#no I can't shorten the story I don't have that kind of control it is an epic saga and the world's longest Slow Burn and that is that
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hi i love ur subby jk works so much :3 do you think you could write a roommates au with sub jk? i would love if he is needy and trying to hide how much oc effects him. maybe he could secretly touch himself when they are watching a movie and trying not to make noise. whatever you want to write with subby kook would be amazing honestly. sorry if this is too much :(
Of course, I can! This is a great idea, a filthy one I would even say 👀 Nothing's too much when it comes to our dearly baby boy 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for reading my stories lovely!! 💜 xox
Movie Night
You procure Jungkook a lot of pleasure without even knowing it. He tries to be subtle about it, hold in his desires, but one night he just can't help it.
pairing: sub!jungkook x dom/fem!reader
genre: roommates au, smut
word count: 1.5k
warnings: reader acts disgusted but don't worry she's very blessed by jk's cock, jk's a pervert sorry not sorry, humiliation, masturbation (m), exhibitionism.
a.n.: it's really a focus on jk, but i love subby jk playing with himself too much. it's so short, but i have to shorten the requests if i want them done - it's still good anyway 🙄
At the beginning, Jungkook was living alone. The other room in his apartment was for rent, but nobody seemed to want to live there. He wasn't expecting to have a roommate anytime soon, until you.
He didn't think so much about who would be his roommate, whether it'd be a guy or a girl. He's shy around women his age, but that isn't an obstacle at being friends with them, except for you. He sometimes wonders if he's wrong for having the fattest crush on you, his girl roommate. Kinda cliché, but can he really control his feelings when everything you do is affecting him?
It's not like you were walking around in nothing but your panties and a t-shirt. Not like you were moaning at one in the morning, touching yourself, acting like Jungkook couldn't hear a thing. He could very much, and his cock too. You know that he knows, he's sure of it.
How you send him a glare the next day when you quit your room to go to the kitchen, how you don't bother to hide your sex toy in a drawer, leaving it on your bed with your door wide open. You're smart, there's no way this isn't intentional.
Though, Jungkook is way more secretive than you when it comes to masturbation. Maybe because you probably don't think of him when you do as he imagines you when he does. Or because he would be so ashamed if you happened to hear a suspect sound coming from his room, resembling too much of a moan.
Everything he does, he keeps a secret. He tries to, at least. One time, he stole one of your panties. It wasn't really smart of him because you would eventually find out that one of your underwear is missing, and it's exactly what happened. You asked him if he saw them, he said no, then you described them to him - black lace panties with red roses on them.
They were literally under his pillow right now, for him to stroke his cock with. His face turned red, and he swore you understood why. Nonetheless, you went on with your day, telling him you would see them again. And you did because Jungkook did a quick laundry, cleaned them and placed them neatly in your underwear's drawer.
Since the panties incident, he told himself he would stop - or at least be more careful. He did not.
He was craving intimacy so bad one night. His boner was so painful, his cock had never been this hard before. He wanted you, he needed you, but he couldn't have you. What would he have said anyway? 'Please, jerk me off'? Or 'I beg you to fuck me, I can't stop thinking about you'?
Imaginary scenes weren't enough anymore, so he proceeded to open Instagram and search for your profile. He knows you are the kind to post bikini pics. He chose his favourite where you were laying down beside the edge of a pool, all wet from the water in a hot pink bathing suit. Your boobs were barely covered by small triangles, your bikini bottom held by little bows on each side of your hips.
He jerked himself to you, his hand going up and down so fast on his dick, the skin of his palm slapping against his pelvis. In the heat of the moment, he accidentally liked your Instagram post. What a shame.
He unliked it, but you received the notification anyway. You probably thought he was a pervert, your roommate ogling at your bikini pics like you were a piece of meat. This isn't far from the truth, but Jungkook isn't like that.
You said nothing about it and didn't change your attitude toward him. Maybe you never knew or you just didn't address it. Either way, he's thankful because he wouldn't have handled the awkwardness of the situation.
Now, he isn't really focusing on the movie that you are watching together. On the other hand, you seem to be deep into it, eyes stuck to the TV screen.
Remember when he said he would be more careful? Well, it looks like he totally lied. The thing is that you have a grip on him, somehow. Jungkook isn't the most experimented in sex, but still, he isn't a deprived virgin. Normally, he isn't, because the bulge in his sweatpants totally betrays him right now.
Your flimsy tank-top - the straps doing a bad job at staying on your shoulders - is distracting him from whatever's going on in the movie. Your sleep shorts are showing off your meaty thighs, your skin looks so soft and Jungkook wants to bite into it. Just a little taste so he can sleep with his mind free of any thoughts tonight.
He knows he shouldn't, but his cock is so painful right now. It's engorged with blood and there's only one solution to his problem... So he slowly sneaks a hand in his sweatpants, going under the band of his underwear. He'll just palm it, nothing else, he swears. He just needs some friction against his dick, there's nothing wrong with that.
His fingers wrap around his hardness, stroking it gently, feeling the beads of pre-cum falling from his tip. It stains his briefs, a small wet spot appearing on the material. He doesn't care, too obsessed with the way your tongue comes to lick your lips and how your tits stand out with your arms crossed over your chest.
His face heats up and his cheeks become all red, his breath accelerating as well. His palm grips his cock tightly, squeezing it softly as if it was your pussy contracting around him. He exhales shakily, biting down on his small pink lip to refrain himself from moaning out.
It would be incredible to have you sit on him, see his dick disappear into your tight cunt, filling you up real good the way you deserve it. "Shit..." He curses under his breath and you luckily don't hear him, the sound of the TV too loud to catch his quiet whines.
His hand shifts up and down in his boxers, and if you would just turn your head around toward him, you would discover the little secret he's trying to hide from you. He's not very subtle, even though he thinks he is.
His cock is throbbing at all the dirty thoughts he has about you, it's really hard for him to not get rid of his pants right now and fucks his fist in front of you. He likes to believe you would watch him masturbate, dripping wet from the sight of him jerking off. Maybe you would even help him, it would be ten times better.
He smears his pre-cum all over his mushroom head and his hand slides so smoothly on his cock. You make him so needy it's practically impossible to believe you have this effect on him, but seeing him pumping his penis beside you in secret totally proves it.
He twists his wrist as he focuses on stroking his tip that is out of his underwear, the other half of his cock trapped in his sweatpants. He hisses slightly from the sensitivity of it, all red and sticky from his arousal. He feels the knot in his tummy tightening and he scrunches his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open.
His abs flex under his black t-shirt and he thinks it's the moment where he'll cum all over himself right beside you, oblivious to him playing with his cock until orgasm. Is it really, though?
He fucks his fist faster, lifting his hips up to meet his hand in a hard thrust. He could cum right now, he feels it, he's so close, but before he can, he stops all of his movements.
"Jungkook."
His eyes open in shock, meeting yours, being caught red-handed. He regrets it now, he fucked up, he fucked it all.
He can't control himself, though. Not anymore, not like that, not with your eyes on his cock. Damn it.
His erection twitches in his hand and then his hips jut forward involuntary, fucking the air like it's your pussy. He wishes he could go back in time and listens to himself about being careful, but for some reason his dick likes it and he can't do anything about it other than raise his hips up again.
"Fu-uck! N-No..." He cries as your gaze stays on him, watching him come undone before you. "A-ah..." His voice breaks into a whiny moan and his eyebrows furrow, his body reacting to the pleasure despite his little cries of complaints.
Without even touching his dick, he cums on his stomach as he fucks the air one more time. Long strands of white cum land on his t-shirt, stained forever with his shame. His thighs shake, his muscles contracting from the intensity of his orgasm.
He shoots the last bits of cum on himself, making a mess everywhere. He looks at you totally freaked out and he wants to cry when he notices the frown on your face.
"You're so dirty, Jungkook." You shake your head in disappointment and roll your eyes, standing up from the couch and leaving the living room.
Jungkook is left there alone, covered in his cum and sweat. Poor baby boy, he should've been more careful.
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A brief-ish Analysis on the most important scene in For the Future lore: The Collector's Story
I needed a place to ramble, so here we go
To start off with, the cover of the actual book is much simpler and more childish than the symbol we've seen in the past:
So this book was probably made for this Collector specifically, or any young Collector to learn about their species. I'd also like to comment on the fact that while the book may look impossibly long, the stone pages coupled with the large font greatly shorten it. This doesn't mean it's not long, just not as long as it first appears.
This isn't important, just thought I'd point it out.
Moving on:
The contents of the book
This scene confirms something very important, there were other Collectors
and from the looks of it, they weren't very nice. More on that in a moment
The people depicted here are probably the ancestors of the Titan Trappers, seeming to worship the Collectors. But considering the Collector's tendency to wipe out anyone in their path, this isn't surprising. They seem to gain followers through fear, the type of fear they twist into awe and worship.
I find this especially interesting because Belos gained followers in a similar manner, fear turned to worship. First of all, I'd like to acknowledge they are still very different. Belos's rise to power came about through manipulation and making everyone believe he could lead them to a better future, while the Collectors probably scared everyone into submission with the idea they could take down any who go against them in an instant.
But while their origins are different, they grow into something very similar. By season 1 and 2, Belos was forcefully gripping at control and using his powerful position to either capture any who rebel, and to invoke worship in the rest. Maybe I'm reading too far into it, I don't know.
Additionally, each group were trying to destroy an opposing species. Belos with witches and The Collectors with Titans
Long story short, The Collectors inspired fear and turned it into worship. Belos did something kind of similar. Also, Boscha and Kikimora also established a tyranny in this episode. Just some food for thought
Back to the book, the section that the Collector crossed out hold some heavy implications.
("But should they meddle in our affairs, we'll clean the planet and scorch the air")
Not just the ones who opposed them, the planet itself.
The Boiling Isles would be an empty mass of boiling sea if it weren't for the titan's carcasses. Without them, there would be nothing there. What if this is because the Collectors reset the planet, burning away anything that once rose above the sea and raising the ocean's temperature to boiling levels in the fire.
Or at least that's my interpretation
So, based on the information we have, the Collectors may or may not have had the power to wipe out an entire planet. Yet, they seem to have been completely wiped out alongside the titans, except for just one of their young.
We know a titan was the one that sealed away our Collector, so we can assume that it was an evenly matched battle, the two species wiping each other out. (King and our Collector probably can't reproduce, so their as good as extinct)
Okay, at this point, we've figured out a rough theory on the Collector's history, but how does our Collector play into this?
It's made very clear that our Collector isn't fond of his predecessors. He's a kid with a lot of power and was probably bored by the other's ideas of doom and gloom and the tendency to destroy anything interesting.
So our Collector decided to start doing things his own way. It's clear he didn't decide to step away from the old ways out of sympathy, rather, it was because he's a bored, lonely kid who wants to do interesting stuff like play and make friends.
Does he have any role in the destruction of his species? We don't know. Personally, I think he was placed in the mirror when he was really young, leaving him with nothing but vague memories and a book to get to know his predecessors by.
I believe this because it would parallel him more with King, both of them not being able to remember their species.
I think if the Collector learned to listen to king, they could form a really nice, genuine friendship
#wow this got longer than I excpected#Not super long#but still long#feather says some stuff#I know I called this the most important scene#but I think we all know the TRUE most important scene#that's right#STRING BEAN#JSHDHSJKDJFDKDL#In all seriousness#I freaking loved this episode#I am definitely adressing all the other stuff later#the owl house#toh#the collector#toh the collector#Ramble/anlysis#for the future#The owl house#Feather says some stuff
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3.89 Lose control
During our conversation about pre-wedding activities, Sophia and I found the idea of having a party appealing, but we had reservations about the traditional bachelor and bachelorette party. I'd never been to one, but I'd heard stories about them. Getting wasted and dancing with other women didn't appeal to me at all. My party didn't have to follow that formula; we could spend the night however I wanted. But the real reason we were anxious was because we both we both had a small circle of friends. We loved kicking it with our respective squads, but a party with just one or two sims wouldn't be lit.
"What if we did a joint co-ed party?" she offered.
That was the most brilliant idea, and it relieved us both. I mean, the whole point of a bachelor/bachelorette party was just to hang out with friends and have a good time, right? Who's to say we couldn't do that together? Our friends and their plus ones were enough sims for a fun, intimate party.
We tried to take Mama's advice and not show up early this time and walked in with the first wave. Heh, if Sophia had agreed to my offer earlier, we could have been super late, but let's not dwell on that. While getting a drink, I saw Alessia. I was low-key pissed, to be honest. Not enough to make a scene or even snub her all night, but we were definitely not okay.
Dub snuck up on me, and I almost dropped my drink.
"This is a nice place," he said. "The food selection is...interesting."
"Yeah. I guess I should have been more specific when I requested light refreshments."
"It's all good. Nothing like a little natural sugar to get you pumped up!"
"That's right. I expect to see everyone dancing, Dubstep."
"Dubstep??"
"Yeah! I think it's about time I gave you a nickname."
