet (Hanayama and Katsumi)
Longing (Part 1) (Katsumi) 🌶️
Longing (Final) (Katsumi) 🌶️
Delusion (Baki)
Destiny (Hanayama)
Genderbend Baki
Bambi, Jackie, and Kaori 🌶️
Head Canon
Suzuna (Sukune)
Jackie
Bambi 🌶️
Taste (Kaori)
Juliana and Oliva
Sonia and Gaia
Humdah Ali Jr
Pickle
Violet Kisses (Kasumi and Jackie)
Violet Kisses (2) (Kasumi, Jackie, & Kaori)
Violet Kisses (Final) (Jackie, Kasumi, & Kaori) 🌶️
Monster Baki
Haunted (Retsu) 🌶️
Little Mate (Katsumi) 🌶️
The Dragon’s Bride (Prelude) (Hanayama)
The Dragon’s Bride (Hanayama and Jack)
The Corpse Husband (Katsumi)
Harpy Hanayama
Moth Man Pickle
Merman Pickle
Merman Pickle (Part 2)
Merman Baki
How Deep is Your Love (Jun and Katsumi)
Merman Hanayama
Werewolf Jack
Lamb to the Slaughter (Jack)
Lost and Found (Part 1) (Jun and Oliva)
Wonderland AU:
Down the Rabbit Hole (Harem)
Tea Party (Retsu)
The Red Knight (Hanayama)
Yandere Baki Book:
Heart Shaped Wound (novel)
Baki Kinktober 2023:
Day 1: Hector Doyle 🌶️
Day 2: Shinogi Kureha 🌶️
Day 3: Katsumi Orochi 🌶️
Day 4: Doppo Orochi 🌶️
Day 5: Gaia & Sikorsky 🌶️
Day 6: Jack Hanma 🌶️
Day 7: Baki Hanma 🌶️
Day 8: Kaioh Retsu 🌶️
Day 9: Biscuit Oliva 🌶️
Day 10: Katsumi Orochi (lime)
Day 11: Kiyosumi Katou 🌶️
Day 12: Biscuit Oliva 🌶️
Day 13: Hanayama Kaoru 🌶️
Day 14: Nomi no Sukune the 2nd 🌶️
Day 15: Yujiro Hanma 🌶️
Day 16: Pickle 🌶️
Day 17: Hanayama Kaoru 🌶️
Day 18: Izou Motobe 🌶️
Day 19: Pickle & Jack 🌶️🌶️
Day 20: Jun Guevara
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I have just been informed that Mermay is a thing.
So uh.
Merman Hector.
Fuck yeah.
#it was supposed to be a sketch/concept art#dont know why the hell i went this far with it#but also he gets no color privileges#ah#anyway I wanna draw more of this before may is over#trojan war#hector of troy#the iliad
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So.... This is an Isaastle piece, written in the POV of the Castle. @beevean.
It heard yelling before it saw the source. It had been a long time since anything has come up this far within its walls. It remained frozen, unmoving, just waiting for the source to leave. When the source only got louder, it let out a snarl. The doors to the throne room open, revealing a rather petite man. A man of elegance, yet so small in figure. It could see the bones under his skin. Black marks cover his body in familiar patterns.
It continued to stand like a statue as the man paces around angrily. He was yelling about something, but it wasn't focused on that. It was focused on the energy he put out. A familiar dark power emanated from the man. It looks at him, his hair was a different shade than the Wolf's Son. Darker. Duller. It felt drawn to him. It saw his pain, his frustrations, his desire to serve. It knew it needed to claim this bizarre man before he found his way out.
It made its move, a puddle of blood following the man outside the throne room. It could hear him cursing someone named Hector. It did not know a Hector, but perhaps it was one of the many that sought the Prince's power. One of the many that served as a Dishonored Vampire. But then, he cursed at a Trevor Belmont. It knew that name. The White Wolf's human name. Oh, it knew that rage. This would be fun.
As it followed, careful not to alert the agitated man, it also subconsciously moved any danger to this potential new Lord. It listens carefully to the bizarre man.
"First I couldn't kill Hector! Then that cursed Belmont! I couldn't avenge my Lord, Dracula! Now I can't even kill myself?!" He screams into the echoing chambers of the castle. It could work with this.
"It is not often we have visitors." It spoke, the blood bubbling up audibly behind the man. It saw the look of confusion and frustration as he whipped around to see who was talking. It bubbles up into a semi-solid state. It knew what he saw, it knew he was disgusted by it. It has been so long since it had a host, it no longer knew how to look like its Prince. It looked vaguely humanoid. Without arms, or legs, or a lower torso. It felt like its head was human enough, though the globs of blood falling off of it states otherwise.
"We are like you." The multitude of voices spoke.
"You are nothing like me!" The man snapped back. Oh, this was going to be more difficult than it originally thought.
"We are like you." It repeats, "we have dedicated ourselves to a lord, only to be abandoned for another." It saw his eyes twitch, before he got aggressive again.
He started yelling more, but it tuned the noise out. Yes, this emotional response was what it needed out of him.
"The one you served. This Dracula. He still abandoned you. He did not see what we see in you." Tell him what he wants to hear, that was what it was best at. "We can feel your untapped power. We see your potential. He could not could he? Distracted by that Hector, he ignored such a beautiful specimen."
This causes the man to stop mid-word. He looks at the Entity staring back at him. His mouth opened and closed like a merman tadpole. The Castle took this chance to continue, sliding its tendrils along Isaac's hands.
"We only speak the truth. Such power and beauty like yours would be a waste to throw away. Especially on one who cannot see it." It speaks so softly. So hypnotically. It can see the man thinking about what it's saying. "You are intelligent. Powerful. Beautiful. We would thrive under a lord like you."
It can see how the man hesitated, before trying to resist it. It needed to draw the man in more. Lower his guard more. This will not be as easy as its Prince, but it would be worth the chase. It released the man from its grip easily.
"We can offer you so much. Loyalty. Companionship. Power. Love. We can offer so much more than the one you served your life to." It pauses, a name popping up in its memories. "All we need is you. Your blood. Your energy. Your power. Your presence. Without it, we are nothing. We can subsist for only so long on the monsters and humans within these walls, but you... You could provide so much. We will never take you for granted. You will be an object of worship. A ruler. A Lord."
That does it. It can see his mind turning. It had to be methodical. It could not claim him all at once. It had to be slow. Nurture a bond, and seal it with blood when the time is ready. It bows its head respectfully.
"We will let you think on our offer. We will not force you to join us. But note, as long as you do not harm us, nothing in here will harm you. We will bring you back to us, when your final decision is made." At that, it disappears into a puddle of blood, leaving the scene. It watches the man from the shadows. It would take time. It needed to show him that it was better than his lord.
It summoned two dishonored vampires to the room, and had them bow before the man. Give him a taste of the power he'll have with it, before it vanishes back to the throne room, eager for its new Lord.
#Isaastle#toadwrites#isaac laforeze#not named but hes there!#akumajou dracula#i need more practice with Isaac.
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Guard Games
Livia: What...
Jaseem: I challenge you and your Raven Guard..if me and my friends win you all split apart and never form another guard..
Epel: HEY! What is the matter with you!
Livia: *Flares her left wing, stopping Epel* We accept...what's first
Jaseem: A test of pure strength
Rukia: *Steps forward, looking at Floyd*
Floyd: *Smiles, stepping forward*
Crowley: Very well, let's begin!
~~~~~
Crowley: Both students are to push these boulders from here to Riddle over there!
Riddle: *Lifts his hand*
Floyd: *Beams waving* Goldfish!
Rukia: Got it!
Crowley: GO!
Floyd: Strength in One! *Slams into the boulder, pushing it*
Rukia: *Slams into his boulder impressed with Floyd catchphrase, pushing after the merman*
Epel and Deuce: COME ON FLOYD!!
Livia: Floyd! Don't strain your muscles!
Jaseem: *Glances at Livia surprised*
Floyd: *Grits his teeth, narrowing his eyes* Strength in One!!!!
Rukia: *Gasps as Floyd suddenly sped up* HUH!??
Floyd: *Shoves the boulder past Riddle and grins*
Riddle: Floyd Wins!
Rook: Excellent! Good job!
Deuce: You were great!
Epel: Good job!
Livia: Floyd, you alright?
Floyd: Yep, I'm fine Catfish!
Lvia: *Nods relieved*
Crowley: Raven Guard, you won who's next?
Deuce: I am!
~~~~~
Deuce: *Looks at Trevor*
Trevor: Good luck buddy, heh
Crowley: Ready? Set? GO!
Deuce: *Runs off into his tunnel area* Here Comes Speed!
Trevor: *Grins running beside him* Nice catchphrase!
Deuce: *Speeds up, running away, leaping from stone to stone and leaping across the pit of hissing snakes*
Trevor: *Leaps onto the wall and pushes off, landing behind Deuce and running after him*
Deuce: *Runs around the corner, his eyes narrowed then glances back*
Trevor: Hah! You're the fastest, let this dog beastman show you FAST!
Deuce: *Speeds up, his eyes wide*
Trevor: *Grins darting past him towards the finish*
Deuce: NO!!!
Trevor: *Runs out, cheers coming from his friends*
Deuce: *Pants running out, stopping by the entrance then walks over to Livia his head bowed*
Livia: Deuce....
Deuce: Sorry..Liv..
Jaseem: *Stares at Livia silently pleading with her to get upset*
Livia: *Chuckles* You did well, Deuce, you just rest now...
Crowley: Trevor you can choose who goes next
Trevor: Hm...then..Keenest of Sight test!
Crowley: Very well
~~~~~
Rook: *Stretches then hands Livia his hat*
Livia: Do your best Rook, if you end up going too far come right back
Rook: Understood
Hector: *Looks over as Rook stood beside him*
Rook: Good luck
Hector: *Nods wondering what Rook's catchphrase was*
Crowley: Seek!
Rook: *Grins running into the darkness* Je les vois!
Hector: *Runs in after him startled*
Livia: *Chuckles* That means, "I see them"
Rook: *Walks through the darkness, looking around curiously* Hm?