"But Dubstep though? I can't stand that music! It's everywhere at home!"
"Sorry, dude. I'm not often this clever. It's sticking!"
"Ugh! You better be glad your name can only be shortened, or I'd come up with something annoying for you too!"
"HA! Thank you, granddad I never met, for a boring name."
"Oh, hi Dub," Sophia said. "Thanks for coming!"
"Of course I'd come. I gotta make sure my boy Luc stays out of trouble!"
Sophia laughed.
"That's kind of you, but totally unnecessary."
I loved she said that. We had several conversations about my female friends, and she always expressed her acceptance of them. I believed her, but part of me wondered if she was actually cool with it or just trying to avoid conflict. Those conversations triggered her sometimes, and I knew she was still dealing with scars her ex-trash man inflicted. I never gave her a reason to doubt me, and I intended to keep it that way. Even so, her display of trust touched me deeply.
Less and Justin were chilling in the corner, probably relieved that I was busy. Did they keep in touch? Probably not. Regardless, I was happy they maintained a small connection, even though I still believed he was much too old for her. Once Rashidah and her husband showed up, Sophia hit the dance floor and got the party going. I sat down and watched her, mesmerized by the thought that tomorrow she would be my wife.
Chi Chi latched onto Maia as soon as she arrived and did not let her go. When Dub noticed, he not-so-casually got closer and watched their every move. I don't know why I thought it was funny, but I laughed anyway. Seeing him transition through this relationship, going from uncertainty about pursuing it to worrying about someone encroaching on them, was fun to watch. I knew Chi Chi was harmless, but he didn't, so I didn't laugh too hard. Still, what was Maia thinking? She was so gracious to endure all that talking for two nights straight. I knew all too well how draining it could be, trying to keep up with all the words that flew out of her mouth.
I eventually finished my drink and got out there to shake it with everyone. Poor Dub didn't even take one step and spent the whole night watching Maia and Chi Chi. I made a mental note to talk to him about it before we left, so it didn't become a big deal later on.
The fruity drinks were lame, so I invited everyone to the bar downstairs and bought us a round. The thumping bass from the DJ downstairs reverberated through the walls, injecting a surge of energy into our group. Moving the party downstairs was a genius move. The room was buzzing with excitement. Lively conversations and laughter filled the air. In the midst of all the excitement, I spotted Less trying to slip away, but I quickly caught her eye and called her out.
"Where were you last night?"
"What?"
"The engagement dinner? You didn't show."
She shrugged.
"I didn't want to go."
I needed a moment before replying, because her response struck a nerve. Her indifference was no stranger to me; I'd been dealing with it my whole life. It annoyed me then, and triple annoyed me now. I usually coped with it by ignoring her, but this was something I could not shrug off.
"You couldn't at least call and tell me you weren't coming?"
"I guess. Why are you so upset? You had the dinner and now this party. They're pretty much the same thing, so why do I have to come to both?"
I was teetering on the edge of losing my cool, and it caught me off guard. Despite all the challenges I faced in my life, I could never truly feel angry. I could've been mad at Dad taking us away from Mama, but I was just a little kid and more scared than anything. I couldn't bring myself to be angry with Mama for breaking up our family because my love for her was too strong. Less always got on my nerves, and I could've been mad at her countless times, but I felt pressured to always be in control as the oldest, especially since she always copied me. I just wanted to experience losing control for once, but was that the moment to waste my chance? In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that serious. Less was just being Less, and as much as it pained me to overlook it again, I just took a few deep breaths and re-centered myself before responding.
"You're my sim of honor, Less. Does that even mean anything to you? We were doing toasts, and you weren't there. Dub did a toast for me, and we just met. Maybe I should have asked him or Maira to be my sim of honor."
"I'm sorry, Luca! I thought it was just a casual dinner or something. I didn't think you'd be mad."
I sighed and shook my head at her.
"You never do, Less."
Speaking of Dub, I saw him stewing on the sidelines, so I let Less go and went to de-escalate him.
"Am I crazy?" he asked as I sat down. "Is she really that bold that she would try to take my girl in front of my face?"
I was glad to have something comical to take my mind off my annoying sister.
"She's harmless, man. A bit of a flirt, yes, and she talks a lot, but she would never do that to you. She's sweet."
"Brooo! The talking! I thought maybe she liked me too because she had me hemmed up all night last night. I barely escaped in time to make a toast!"
I laughed.
"Believe me...I am aware. I feel like she has a word quota she has to reach every day or she'll explode or something."
"Yeah, and she's spending it all on us!"
"Seriously... But for real...I really appreciate you doing that last night. My sister should have been the one making that toast, but she wasn't there, and that really hurt my feelings."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I got you, bro. Whatever you need."
"I appreciate that, Dubstep."
"HEY!"
Dub and Maia by @mysimsloveaffair
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Would quirks like Stain's work on Satoru? The thought just popped into my head and it won't leave. Like how does it even work yknow?? Is there a range, is there a limit on how old the blood can be or can stain just. eat a blood clot and it would still paralyze the target? Sorry I got a bit off topic but like quirks. How.
Basically, are there any quirks that can get past his Infinity? And how do quirks work in this verse?
Short answer: yes it would work in theory but in practice probably not. And no, there are no quirks that can get past Infinity. At least not in a conventional way.
Ok I'm not a huge MHA expert but my understanding of quirks is that they're powered by "Plus Alpha Energy", which is basically an amalgamation of physical and genetic traits that make up a person's quirk. I treat it identical to Chakra in Naruto, or Cursed Energy in Jujutsu Kaisen - meaning its like a secondary energy source separate from their physical energy. Kind of like how in video games you have your HP bar but you also usually have a secondary MP bar for spellcasting, and you can run out of Magic even though you still have full Health. But more like the above examples, because I believe in MHA its possible to die /severely injure yourself if you overuse your quirk, so they're not entirely exclusive systems.
According to the wiki there are 3 main types of quirks: transformation types, emitter types, and heteromorphic types. I don't believe they're mutually exclusive, bc someone like Hawks is sort of heteromorphic + emitter (since his feathers are telekinetic). But they all require the use of Plus Alpha Energy. Even for emitter types / telekinetic types, they're using Plus Alpha Energy to control those powers.
For the sake of my sanity, I am treating PAE (I'm going to start shortening it I'm sorry it's annoying to type) like any other energy wave - soundwaves, microwaves, visual light, radiowaves, etc., in that it still needs to move through physical space to get to its target, even if you can't see it. So just like any other energy wave, it can be blocked. I have to imagine this is canon, since quirk-blocking handcuffs exist. (?) Or maybe that's fanon idk. They exist in my story lol.
For the most part, PAE is really only used to interact with the world in a certain way. Examples:
Shouto's emitter PAE creates fire/ice across his skin, and he can push it out in various ways and create ice walls/fire blasts etc but they all have to start at his skin, which is why he can't just point at a building and light it on fire. Katsuki's Explosion is similar.
Eraserheads emitter PAE is in his eyeballs but reacts telekinetically, because he doesn't need to touch people to negate their quirk, just look at them. But PAE is still energy, even though his quirk is activated telekinetically it still needs to travel through reality
Blocking PAE, with handcuffs or Tartarus cells or other quirks like Erasure, stops the PAE from working and therefore stops the quirk. So even 'instantaneous', ranged telekinetic quirks like Erasure, or I imagine any amalgamation of mind control quirks, could theoreteically be stopped by anything that can block PAE. Because PAE is an energy wave, it's possibly for Infinity to block it.
In canon JJK we already see that Gojo can block soundwaves if/when he wants (fight scene with Jogo) - it's not unrealistic to assume he can block all various types of energy waves, radio, ultrasound, etc.
TL;DR: No Quirk can get past Infinity, because it's an energy wave and Infinity can block those.
However!
Infinity is not infallible, because Gojo is not a robot (or actually a god) and has human limitations. He almost always has it up in some capacity (as its canon that he can pick and choose what filters through, i.e., soundwaves and the visible light spectrum etc, can normally pass through) but he does pull the 'physical' barrier down for a lot of reasons.
I also headcanon that he's not as religious about keeping it up at all times as he was in JJK.
So for random examples:
Stain: Let's say he somehow acquires and ingests Gojo's blood. His PAE would then kick in and he would try to telekinetically stop Gojo's body. That PAE still has to travel through space to get to Gojo, and Gojo's Infinity expands the space between himself and the universe endlessly, so it would get stuck forever trying to make contact with Gojo and can never do it. So nope it wouldn't work. ❌
Toga: Again, through a very improbable but not impossible series of events she somehow gets Gojo's blood. Steals it from his regular doctor or something, whatever. She ingests it, and can turn into him/has access to his quirk. Idk if she'd have access to his Cursed Energy, because it's still unclear how much of Cursed Energy is Body vs. Soul. Technically, her quirk does work because it doesn't need to cross Infinity ✅
Naomasa/Makoto: This one was a tough one, definitely had to puzzle it out! I believe their quirks work on the response of the person, not by forcing their quirk onto others. So, Naomasa asks a question. This is just a normal soundwave, interacts like any other human voice. But then Gojo responds. It's his response that Naomasa's PAE interacts with, and since that response already traveled out of his Infinity barrier, Infinity is useless to stop a quirk like this. ✅
Ragdoll: Another one I had to ponder. This would depend on how Ragdoll's quirk works, which we don't know. In my story, I've decided it works by ingesting the PAE of the world around her, analyzing it, and putting that on a mental map. Because her PAE works by absorbing/reading the PAE of others, she's not pushing it out into the world around her in any way. It's Gojo who's pushing out his PAE, because Infinity is a one-way barrier (Gojo's cursed techniques/energy, his voice/soundwaves, and his kinetic/physical force all can pass the barrier). So Ragdoll's quirk would work on Gojo, because it doesn't need to try to pass his Infinity barrier. Gojo's PAE naturally leaves his barrier on its own. ✅
Eri: Her Rewind canonically doesn't need physical touch, if I'm not mistaken? I feel like i saw a panel somewhere where it's going haywire and affects everyone in her vicinity. Either way it's irrelevant, it still doesn't work on Infinity. It emits from her horn and is pushed out into the world around her either, by touch or possibly telekinetically, which means Infinity will stop the PAE before it reaches Gojo. And she wouldn't accidentally hurt Gojo either, even if he had Infinity down already because he's carrying her or whatever, because his Six Eyes would be able to see the surge of PAE in her horn before it manifests and react accordingly by pulling Infinity up. ❌
Shinsou: His quirk is basically him lacing his voice with PAE. Because its traveling through the air as both an energy wave and a sound wave, it gets stopped by Infinity. ❌
Basically, the rule of thumb for whether Gojo would be affected by someone's quirk is how their PAE interacts with the world. Any quirk that a user internalizes/doesn't push out of themselves will work on him, while anything that tries to force its way through his barrier will not.
Gojo >>> Quirk ✅
Gojo <<< Quirk ❌
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Bad Habits | seonghwa x fem!reader (smut)
❅ pairing : seonghwa (ateez) x fem reader
❅ rate : +18 | smut
❅ warnings : explicit content, strong language
❅ chaptered | one-shot
❅ status : in progress (chapter 1/?)
❅ tags&stuff : dom!hwa, sub!reader, bit of seonjoong/matz thrown in there, bit of hongjoong x reader cause I can't get away from him, Hwa is a control freak, reader is a whimpering sub, rough sex will occur, spanking, choking, spitting, name calling, inevitable babygirling of reader, reader has both a praise kink and degrading kink lol what a freak, bit of voyeurism if you squint, mentions of other members, obviously non!ateez related
❅ PLOT:
You didn't know how things had gotten this far. How your life had taken an unexpected turn only for you to end up here, kneeling in front of Park Seonghwa - the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen - with your mouth wide open, tongue out, waiting to be humiliated for the 8th time that night. But above anything, you didn't know how to stop. Or if you even wanted to.
❅ Author's note: soooooo-- *taps mic* this was originally supposed to be a filthy one-shot but turns out my brain doesn't know how to shorten my ideas and go straight to the point so *throws hands in the air* here's a chapter fic about dom!hwa because he's been on my mind a lot. Please comment & reblog if you want more (but say please--- just kidding, or am I?) a ny way - english STILL isn't my first language so mistakes may occur, don't be a meanie I have feelings.
❅ Words: 5.3k (up to chapter 1)
CHAPTER I.
Acquaintance
You had no idea when things had gotten out of control.
The story of how you had ended up in the backseat of a cab next to this man remained a complete mystery. The man was Park Seonghwa - quite literally “the man they warned you about” - ‘they’ being all of your girlfriends consecutively setting up an intervention to make you step out of whatever was actually going on with this guy they all defined as “disgustingly toxic” and yet, failing as soon as you replied to his spontaneous middle-of-the-night texts, rushing to his place like you had forgotten what dignity even was.