Rook: *Leaps down, then peeks into a little crevice*
Hector(On the other side): Ouch!
Rook: *Chuckles then narrows his eyes grinning* Je les vois!!!
Rook: *Leaps into the small space then leaps out, leaping up the rock and running back to the start*
Crowley: Here comes someone-
Rook: *Grins leaping out of the darkness, Cheka in his arms*
Cheka: *Laughs beaming* He found me!
Ziro: *Walks over taking Cheka*
Hector: *Walks over to Jaseem, looking guilty*
Crowley: Rook has won, Epel and Pega choose the way you wish to show off your bravery
Pega: I have a great idea, heh!
~~~~~~
Pega: *Grins at the course*
Livia: Epel! Be careful!!
Vil: Listen to Potato Cub!!
Epel: I got this don't worry!
Crowley: GO!
Epel: *Runs ahead of Pega, grinning* Brave is the Heart!
Pega: *Grins taking off after him* That's a good one, nice job!
Epel: *Leaps up and pushes off the wall, launching himself over the crocodiles and landing*
Pega: *Grins and leaps across the stream without help* Smart!
Epel: *Freezes at the sight of tigers startled*
Pega: Haha! Scared? *Leaps over the tigers with ease, dodging ones claws*
Pega: *Heads up the path towards the bells at the top then looks back*
Epel: Brave is the Heart! *Leaps backwards and pushes off a tree, launching himself over the tigers and landing running after Pega*
Pega: *Gasps startled* WOAH!!
Epel: *Runs past Pega, and leaps up snatching the bells off the branch*
Pega: *Freezes in alarm*
Epel: *Turns and leaps over the edge, diving down into the water below*
Pega: *Looks over the edge shocked* HUH!???
Epel: *Surfaces and swims to land, showing his cheering team the bells*
Rook: Great job!!
Floyd: *Laughs, patting Epel on the back*
Deuce: *Wraps a towel around the male* Epel, that was amazing
Livia: *Sighs glaring at Epel having had a near heart attack* Silly
Jaseem: We're next!
~~~~~
Livia and Jaseem: *Stands side by side, looking at the crowd*
Livia: I call for a test with all the others combined into ONE!
Jaseem: *Looks at her startled* What-
Livia: *Looks at Jaseem* I'm willing to do what it takes to keep my group together, I picked them all for a reason to help me keep everything safe..
Livia: Floyd, who despite his switching personalities, is one of the strongest people I know, someone who won't hesitate to jump in and do what needs to be done, with or without orders
Floyd: Aww Catfish, I'm blushin'!
Livia: Rook, a great hunter with keen senses and instinct, I trust him to watch our backs during missions and fights, and he has never let me down when it came to it
Rook: *Smiles* Mademoiselle Flower Huntress...that's touching..
Livia: Deuce, who may just be human but is some of the fastest people I know, I doubted his capability at first but he showed me that he can keep up and use his speed right. I leave speed missions to him and he's always came out on top
Deuce: *Smiles slightly* Thanks Liv..
Livia: And Epel, the bravest person I know, never backing down from a challenge and never letting others perceive him as weak, ready to put anybody in their place and take risks even if they get him in trouble with others
Epel: Liv...
Livia: *Turns to the crowd* Tests in One! Tests in One!!
Jaseem: *Looks at the chanting crowd then at Livia's guard*
Epel, Deuce, Rook and Floyd: *Smiles at Livia giving her looks of pure trust*
Livia: *Nods* Alri-
Jaseem: *Steps forward, standing beside her* I give up!
Livia: Hey, what are you doing?
Jaseem: I challenged you because......I didn't want to believe that villains we're actually somewhat different from what I was told
Livia: *Gasps alarmed* You-
Jaseem: I was told you all you're selfish and ready to throw each other under the bus, not caring about the place you reside in..not trusting each other...
Livia: *Glares at him*
Jaseem: I saw you and your group and saw how you all worked together and trusted each other...you all were fighting near each other as to lend each other aid and I saw how Deuce rushed to help Rook
Jaseem: *Looks at the crowd* I forfeit!
Livia: *Stares at Jaseem* No, you're right
Jaseem: Huh?
Livia: We can be pretty selfish, not caring and all that, be pretty manipulative and mean towards each other...but at the end of the day we find a way to work together and sort things out
Livia: Yeah, some of us have beef with each other and dislike them to some extent but we can push that aside for the sake of greater things
Azul and Jamil: *Glances at each other and nods*
Malleus: *Smirks* Kingscholar?
Leona: Silence Lizard, I know she's right..
Livia: *Looks at Jaseem* I hope you learn a lesson today, Jaseem
Jaseem: *Smiles and nods* I have...
Crowley: Raven Guard, I have your next mission
Livia: *Leaps down* Let's go guys!!
Epel, Deuce, Floyd and Rook: *Follows her grinning* Yes!
#twst livia#twst oc#disney twst#livia vanrouge#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst disney#twisted wonderland disney#twst#twst ocs#twisted wonderland oc#twst wonderland#twistedwonderland#twisted oc#epel#epel felmier#twst epel#twisted wonderland epel#floyd leech#twisted wonderland floyd#twst floyd#rook twst#rook twisted wonderland#rook hunt#twst rook#floyd twst#floyd twisted wonderland#epel twst#epel twisted wonderland
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Day 3- For Villainy!
Pair: Malleus x Idia x Azul
Prompt: Business, Secrets, Confidence/Insecurity
Au: Superhero au
Notes: minions movie inspired oneshot. How about that :3c
Warning: blood and injury, folks :D
It was a lazy morning for Idia. He debated if he even wanted to go to his morning classes at college, but then Ortho would nag him.
He didn't make himself any coffee, only took his usual pills with a glass of cold water. That was bound to wake him up a bit. Then, looking through the fridge, Idia grumbled at the lack of food. He is running out of instant ramen, which means he has to go grocery shopping. Even more to add to things he didn't want to do today.
Then, before finally leaving his small flat, Idia caught a glimpse of his pinboard. A big board where articles of papers, photos and notes were stuck and united in between them with colorful threads. Dates were also marked in there, the most recent one being actually last week.
'Attack on the royal ceremony! The ocean prince saves the day!'
Next to the article, a photo of a closeup was put. It depicted the said superhero. Bright red hair and blue eyes, smiling and waving at the civilians. He wore a generic superhero outfit, dotted with small pearls and baby blue patterns, hand in hand with the emerald green details. In their left hand, they holded a silver trident, the metal glistening in the sun, with fine engravings on it.
And, of course, behind him was his sidekick. Idia bearly saw a glimpse of that one. No one really got any concluding photo of them. It was frustrating, but news and papers gave up on this. The sidekick didn't matter. Only the hero had the spotlight, for he fought head on the villain. With those thoughts, Idia finally left his apartment and went on to his college classes.
Speaking of the Villain...
Once classes were over, Idia decided to go right to grocery shopping. There was a store in his way after all. But, that plan was quickly tossed away when the superhero of this city was thrown through the glass doors, shattering them. The all infamous Thorn king, was the supervilain terrorising this city for a year or so. At this point he was the ONLY supervilain in this country. Idia didn't really know about how other places have it.
But still, he knew one thing: he had to write it down.
So he took some cover, out of the flight's way, taking out his phone and typing as fast as he could on the notes app. What were these 2 fighting about, he wanted to know. This was an important report of his carrier as a journalist.
Because he was there before Hector!
The thought alone made Idia's mouth to tug at its corners, raising in a proud smirk. He could already imagine his victorious smile he would give when Hector would be told that no, Idia was first! His article came faster! He could contribute with a photo if he wants, but the article is Idia's! Ah, yes, sweet victory!
"You punny little merman!" Thorn king grunted, managing to block an attack from the trident, before shooting lighting towards the superhero, yet they parrayed it, sending the attack straight to Idia.
BOOM!
Feeling no pain or impact, Idia looked up to see black. The black suit was very simple, much like the black heels with silver bottoms, the body adorned with a soft lavender silk. The white hair was shortish, unlike Ocean prince's and the person took a deep breath as they managed to subdue the attack fully. Idia saw the faith purplish glow trailing from their hands as the said person turned towards him. "Are you alright?" They asked, their voice soft and melodious as their face was covered by a black mask dotted with pearls at the corners.
Only now Idia saw the gold shell pendant dangling from their neck.
The ravenette nodded, eyes as big as plates. Was this the sidekick?! Idia's breath was caught up in his throat, feeling heat raise to his cheeks. "You aren't fine... You should get far from here..." The said sidekick instructed. Idia dumbly nodded as they left to deal with even more property damage.
Of, Idia was sure he was going to have an amazing article!
In that evening, the black haired boy rushed towards the newspaper office, with his full article, edited and written in all necessary formats. "I have a report on today's super fight!" He declared, putting the papers down on the chief's desk.
The chief, a woman in her 50s, who still thinks she's around 20, raised her burgundy glasses and looked at Idia with a raised brow, before down at the papers. Idia could hear her humms as she read the article fully, before leaving the paper down. "This is a very good article, Shroud.-" she started and instantly Idia deflated at the tone. It was an all too familiar tone.
"But Hector came a hour earlier with his. Therefore we might put it in the newspapers 2 days from here." She mused. Of course, Idia always got the article a day after the first one. Not a front page, just a small rubric that people pass over it. It was the best that he could get.
As Idia got out of the office, deflated by his defeat, as if it wasn't rubbing salt on the wound, Hector was talking with some other work colleagues about how he got that article itself. "And he told me eveeeery little detail! Such good lad!" The guy puffed his chest. "And?" "And I got his interview, went home and wrote it down. Although his sidekick is a bit of a pain... That mute guy keeps insisting to leave." Hector noted.
At that, Idia perked up. The sidekick was not mute. He talked to him at least. He wanted to correct Hector, but already the latter noticed him staring. "Hey! Shroud! How was your office visit?" "Second page... Again..." The ravenette mused, with a bitter taste of defeat. "Ah, buddy, don't be sad!" the latter smacked Idia's back, which made him almost fall forward, much to the other employees's amusement. "You'll get one day on the front page!" Hector said and Idia left before he could hear the follow up.
"Maybe after I retire." Hector said, clearly loud only for the purpose of Idia also hearing it. He simply slammed the door after himself, the latter puffing as he exited the building.
He needed an article so good that it would outshine any kind of half-assed writing and speech to text Hector would do.
One thing that was to note about the newspaper office he was working at, was that it faced the imposing Draconia palace. It was named after the ones who built it, the Draconia dynasty. And they stood like that. The current king, Henry, was one man Idia found it hard to believe would've gotten to the throne any other way besides the hereditary right.
Then again, news about the royal family were hard to gain. They were the juice of all articles and even the tiniest rumour about it will get on the front cover.
Passing by a poster, Idia looked at the said big crown plastered in the middle. In 3 months, the king will have a royal walk through the city. Idia knew it was some formality, but everyone will have their eyes on that. Everyone expects that.
"In 3 months... I guess everyone is yet to go crazy about this..." Idia yelped at the unknown voice, looking to his side to see a man with brown hair, nicely combed to the side. He wore some glasses, their blue eyes glimmering with some sort of desire. They were dressed quite casually for this wintery day, their coat going down to their knees as they arranged their scarf around. "What do you think?" They turned to face Idia as well.
"Well... Uhh... Maybe with the supervilain going lose around... It's a bad idea?" he mused. "The crown of the country... Oh, who wouldn't want that pricey thing... It would cost a fortune!" "I wouldn't want a tacky crown if I am to say..." The ravenette puffed, which gained a soft giggle out of the other.
"I'm Azul... Azul Ashengrotto..." "Idia... Idia Shroud." "A pleasure meeting you, Idia... Maybe we could hang out another time." The latter mused and before Idia could fully process, he scored a phone number.
Although, when their hands touched, he also got a small electric shock. Azul said that it had to be from the phones, saying that maybe he should change his at one point. Idia bought it, but offered to try and fix it if it was a problem with it.
The rest of his walk home, he was lost in his thoughts. He couldn't believe he got some guy's number. The thought was alien to him. Someone saw him and thought he was nice enough to keep talking with.
Bump!
He ran into someone. "Ack! I'm so soo sor-" Idia apologised, words caught up in his throat as his eyes meet some piercing green ones.
It was a guy, tall, imposing and elegant. He looked at Idia up and down, before his features softened. "My apologies... I didn't look where I was going." he mused, genuinely sorry looking for his actions. "Ah... It's my fault too and I... Yeah... Nevermind..." Idia fumbled around.
What's with him and meeting only pretty guys today?!
"You... Are a reporter?" the latter tilted his head. Idia followed his gaze down to the 'press' badge he had on his messenger bag. "Ah... Just a 2nd hand journalist... Nothing much..." Idia grumbled. "Hmmm... How nice... I like the 2nd page articles." the man mused. Idia perked up at that, before feeling a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Really?" "Last week's palace gargoyle article was my favorite!" The man smiled.
Idia wrote that one! Out of a stressing day, he wrote mindlessly about the palace gargoyles. The chief said they could use it as a filler for last week's article. Idia didn't give it much thought then.
"I... I wrote that." He mused. "Really? Then I must congratulate you! Such thoughtful article!" the man gently shook Idia's wrist. He felt a shock of electricity through it, which the other also felt, both taking their hands apart in a flash. "Ack... Must've gotten electrified by the metal around..." He apologised. "It is no bother... I..." The latter made a pause, before suddenly leaving.
Well... That was some wierd guy.
At home, Idia crashed on his bed. Today was tiring. So he only dialed a number and left it to pick up, on speaker, as he layed on his back in bed, looking at the empty ceiling of his apartment.
"Hello? Idia?" A feminine voice was heard. "Hello, mama!" the latter responded. "Oh! Idia! Honey! How are you doing?" the woman responded with a smile. "Just a tiring day... How are you? And dad? And Ortho?" "Oh, we are good, we are good! Your little brother tho... Started to chew on things... Mainly your papa's pens." Idia couldn't help but hide a giggle. "Ah... His tooth finally fell off?" "Yes. And he was so happy... He wanted to show you so bad." She mused, before some noise was heard on the background.
"Big brother!" a younger voice. Idia couldn't help but creak a smile. "Hey, Ortho... How are you?" "My tooth fell off! Mama said that I'm a big boy now, cuz I didn't cry when it fell!" "Really? You're the biggest of the boys then." the older brother mused, hearing the latter definitely be excited. "well..." Mrs Shroud finally got the phone back. "Your father is still at work... Maybe tomorrow you'll catch him on the phone too. It's pretty late, so maybe you should go to bed, Idia... You have work to do." "I know, I know... Geee, mom..." "Love you, honey." "Bye bye, big brother!" the 2 voices were heard.
"Bye... Love you too..." Idia mumbled, before he closed the call. The resulting silence felt maddening. Only him and himself. No one else.
Groggily raising back up, Idia grumbled as he changed in some pijamas and faced the bathroom mirror.
Slowly, the coal black hair became a firey blue as it was engulfed in the same colored flames. Looking at the clock, Idia exhaled. His pills wore off. Naturally, he didn't say anything about it. He was alone. No one could see it. So he only set himself on the bed, laptop in his lap, working on his college assignments until sleep claimed him.
That week turned out to be, much better than the one bad day Idia started with.
He kept meeting up with Azul. Then with the wierd guy that, apparently, was named Malleus. Both were a nice company and by the end of the week, all 3 finally started to hang out together.
And a week turned into 2, then, by the end of the month, Idia found himself in his apartment, Azul finishing some cooking in the kitchen as he and Malleus were setting up the small table. The food looked rich and smelled amazing, much better than Idia's ramen cups. Still, everyone dug in with a smile and a small talk to boot.
"So... How is your job, Idia? Any new articles?" Azul piped in. "Well... Since our only supervilain is on some sort of hiatus, most trending articles are announcements about the royal stroll..." The ravenette mused, picking a bit at his food before taking a bite out of it. "I do enjoy this peaceful times... Although... The expenses for the stroll are... Quite odd..." Malleus mused. "Hmm? How so?" "Well... Along history... The royal family would have a weekly stroll... Unless times of war... Since King Henry... That tradition was left in the dust..." the tallest of the 3 mused, frowning a bit. "I may be a traditionalist, but I feel like this is a display of wealth, rather than a bonding activity with the people." He puffed.
"I don't know... I don't wanna see some pampered up guy go around in a carriage and wave at people... I could, just as well, play video-games... That would be more productive..." Idia puffed. The talk was left at that, as the food was finished and Malleus offered to wash the dishes. After some back and forth, the 3 ended up all washing the dishes.
Which escalated in a water fight through the apartment.
"ah... I'm beat..." Azul layed on the bed, fluttering his eyes close. "I wish every day would be as carefree as today..." he exhaled, before opening his eyes to see Idia and Malleus by his sides. "Well... I cannot offer such thing... But I can offer this..." Malleus declared, before kissing the back of both boys's palms. "You are such a romantic..." Idia rolled his eyes with a small smile creeping up his lips.
"Well... A romantic needs a lover... And I need lovers for my romantism needs." Malleus trailed. "I... Would lo-" Azul started.
Ring! Ring!
"Ack! Excuse me..." Azul mused, picking up his phone from the desk and answering it. It was short, but the latter had a bad taste in his mouth. "I... Have to go..." "Wait... But what about us?" Idia found the courage to ask. Both looked at the brunette with big eyes. Azul tho, closed shut his, taking a deep breath.
"Leave it... It's... Not worth it... I'm so sorry... Idia... Malleus..." He mused, grabbing his coat in a rush and slamming the door after him.
That night, Idia awkwardly looked as Malleus got his own coat on, a few minutes after Azul left. "I'm... Sorry it turned out like this..." "It is none of our fault... Circumstances make it hard for love to bloom..." Malleus mused, looking down. "But... I want to make it work... You... Azul... You both make me happy... And I want that..." Idia mused, hugging himself. "I wish for this as well..." Malleus mused, gently grabbing the latter's hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.
"But we need to support Azul... He's clearly having a hard time now..."
For a few days, Azul was deadbeat. Malleus also said that he needs to go back to his job, so Idia again was left alone on an evening, in his empty apartment, with only some generic video-game and his assignments to tend to his boredom.
One day tho, Idia was so bored that he decided to even cook. Azul gave him a pretty simple recipe, but for that to be fulfilled, he had to go grocery shopping. His fridge was, again, overtaken by instant ramen cups, over which Idia did get bored of as well.
BOOM!
An explosion, a few streets nearby. Idia could see the smoke cloud raising and civilians running opposite of the direction he intended in going. He gripped tight onto his bag, looking at how the fight was, slowly, going towards his direction. This time, Ocean prince was trying to push away Thorn king from something, probably a thing that the villain wanted.
Idia could just as well hide and start noting on the fight. But was it worth it? Hector will again, by some blatant favorism, get the front page.
Then, he made eye contact with the villain. Thorn king seemed frozen for a second, before he immediately summoned a wall of thorny plants in between him and the hero, followed by another one in between Idia and his only escape out of the street. "You." he pointed at the ravenette, who let go of his bag strap with a yelp and big eyes.
Only now Idia's feet started to move, looking for any possible escape.
Still, he was not athletically fit, as such the supervilain had no trouble in grabbing him by the hand. "Let go of me!" Idia yelled, trying to get himself as further as possible from the other. What's a supervilain going to do? Surely Idia could be used as a bargain chip. He didn't want to be a bargain chip!
"You... Shouldn't be here..." The latter mused, dragging the terrified Idia closer. "Are you hurt?" He asked, examining the latter for any wounds. He didn't touch anything, but hold Idia's hand, eyeing the body and trying to pinpoint if there was any wound.
Idia was confused, but still, he managed to yank his hand away his hand from the villain, stepping back a bit. "Let me go... I'm fine." He pressed on his words.
"You heard him... Let him go!"
THUD!
Idia watched in surprise as the supervilain was punched by something invisible. That invisible thing became back distinguishable in the form of the sidekick, clearly mad and ready to fight. "Your fight is with me..." he demanded, serious.