Still, there you were, tightly wrapped in some expensive haute-couture dress he had specifically brought back from a business trip to Paris just so he could treat himself with the delicious sight of your curves filling up the delicate silky fabric perfectly. It was definitely the shortest yet most expensive piece of clothes you ever worn and every minute going by seemed to come with the crippling fear of straining it.
Seonghwa was, by all means, the epitome of toxicity. Cold, mysterious, always out and about to god-knows-where, not much of a talker -at least, not when it involved his personal life or emotional luggages- and above anything, he was the typical cliché of a man that looked and acted like he owned every place he walked into, including people. Still, like any toxic asshole, Seonghwa was by far the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. The kind of man you’d die for, the kind of man whose attention you’d fight for anytime of the day and, as much as you hated it, the kind of man you’d never say no to.
While he was still in his mid twenties, Seonghwa always dressed like a 30+ businessman, strolling around the city in fancy YSL suits and burberry coats, his left wrist tightly wrapped into one of his thousand vintage watches he always made sure matched his outfit. His black hair was the only fantasy he seemed to allow, whether he prefered to wear his bangs down, making himself look five years younger and a little bit wilder, or half up with his forehead exposed except for a single strand of hair that seemed to be perfectly balanced - your personal favorite.
Seonghwa’s hair was down tonight, but the thing that caught your attention before anything else was the fact he had decided to wear a black shirt matching his jacket but for the very first time, without a tie neatly wrapped around his neck. The top buttons of his shirt were open, granting you with a perfect sight of his throat and collabornes every time the fabric shifted under his moves and while you weren’t a fan of PDA, wouldn’t you be sitting in a cab right now, your lips would be quick to suck the life out of his exposed chest. That’s how it felt to look at this man. While you had never tried any drug before, you just knew Seonghwa was the closest thing to it, the urge to connect with him often too painful to handle.
“Why are you nervous?” His soft, raspy voice broke the silence of this drive, pulling you back into the real world as you composed yourself to face the intensity of his gaze.
“I’m not nervous” You lied. Of course you were nervous. For the very first time ever since you had started “seeing” him, Seonghwa had invited you to some fancy party with friends and colleagues. For the first time ever, you would finally take a step into his intimacy, meeting people, interacting with actual humans that probably knew more about him than you ever would. The simple thought of walking into a room by his side was enough to send you over the edge, your anxiety off the roof.
Of course you were nervous,
and, of course, he knew your body language too well not to notice.
Shaking his head slightly, Seonghwa simply scoffed before facing the window again, half amused at the audacity of your lies. One of the things you hated the most about this man was the fact he often decided to act cocky, judgemental or quite simply mean instead of using his words. You’d never catch Park Seonghwa talking more than he genuinely intended to.
“Are you laughing at me?” You dared to ask, blood boiling into your veins at the sight of his smirk and the way he simply discarded your personal feelings towards a situation.
“Just wondering why you’re lying to my face when you know I will punish you for this…”
His words caught you by surprise- not because you weren’t used to him boldly stating his sadistic tendencies since it was the main part of your original bond- but mainly because such statements were usually spoken behind closed doors. Having Seonghwa publically act like a powerful dom was another first you definitely didn’t see coming. Unfortunately, you weren’t granted much time to process as he scooted to your side, one of his hands firmly tucked between your legs and palming the inside of your thighs until you could only see his knuckles sinked into your flesh. That would leave a mark.
“Open your legs” he boldly stated, once again as your eyes immediately darted into his, your face painted with sheer panic at the thought of the driver overhearing.
“Are you ins–” Seonghwa immediately interrupted your complaint, pinching your chin with his free hand, forcing you to lock eyes with him as you kept traveling back and forth between the man on your side and the driver to make sure his attention was 100% on the road and not on the scene happening behind his back.
“I said open. your. legs” He stated once again, his raspy voice sounding more like a threat now that he was repeating himself, something he truly hated. His fingers were still pressed into your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as you finally granted him the access he was asking for, your thighs trembling against his touch from clenching too hard out of nerves.
“Good girl…” He smirked, the hand initially pressed against your inner thigh traveling up until you could feel his fingertips brushing the soft fabric of your panties. While he was barely touching you, you could feel yourself melting into his palm already. That’s the thing about Park Seonghwa. No matter how bad you knew he was, you just simply couldn’t resist him, diving head first into the sinful routine he seemed to live for.
“That’s one big choker you’ve got there, baby” He felt the need to add, his teeth pulling at the thick piece of jewelry around your neck while smirking to himself as he knew precisely why you had to cover your skin. Among many other filthy things, Seonghwa definitely had a soft spot for marking your body. Whether it was a bite, a strong grip of his hand over your hips or a powerful slap, nothing could beat the animalistic stare of his big black eyes whenever he caught a glimpse of his fingertips over your porcelain skin.
“Thought you wouldn’t want your friends to ask about the bruises all over my neck…” You barely managed to whisper through gritted teeth as Seonghwa found some sadistic pleasure in torturing you with his finger sliding up and down your clothed slit.
“True that- We don’t want them to know how much of a slut you are, don’t we, baby?”
It took you all the strength in the world not to gasp out loud as soon as his thumb hooked your panties to the side so two of his fingers suddenly pushed into you with no warning whatsoever, filling you up knuckles deep.
“Look at me” Seonghwa commanded, his tone colder than earlier as he had caught your attention drifting from him to the cab driver once again. While the rush of being fingered on the backseat of a taxi was entracing, you couldn’t help but feel shameful and a little humiliated at the thought of a stranger catching you there, legs wide open with another man’s fingers deeply buried into your cunt.
“Say my name” He added, his teeth nibbling at your ear for a brief second before he was back staring at you like he was expecting something, black pupils looking you up and down like a beast ready to jump on its prey.
“Seonghwa”
A whisper. Not exactly what he wished for.
“Couldn’t hear you there, baby girl… I said say my fucking name…” Curling his fingers into your dripping core, Seonghwa made sure to hit the perfect spot repeatidly, his knuckles twitching at the most torturing pace, eyes still locked on your face.
“Seon—Seonghwa” You whimpered, shameful and red at the cheeks as both of your hands came up to cover your mouth as you inevitably looked back at the driver, hoping he didn’t hear.
Smirking mostly to himself, Seonghwa finally pulled his fingers out, making sure to put on a show as he licked them clean with the filthiest hum, snapping his lips together like he just feasted on his favorite snack.
“We’re here”
You watched as Seonghwa leaned forward to generously tip the driver, secretly thinking he might have told him to keep his eyes on the road no matter what, prior to picking you up. Then, with the blink of an eye, he was back to his typical, composed self, adjusting the front of his shirt and buttoning his jacket with a single hand as the other helped you out of the car like a proper gentleman.
“Take off your panties”
You almost stumbled on the sidewalk, your hand quick to grab his arm as you weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly. Surely he couldn’t just boldly request for you to go commando in the middle of a busy street.
“S-sorry?”
Seonghwa couldn’t help but roll his eyes, sighing at the way you always forced him to repeat himself, frustration already building up inside of him.
“You heard me, baby” He stated, bold as ever as he looked around, unbothered like he had just asked you about the weather.
“We’re in the middle of the streets, Hwa”
“Do you see me care?” He smiled, brushing his bottom lip with his thumb while eyeing you up and down “C’mon now, take it off, or you’ll pay for it later”.
While Seonghwa wasn’t just a typical Dom with proper instructions and basic “no breaking character” rules, you two had never defined whether the dynamic you had in the bedroom still stood in the outside world. Though it wasn’t the first time he had made you the victim of his outrageous commands, having an audience was definitely new and not exactly something you were 100% comfortable with.
Still, you knew better than to disobey.
Looking around to make sure no one could see, you used Seonghwa’s helpful 5.8ft tall lean body to cover your actions as you quickly slipped out of your panties, the cold hitting your core faster than you had anticipated.
You watched as Seonghwa grabbed your tiny lacy piece of clothes from your own hand, putting the precious lingerie into the inside pocket of his vest with a proud smirk while you nervously pulled at your dress, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable now that anyone could catch a glimpse of your intimacy. Still, Seonghwa remained unbothered as he leaned forward to pinch your chin, pressing his lips over yours through the most agonizingly short kiss.
“So how should I introduce myself?” You finally asked, the realization of an upcoming evening spent with complete strangers as your Dom’s +1 finally hitting.
“An acquaintance” Seonghwa simply smiled, his hand nesting on your lower back as he walked you both towards the building.
“An acquaintance? Do you often bring ‘acquaintances’ to these parties?” You frowned, before retracting yourself and asking him not to answer that. Truth was, you didn’t want to know how many girls or boys he had introduced to his friends before, you didn’t want to be just “another one”, like the fresh page of a calendar he would forget by the beginning of next month. While you didn’t have actual romantic feelings for the man, you couldn’t deny the absolute urge to feel special to his eyes. If your relationship had an expiration date, you wanted to leave knowing he would never forget these weeks spent together, whatever you meant to him back then.
The building was located in a part of the city you weren’t sure you’d seen before. Mostly because it was extremely posh and way above anything you could ever afford. Seonghwa’s wealth wasn’t news to you but somehow, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was the type of guy who’d only hang out with people of the same class.
Now you knew.
You knew as soon as the elevator opened right into a massive penthouse on top of a fancy building whose doorman had called you “Miss” while opening the gates for you. If anything, it looked like one of those rom-coms where the girl finds her way into an elitist world upon dating a rich guy but also her complete opposite.
The only difference was that you were very much butt naked under your dress.
“Park Seonghwa…! Long time no see?”
A boy with a gummy smile was the first to welcome you both. Introducing himself as Jung Wooyoung as he leant forward to press his lips to your cheek. The black haired boy had a pair of fancy glasses tucked into the collar of his polo shirt and looked like he had just landed from his private jet following a week in the Hamptons. Everything you hated, but he was friendly and his smile definitely made you feel more at ease. As expected, Seonghwa introduced you as an ‘acquaintance’ from a business trip, the only truth in his speech being the fact you actually worked in an Art Gallery downtown. At least, that gave you something to talk about without ruining the fake plot he so intended to toy around.
“I’ll just say hi to a couple friends, you think you can behave?” Seonghwa looked down, staring right into your eyes as his hand traveled up your arm, sending shivers all over your spine while you simply nodded to his request.
“Good girl” He smiled, a second before he vanished into the crowd, leaving you with nothing but a drink in your hand and the constant fear of exposing your bare cunt to a house full of future leaders of this world.
It only took you a minute to feel completely out of place as you tried your best to melt into some conversations, only to end up absolutely bored as none of the topics seemed to grasp your attention. Seonghwa, on his side, seemed to be extremely involved in whatever debate he had with Wooyoung and some other guy with bright blonde hair and an attitude. While you desperately tried to catch his eye, hoping he would get your signal, you decided to give up as soon as you saw him getting more comfortable on the couch, crossing one leg above the other as he dived into the conversation even more, never once looking up to check on you.
“I guess I’ll just drink” You thought to yourself, ready to take a spin towards the kitchen where all the liquor was stored.
“Sounds like a plan!”
Okay- maybe you weren’t thinking to yourself but actually speaking out loud.
Turning to your left side, you were faced with a boy in a denim shirt and split black and white hair. He couldn’t have been more out of place if he tried and somehow, the thought of having someone more unfitting than you was the comfort you didn’t expect.
“Didn’t mean to sound like an alcoholic” You joked, definitely embarrassed now.
“You’re having a glass of wine and I’m up to my—” He stopped to silently count in his head, one of his eyes squinting slightly to focus better, “ …Eighth? Maybe ninth shot?”.
His soft giggle wasn’t like anything you’d heard before, both cute and quirky. Actually, that’s exactly how he looked, cute and quirky, and if you were being completely honest, in a sea full of rich ‘sons of’ and arrogant assholes, that boy was a breath of fresh air.
He introduced himself as “just” Hongjoong, another surprise following the way other people had found necessary to introduce themselves using their full names, biting their tongue not to mention their parents, grand-parents and pretty much their entire family legacy just to prove how high they stood in the social scale. Hongjoong didn’t seem to care nor even want to talk about his family background, only focusing on the one thing he truly adored: photography.
It took you a couple shots to feel comfortable and above anything, to forget about the fact you were a crossed leg away from flashing the poor boy as you sat outside on the disgustingly massive rooftop, having a fascinating conversation about Arts. Wouldn’t you be here as Seonghwa’s ‘acquaintance’, Hongjoong could definitely be the guy you’d keep in touch with following this party.
Thinking about it, nothing actually stopped you from getting his number.
Except for the fact that, no matter how interesting and fun this boy was, you were still extremely upset at the lack of attention Seonghwa had given you so far.
“So- How did you end up here?” There it was, the question you were trying to avoid. When you thought everything was just going great without you having to shamefully admit you were a nobody trying to fit in someone’s life regardless of his absolute lack of interest in you, Hongjoong had dropped the ball too fast for you to catch it.