"Hah... Hahaha..." the villain cracked a laugh. "So... Finally you get out of your shell! I've waited for this day..." The villain crackled, the sky darkening as thunder was heard. Idia saw how the latter made one step back, before gritting his teeth as the latter spread his arms wide with a taunting smirk.
"Show me everything you have, my dear king!"
This seemed to enrage the sidekick as they charged forward. Idia ducked behind some drebries, peeking out to see the fight itself.
The sidekick was summoning weapons made out of ink, trying to fight the latter on the close range. "You are holding back..." The latter noted, which in response got a grunt and a missed punch. "Stop it..." The sidekick demanded, finally managing to kick Thorn king on the ground, the body sliding next to Idia. Seeing the said boy, the supervilain softened his gaze. "Are you alright?" He asked, Idia nodding, eyes following how the sidekick came closer, summoning from ink a trident, pointing the weapon to the villain's throat.
"So you are better than him..." "Shut up... Or this is taking your voice." The sidekick threatened. Then, he looked at Idia. "I'm... Sorry you have to see this... Are you hurt?" Idia shook his head negatively. This seemed to gain a frown from the villain, but he was silenced by the heel pressing on his chest. Still, he lowered the Thorn barriers. "You are... Free to go..." He choked out, Idia looking with big eyes behind the sidekick.
BOOM!
The said sidekick was blasted into a wall, making them to crash on the ground with a groan. Gently touching their head, they looked at their hand stained with blue liquid, before at the culprit.
Ocean prince pointed their trident at Thorn king. "Finally! You'll meet your end!" They declared happily. Thorn king immediately sprung on his feet, stepping forward. "I refuse to bow down to some fraud." He puffed as the hero charged up the trident, ready for a last attack.
Idia didn't even have time for a full yelp that the villain grabbed him along the knocked out sidekick.
BOOM!
The beam shot through, leaving in it's place only ashes. The crowd cheered and the hero was acclaimed for slaying the villain. The news and reporters were rushing in, camera flashes and cheers filling the trashed street.
Thorn king only puffed at the display from the shadows, before lowering back down the sewer cap. Looking down at the 2 people he got with him, Idia seemed shaken up as he was trying to get the sidekick to wake up.
"Is he bre-"
FWOSH!
Thorn king stepped back in surprise at the blue fire that engulfed Idia's hair. The latter let down his hair, covering his whole back as he was crouched down. "Don't even think to try anything funny." The firehead spoke lowly. "He's breathing, just... Knocked out from the wounds." he added. Thorn king hummed as he still got closer, grabbing the latter in his arms, making sure to put the sidekick's head rested on his shoulder. Idia rose up, his hair taking a tint of orange. "What do you think you are doi-" "Everyone thinks both of us are dead... They didn't identify you yet, but it wouldn't be safe for you to stay here." The taller mused, making a following gesture.
Idia found himself in a gigantic room, fit for royalty. The supervilain gently set the sidekick on the bed, summoning a first aid kit. "Let me do it..." Idia insisted. "If you want... I will have to consult with my minions..." the taller mused, before setting the said kit on the nightstand.
"Please let me know where you want me to drop you off later..." He said, before leaving the room with a poof.
Idia looked in disbelief at the spot where once the villain stood. Still, he shook his head and started to treat the said wounds of the sidekick. His firehair fell on the latter when Idia had to lean over, seeing how the sidekick was leaning more towards the warmness of it. Most likely now they were asleep.
Once he was done, Idia closed the box with the first aid, before settling on the bed edge, his hair falling on the latter like a small blanket. The room was warm too, with light coming from the chandelier in the ceiling, it's green flamed candles magically not running up.
"mmmmgh...." Idia halted as he heard the other groan and wake up. They blinked, before their eyes fell on Idia. The blue eyes went big. "Idia?" they whispered, hand raising up, hesitantly. "I-"
"I'm back... So? Have you de-"
FWOSH!
Idia froze in place as the sidekick summoned a spear, pointing to the newcomer with a frown. "You..." He growled as the latter seemed to ignore him, lowering the spear head and trying to reach Idia, still, the spear was put in between the 2. "Don't you even try it." the sidekick spoke, glaring at the latter.
"Ehem... Idia... Did you decide where you want to go?" he asked, which made the sidekick to hesitate and look towards Idia. "What is he saying?" he gestured towards the other. Idia wanted to speak, but he was outdone as the Thorn king dragged his voice.
"I'm leaving an innocent man to go home. I'm not that cruel, you know?" he mused with a puff. The sidekick lowered his weapon, still wary. "Then why me too?" he asked, pointing the spear again towards the latter.
"We were all about to get killed. Your boss almost killed us all... If it wasn't for him..." Idia gestured towards the supervilain, who nodded. The sidekick was silent, before un-summoning his weapon and looking down.
"You should've let me there." "NONSENSE!" Boomed the latter. "You don't understand... That is my purpose! My purpose is to get killed by them!" The sidekick insisted, hands going towards his mask.
Thud
Silence
The mask fell on the floor. Idia and thorn king's breaths hitched. They looked at the blue eyes and sniffling face. Azul holded his face in his hands. "I have to die... And you stole that opportunity..."
"Azul..." The villain mused, dragging both boys in a hug, his robes covering the 2's bodies. Surprisingly, Idia's hair didn't burn, only evaporated Azul's inky tears as it offered warmth in the small hug. "You don't deserve such fate... None of you do... For as long as I have a say in it." he declared.
Idia finally figured it out why it felt so safe. The one holding him was none other than Malleus. Resting his head on his chest, Idia closed his eyes as he coiled hid hands around Azul, the crying male accepting the hug. "Lets stay here for a while..." He mused, which the 2 listened to.
In the morning, Idia woke up in the big bed, Azul in the middle of him and Malleus. The other 2 were still in their hero and villain costumes, but the masks were left on the floor.
"Morning..." Malleus mumbled after Azul woke up as well. It was followed by him kissing both of their hands's backs. Smiling, the latter hummed as Idia exhaled. "Like it or not... We all 3 need to tend to our civilian lives..." He mused. "I... Can't... My boss lives with me... He'll know if I come back..." Azul mused, words hard in his throat.
Malleus hummed. "Then... You can stay in my lair..." He mused. "I-" "Or at my apartment... We can all stay in there..." Idia mused.
The same evening, Idia found himself setting alongside Malleus the small table in his apartment, as Azul set down the food. It was a heavy silence as all 3 simply ate.
Unlike Idia was used to, Malleus still kept his horns and pointy ears, sometimes scales peeking out from under his clothes. Azul still had his hair a pure and fluffy white, as opposed to the more tamed down brown.
"We need to do something about this... They will find out I'm not dead the second they try to name Rielle king..." Azul breathed out. "King of what?" Idia asked. "Ocean..." Malleus cleared out. "I made my research... The trident the hero kept using... Is the aincent trident of the sea... Whoever has it, controls the oceans... An immense power that shall never be abused of." he explained, cutting through his food and eating a piece. Idia's gaze fell on Azul, who mostly played with his food.
"The trident is tied to me... It was... An accident... I was small and I didn't know better... It wasn't supposed to chose anyone then..." Azul mumbled. Idia exhaled. "Sounds to me like bullshit... If this insanely powerful thing has to choose... And it choose you... Why don't the people accept it? What do they wanna? The trident to choose some pre-established monarch? Who chose that one? Some bitchy senate? Bullshit." Idia promptly said. Azul perked at that. "We... Don't have a senate like in here... Only a king or queen and the heir."
"Then... Don't let them do it..." Malleus mused. "You hear yourself?! That is my homeland... I... Am indebted to them for my mistake." "Then don't go back. They continue their monarchy in peace, without a trident to choose someone else... And you stay here and don't mingle in their shit." Idia shrugged.
Malleus hummed. "I do have an idea..." He mused, making the 2 to perk their heads at him. "I planned for so long this... But... I want to reclaim my birth right..." He mused, swirling his finger with a sparkle as an illusion of a miniature crown coming to life. "I want to get this... The Draconia crown... And to get this..." he changed the image to a staff stuck in the stone. "I need to staff of darkness." He puffed. "Wasn't it a legend around it? Whoever gets it... Is going to rule the country?" Azul mused. Malleus nodded, making the illusion to dissappear.
"You... Will avoid death... You will have a groundbreaking article... And I will get what is mine." Malleus mused with a smirk. Looking in between them, before at the latter, both Azul and Idia nodded, a smile creeping in as well. "Well... I guess I got tired of being all humble..." "Hah... Let me tell ya... I'll rub it in Hector's face so hard." Idia mused. Malleus hummed, pleased, as he rose up his glass of juice. "For us!" he declared.
Clink!
"For villainy!"
The 3 cheered as they happily finished their dinner with smiles and laughter. Even cleaning up was all happy. By the end, Idia looked at his pin board, exhaling as he took a paper and wrote the date of the royal walk, before sticking it in the middle.
In 2 months from now... They had time...
The next day, Idia had to turn in some articles, so he had to present at the chief's office.
"Yesterday you didn't come here, Shroud... What happened to your perfect streak?" the chief mused. "my boyfriend was a bit sick yesterday... So I had to take care of him." The latter mused. The woman looked at him from top to bottom, clearly hard to believe that excuse. "Anyway... Thorn King is out of trend... Now we need any scoop on the knighting ceremony." She mused. "Pardon?" "Hector brought in these hot news: The royal walk in 2 months is now also a knighting ceremony for the ocean prince. For his selfless acts of heroism and using his powers for the greater good of our country." she said with so much admiration that it made Idia feel sick in the stomach, putting his hands on the desk, knowing that the chief didn't like him fidgeting with them.
He left the office with a bitter taste in his mouth. And as if that wasn't enough, on his way out he saw none other than Hector and the usual employee group gossiping about something, in front of the door.
"Oh! Shroud! You good? You didn't try again for your front page dream yesterday." he teased with a smug smirk. "I... Figured I'll try another approach..." He mused. "Oh? Are you throwing in the towel? You seem like you had an article rejected there." this gained a middle finger from Idia as he got through the door, slamming the door behind him.