“I’m-uh… I’m here with Seonghwa? Park Seonghwa?” You didn’t know why you felt the need to add his full name, like you were trying to give a meaning to your presence in this place. Still, you couldn’t miss the frown on Hongjoong’s face as he chose to nod first, making this moment awfully more awkward than you wished for it to be.
“Let me guess… You’re his special acquaintance?” He chuckled, swallowing whatever was left of his drink in one gulp, his face suddenly painted with a confusing mix of anger and disdain.
“You make it sound like I’m a hooker or something?” You gasped back, definitely offended while knitting your eyebrows together.
“Of course not— I just find it funny… How he seems to have a type”
Now he was getting too mysterious for your liking.
“Care to be more specific?” It’s not like you wanted to hear more about Seonghwa’s past ‘acquaintances’ as you knew yourself too well not to fall into the vicious circle of comparing yourself to every single girl he had laid eyes on before.
While already picturing the portrait of a thousand previous pantless girls he had brought to these boring parties, you watched as Hongjoong chuckled to himself while scratching the back of his neck nervously. Fuck he was cute for a little piece of shit.
“Believe it or not… I was once one of them”
Now this one you didn’t see coming.
Because you were already tipsy, the first thought running through your head was the awfully hot image of Hongjoong and Seonghwa heavily making out together, the obvious height difference making Hongjoong the perfect sub for him. It was actually amazing to see how fast your brain seemed to work as you tried to picture all the scenarios you’ve been into before, but putting Hongjoong into your seat just brought you to another level of arousal.
“So yeah” he started again “I can see a pattern there… Good ol’ master’s got a thing for artsy people… Probably some rebellious move against his folks cause they think Art is a hobbie and not a career plan” he chuckled “You’d think he’d be less of a cliché, right?”
“I… Don’t know him that much to tell, actually” You felt obliged to answer, mostly because he made it seem like you actually knew anything about Seonghwa’s family and why he would pick a certain type of people to fuck around with.
“Ah, the early days… How long has it been?”
“3 months” You replied, almost too fast not to sound like you actually counted the days spent around the man. Still, you were inevitably surprised to realize it already had been three months since the first time you had met Seonghwa, almost immediately melting into the palm of his iron hand.
Hongjoong failed to answer right away, his frown as the only reaction.
“3 whole months? Now that’s new… I think we’ve got a record there…” He added, both his eyebrows raised with complete yet honest surprise.
Any other day, you would have jumped on the opportunity to brag and ask for more details, the idea of keeping Seonghwa hooked for much longer than anyone before definitely turning into your biggest flex, but as you were about to question Hongjoong over his past behavior, you were surprised to feel your phone buzzing into your bag, repeatedly.
Four text messages. All coming from Seonghwa.
Having fun out there?
I don’t recall allowing you to speak to another man.
You’re pissing me off, baby girl.
I guess I have no choice but to punish you now.
Looking up to catch him through the crowd, you were quick to find him still sitting in the same spot, the crowd around him had grown bigger after a while and though he wasn’t looking directly at you, something about his body language definitely made it seem like he could feel your eyes draping him, the puzzled look on your face tinted with fear.
You tried to pay attention to Hongjoong as he kept talking but none of his words made sense to you as you watched Seonghwa reaching for his phone in his pocket to type another text. Seconds later, your purse started buzzing again.
Upstairs. Second bedroom to the right. Now.
Looking up instantly, you finally met Seonghwa’s gaze as he took one last sip of his red wine, discarding his glass as he failed to smile even slightly to soothe your nerves. He was pissed and there was nothing you could do but to obey.
“I—uh— I need to use the bathroom, I’ll catch up with you later?” You pathetically excused yourself to Hongjoong, your hand grabbing his arm as you walked past him and into the apartment. Though you almost brushed him as you made your way through the living-room, Seonghwa never gave you a slight bit of attention, only looking up when he was sure you couldn't see him stare at your backside on your way up the stairs.
It was no surprise to find a room equally as fancy as the rest of the place, pieces of furniture matching both the curtains and the floor as you mentally tried to figure out the budget behind the impeccable design of each and every single room, something probably way beyond anything you could ever afford. Even the beddings seemed awfully expensive, silky burgundy sheets and pillowcases you were almost too scared to touch even though you already pictured Seonghwa ruining you there in the filthiest way.
Just like he had been summoned, your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Seonghwa entered the room, closing the door behind him. His hair was a little bit ruffled from the heat of the room downstairs and if you squinted enough, you could definitely tell his lips had turned a little bit purple from all the wine drinking. Still, he looked as gorgeous as ever.
“Having fun so far, baby girl?” To anyone, this would be an absolutely common question to ask, but knowing Seonghwa’s pattern, you just knew you were in serious trouble.
“I was just having a conversation with someone, I didn’t—”
“Someone” He cocked his head to the side, cutting you off while you could feel his eyes undressing you entirely “Hongjoong isn’t someone, he’s a little slut, just like you”
You felt it up to your core. The word ‘slut’ was definitely part of the things you used to hate before Seonghwa, but coming from his mouth, hearing it from his raspy tone, you had grown pretty fond of the insult. Just like you couldn’t deny how much of a slut you actually were for that man, the unspeakable memories of things you had never dared to try with anyone else before, popping into your mind.
“I’m sorry, Seonghwa” You looked down, shameful as a dog caught peeing on the carpet.
“You don’t sound sorry- Actually I think you like the guy… He’s cute, isn’t he?”
While you knew he was just being a little sadistic, trying to make you say the words he desperately wanted to hear just so he had a reason to punish you harder, you couldn’t deny the flush creeping up your cheeks at the thought of Honjoong’s quirky smile.
“Y-yes, he’s cute… but–”
“You don’t get to justify yourself, doll” Seonghwa almost growled, pinching your chin between two of his fingers to force a pout out of your mouth.
“You know what you get when you piss me off, don’t you?”
You couldn’t do anything but nod, your jaw tightly framed with his fingers as you felt shivers running down your spine at the thought of being severely punished in a stranger’s bedroom with anyone threatening to burst through the door uninvited. You couldn’t help but notice how Seonghwa had purposely decided not to lock the door, the thrill of getting caught always putting him on edge.
Silently, he walked towards the bed, taking off his jacket to lift his sleeves up to his elbows neatly. Once sitting on the edge of the mattress, he simply curled two of his fingers in the air, waving for you to join him.
“Lift your dress up, you know that cunt can’t lie to me” Seonghwa nodded towards your hips as you stood in front of him, red at the cheeks, humiliation making you feel a little dizzy as you grabbed the hem of your dress, pulling it up to your hips, leaving your bareness on full display.
“Look at you, already soaked, who made you this wet, uh?”
“Y-you”
“Liar. I think that’s your little talk with Hongjoong back there… What? You want him to fuck you? Should I invite him in so I can watch him nail you to this bed like the little whore you are?”
You shook your head no.
“No?” Seonghwa asked, tilting his head with a frown upon his face.
“I only want you, Sir”
“Is that so?” Seonghwa cooed, his palm reaching for the place where your thighs met, palming you firmly without ever giving you the friction you truly needed.
“Whose pussy is that?” He asked, almost clutching it.
“Y-yours, Sir”
“Whose ass is that?” Seonghwa added, his hand creeping up your crack, slipping between your cheeks as you cocked your head down in shame, awfully exposed.
“Y-yours… All yours…”
“You don’t sound convincing at all, baby girl, bend over here”
Pushing you down with your stomach resting over his lap, Seonghwa made sure your entire backside was on full display for him, his hand palming your cheek and squeezing it like it wasn’t even part of a human body.
“You count to ten” He coldly states, collecting a gasp out of you.
“T-ten???”
“You’re out there flirting with another guy with your bare cunt and you expect me to be good to you? Now count to ten”
“One”
The first hit always took your breath away. While it wasn’t your first time getting punished, you found yourself always a little startled with Seonghwa’s constant need to make it hurt immediately. Before that, you were innocently thinking that the counting was supposed to mark the increasing impact of his hand over your bare ass, but with Seonghwa, it truly felt like there was no rule whatsoever.
“So red already… So good to me…” Seonghwa growled, his hand palming your cheeks, one of his fingers tracing your crack as you flinched immediately at how sensitive it still was regardless of the times he had been ruining it.
“S-Seonghwa” You whimpered, your backside getting numb by the time he whacked it for the sixth time. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sit without wincing for a long time and that’s precisely what the man expected from his punishment. For you to think about him and what you had done every time your legs would get too tired to keep you up.
“Did I ask you to say my name?” He threatened, his hand squeezing your cheek so hard you almost screamed out loud from the pain. “Keep counting” he added.
“S—seven” Your voice was caught in a choked up sob as tears started rolling down your cheeks, unable to control yourself as Seonghwa kept his pace impeccable, ruining your cheeks like he could never possibly get tired. Truth was, he loved the sight of your skin tinted red with his finger prints scaling all over you like bubble wrap.
Without surprise, the two last ones were definitely the worst and by the time he was done, it truly felt like your skin had cracked under his palm, the awful tingly sensation of your backside gone numb mixed with the fear of actually bleeding all over the expensive beddings of complete strangers.
“Did you learn your lesson, baby?” Seonghwa asked, his voice composed and more calm than earlier while his fingers slipped between your thighs to trace your slit, adding to the humiliation of crying out loud over his lap as you realized just how wet you were the second he pushed a finger into your dripping cunt.
“Y—yes, Sir” You barely moaned, crushed under an unexpected wave of devastating pleasure as he started pumping his finger, collecting your arousal like a reward.
“Such a slut for me… You just can’t wait to get fucked, can you?”
“Yes, Sir” Sometimes when you caught a glimpse of the whiny tone of your voice whenever addressing him, you felt sick to your stomach, wondering how you ended up there with your ass up in the air on full display for a man to spank you to dumbness.
But Seonghwa was something else.
Something you didn’t expect and yet exactly what you truly needed right now.
“Well, this will have to wait” He cooed, giving one long, last stroke to your aching pussy as he helped you up and back to your feet again.
Adjusting the front of your dress, Seonghwa made sure you looked decent, pressing his thumbs under your eyes to fix your runny make-up.
“Such a good girl for me… You did very well…” He whispered, palming your cheeks with his strong hands while his entrancing eyes tried to read your mind for a minute.
“Let’s get back down, before anyone thinks we’ve fucked or something” Seonghwa added, putting his jacket back on and fixing himself. Looking at him was torture in that state of yours but still, the promise of a good night was enough for you to pull through.
Though your legs were still a little wobbly from the assault, ass still burning with pain, you waited for him to escape the room first before eventually making your way downstairs. Walking through the living-room, your eyes inevitably landed on Hongjoong – mainly because he was easy to spot with his split hair color- as he was now standing with his shoulder resting against the massive library, chatting to a couple girls and guys. Locking eyes with you, he politely nodded in your direction with a smile printed on his face but it faded as soon as you bowed your head down, avoiding him at all costs.
Observing from afar, Seonghwa chuckled to himself slightly, proud of the control he had over you. None of the conversations going on around him seemed to peak his interest as his mind was already thinking of the moment he’d finally get you alone and the many ways he would wreck you.
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AND FINALLY HERE IS A SMALL MASTERPOST FOR THE HELLSPAWN WALKER SIBLINGS!!
I present to you, Jenna and Ethan :DD
(also since you asked to be tagged, @alizibtheterrible)
(pssst, here are the ref sheets for these kiddos)
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before I get into anything, here are my timelines in this AU:
2 years between moto and season 11, atleast 5 months between s11 and s12, 5 more months between s12 and s13, 4 months between s13 and the island, a month between the island and s15, canonically a year between s15 and crystallized, 2 years between crystallized and the merge, 5 years between the merge and the events of DR
and jenna and ethan's ages during these times:
jenna: a year old during s11, almost two years old during s13, turned three a while after nya left, four during crystallized, six when the merge happened, and 11 in current time
ethan: a year old when the merge happened, and 6 in current time
I..know it's probably confusing, but I can attempt to explain more if you don't understand!
my fic for these two is currently being rewritten!!
and now, time to ramble abt the kids!! (warning, VERY long)
their full names are: Jenna Edna Lilly Walker and Ethan Ed Raymond Walker (you can guess who was named after who)
jenna was born just a year after moto, and ethan was born also a year after crystallized!
and from that, the age difference between them is 5 years
jenna inherits jay's powers, and ethan inherits nya's
ethan has ADHD and lacks good social skills due to being surrounded by only 2 people for most of his childhood, while jenna has anxiety, trust issues and some slight ptsd
oh and I can't forget to sprinkle the t r a u m a on them both
they have a good dynamic and bicker normally like siblings always do, but jenna sometimes needs to have her alone time and hates when anyone bothers her so she can snap at any time
while ethan is sensitive and cant control himself, especially if he sees someone distressed, but if he himself is the distressed one either no one should even come near him or he needs a genuiene hug or encouraging words from someone
I'm not sure when jenna will get her powers and will get her true potential, but until I figure it out, she gets her potential when she saw a certain someone in danger (kinda placeholder!!)
she didnt have control of her powers much at first, but would soon learn its abilities
and when ethan gets his powers, it doesn't go smoothly at all due to nya having been turned into the sea, so all the sudden power is..quite a painful experience without control
his true potential? realizing his worth and saving his sister from danger
I don't have exact birthdays for them yet, but the placeholders for now are may 23rd (jenna) and october 8th (ethan)
when they got a bit older, jenna decided to dye some streaks of her hair blue (and one time had a pixie cut), ethan didn't take any creative liberties with his hair but would sometimes style it when he's bored
jenna was named by jay, and while nya had wanted lilly she didnt mind and just she told him ''as long as you don't name her nya junior I won't throw you off a building"
lilly in the end was just given as a middle name
want a fun fact? jenna was the one that named ethan, the moment she saw him in his little blanket she just kept shouting "ethan! ethan!"
jenna always had a love for mechanism, while ethan would break a tv just by staring at it
tbf he does kind of have an intrest, but he finds it boring and just likes how it looks, but he is fairly good at it and just needs help
and jenna has a HUGE obsession for drawing and painting, while ethan likes cooking and is declared 'the gordon ramsey of the walkers* by jenna lmao
Jenna: dude please just open your own restuarant at this point Ethan: for the love of the fucking fsm Jenna-
jenna's special nickname is JJ! long story short, it was at first a shortened version of 'jay junior' that was actually a joke but then it became her actual nickname lmao
jenna is aroace and will go by she/they in the future, while ethan goes by he/him and will come out as bi!
jenna was attached to both her parents but felt closer to nya, especially after seabound
she'd watch her and jay in the sam x cave for ages
never remembering nya nor jay, ethan was wary of nya at first and tried to stay close to jenna but the moment she hugged him? he felt safe and knew it was right (shoot I'm kinda spoiling the reunion uhh)
jenna says she has no favourite uncle, but it's secretly cole and only he knows that
and she bullies kai, even when she's not ordered to do so by jay 👌
she does have a good bond with all of them tho!
jenna, in dragons rising, is 5'0 and will stay that height for a while until she hits a sudden growth spurt at 13 and is literally 5'6
and she'd be 5'9 at 16
happens with ethan aswell, he's only 6 so he's about 3'8 which is average for his age, but he'll keep growing taller and taller and he stops growing once he reached 5'8
The Forest Of Walkers(tm) as a moot of mine once quoted (we both hc jay to be very tall, finn I am looking at you)
and yes, that small part of the drawing of them walking is them in the future, I have no exact design yet and just wanted to throw that in bc of the free space lmao (I will post their future designs tho trust)
fun fact: when me and my friend were still planning what jenna and ethan would be doing after the merge, instead of staying with lloyd they had ended up with sora and arin
in this au, maya and ray are a tad closer to nya than they are in the actual show, they visit regularly to check on her, jay and jenna (soon ethan aswell)
both them and ed and edna SPOIL HER TO DEATH. they'd gladly take jenna any day
..which actually happened, seabound stuff :")
from the way all the ninja grieved, it was extremely lonely for a 3 almost 4 year old kid, especially with how everything happened so suddenly and how she can't yet process grief well, she only had cole who'd stay with her alot when she wasn't at her grandparents
even at their places it felt gloomy, but she loved to distract herself when she'd be in the junkyard by helping ed collect scraps and build with him (when her love of mechanism began)
and she loved to take walks with maya or ray at ignacia, or watch ray blacksmithing
it calmed her down a bit, but she knew something was still missing
edit: jay was also not in the best place after nya left, and wasn't able to spend time with jenna because she reminded him so much of nya, so he went to the lighthouse before he got too far
crystallized was..not the best experience either
because of spoilers and still planning out some more stuff, time to jump to post-crystallized
jenna grew much closer to nya, and had went to school 2 months after ethan was born!
she started in first grade, and was chaotic as fuck
she beat a kid in her class once just because he didnt like her drawings, obviously did not end well but she won and she was proud af 😎
during the timeskip after the merge, when ethan hit 4, lloyd would do some sort of homeschooling for him since he and jenna never left the monastery
Lloyd: okay, what's 5+6?
Ethan: 10!
Lloyd, trying not explode because he was so close:
I have so much more, but this is getting long af and I'm tired lmao
for my moots that are in the combined au, feel free to ramble in the tags aswell if u want to btw!! I wish I could too but I don't have the fuckin energy :'))
I may add on once I have the time and energy in the notes (or another post), but for now here's some info abt these hellspawns :"DD
#ninjago#ninjago oc#ninjago au#early family au#oc: jenna walker#oc: ethan walker#levi's ted talks#levi's writing#alizib tag#levi's art#my art#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago jay#ninjago nya#also I forgot their freckles :'DDD
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^^ Well said. I delayed reading it because I didn't want to engage with it for a while - and, once I did, even though Collins had earned so much trust from me with her handling of Katniss and Peeta's disabilities, I was still wary. So I actually highlighted every instance where she wasn't writing him according to ableist tropes.
Yes, at 18 he's been shaped by Capitol indoctrination at school and in his family and in the media. He sees with those lenses. They come easily and automatically to him. But he also connects with people as people and realizes - oh, the District kids are just kids?? And they're being starved and hurt? I know what it's like to go hungry... This is wrong. Why should Lucy Gray have to sing just to get food? I'll get her some, even though I don't have enough.
Over and over - but if you stand up for the wrong people, you will be punished. He tries it; he protects Lucy Gray. And then he pays the price and -- somewhere along the way, he doesn't want to pay anymore. He wants to protect his family and be a winner. And you can't be a winner--comfortable and safe and in control--and stand with someone your society has designated to lose. So he chooses.
It's heartbreaking - and it is, sadly, terrifyingly, the kind of choices the majority of people make - his 18-year-old choices, that is. That moment in his life is the perfect one to write about, because it turns the eye of the story on how young people are shaped - but also, at that young stage, he's closer to the common ordinary people in any corrupt society. He's just trying to survive. It's later that his urge to win motivates him to get worse and worse and worse - no longer wanting to protect his family, in fact tossing Tigris aside, *only* wanting to win. Taking pleasure in driving people into the ground.
It takes decades of choices for him to become that person, though. And it is a creation he makes of himself. The younger person is closer to most people though.
For example, I live in a democracy, thankfully. And yet it is so much driven by what Langston Hughes called "the same old stupid plan / Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak." When I walk into work and I see the cops clearing unhoused people from the only homes and safety they have--a process that we know from studies shortens peoples' lives, hurts them emotionally and physically for no gd reason, just cruelty, just greed--living in an encampment near my work - I don't do anything. I'm afraid to. Sure, I try to donate to people who help and write letters and vote... but I don't resist directly. I'd be punished. So there's a little bit of that 18-year-old kid early in the book who knows right and wrong and yet just wants to be safe in me. And I have to wrestle with it. Because I don't want to ever forget that it's a wrestling match. That's when the perverse incentive structure starts to consume you IMO. And most of us live in societies with perverse incentive structures of some kind. Some lure that is offered to us, of feeling better than, of exploiting others, and some threats of punishment too.
To my mind, it's a good story that can make me think of feeling a pang of shame and sadness and then looking away as the cops clear people and remembering that it's a struggle, that I am not simply on the side of angels, that my society is structured around cruelty and greed and it doesn't have to be. It shouldn't be.
re: the use of trauma. I'm interested to see what Viola Davis does with the role and how Dr Gaul is adjusted in the film script - honestly, her apparent flatness was one of the things in the book I thought could be better? And in film reviews I'm reading it seems like they strengthened her. We'll see. I think she's so good at leaning into why all of this is justified because she truly believes it. And she's looking for future leaders who can truly believe it too. And, as much as she and Highbottom apply pressures to shape this youth--including that hilarious imo scene where Coriolanus naively says "people love children"--by the end Coriolanus is writing her letters and offering himself as someone who will fit that shape in order to get the rewards it offers. There's a subtle shift as that happens that is quite nuanced. And, again, focusing on his youth is so powerful because he's a being in formation, a person being created and creating himself as an adult.
There's a *reason* why Collins opens the book with this quote:
“I thought of the promise of virtues which he had displayed on the opening of his existence, and the subsequent blight of all kindly feeling by the loathing and scorn which his protectors had manifested towards him.” — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, 1818
Though, again, the major shift of Part 3 for me is that he begins to take an active part in forming himself and he is fashioning himself to be a winner, to fit what he believes Dr Gaul and the authorities at the military school want, hoping and fearing that he won't be able to do it so well and desperately happy when the chance at rewards for doing so is still open to him. IMO Part 3 and the Epilogue aren't the end of his journey, they're the death of other possibilities and the birth of who he's choosing to become. And even he can't fully imagine where that will go as the decades pass and the choices mount up.
That is not the kind of quote you use to begin a story about someone who was born evil to begin with. The book takes 528 pages even though it's only about a few months in one 18-year-old's life precisely because it's a carefully drawn and teased out character journey, a corruption arc. As reviewer David Ehrlich put it in his review of the movie:
is Coriolanus embracing his nature or defiling it?
It's supposed to be a question, not a foregone conclusion. And I think the weight of the text itself leans in favor of "defiling" as the answer. Though it can be interpreted multiple ways (as it should be). I think the movie only lines we have from Lucy Gray in the trailer hold true: "there’s a natural goodness born into us all.” But, in one way or another, it doesn’t just stay that way, it’s a struggle. “It’s our life’s work to stay on the right side of that line [between good and evil].”
It’s a little on the nose with the themes, but I’m cool with them having her be so clear about it since apparently it’s not clear in the book I guess????
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Overdue introduction post
She/Her • bi/pan • AuDHD non-monogamous lady • professional tinkerer • this year I’m gonna be unstable unstoppable
If you like anything I write, please leave a comment. I do my best answer each and every one made :)
I don’t usually take requests because I came back to writing in order to let my AuDHD run wild like a toddler with a pair of scissors, completely unbound by earthly restraints. However, I do take suggestions, if you’d like to send one in my Asks.
Pen name and meaning: Tsukime Fuku or Fuku-Chan. I wanted something to resemble the owl I feel like, most of the time (I have terrible sleeping issues). Fukurou (梟) in Japanese means Owl, so I just decided to shorten it in katakana (フク). I wrote Tsukime in kanji (疲明) mixing up the gloomy and tired aspect from “Tsuki” with the bright one from “Me”. I’m a tired, gloomy, somewhat optimistic millenial owl.
My letters from the LGBTQIAP+ community: B for kissing multiple genders and A for demisexual (I can’t spell, sorry). Also, I’ve got a wife.
Where I’m from: A country well known for being God's wild random sandbox experiment 🇧🇷 For that reason, English is not my native language (you can communicate with me in Portuguese, Spanish and English. If by any chance you say something in Italian, please make it three-year-old friendly).
Current fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen (main) and Hazbin Hotel (secondary).
Former or everlasting fandoms: Death Note, Fullmetal Alchemist, flanaverse, Bojack Horseman, Rurouni Kenshin, Avatar (both The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra — I’m a Korra stan), Sherlock (books, stories, and BBC Series), Steven Universe, House MD, Supernatural, and other things I’ll add as I remember them.
Favorite genres of fiction: murder/mystery (b1tch! grew up reading Sherlock), terror, horror, drama and millennial comedy / dark humor. Currently, I’ve been getting into smutty fiction and rather enjoying it. I also want to write some chick lit stories, so...
Fun(?) facts about me I had enough time to come up with, instead of nervously sweating in the middle of a date thinking about them (this might get updated regularly, but probably won't - most recent will be at the bottom of the list):
I have a deranged type of humor (it's because of my inner demons. They have many voices. One of them is Carol)
I am unhinged and shitpost like a hell spawn. That's not a fun fact, it's a warning
I'm controlled by a monkey with a typewriter that lives inside my head. It feeds off of my anxiety during the day, then gives it back to me at night. It's lovely.
My writing process goes about like this: I get an idea. It plagues my every waking moment. If I don't write it, I realistically believe it might consume me into oblivion. So I write. Should I write because it's fun? Sure. Do I write to quench the thirst for dopamine of my inner demons (that have many voices, one of them is Carol)? Absolutely.
I got diagnosed with ADHD in my early 20's, and autism in my late 20's. These were definitely my roaring 20's, and we don't talk about it.
I try to be a kind person when I can. As a lady in her late 20's with some life and trauma experience involving mental illnesses, addiction, grief, and much more, you can always DM me if by any chance you need to talk about anything. I don't bite (much).
I realized I've been chatting with an online acquaintance that lives with a 12+ hour difference. That's how fucked my sleep schedule is — you can't fuck up your sleep schedule if you have none, amiright?
I need a soundtrack for everything I'm doing. It makes talking to people in real life very difficult.
I never know what day of the month it is. It's led me to receive happy birthday's unannounced and feel very confused at the people congratulating me on "my special day". I had done nothing special. It made no sense.
I tend to write very fast. It's the monkey's fault.