Azul hummed as he was waiting down, at the entry of the building. "So?" "That old grandma didn't figure out anything." the ravenette mused as he showed the folder with papers, similar to the one he usually brought his articles in. The latter smiled as they both went on an alleyway, before Azul poked his fingers, returning to his usual super suit. "I'll take it to Malleus..." he mumbled. "Take care... Alright?" Idia mused, receiving a small peck on the lips from the latter, before he became invisible with the folder too.
In Malleus's lair, a green haired guard came in, perking his attention from the throne. "My liege... Your spouse arrived." He bowed down, Malleus giving him a gesture to raise back up. "Good... Let him in... And tell the others that the lunch break is in 10 minutes." He declared.
Azul entered with the folder in his hands. Handing it to the latter, Malleus kissed the white haired boy's forehead, before opening the folder and looking over the papers.
It was the whole royal program for the special day. It was leaked to journalism agencies for the press to mobilise too.
In the evening, Idia returned to Malleus in his apartment, the latter humming a tune as he finished taking the laundry from the drier and folding it with a spell. "Thanks, Mal!" he smiled, kissing the taller's cheek. "Where's Azul?" "Went to get some groceries... He'll be back around now..." The latter replied.
It went like clockwork from there on. People got more excited about the big day. More posters, more rumors and more cloud around the palace.
And with that, the big day was when Idia woke up extremely early, at Malleus's insistences. "come on, dear..." The latter shook awake the firehead. "Mmm... What time is it?" He grumbled, looking at the clock on his nightstand.
4:30
"Too early..." Idia grumbled. Next to him Azul was sleeping like a log, snoring quietly as he snuggled in the flame hair. Malleus frowned, but Idia exhaled as he did get up, thus waking up Azul as well, when the warmness of the flame hair left from the bed.
It was a silent morning. No one said anything, but it was enough for now. It was the big day and every small talk felt like a burden one couldn't put on the other 2.
Around 7, at the palace, a lot of people were paying either for the tour ticket or waited in the front of it, at the big stage.
"1 ticket, please..." A woman with a high pitch voice said. The cashier looked up and down at the wierd dressing, but didn't question it as she put the money and this entering after the tour guide in the palace.
As the woman passed with the group by a restricted aera door, she stopped for a moment to look at the armours.
"Oh! Wait for me!" She called as she left after the group, Azul exhaling as he became visible alongside Idia and Malleus. Opening the restricted aera door, the 3 entered one by one, Idia closing it after them.
"Well... That was tiring..." The now ex-sidekick mused, looking around the cold and dark hall. Only Idia's fire hair holded for some light as Malleus summoned a map of the castle. "The crown has to be still locked in a tower... But we also need the staff..." Malleus grumbled. "They will open the garden if the staff at around 9, due to the crowd... We have, in theory, 2 hours..." Azul exhaled, arranging his black gloves, before fixing his mask as well. Malleus made the map to dissappear as Idia was the one who stepped forward first.
"HEY! What are you doing in a restricted aer-" a guard yelled, but stopped when they realised that the blue light came from a fire that was on a person's head. They didn't even realise when Azul went behind them and whacked their head with an armour piece. Looking at the other 2, the mer shrugged. "If it works, it works." He mumbled.
"You won't remember anything from 10 minutes ago!" Malleus demanded as he placed a spell on the knocked out guard, before following the 2 up on the stairs.
"How many stairs are there?!" Idia wheezed as he was around the 5th floor of the tower. "Way too many... For heaven's sake I'm not meant for stairs..." Azul also breathed out. "But you usually had stamina to fight with me and run around-" "That's another thing, dear!" Azul holded up his finger, with the other arm resting on his bent knees.
"we still have 3 more floors..." "if I'm gonna live in this place, I'll declare no more than 3 floors!" Idia wheezed. Malleus patted his back. "Unfortunately... It is too narrow for me to carry both of you..." The tallest of the 3 mused.
"but you have fricking magic, Mal! Think! Think!" Idia wheezed. "Oh... Great thinking, dear!" Malleus clapped his hands happily as sparkles erupted like small fireworks, lifting both Idia and Azul in the air and carrying them as Malleus climbed the stairs as fast as he could.
Reaching the doors, it seemed like Azul did gain a bit of his stamina back, him stretching a bit. "Well... It's locked... Idia, darling?" He looked at the firehead, who pocketed himself, getting out a set of needles and fiddling with the lock.
Clank!
Throwing the lock on the ground, the firehead hummed as there were a few more. While at that, Malleus looked over the window, at the crowd that gathered. "I suggest we hurry... The ceremony is about to start." he breathed out. "Almost done!" Idia groaned as he let the last lock to hit the floor, pushing the grand doors open with a creak.
The room of the tower was wide, round, decorated with armours and a medieval chandelier hung from the ceiling.
And in the middle, in a special glass case, encapsulated in a metal piedestal, on a puffy pillow, the crown stood. "There it is..." the 3 halted in their steps, looking at the said crown. Idia dragged his voice. "It won't take much..." He mused, pocketing himself for a a small no-number phone and getting closer towards the said crown.
"WHOSE THERE?!" an old, horse, voice yelled. All 3 halted as an old man, barely holding onto his legs with a crane, yelled, back facing them as he ranted about how he's the keeper of the crown and whatnot.
Idia shrugged as he connected the said panel to the phone and started to work on it. "The blind geezer doesn't even know where we are-"
SMACK!
The firehead groaned as he was hit with the crane in the head. "WHO YOU MAKE A GEEZER! I'M JUST 95!" the man had some impressive lungs for as long as he yelled and hit Idia with a crane. "Ack! A little bit of help here?!" the firehead grumbled.
"I would feel bad hitting an elderly man..." Azul exhaled. "I was taught to respect the elderly..." Malleus exhaled.
"Ah! So you aren't alone, brat!" the old geezer pointed his crane towards the other 2, before charging at them, yet Azul and Malleus scooted to the side, letting the man to exit the room as they closed the door and used a lock to keep it shut.
Vrrrrrr
"the crown!" Azul called as the said piedestal descended down faster. Taking a leap, the white haired boy jumped through the hole, landing on the said metal container itself. "Az-" "I'll get the crown... You 2 go to the garden!" The latter called.
Sneaking out of the castle was easier when everyone was so concentrated on the ceremony that they didn't pay mind to someone teleporting on an alley. Taking a deep breath, Idia opened his phone, looking at the news that showed king Henry with his crown, saluting the crowd. "Where's Azul?!" "Most likely it was too crowded to steal it..." Malleus mused. Idia bit his inside cheek. They were close to the gardens.
And there also waited Ocean prince.
Taking a deep breath, Malleus stepped forward, through the back of the gardens. It was errie and empty, which Idia wanted to bring up. "If you wonder, my minions took care to steer away any garden staff or possible guards. All the people standing outside in uniforms work for me." The said supervilain mused with pride.
The garden itself was a big building with a glass roof, over which plants grew around, framing the light in a fairytale like setting. And in the middle of it all, on an elevated space, bordered by stone stairs, stood a big stone, framing a black staff with a green orb in it.
And by it stood the one and only superhero, waiting to be knighted.
"Now what?" Idia grumbled. "We wait..." Malleus whispered with a proud smirk. "are you insane?! It will take us hours!" "We could take the guy out... But... He's currently having the trident... And I fear it might trigger our dear if it gets used." The latter mused.
Still, the carriage arrived at the garden, 'guards' going in a perfect pace and posture as people flooded their designated areas. Trumpets blew as there was even a grand orga playing through the boxes centered strategically so they would be hid by foliage.
"Here he comes... That petty bastard." Malleus grumbled, watching as the king exited the carriage and was walking towards the staff, where the superhero was waiting. Idia took a deep breath as he went towto find the control panel for the music and lights, hacking into it. Now he had to just wait for the signal.
"People! We have gathered here today... To celebrate a noble soul's victory against the wicked Thorn King! Today is a day of jubilation!" the crowd cheered as the king recigot from a pillow a smaller staff, bedazzled with gems and gold ornaments. "We will celebrate the defeat of this villain... And thus... I shall name you si-"
"My defeat is... A bit over-exagerated..."
Gasps were heard as Idia cut off the sound, fixing a light theatrically on Malleus, who was going up the stairs, leaving thorns to sprout and spread on the places he once walked. "Y-y-" the superhero pointed the trident towards him, but Malleus merely smiled. "What? Trying your childish method again?" He laughed. "It worked once, and it will work again! Step back from the king!" the hero said as he charged up the trident.
Except that the crown was took off the king's head, making the crowd to gasp yet again as they saw Azul materialising, the crown in his hands. "I'm afraid... It is too late..." He mused, holding the said object on his finger, with a smile as he came by Malleus's side. "Your crown dear..." He whispered as Malleus gestured towards the back. "Take it to our beloved..." He whispered back, as Azul nodded.
"You... YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" the hero yelled, their grip on the trident tightening. "Am I? Oh... Then let me dissappear... And take everything back with me." He mused, becoming invisible with the crown too, as the trident disappeared from the hero's hands.
"I will still fight you... No matter what, this country is not yours!" the hero declared, but the said words were nothing but empty promises as Malleus tied with his thorns the 2 and pushed them to the bottom of the stairs. The king was yelling for the guards, but the guards only pointed their spears at them, the crowd kept in place by the same type of staff.
"People! I, Malleus Draconia! Descendant of Queen Maleficia and son of princess Malenoir, hereby demand of my birth-given right-" He boomed, grabbing on the staff with one hand as he pulled it out of the stone, the green orb crackling with energy. "to take on the throne." he finished, leaving a graveyard silence over.
Azul and Idia both came forward, putting the said crown on the latter's head. "That man... Is a fraud... The hero you oh so beloved... Was a liar! Both stole power from the ones who knew less at the time... But I demand that this shall be the end of it! This country will never suffer from a fraud coming to power, ever again!" he boomed, this time the crowd shifting into cheers.
They will have a new king. And Malleus swore that this day could've never been more better.
All week articles spoke about this. National television and even international news spoke only about this. Everyone knew and everyone prepared for the upcoming coronation.
"Oh... Malleus... My boy... Finally on the throne..." Lilia whipped his nose and tears, as Silver and Sebek were helping with the last minute preparations and also giving to the older man some new tissues. "I... Dreamed of this day... But... Never like this..." he smiled weakly as Silver put the black veil over his head. "Your spouses are waiting..." Silver mused with a small smile. "They can wait a few more hours... The throne can't tho!" Sebek boomed.
Malleus exhaled. Yes, it was already perfect.
"Oh, Idia, when you told us that you got us seats at a crowning ceremony, we didn't expect this..." Mr Shroud wiped a bit of sweat off his forehead as Idia awkwardly smiled, his blue flame catching a few tints of pink. "Well... I got on the front cover... So I guess it's a treat..." He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. Ortho was already all in awe, swinging his little feet excitedly. "Big brother is a prince now?!" He asked. "Not really... I'm a sort of royal fiancé..." he mused with a small smile, before getting a small jab from Azul. "Shh... It's starting!" he whispered at the latter.
The ceremony was silent, the priest making the formal speech and all the vows being given. All was at milimetrical perfection as the crown found its place on Malleus's head yet again, in between the horns, as the people cheered.
And after that, there was the return to the palace, where the people were expecting a speech.
"Malleus? Dear... What's wrong?" Azul asked, seeing how the latter was pacing back and forth. "I... Believe my speech is not good enough..." He breathed out. "Eh... I guess people eat it up anyway... If you block or something just yell very excitedly 'king draconia' and they'll cheer like it's some groundbreaking speech." Idia shrugged, which did crack a giggle out of the latter 2. "Idia's... Mostly right, dear... They will eat anything up... You are their new king... Chosen by the right of birth... Your word is law..." He mused as both him and Idia grabbed Malleus's hands, each giving a soft kiss on their backs. "And you already are the king of our hearts... What's a country anymore?" Idia puffed.
"Will you accompany me to the speech?" the 2 nodded, finally locking hands together properly with the tallest of the 3. "You won, Malleus. You defeated a superhero, got the throne, the title, the palace..." "Idia exhaled. "I got my front page... Azul got his freedom... I guess your plan really was that amazing." He smiled. "Indeed... Only a mind of a villain could make such plan." Azul teased with a smile. Malleus puffed. "then... Let's give it up! For us!" He declared.
"For villainy!" All 3 cheered.
#twisted wonderland#azul x idia x malleus#rarepair week 2024#superhero au#Tbh I think it's no surprise that I made ANOTHER superhero Au :'3#I'm not yeeting at u the MLB Aus again this time :'3#One of my proudest works in this week too!#The one I like the most tho is the day 7 :v
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The Curse of Poseidon - Paris x Helen Merman AU
Troy (2004) Oneshot
Requested by @blackheart-beauty
Word Count 2 K
Warnings: Implied smut. Merman AU. Movie canon divergences, Paris travelled to Sparta without Hector ( like it happened in the og story). Agamemnon and Menelaus seek to exploit the protectiveness Priam shows towards Paris for their own benefict. Greek mythology adapted narratively as source to build the merpeople lore. Inversion of the mythical Paris vs Menelaus dynamic where the king becomes the transgresor of xenia by purposely damaging his guest.
Summary: King Menelaus wants to make peace with Troy, but his brother has other plans and under the pretext of a diplomatic visit Prince Paris gets kidnapped as a very misguided attempt to get Troy under control. However, the plan of the Atreides finds a very unexpected flaw in the most guarded family secret of the line of Laomedon and its up to Queen Helen to discover it.
Note: Sorry this is coming hiper late, it took me a while untill going back to it. Thank you for your super patience and hope this has turned out as you wanted it :)
After decades of failed incursions and pointless hostility, the Atreides’ opinion on what to do with Troy was divided. The eldest wanted to insist on a military conquest of the enemy territory to the last greek breath, while the youngest was growing sick of the situation and desired to make peace. King Nestor of Pylos, the arbitrator between both, managed to conciliate their viewpoints proposing them to ideate a strategy that could possibly mix threatening force and diplomacy.
Unfortunately, the brothers came up with the most terrible combination. Simulating the proximity of surrender, the spartan king convocated a representative of the asian royal house to discuss the terms perfectly aware that Prince Paris would be the chosen one. Greeks weren’t the only rivals of Priam and it was well known that his heir was dedicating his life to keep their borders safe, leaving the younger brother as the only possible candidate and perfect target. The rumors that lingered on greek shores proclaimed him the useless member of the royal family, a naive hedonist living for fun under the protection of his father’s power. Still, it was easy to infer that such incommensurable spoiling had to come from the deep appreciation Priam had for him. Perhaps not the favorite of the kingdom, but tenderly beloved by his father, Paris was pivotal to break the will of the trojan leaders starting with an emotional manipulation of the king.
The prince fell like a fish in the net, a false pirate attack by disguised mycenaean soldiers ordered by Agamemnon took him away from the defense of his companions and when the few survivors arrived in Sparta with him they were all taken prisoners. While Paris remained in full custody of the king, some of the others were sent back to communicate the news to Priam. His son was a hostage in the spartan palace and the demanded price for his freedom was his scepter and the sword of the brother. Paris would be restored once trojans would submit to the mycenaeans and accept Agamemnon’s command of fighting for him whenever called.
It was the perfect plan in the mindset of two brothers capable of doing anything for each other. Testing the love of the family promised to be more effective than keeping measuring the strength of their army and stumbling upon the unassailable walls of Troy. However, when the news began to spread all over the country other greek voices manifested concern. Tireless guardian of greek domestic diplomacy, Odysseus called the insane scheme a misguided attempt led by prideful desperation. Although trojans tended to prefer peaceful routes for conflict solving, their army wasn’t remarkable in vain. Thinking of an easy way to achieve their ambitions, the Atreides risked the possibility of bringing the powerful trojan fleet to their domains and into the heart of Greece. Winning over the prisoner prince hoping he would contribute to the containment of the situation was the only shot to prevent the inevitable backlash.
Fortunately, the king was heard and some of his recommendations were followed. Paris was receiving treatment of guest within the limits established by his captivity. He was also allowed to enjoy the company of Queen Helen, a kind figure meant to evoke positive feelings in him and possibly facilitate his cooperation. That was perhaps the instruction Menelaus showed himself more reluctant of, but the ithacan instructed her directly to secretly disobey her husband if it was necessary. To the king he only revealed surface lies, leaving her in true command of her part. He told her to seek a true connection with him deep beyond the basic kindness barrier, to be his only friend during the times of hardship creating in him a sense of loyalty to her that could protect all greeks if war would reach their shores.
No one could have possibly prepared her for what she would discover in him. More than a friend, or a mere confidant; her moments to be with Paris became the highlight of her days. She could tell it was the same for him, his face transformed around her and the sorrows would disappear to manifest a pure enlightenment. They were falling in love, finding mutual shelter in an imprisonment that felt shared. Ever since she married the spartan king no one had possibly understood her as well as him, the prince was a partner to share her life with during her formally acceptable captivity.
The first time he stole a sweet untimely kiss from her was more worth living than full years alongside her husband, it went far over from just making things bearable. He felt it too and seeing his growing feelings required inspired him to indulge her with a dangerous confession even more reckless than his love.
“ Helen, I love you, but there is something you have to know about me before deciding if you can truly bless me with your affection.” He sentenced, self restraining his passion. “ A dark secret seals my fate and it shouldn’t have surprised me that disgrace has followed me crossing the sea. Only Aphrodite has been merciful when she put you in the way of my suffering.”
The queen smiled and caressed his face.
“ My fate is sealed and forever tangled with yours, my love. Whatever this means, I will gladly share it with you and keep it well hidden.”
He gave her a half smile, keeping himself hopeful before announcing a cryptic message within a subtle instruction.
“ I have been cursed from birth, ... only the touch of the sea reveals it. “
He didn’t have to explain further for Helen to put hands at work, since she quickly came up with an idea to satisfy her lover’s request of testing the supposed curse. She told her husband that Paris commented with sadness about his impossibility to bathe in the sea, traditional custom of the trojans, and the response of Menelaus was making servants carry marine water from the nearest shore available into the palace as an ironic mock for him. Under his expressed command they filled a pool with the salt water in a painfully laborious task designed essentially as a power imbalance based prank to emphasize the duality of Paris’ condition as a restrained guest.
When the slaves finished the work, Helen was left to play a parody of a traditional hostess meant to watch over the bath. It was exactly what she wanted and she obtained it easily because she knew her husband better than what he could ever imagine she did.
Paris contemplated the water with unusual nervousy, which she found quite adorable on his part. The fright in his face satisfied Menelaus enough to leave them alone, but he could have never possibly known that it wasn’t inspired by him. Fear of rejection, sorrow to the idea of losing the only comfort fate had left for him while also knowing that he owed his beloved complete honesty on the important matter. It was part of who he was, dreaded perhaps, but it had to be revealed.
She offered him help to remove his clothes, but he declined and quickly did it on his own as she sat at the edge of the pool. Immediately afterwards he smirked at her from afar and dove. Her eyes went wide and not only for observing the incredible beauty of the sweet trojan prisoner, but due to the exposing action of the water in him. Paris swam towards her, but only the upper side of his body remained as the man she knew. The rest of him was completely transformed, with bright blue scales instead of skin and a fishtail replacing his legs. Seeing that her shock didn’t look like disgust encouraged him and he positioned himself right in front of her, observing her expression with equal curiosity.
“ This is who I become when my skin feels the contact with the domain of Poseidon. The sea awakens it. I managed to reach your shores as a man only because I was struggling to keep myself dry from the water surrounding me.” He began to explain to her. “ It’s a bloodline curse, everyone in my family has suffered from it since the times of the foundation of Troy. “
“ It’s nothing to be ashamed of, it's said that Menelaus’ family was also cursed by the unspeakable crimes of his ancestors. “ She attempted to comfort him, still in awe. “ Tantalus killed his son and fed the gods with his flesh to test their omniscience. I doubt that whatever yours did could be worse than that.”
He chuckled and leaned his elbows against the marble at the edge of the pool, right next to her sitting spot.