My most unpopular opinion: HIMYM ending was the correct choice, and made perfect sense for Ted and Robin.
My favorite quotes in English are the ending to The Great Gatsby (“so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”) and a tidbit from Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest (“Truth is rarely pure and never simple”).
My favorite poem of all time is "Tabacaria" by Fernando Pessoa.
Something you’ll NEVER see me writing in love stories is romanticized jealousy and possessiveness. Everyone has their thing, but that’s really not mine, and I don’t enjoy writing it. When I DO write about jealousy, I like to explore the underlying insecurity and pain behind it.
I’m here to spread the non-monogamy queer agenda.
If you read this through the end, thank you, and I'm slightly concerned for your mental well-being. Come on over and have a cup of tea.
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The pacing for season 4 and especially season 5 seemed extremely rushed to me. I’ve always thought the show could’ve used a season in between season 3 and season 4 to pace it better.
What are your thoughts about this? What do you think would’ve and/or should’ve occured had this of happened?
I couldn't agree more.
In fact, all of the fics I've written in the TVD universe have been fixing that period, (subtle plug for my fics) so I can tell you exactly what I would have done. This will have spoilers for my fics so feel free to go over to AO3 or Wattpad and read there first!
They could have done something so amazing. As someone who watched the shows from a young age, it almost felt like we grew up with the TVD gang, and then were watching Hope grow up which would have made Legacies so special to watch her come into her own. But we didn't get that. Instead, Hope grew up in the blink of an eye off screen. For a show about family, it seemed to constantly put the family aspects on the back burner.
They did all of these major time jumps simply because Julie Plec wanted to move on to Legacies. She liked the idea of what I just described but didn't have the patience to actually do it effectively. From what I've heard, The Originals was supposed to be like 6 or 7 seasons. Instead, we essentially got 4.
If they wanted to shorten the seasons, I would have scrapped season 5 completely. It was honestly a mess and didn't add much to the overall story. If you want to read how I would do that, I've written a story called The Last Sacrifice which shows season 4 as the series finale. SPOILERS for my story. Essentially, instead of splitting the Hollow in four, Elijah takes it all and sacrifices himself. To me, this gives Elijah a kind of redemption arc while allowing his family a chance at happiness.
Now my current work in progress, The Great War, starts in the beginning of season 3. I love season 3, but I think this is where things start to get messy. We see these constant character arcs and then destructions throughout this season. Deep traumas are brought to light and then quickly moved on from. The characters are all going through massive trauma but as an audience, we don't have a second to truly feel the impact because the next thing is already happening.
Then the show does a 5 year time jump and we don't even get flashbacks of Hayley trying to save the family or raising Hope on her own? It wasn't just the Mikaelsons missing out on Hope's life, but the audience as well. We finally get them reunited for about a week and then they are all forced to go their separate ways. And they cave in so easily. The Mikaelsons I know, especially after being separated for so long, wouldn't have gone down without a fight. Hayley sending Hope off to boarding school makes no sense. She fought so hard to keep her child with her only to send her off? Also, why couldn't Rebekah and Marcel have stayed in New Orleans than since Hope would never be there? Or Klaus for that matter? Elijah erasing his memories made no sense. Freya not working endlessly to destroy the Hollow and reunite her family for 5 years made no sense.
Then finally we get the mess of Season 5 and they all just give up. There's nearly no fight in them. Why can't they all just split up again? Why can't they send the Hollow to another realm? If you want to see how I would have written season 5, check out Don't It Just Break Your Heart. Essentially, how did Klaus not just force Elijah's memories back when everything started falling apart?
The last few seasons were rushed and poorly written because the writers were done, the actors were done, and Julie Plec didn't care.
But if you're interested, The Great War is planning to follow a lot of the cannon events but slowing things down a lot. I do have an added character to try and control the Mikaelsons slightly, but I'm trying to keep it true to how I see the events actually taking place if the characters are staying true to their character arcs.
As for the season between season 3 and 4, this is a little bit of spoilers for TGW, but yes, there definitely needs to be a season there. The time jump is ridiculous and we miss so much good character development.
Thanks for the ask! Sorry some of this is vague but I don't want to spoil TGW too much!
#fix it fic#season 4 and 5 are a hot mess#but seriously the writers just didnt care#i blame julie#long live the mikaelsons#tvdu#the great war wp#the originals#the vampire diaries#the mikaelsons#wattpad#tvd#anon ask#fandom asks#tvd anon ask#tvd ask#fandom answers#klaus mikaelson#elijah mikaelson#hayley marshall#hope mikaelson
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Doordash AU
I can't believe i"m still on this damn au it's so silly lmao.
ALRIGHT SO, this one started from a single post showing someones DD Driver was named Sunny. And then it spiraled wildly out of control into something with FEELINGS and PLOT.
Casual Info/Synopsis this time cause idk how to shorten it~
YN is a stay at home artist. They've been a stay at home artist for years, and the longer they've done it, the more reclusive they've become. They don't make a crazy amount, but they can pay the bills on their small one-bed apartment with a combo livingroom/kitchen area. It's not much, but it's enough for them. Social anxiety has only gotten worse over the last few years and aside from the occasional last resort trip out to the store to get something they can't wait on, they do most of their grocery shopping online, and when they're feeling like a little self care, ordering delivery, as a treat. They frequent the same 3 or 4 restaurants, loosely the same times during the week, and it's become enough of a habit they recognize a couple of the dashers that bring them food.
One day there's a new name, Sunny, and when they arrive with their food, YN is, well, shocked. Animatronics/robots are not unheard of, but they're incredibly uncommon, and to have one just. Delivering food like this? It's super weird, but also kind of cool, but also kind of terrifying. And he's so cheerful. YNs shock is taken as an invitation to talk their ear off, and it's not until they get another delivery order that YN can get away, nearly 20 minutes later.
It's a whirlwind experience where they barely got a word in edgewise after it came out they drew for a living, a little bit of this bot's life story rambling out about how he used to work in a daycare with kids and his own love of arts and crafts. haha, yeah... Cool... But it was nice still, in a weird way. It's been a long time since they'd had any kind of extended conversation with another person, IN person.
The next time they meet is a few weeks later, and YN recognizes the driver right away, both excited and nervous. When he gets out of the car, awkward and gangly and way too tall for it, he's bouncing just as much as they feel inside. Their food is almost totally forgotten as YN gets picked up in a hug before he catches himself, old habits die hard, and the first little nickname drop happens. The talking goes on and on, though more two sided this time now that the shock and awe of first meeting has waved off a bit. He's still damn tall and so crazy animated, how'd he end up doing this instead of taking care of kids like he'd mentioned before. though this time it's all about YNs job, and how that works. he's fascinated and full of questions, the first hints of looking into other avenues of gaining income (why does he need income?) dropped.
Another delivery order comes in and he wilts, visibly, and the casual idea of him coming back end of his run is toed into existence, but YN waves it off... That could be awkward. But now they know what his usual schedule is.
The next time he arrives is deliberate. YN has been ordering food from the same restaurant at the same time for a few days in a row. They're getting tired of it, but when Sunny's name pops up again, they're ready. This should be his last delivery of the night, so when he shows up, a little more reserved after the denied hang out last time, he absolutely shines when YN invites them in to hang out for a while.
The two talk about everything and nothing, but as the sun starts to set, Sun himself has to excuse himself to go home. Something about driving in the dark not being too safe, and he goes.
This continues, YN ordering food near his end of shift so he can come by and visit, and slowly we learn about his situation. The plex is gone, burned down, and the animatronics that could be salvaged were sent to other locations. HE however, had been scrapped. Too damaged, not worth the repair. The timeline is hazy, but someone put him back together to a more working order (he wasn't THAT broken, but for fazbear's care, he was broken enough) and now that he's active again, his 'savior' has him working to earn his own keep to cover the electric cost to keep him running.
YN is sus of this right away. With as much as it seems like they have Sun working, the numbers don't add up. Especially as he explains how there's a dual battery system that swaps out to recharge one while the other runs. Like taking an internal nap. Theoretically, with a system like that he wouldn't need the extra electrical charge, the way a car battery can go years before needing to be swapped out... And swapping out a battery like that, depending on how it's made, shouldn't cost THIS much to power. But it's handwaved for a while as the two get closer.
There's time where we have the first moon scare, but he's relatively calm, there's a power out one of the times Sun stays for a lights-on sleepover, YN working on a commission when the power goes out and they lose connection. At this point YN just thinks Sun is afraid of the dark, because kids and stuff, and the topic of Moon has been... skirted around. Mutually. Moon isn't ready to test if this human is going to be weirded out by there being two of them, let alone that the second one is HIM. They're a fascinating human though, so he'll allow this friendship for now, and just ride shotgun. Until he's forced into the pilot seat.
something something, YN knows now. Sort of. But no explanation. "Time for bed." Is initiated and YN is disturbed but also compliant because who's gonna argue with the definitely not sun 7 foot tall robot with glowing red eyes? Not them, that's for sure. DEBATING A JOKING 'No good night kiss?' nervous laugh moment that does indeed get a good night kiss, or just leave it ominous. Relevant later.
BUT Sun avoids talking about what happened that night. YN wakes up and they're gone and it takes a bit to get Sun to show up again, and he's once again hesitant and sheepish, but there's no harm done. He still isn't ready to talk about it. APPARENTLY his hang out time isn't something his 'savior' is too appreciative of though. And YN is getting mad about this for them. Cause they don't quite understand how much they're getting taken advantage of. They know something is off, but they don't quite have the scope of it down.
Operation Steal Sunny initiated.
Which... Honestly just consists of YN going back to this dudes house with them to drop off the car and anxiously navigate the bus system until it gets a little too confusing and just break down and call an Uber instead. Sun is very anxious about this. For Moon reasons. For 'I'm property' reasons. For how will i afford power reasons. For a lot of other reasons too.
He doesn't want to turn the lights out. Cause Moon is PISSED. He was content to just do what they were doing cause that human wasn't getting rid of them. There's no guarantee YN won't, especially once they have to deal with Moon on the regular too. Spoiler, he's so used to acting out for the sake of getting a rise out of people he's not used to just... being chill cause he CAN be chill anymore, so gremlin mode will dial down slowly.
BUT he has to test limits. Push buttons. He doesn't really want to hurt YN cause they have genuinely been nice and he wants to think they're being sincere in their attempt to help them, but there's always that grain of salt. They thought the other human was trying to help them but they were just getting used for free income. What's to say this 'starving artist' won't do the same? So he does the chase song and dance, the threats, minor injuries to see if it'd be enough to scare YN into showing true colors... And they ARE scared, but they also know Sun at this point. Even if Moon is gonna be shitty, and they say as much, Sun is their friend, and they aren't gonna let him go back. Even if it means putting up with Moon.
WHICH HURTS, but in a way that warms his heart sorta. Like.. OK OW? But also deserved. He's not done poking the bear, though, but again, bit by bit he goes from full gremlin mode to spikey roommate to soft nap lord. With gremlin habits still. He wouldn't be moon if he wasn't a pest sometimes.
The GOOD thing about some of this, is Sun has no GPS on him. The phone he used was left behind (thinking about that at least) and aside from the deliveries he completed, there's no real track for the other dude to figure out where he is, so it's a pretty casual domestic life for a while.
Sun and Moon both are still anxious they aren't pulling their weight while YN is struggling a bit more to make bills happen, shorting food to make sure the electric gets paid as the bill does go up a good bit, but they're making it work sorta.
The topic comes up again about working with kids, and they start to keep an eye on job openings for babysitting, and maybe dog walking but dogs are definitely not children, and asking around at a couple different local, small daycares, that might end up with job openings.
The tentative babysitting goes well at first, but finding a family or two that'll stick, because creepy animatronic, is harder. The kids love it, mostly, but the parents are weirded out. One or two recognize Sun's design as the old fazbear model, and they seem interested, and it's something at least. Eventually down the line, there IS an opening at a daycare and thus starts late-game plot.
The dude finds out. An animatronic working at a daycare narrows it down PRETTY HARD. That's his property, and his money. He wants them back. Sun is opposed and there is no longer any programming that states he has to listen to him just because he has receipts.
FAZBEAR finds out, and along with the fact that Sun still looks like Superstar Daycare Sun that's IP theft, also their software/patent info walking around that should be in a scrap heap. THEY want him back, but mostly to scrap him properly.
Problem.
To Be Continued…
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Do you have any voice headcannons for your shade of scales characters?
this is an amazing question.
sos takes place in Naarm / Melbourne Australia, so a lot of characters have Australian accents which isn't overly common for a lot of voice head canon videos/etc (there are lots of characters from different backgrounds as well, and most have semi-Australian accent mixed with where they are from, but some do not - it is hard to find good voices as most are American and it is very much NOT an american story - something that I'm very into making sure that my characters and story isn't American and isn't adjusted to be easier for US default ism). so im just going to go over some common voice actors / descriptions and say "they're kinda like this" and give some mannerisms I use in the text!