“ He refused to pay for the construction of our walls. I guess you must have heard my city is a famous fortress, but nobody told you how the fortification was built.” He continued, adopting the demeanor of a tale narrator. “ Legend claims Zeus sentenced Apollo and Poseidon to serve the trojan crown as punishment for conspiring against him. They were slaves of the king for seven years and in that lapsus they built the walls, but when the time was over they reclaimed payment for that particular work. The king refused and the god of the sea took his revenge cursing his entire bloodline. An eye for an eye: since he served as slave of the trojan royals they would become his slaves. That’s why we all become merpeople when his water gets to touch us. Despite he commands all sources of water, we remain slaves only of the sea."
" It's beautifull … for a curse. " She purred with admiration. " Tantalus' curse turns his descendants into murderers of their children, what you have in comparison is a beautifull miracle. "
The illusion in his eyes was making her heart melt.
" Do you really think that?"
She began to play with the wet strands of his hair.
" I do. You are even more beautifull to me ríght now than what you were when you arrived to my palace. "
His lips parted in adoration while listening to her.
" … A handsome merman prince, the love of my life. "
Paris felt an insane amount of gratitude that he couldn't even put into clear words. No one had ever made him feel so happy about the curse conditionating his lifetime, so bright and loved that he felt his heart about to explode inside his chest.
The most beautifull woman in the world, flawless judge for his monstruousity, dictaminated him worthy of her love. His silence began to worry her, but it didn't last for long.
The prince began to roam her exposed leg with his lips, tracing a path of kisses while the tips of her toes were still touching the water. The imaginary road had only one possible clear destiny and she closed her eyes for a brief instant when she felt him reaching her thight.
It made him stop, and the sudden interrumption got her eyes back on him to discover an inquisitive stare.
" Don't you want to look at me?" He asked her with naive sounding sweetness. " You made me feel blessed and now i just want to make you feel good. "
She giggled in approbation and his inmediate response was burying his head searching for the sweet spot between her legs.
It made her feel like a virgin, exposed and vulnerable to the fact that no one had ever pleased her like that. All his lovefull devotion was being expressed in such intense act and she couldn't even gift him a full loud moan on fear of being discovered.
Her legs were shaking, feet touching the water causing a bit of splashing following his rhytm and with that he was perfectly satisfied.
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life had not been the kindest to him lately, or rather - it never had been, but at some point after a many years of wondering, viktor had accepted his fate on the side of the unlucky. blessed, born with a silverspoon in his mouth & yet, unlucky. bound in place by the shackles of worthlessness in the eyes of the many & trapped in the cage of being an omega. there was no escaping that trap, there was no fixing the issue, no solving the problem. his life was not his, not really.
not until everything he knew ... was no more.
but was it his life even then? lured in by hope to find what he'd been looking for all his life, charmed by the brightest smile & undying loyalty & admiration for a man who.. was so much more than that. viktor wouldn't claim he was a god - oh no, he'd not lower himself to that level of blasphemy, but ... was he worthy of the gods? surely, not even they could deny the likeness.
when their home fell apart, viktor thought that maybe he was finally free of the shackles of bad luck & that maybe he could finally ... be seen by the man he'd lay down his life for in a mere beat of his longing heart. but he was never meant to find out. after fleeing the downfall of atlantis, he .. lost him again only shortly after seemingly finding safety within the walls of willowshire.
& viktor was once again alone, though not quite. left behind with the son of a man who should've been his, but .. wasn't & likely never would be. was he dead? what other reason could there be for hector to leave his child behind? the one person on this world he loved - potentially more than his own life. there.. was none.
two years .. taking care of a lost boy who didn't deserve to feel viktor's darkest thoughts. it wasn't the boy's fault. he .. loved him like his own, even though the memory of the boy's true heritage would forever haunt him. he swore to protect him with his life & he did. up until the day that ... their life once again was turned upside down & they left for the market only to wake up... somewhere else entirely.
fast forward a few weeks.
[txt: hector] hey uh, think you can stop by the search party hq during break? it's urgent.
a group of riders had found the two & it was upon elias to fill in the blanks, but that posed a problem when neither seemed to understand him. the only person in town he knew spoke ancient languages was a certain merman elias had ...spent quite some hours with. all three of them were sat, both travelers in curious attire, some pieces almost torn to shreds, their faces dirty & hands bloody. meanwhile elias was dressed in his usual dark slacks & white button up combo, which ...hector knew all too well.
"he'll be here soon, i promise. i know you don't understand. uhhh..." hands up, palms flat & motioning like for a puppy to sit. "just wait."
when the door opened to present a man both travelers thought lost... it was safe to say surprise.. was a common companion.
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Location: Pantheon Bar
Closed Starter For: @atlantianfell
After finishing a long day at work, all Skylar wanted to do was relax and grab a drink or two at the bar. He was absolutely exhausted, having had the misfortune of accepting an odd job from a new employer on another part of town. Whilst most alphas tend to offer him administrative tasks where he could sit still and look pretty. However, that certainly wasn’t the case this time around. Nevertheless, he needed the money — and the pay was nice. With his pockets full of cash, the next month’s rent was taken care of and he didn’t need to worry about bills for a while. Now, he could focus on more important matters. Such as establishing a stronger link to the celestial realm and summoning his next angel.
Upon downing his first drink, he noticed a familiar face sitting on a nearby booth. He recognized the other blonde as Hector, the merman who fought alongside him against the cultists in the theatre. They made a pretty good team together, Skylar wasn’t afraid to admit that. Getting up from his seat, he then approached with a coy smile. “Fix your aim yet, sweetheart?” he asked, grinning cheekily. Skylar always enjoyed taunting alphas. Something about shooting their inflated egos down was incredibly gratifying. “I do hope it’s improved by the next fight at the very least.”
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@foxcared is going to drown.
"Well, sailor?" The merman said at the edge of large rainwater pool at Hector's humble ancient above--an impluvium system that he he had learned from Rome, then greatly scaled up for more depth. He did not need to... 'drink' water exactly in the way terrestrials understand it, he lives very well within in. The pool passively and effectively collected cold rainfall in rainy Connecticut, tilting and dripping it down into this large pool at the center of his courtyard. Salinity was adjusted at however much he could afford or was feeling luxurious that month, but rainwater cannot hurt, it only feels inferior to saltwater. For now, arms crossed on the stone edge, hair heavy and slicked back, piercing dark blue eyes staring up at this rehabilitated puppy who's afraid of a little water. As he should. It is a dangerous place. But today, he must learn to, in the very least, survive on his own by swimming... let alone deal with its cold residents who lurk in the dark. That is an entirely different battle. Puppy eyes of hesitation and fear humor him, but do not dissuade him. Fear is fragility, hesitation is weakness. Incompetence was death. The wild fox must learn to adapt to this modern world. There is no alternative. Hector... was not feral (much to the contrary) but he understood being out of place, and out of time. He conquered it. He continues to learn and adapt. You will too, then, sailor. "You may not stand there for all eternity, waiting for this well to evaporate and run dry. Enter. I will support you. Sit on the edge, place your feet within, then slide forward. The water does not bite. I do. However, that is not the objective for your first lesson."
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I had been meaning to draw some updated portraits of my twst fcs so I went ahead and drew portraits and wrote short bios for all of the ones I have so far
this is part one, mi main fcs, the octacrew
[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]
bio transcripts and links to full bios under the cut
Blake Margolis
Octavinelle Dorm
School Year: Third
Birthday: July 9
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Age: 18
Height: 183cm
Dominant Hand: Right
Club: Film Studies Club
Best Subject: Magic Pharmacology
Hobbies: Trying on clothes
Pet Peeves: Being looked down upon
Favorite Food: Apples
Least Favorite Food: Pottage
Talents: Giving pep-talks
"If you have something to say, I might be saying something as well."
Hedonistic and vain. He has an appreciation for the finer things in life but not necessarily the taste for them, caring more about appearances than actual quality. He's probably maintaining the local designer knock offs market all by himself.
He is cunning and persuasive, getting along well with his younger/weaker/less talented classmates, whom he sweet talks into doing his bidding. He's greedy but not selfish, and is willing, even happy, to share his exploits with those he finds worthy of his grace.
He is loudly friendly and over familiar to people he finds interesting. Loves gossip and meddling in people’s businesses, both for fun and for the chance of finding out things that can be used as leverage.
He brings along his familiar, a capuchin monkey named Jacob who is a cute little pillager of pockets and general bringer of mayhem.
Inspired on Hector Barbossa (Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl)
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Morgan Heerser
Octavinelle Dorm
School Year: Third
Birthday: February 28
Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Age: 18
Height: 168cm
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous
Club: Board game club
Best Subject: Magic History
Hobbies: Gambling
Pet Peeves: Liars
Favorite Food: Shrimp, pastries
Least Favorite Food: Stale bread
Talents: Playing the piano
"Are you prepared for what's next?”
He’s gloomy, distant, and temperamental and is perfectly willing to demonstrate it. He has little patience for incompetence and becomes angry easily when people get on his nerves. He values loyalty and a strong will.
Though he was knowledgeable about it, he had no actual experience with life on land before coming to the NRC, and his human body can be a bit frail. His true merman form however is massive and incredibly strong.
Despite being a reclusive loner, he’s also a hopeless romantic. He’s an avid reader of poetry and lover of music. Though he would never admit it, he yearns to one day find a love as strong and vast as the sea itself.
Inspired on Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)
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Jacob Quinn
Octavinelle Dorm
School Year: Third
Birthday: November 18
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Age: 18
Height: 175cm
Dominant Hand: Right
Club: Science ClubBest Subject: Ancient curses
Hobbies: Miniatures
Pet Peeves: Frogs
Favorite Food: Jambalaya
Least Favorite Food: Bland foods
Talents: Pyrotechnics
"If I don't thrash a man every now and then, they forget who I am."
A straight up thug. As charismatic as he is vicious, he has an affinity for turmoil and often starts and instigates fights with and among other students just for the fun of it.
He has an exuberant manner and a penchant for theatrics, which give him an enchanting aura despite his dry wit and general bad attitude.
He has a younger sister that he loves very, very much. She's the light of his life and the one person he genuinely cares for. He enrolled at NRC on her request, as she hoped it would help him straighten up.