Emily: soft, very shy voice but has some confidence. so thinking characters like Glimmer from Shera or Horse from Centaurworld. Generally speaks with full words and doesn't like to shorten words.
Katrina: Talks very fast, in short spurts and rambles easily. Vi from Arcane could work but not quite? She's really hard. I was inspired a lot by Peril from WOF when writing her so probably similar to Peril HCs.
Jasper: Soft, kind male protagonist archetype with his voice. Thinking of how people might hc Clay from WOF or Alderheart from Warrior Cats.
Hayden: Hayden's very much a typical "angsty" male protag type. So any characters that are similar to that kind of voice (think Zuko, Flame & Winter from WOF, and characters like that). Talks very fast.
Hyeon: Hyeon's the character I very explicitly describe their voice multiple times. Its very raspy and almost dragon like as they can't shift between forms properly, so their voice is kind of "stuck". They don't speak much and when they do it sounds more formal than you'd expect.
Other side characters that I have some info on:
Roxanne: Any character that's associated with Queen Scarlet from wof is kind of almost there? Also Marina (the music artist) as a lot of her songs are Roxanne's theme songs and I made her while listening to a lot of that kind of music. Very sly, very controlled voice. She doesn't lose her composure often so
Sen: I havent' posted much stuff on her here yet but she defs has a very typical soft motherly voice, an actual nice mother who cares deeply for others.she would have a fairly heavy South Indian accent as she grew up there then moved to Australia.
also as a side note, the characters in SOS would probably have heavier australian accents than modern australian accents due to that the timeline of sos diverts in 2000, so less american tv and culture could influence accents.
#i watched so many oc voice claim videos to answer this and yoink ideas for it#i have 0 original ideas i do not know how to find voice actors or voices for my ocs i am so sorry#meroaw asks#asks#shade of scales#lore#world building#thank you for asking such a cool quesiton this was REALLY FUN TO THINK ABOUT#my dragons all have australian accents im sorry to break it to everyone
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Book #138 - The Crimson Fortress by Akshaya Raman
(probably the only book with "published first draft" vibes that I would pay actual money to read a re-do of)
So, uh... what the shit happened?
Don't get me wrong, the first half of this book was fine. Maybe stumbling a bit, here and there, but The Ivory Key did, too, so, like... it's fine. Especially because fuck, was I looking forward to this!
And then...
And then the pacing just started picking up speed and kept getting faster and faster and faster, until the details, the descriptions, the explanations, the transitions, the character beats, disappeared from the page and it was just action, just plot, like a fucking summary-
Okay. To maybe illustrate what I mean, an example.
There is a chapter, close to the climax, that is about 1.5 pages long (for the last ~100 pages, the chapters shorten from about 8-15 pages to 1-4 pages. Feel like that's important to mention) and it's from Ronak's perspective. In it,
- he sees his sister faint
- he registers that there are no further traps in the room, other than the thing that made Vira faint and that seems to have been a one-time thing
- he knicks The McGuffin (that he had given to Vira in the first place, so why even- ugh) from Vira
- he decides to just carry her, because they need to continue their search for The Villain and hopefully she'll wake up on the way?
- he hears and then sees The Villain's Goons draw near and realizes he can't hide
- he decides to throw the McGuffin he just knicked at the enemies as a distraction, so that he has time to run? (btw, this is the last McGuffin the bad guys need to complete the Evil Plan and Ronak knows that, ffs)
- he flees, carries Vira to safety
- Vira wakes up and he tells her that he gave away the McGuffin
... in one and a half pages. And this isn't a dense, 6-point font kinda book. This is a normal, standard YA formatted book.
The fact that Ronak gave away the McGuffin never leads to conflict, btw. The next Vira chapter does not start with her yelling at him. It does not feature a fight, or even a discussion, or at least a mention of what Ronak did. It is just accepted, and then not mentioned again, like Ronak didn't do something extremely short-sighted and dumb, yet a-fucking-gain.
Also, Kaleb is just kind of a non-entity in the final showdown? Like, he has the Secret Weapon to Deafeat The Villain, and he hands it over to a very hurt Vira, who limps across the room to get it from him, so she can then limp back to the somehow still distracted Villain to defeat her?? And that's all he does, that's his entire contribution to the fight. We don't even get to know where he is in the room.
So basically, Kaleb just stands there, paralysed by things outside his control, watching his siblings do their usual things (Riya - be rebellious and combative, Vira - be the one chosen to do the important bit, Ronak - get himself into danger for nothing but ego) and honestly, it's like nothing changed at all between these...
... Actually, I will just choose not to read into that scene any further, if it's all the same to you.
Speaking of Kaleb, I loved his character arc (and he does have one, even if it's a bit tell-don't-show, due to the pacing problem), but it wouldn't have hurt to actually see Lukas in the denouement. Just a bit. A glimpse. A line. A presence. Or am I asking too much.
Like, when Lukas was introduced and Kaleb and him started exhibiting romantic tension, I was hyped, because the blackmailing thing had so much juicy angst potential, and then it just kinda- ugh.
And the worst thing is that I can't even dislike this book! Because the imagination that I loved in The Ivory Key was still there! There is, very clearly, a lot of coherency and thought behind this story. The characters and their relationships and the plot make sense. And they stay consistent throughout. It's just that... for about 150 pages, suddenly this lavishly described, evocative world gets stripped to its bones, as if the clock is running out and it is only conveying bullet points to me anymore, because it wants to get to the end before the bell rings.
And then the denouement is completely normal again, as if nothing happened. As if I fucking hallucinated this skeleton of a third act.
Ugh, what I wouldn't give to read a version of this that's... well, actually finished. Hm.
#the ivory key#the crimson fortress#akshaya raman#wow i read the ivory key a whole 100 books ago#damn how time flies
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Korean Rock Cont.
As a disclaimer, I don't know Korean. I don't know much about Korea. I'm not some Koreaboo who's thirsting for KDA or BTS. My highest level of interaction with Korean is workes like Train to Busan 1(/2), #Alive, and All of Us Are Dead... And judicious googling.
Name:
Far as I can tell, name meanings don't much matter in Black Lagoon. Okajima Rokuro doesn't refer to some hidden depths. It's just a reasonably common name that isn't, like, the Japanese equivalent of Tom, Dick, or Harry.
That said, Okajima can be read as Island Mountain. I'm going with Choi (which apparently means something about owning land near mountains), but I could also go with Jeup, which is apparently a name in NK referring to Koreans that marry Japanese (and could be used to explain away Rock knowing Japanese and knowing a decent amount about the Yakuza).
Rather than trying to learn what each of the Hanja characters means and trying to find a really meaningful name that works to mean Green Son, like Rokuro does, I'm going to be lazy and use a popular name from the 70's, and give Rock two brothers to use the Generational Name aspect of Korean conventions. Specifically, Rock's name is now Sung-Hoon, his older brother is Sang-Hoon, and he has a younger brother named Ji-Hoon.
And, since his name's not Rokuro, so Revy can't shorten it to Rock, and I'm not one to keep details the same between AUs when it doesn't make sense, his new nickname's Koi. Because he bites his tongue when introducing himself, and this way people can make jokes about shooting fish in a barrel and I can allude to the Dragon to Koi pipeline in mythology.
Family & History:
Choi Sung-Hoon is born in August 1970 in Busan. His grandfather tells him war stories, and his uncle and grandfather tell him exaggerated stories about being police officers.
His older brother goes to join the police like his uncle and grandfather. Koi follows his father into business. His younger brother stays with the military after his required service is up.
He grows up idolizing the "action-packed" lives his extended family leads, but he's not quite willing to put himself into that kind of situation without it being out of his control. Because of this, he winds up feeling jealous of his brothers and develops adrenaline-junky habits.
The most exciting time of his life - before joining Lagoon Company - is serving as a border guard during his required service. He even got to be involved in a lowkey border dispute - arguably an international incident that threatened to restart conflicts - during a defection. During this, he sees that he wings one of the enemy, and presumes it leads to the other man's death. He's correct.
It's one of the moments he relies on to keep sane during the drudgery of office work. It's one of his proudest memories.
Then, in 1995, while working for either Hanjin, HMM, or - for some reason - still Asahi, the events of Black Lagoon begin.
Guns and Excitement:
Koi's a bit of a daydreamer when he doesn't have something to focus on. He's also a big fan of Westerns, Noire, and Buddy Cop films. He craves but is terrified of the excitement in his daily life. One of the reasons he takes on some of the more... hasty or idiotic actions in his life is to lowkey chase the thrills he sees Revy regularly take part in.
One of the most apparent representations of this particular interest is his mild obsession with the primary firearm of the Korean police force at the time, the S&W Model 19. He even buys one in an omake-style "after credits scene" for the arc Calm Down, Two Men, where Revy walks in on him posing with it.
Revy showing him the finer points of gunslinging is a consistent aspect of background action. It's a source of noodle incidents and a diegetic explanation for why Rock is able to shoot semi-decently when it finally comes up, and why he's able to keep his cool more and more as the series progresses.
Like Fish Shooting Out of a Barrel:
As to when Rock is shown actively participating in the action... I'm reticent to provide a fine point on this. I think there are a number of good moments that could be used for the overall timeline we're presented with.
Personally, though, I might go with the Dance of Death Arc, to give weight to the people around Koi's feelings that he's being corrupted by his stay in Roanapur. Or maybe Fujiyama Gangsta Paradise, if Koi's still contracted for that job.
It could work for Wire Red Wild Card, too. Have him give the finishing blow to one of the brothers.
whatever the case, I think it's important to show his competence with firearms in this AU. Even if it's only him being shown to be doing maintenance on the various, more generic weapons available to Lagoon company. Even if it's as a final act for the series...
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14 years ago a friendship I had just fucked up really bad and very quickly, I decided I was done with their shit when they scream to me on the middle of a hallway when everyone was coming out of class (this was in college). They screamed "I just don't know how to talk you anymore, it's been a week I just don't know". I was mad angry for weeks, I couldn't tell my part of the story because it involved a third party who wanted to remain silent. So, that was just the first occasion they tried to put on display what a nasty person I am. I mean, im not nice. I'm actually a really petty bitch.
But also I was bullied all elementary school, until I got angry enough to fight back.
Anger has always been there to protect me. When I was a teenager I thought I was only able to feel horny or angry... And of course, as every undiagnosed mentally ill teen, sometimes both at the same time.
18 years ago, I had my first queer partner. I was so immature and also very damn naive. Never crossed my mind that my partner on that moment could say or do shit just with the intention to hurt me, to make me feel less than and/or ashamed. They were always quizzing me about the most random shit and of course, making fun of me when I didn't knew the answer. Other of their talents was gaslighting, the fucked up part is that I trusted them. So when they tell me: "You are making such a fucking drama out of nothing" (Eeeeven when I had the right to be mad AF with them). We didn't last long, the aftermath was the worst part, the manipulation, the letters, the desperated tries to regain control of me...
Anger was there, when they tried to ridicule me for crying about a close relative been in intensive cares: "Why are you crying? You are not going to solve anything with crying, if they die, they die".
It was my anger hanging up the call. It was my anger blocking them on every fucking platform. It was my anger burning all their presents. It was my anger again, protecting me.
19 years ago, my partner at the time break up with me because "I had so many damn problems, and they wanted something more simple". I mean I can't blame them, I was a fucking disaster, but the way they behaved when I wasn't feeling good, always made me feel so out of place, too much to handle, so damn sensitive...
I knew they breaked-up with me because they were not honest about not been ok with having an open relationship, months later I hooked up with their partner, I've always been this petty. It was a one-time kind of thing. I don't know if that was my anger, but it did made me feel better.
Today I was feeling very fucking angry at my wife, we are having a rough patch, you know the drill: money and patience shortens at the same fucking speed, or so it seems. I've been feeling really angry, but also very fucking sad. My anger is trying to save me again.
My anger doesn't understand that I have grew, that right here, right now I can be vulnerable. But it was awaken because my wife told me today: "I don't know how to talk you without you making a huge fuss". The other day she told me: "You were supposed to do this fucking thing, are you gonna play dumb to also not do this other thing" It was the facial expressions and the tone... I took a deep breath and told her: "the hell is going on with you?". This days have been hard. And believe me, I'm not trying to excuse that uncool attitude.
I have been thinking about this for days: "How can I make her understand that the way she's speaking to me is unnecessary rude". Then I remembered that song of L.P., "Lost in You"
Hold me like you never lost your patience.
It always makes me tear up.
Don't get me wrong, my wife is my favorite person, my best friend. Been triggered by this things is not her fault, BUT is my responsibility to tell her to watch her words, and speak to me in the same way she wants so be spoken to.
Just because I don't want my anger to protect me from her, I know it will hurt her back. I couldn't forgive myself if I do anything like the shit that was done to me.
In this vulnerability I grow, I flourish, but I also honor my anger, because that bitch had always, always had my back.