Inspired on Blackbeard (Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides)
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#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#blake margolis#morgan heerser#jacob quinn#twisted wonderland#artsyness
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8C gif meme for Nix, lemme recruit this man into the navy 💀💀💀
I hate that this is the one you chose too xD
Nix hung on to the fire captain as the water splashed around him. He didn't know that his teasing would lead to this but who was he to complain. After overhearing stories of "mermen ambushes" to unexpecting sailors, Nix made it know that if that was an ambush, he would have proudly become a sailor to get that reaction. Turns on, Hector was showing him that he didn't need to go through a career to be fucked by a merman. "Fuck yes. never knew fucking in water could be this hot."
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Doyle can be fisherman that caught mermaid reader and put her in giant pool / tank
I think Doyle would be a half guppy merman. Who is infatuated with a bettafish mermaid.
He would is a fisherman still that captures mermaids/ mermen for money. But he fell in love with you because you didn’t struggle against him. You seemed to accept your fate and you didn’t really have much of a will to fight back. It made Hector curious on why you seemed so sad… he convinced himself it was because he didn’t want to sell an unhealthy mermaid off.
He and you bond over the course of a few months. He even shared with you that he’s half merman/ half human and he reveals his merman form to you. His fins are a beautiful shade of red and silver. The two of you swim together and preen each other’s scales. You teach him how to be a merman and he starts to love his half blood. He feels like he belongs for the first time in his life
When it’s time to sell you off, he can’t bring himself to do it. He fell in love with you, so instead he tells the buyers that your not the cream of the crop and your fins are super damaged.
Hector keeps you in your tank in his home, he will never let you go.
And now I want you to think of the bubble guppy theme song because it’s stuck in me head
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Sea-Monk
The alleged sea monk was captured at sea between Denmark's Zealand and Sweden, in the strait Øresund, probably in 1546. Christian III of Denmark sent an illustration of it to Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor. The creature is recorded in Vedel's Den danske Krønicke (1575) as measuring 4 ells long. It was either caught in a herring net, or stranded, depending on the source.
16th century natural history Steenstrup's comparison of a squid with sea monks from the sixteenth century:
The capture of the sea-monk is dated to either 1546 or 1549 in 16th century literature, or to both dates, in the case of Lycosthenes (1557), who states both captures occurred near Copenhagen, Denmark. There is also a German woodcut by Stefan Hamer possibly dating to 1546, illustrating the sea-monk caught in Copenhagen in 1546.
The sea monk was listed in several illustrated natural history books published in the mid-16th century, such as Pierre Belon (1553), Guillaume Rondelet (1554), and Conrad Gesner (1558). It was described as a "fish" that looked superficially like a monk.
Belon (1553) gave a briefer notice on piscis monachus (monk-fish) in his Latin volume, a more expanded account appearing later in his French version of 1555.
Rondelet (1554) called it "the fish with the habit of a monk (piscis monachi habitu), and classed it as a merman (homo maris). But he did not think the pictorial representations he obtained could be taken at face value, and suspected they were embellished "by the painter to make the thing seem more marvelous". What prompted his suspicions of artistic license seems to be his discovery of other portrayals of the monkfish, quite different from his own, obtained by his rival and friend Gesner and others in Rome.
Rondelet stated that a drawing of it from life (or corpse) was made by an artist in the presence of a certain gentleman, who gave a copy to Charles V, and another copy to Marguerite, Queen of Navarre, the latter of which was provided to Rondelet. The picture being the gift of Marguerite, a great patron of the sciences, meant it was not something to be readily dismissed, but rather authenticated, by Marguerite, treated as an authority on par with Pliny.
Rondelet's information was imperfect in other ways: he stated the creature had been taken in "Norway at Diezum near the town called Denelopoch", but this was a garbling of Die Sund ("the Sound" of Øresund) off of Ellenbogen (Malmö, Sweden). The information was conveyed through some intermediary German source.
Belon (1555) in his French edition about the monk-fish also classed the monk-fish as a merman (French: homme marin), and garnished his commentary with mention of merfolk from ancient writings, specifically sirens, tritons, naiads, and nereids. Belon, according to Steenstrup's assessment, had faith in the existence of this sea monk without ever having seen one. Belon attributed these curiosities to "playfulness of Nature".
The fourth volume of Conrad Gesner's famous Historia Animalium described it, and although much of Gesner's piece was derivative or even copied wholesale from his predecessors, Belon and Rondelet, he appended a collolarium section containing his own findings and observations. As to the creature that measured 4 cubits, Gesner added that it had a black face like an Ethiopian, according to a German rhyme. Gesner here quoted Albertus Magnus's account of the monachus maris. He also mentioned a similar monster found in the Firth of Forth, citing Scottish historian Hector Boethius (Hector Boece). Gesner had two other sources to draw from, namely Georg Fabricius and Hector Mythobius.
The aforementioned Lycosthenes in Prodigiorum ac Ostentorum Chronicon Of Portents and Shown Times described the 1546 sea monk as having a black head, and gave an illustration of it as such.
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Eyes thin, narrowing upon the merman who nests above him. His stature seemingly enlarged by his overlooking position. Onyx could read the hunger in his eyes. He'd assume the other's conquest had him eager to plunge into him. Rightfully so. The larger omega emanates sex- it was a part of their nature. His intoxicating scent was so potent with the potency to be bred that he often fought with himself to keep distance. Yet here he was. Bare, spread, and exposed to the other like a ripe berry needing to be plucked. His chest heaved as the sand drifts under his weight. It holds him in the spot for Hector to have his way. Onyx doesn't fight it. He gives himself to impulse, needing to give to release. But the Alpha wouldn't have just some lazy lay. The omega was going to put in work.
One leg drifts from the shoulder to hook around Hector's hip. A gentle tug further draws him closer - his thrusts deeper. The sound of his wet balls slapping against his clenching, taut ass offers a nice bouncy recoil against Hector's strong thighs. He did resist the kiss, not really wanting to give the other too much of himself - especially with how fleeting his interests could go. It wasn't long before he gave him that, as well. His belly glittered with the sticky-sweet gems of his pre-cum that escaped from excitement. And to be upon the beach, getting fucked in this manner, drove him a little mad with arousal. He bucks, arching his back as he opens further, letting Hector grow a little more deliberate in bewildered thrusts. He met him half-way, wanting as much of him as physically possible.
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[ OVERSTIMULATED ]: sender repeatedly making receiver orgasm. oops 🤭
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fuck, fuck, fucking.... fuck.
ryan was - quite literally fucked, but on so many different levels he couldn't even begin to unravel them all, least of all right now. how... how many times was this? fuck, he couldn't even .. he couldn't remember. he was ... so far from his comfort zone it wasn't even funny - not that it ever had been. he was .. stuck & with no way to go but through it seemed. fingers had a death grip on the sheets, claws out to play scratching post with the mattress underneath him, but ryan ... didn't care. it wasn't his mattress anyway.
he didn't even remember the first time. felt like fucking forever ago. he was just holding onto life at this point, hoarse & exhausted, his body.. long-since done singing songs of praise & satisfaction, was screaming for mercy only to find it denied - time & time again. thrust after thrust, hot, panting breaths against his cheek, which really wasn't helping - the fire captain's body easily smothering his & pinning him to the bed. quite frankly, he ...was fucked. in all the ways. the good, the bad & the evil.
he remembered the second. hector .... & ryan didn't know who the culprit was, but if he ever met them, he'd cut a goddamn bitch.. seriously. someone taught the old, narrow-minded alpha a new trick & honestly? that was part reason for his demise. someone taught him that slick could be intoxicating. to an alpha anyway. right? ryan didn't think he could physically enjoy it as much as hector did - although, the reason for that may be a very personal one. regardless of that, the old merman had been so greedy for ryan's honey he'd ...refused to stop until ryan was ... unfortunately... far too desperate to put up any fight whatsoever.
fuck, he didn't even know he could get it up that often anymore. it wasn't like he'd tried, really. good to know, though? not that he planned to do this again, ever. third time might be the charm, though? cause ryan wasn't sure he'd even still be alive after this one. with his face buried in the sheets - not only to hide the soft cries & truly... truly exhausted moans, but also the fact he ..had lost control over the majority of his body, including his face. who the fuck was making those noises and could ryan evict him from his goddamn mind?
cheeks damp with tears from silent sobs that had made his chest heave, ryan held onto that thin thread that a very delusional pleasure-fogged brain sent his way, as to why he thought he might get out of this with his pride intact. despite practically crying in response to getting his brains fucked out. not that that wasn't exactly the reason he came here in the first place. it was.
words ... came & went, but none made it past tight lips, too focused on spilling moans secrets to hector the world & handing out free whimpers like he was goddamn charity. harder, faster, quicker hector was working hard & while ryan feebly attempted to crawl away from the intensity of the merman's goddamn fucking hips, ryan found he was .. stuck. one arm had wrapped around his hip, calloused fingers holding onto his sinfully thin waist easily & actually helped the alpha pull him back in closer. fucking... alphas. fucking entitled fucks.
with the only sounds in the room ... all working against him & hector ...unfortunately having found that bundle of nerves mother nature had blessed him with, ryan ... was struggling to hold on. legs quivered & his body went tense beyond compare when relief finally washed over him. or did it? could this even be called relief anymore? it felt like goddamn fucking torture. this had been what? the ...third? fourth? gods, he was tired. he had nothing left to give, he was empty, running on fumes & ready to hibernate for a month.
fingers went lax when his body did after seemingly going for a record in most twitches per second & the sound that escaped him afterwards was ... pathetic. like an animal in pain, though the way his body managed a purr regardless of the onslaught of sensations.... unbelievable. at least he could go die now. he .. had no idea how he was going to get home, but he was smart, he'd find a way.
"good kitten. breathe, we're not done yet." was he ...petting his hair? the fucking audacity.
fuck you, too.
wait. what? how... what? no. no fucking way.
#atlantianfell#ryan x hector#answered ask.#ok but like fun fact ... while i wrote this spotify decided to play hallelujah lmao#i was like: ok yep yeah... i get u spotify#i reckon this is like not their first time lmao
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