#emotional abuse#social anxious#saint anger#fucking empathy#tw depressing stuff#queer relationships#relationship lesbian#gaslightingawareness
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the lift.
STEVE ROGERS. MARVEL. ┃ USEFUL LINKS.
❝ request by anon: Girl I love that we must watch all the same things because your masterlist is heaven!! I love all the characters lol Can I request an imagine for reader x Steve Rogers where the reader is an avenger but her and Bucky are super close where everyone thinks they’re together, but it’s platonic. Reader and Steve have massive crushes on each other, but are two idiots who don’t realize it. The team has to help hem figure it out?? Or you can switch them around it you want. I love Steve and Bucky equally 🤷♀️
❝ request by anon: Hey girl! Awww yah! Requests are open 🎉 Can I request something for Steve Rogers? Maybe a prompt of “You came to my room at 4am...to cuddle?" I’m a sucker for Steve so honestly anything you write is fine 😅
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“This is a bad idea, sir”.
The metallic voice from F.R.I.D.A.Y. speaks throughout the living room. Even she knows that locking you and Steven inside the lift isn't going to help you to realize what you feel for each other.
“Sh…” Stark utters before taking a sip from his glass of whisky.
All the Avengers are there. Natasha has made popcorn to share with Bruce, while Pepper is trying to persuade his husband to stop, asking Bucky for help. But he just shrugs in her direction.
“Do you have plans for tonight?” The captain asks resting his waist against the railing, placing his hands there too.
“Nope. I think I'm just… gonna order some food and have a quiet night”. You shake your head, holding a S.H.I.E.L.D. file closer to your chest. “Why? You have another option?”
“Nope”. He imitates you with a soft grimace, almost giggling. “Sounds good to me, ma'am”.
“Oh, so, will I be blessed with your presence, Capta—”.
You can't finish the joke when the lift shakes slightly by stopping. A loud roar turns the lights inside red. Steve walks to the control, hitting every button on it as if this gesture could make it work again. And you're starting to sweat. You have claustrophobia and suddenly these four walls feel too close to each other. Like, really close.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” He exclaims once and again before turning at you, hyperventilating sitting on the floor. “Hey, hey, hey! Are you okay?”
“I ca— I can't breathe, Steve”. You barely babble.
“Okay, okay, don't panic. It's okay”. Keeping as much calm as he can, the soldier removes the file from your hands to take off your jacket.
“Let the lift fall a little”. Tony casually pronounces the command to his A.I., making everyone in the room turn at him.
The lift falls a little. And the whole damn city can hear you screaming. Steve is on the verge of his nerves, standing up to try to force the doors and open them. You may be somewhere between the twentieth and the twenty-first floor. But they feel like both are hermetically closed.
“Hello? Anybody hear us?” The Captain screams from the bottom of his lungs, palming and hitting the walls.
“God, I'm gonna die”. You whisper in tears, causing your friend to kneel again close to you.
He doesn't doubt taking you into his strong arms, maneuvering to sit on the floor and put you onto his laps, tightly wrapping you against his chest. Steve rocks you, wanting you to calm down and to not think where you are, nor what's happening. He has protected and comforted you before, but this time where not even F.R.I.D.A.Y. is responding, you know it's the end. And you don't want to die in silence.
“I love you”. You sob, hiding your face under his jaw, gripping your fingers in his shirt.
He laughs quietly, leaving a kiss on top of your head. “I love you too”.
He hasn't understood you.
“I love you, Steve”. You repeat the confession. “I don't wan— wanna… die without telling you”.
“Don't be dramatic”. He scoffs, not replying to what you have just said.
Stark never thought it wouldn't happen this fast, but now, everybody is celebrating your revelation.
“Can you, for the love of God, take them out of there?" Pepper almost begs, knowing how bad do you feel in closed spaces.
“Just… one minute else”.
The excuse they gave you both was that they were training and minding their own business. But the A.I. is everywhere, so at least you don't believe them. And you can't stop thinking about what you told Steve. He hasn't acted weird after it, probably imagining it has been part of the moment. But it's not.
Getting up from your bed, not being able to sleep, you tour the long hallways to his dorm. Taking a deep breath as you notice the light under the door, you come closer to knock it. Walking inside and closing the room behind your back, you rest it against the iron door. The soldier is lying on his mattress, reading a book about Sherlock Holmes. But the story is left in the background when he raises his eyes towards you and a funny grimace appears on his face.
“You came to my room at fou—”.
“I was serious”. You interrupt him with a firm tone. Swallowing, you close your eyes to find the encouragement to repeat your words somehow. “I'm in love with you, Steve. Ever since”.
His gesture suddenly disappears, causing you to tremble a little. But before you can continue speaking, he tosses the sheets by his side over him to palm the bed. In silence, you walk straight to it slowly, hesitating. As soon as his arms can surround you, he pushes you onto his chest, tucking you there. He didn't believe the excuse Stark gave you either. It wasn't a coincidence.
“I love you too”. He whispers, not like a secret, but only wanting you to hear his —surprisedly— honeyed voice. “I can't even explain what you make me feel, but you complete me in the most perfect way. And I was good being your friend. I can't anymore now”.
Steve is aware he doesn't need vocal permission to kiss you, bringing his lips to yours. You don't hold back a soft sigh, leaving a hand on his chest and landing the other on his neck. At first, you don't have any rush. You take your time tasting each other's lips until he finds your tongue with his and something explodes within your guts. Soon the two of you are breathless, needed for more, pawing and exploring your anatomies under your clothes.
“I want to make you mine”. The soldier growls against your mouth, settling himself between your legs to shorten any kind of distance, losing the shame that still characterizes him sometimes.
“And, what are you waiting for, Captain?” You gasp tangling your fingers into the golden locks of hair.
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Micro-mermaid Chenera Part 1
So, I know I'm, like two months late for Mermay, BUT. I had this amazing dream about micro-mermaids.
So hear me out- mermaids- half fish half human right? Deep sea mermaids/sirens would get HUGE to combat the pressure and stuff right? Well take it the other direction tiny pools in the amazon or the tropics, where we find guppies and betas and little very vibrant, very little fish but with a fantasy twist- micro-mermaids. Adults as big as your fingers, with kids and babies the size of your fingertips and finger nails, based on real fish, like betas, guppies, oscars, mollys, tetras and the like.
My mom ALWAYS kept at least one fish tank growing up, usually fresh water, one time she kept a brackish tank too, saltwater tanks were always too pricy for us BUT SO PRETTY TO STARE AT- AT THE FISH STORES. It's a life long hobby for her that she passed down to at least one of my sisters, my other sister is into guppies and betas almost exclusively and the different kinds and colors just within those two varieties are almost endless. And watching fish swim in a beautiful and healthy fish tank is documented to help out mentally and ease anxiety and even depression. Imagine what it would be like to have a tank of micro mermaids! Especially multiple kinds the way most will have multiple kinds of fish in a tank. I also got the idea from watching a documentary about how TINY little seahorses can be and of course My Little Mermaid- inner tween said 'tiny seahorse needs tiny micro-mermaid to ride it!' And of course seahorses especially are notoriously difficult to keep in captivity. If micro-mermaids were real, I'd imagine the same kind of thing. An expensive hobby that most would dump money into just for the privlidge of having their own wonder of nature.
And just like we have fish stores and fish breeders, think micro-mermaid breeders. Some are really good, others can be crappy, and this story follows a responsible, loving breeder, (more or less based on my mom who I love immesurably)
But me, being...well me, I can't write anything and not have a bit of angst, a good pinch of romance, eventual consentual smutty goodness and eventual happily ever afters. So...heads up.
Also since little fish tend to have shortened lifespans of only a few years, I'd imagine a micro-mermaid's lifespan would be similar in that they'd be shortened as well, so when you read cycles, that's in days. But also don't think of it as to the mermaids being years, if a micro-mermaid is 22 cycles, aka 22 days old, it's approxomately 11 years old in human terms so these guys are literally babies and kids when we meet them and get to watch them 'grow up' so to speak. So again, cycles=days divided in half= human years as point of reference.
But considering most merfolk in the ocean would live for who knows how long- if the average beta can live 2-5 years, lets say micro-mermaids can live to be 5-8 years old. Which compared to most little freshwater fish, is still, practically ancient. time passes differently for different beings, like dog years/human years/elven years kind of thing.
Cool? Cool. Let's dive in! (pun intended)
Micro-Mermaid
Chenera
Part 1
Ethel watched with baited breath from outside the glass as your parents gently used their billowy fins to circulate fresh oxygenated water across their eggs that had they laid in their small cave, made out of a large, fancy geode that Ethel had put into their tank to use as their cave to lay and hatch their young, the pockets of facets in the geode assisting to keep the eggs secure so that they would stay put and hatch successfully.
Ethel was a micro-mermaid breeder, and your parents were considered “royal chameleon” merfolk, a breed made special in that they could, like a chameleon, change their colors to suit their environment, but their fin structure and body confirmation was as if you crossed a beta with a mermaid, but in the micro scale, their large, billowy fins, long hair and plump bodies, an ethereal ideal for the subspecies.
And at a certain stage in their lives, she would put the adolescents into a much brighter colored tank, with things like hunks of gold and platinum and special rocks surrounded by color shifting fabrics on the outside of the glass so that the adolescents would always change into fancy, bright colors with precious metal accents and shifts of colors and special effects to their fins so that they could attract an equally colorful, healthy and vibrant mate and therefore, be worth much more on the market to enhance already immaculate genetics.
Ethel’s other tanks had schools of other micro mermaids of all kinds, from guppies, oscars, swordtails, molly’s, tetras and the like. Ethel was quite the collector and seemed to have every variety of micro mermaid both in nature and that could be bred in captivity and she was highly sought after in the industry because she treated each micro mermaid with the same tender loving care that she would treat her own children, if she had ever got to have them and her home might as well have been a mini aquarium since she ran one of the high end, micro-mermaid aquariums in the city and her home was where she bred the majority of her stock and her personal favorites that she was especially attached to.
Ethel preferred to sell mated pairs of micro-mermaids since micro mermaids preferred to mate for life but others preferred the “harem method” having a few females to a single male to get more clutches of eggs and thus, more micro-mermaids to sell since all the females could be laying clutches of eggs but that was usually harder on the female since she would have to care for the eggs mostly on her own since the male’s attention would be divided among all the clutches of eggs and even in the harem style, the male would prefer the company of his favorite and thus her eggs as well, and while that method got more micro-mermaids in volume, it usually always lacked in quality, the micro-mermaids would be slim, aggressively competitive and prey driven and would only live half as long, but wild caught micro-mermaids usually died before they could produce a clutch in captivity and capturing wild micro-mermaid clutches could be almost impossible since they usually hid them so well. Especially since male micro-mermaids could be very territorial once as mated adults. But before the mating process as adults, males could be housed together as kids and teens while in captivity.
Ethel had one particular tank though where she called it the “odds and ends” tank, where usually the last of her older micro-mermaids had clutches and died before the eggs could fully develop, where she would move the clutches into the large tank to be cared for by the community, something like an orphanarium for micro-mermaids that had a little bit of everything in it and to see so many varied individuals, and sometimes divided off into schools, it was one of her favorites to sit and watch and drink her tea.
She would even get clutches from other breeders, who would usually get overwhelmed or would run out of funds to keep the tanks going since micro-mermaids could be a very expensive hobby because they had a very specific and very demanding feeding and housing requirements depending on the subspecies, the salt water varieties being the most so. But in this particular room, was the “freshies”, she had other rooms in her house, the “brackies” or brackish water types, and her most coveted, the “salties” that room she kept under lock and key since the occupants of that room were worth thousands of dollars each and everything had to be controlled specifically and carefully.
Ethel usually had the laying and hatching process down to a meticulous science, she liked to keep her tanks at a specific temperature for the “incubation” process, where the eggs themselves would incubate at what Ethel had found over the years- was the “perfect” temperature so that almost all the eggs would hatch, the adults would be comfortable, but at the same time, the food she would put into the tanks to feed the micro-mermaids would not rot and attract flies or other scavengers who would try to fly into the house and prey not only on the mico-mermaid’s food but on the micro mermaids themselves.
You were one of the first to hatch, the egg’s shell breaking to allow you to break free as you squirmed out and into your father’s hands before he caught a few of your siblings who did the same before he cooed to you and greeted you happily as you opened your big eyes up at him and snuggled into his chest before he waited for your siblings to get their first and only milk from your mother, that would set up your gut to eat for a lifetime, before you were swapped out with your siblings and once you had your first milk, then you were brought up to the surface to get just a small breath of air so your air bladders would be filled and so you could navigate the whole tank easily before both of your parents touched your head, and the heads of all your siblings to the gold nugget in the tank so that all of you would have golden heads and hair, a trait that both your parents and Ethel prided themselves on.
It also served as a marker for which group you came from, your parents were the “gold standard” of the subspecies of beta-micro-mermaids. And other pairs had different metals or different colored stones so that each pair and their children would have that “mark” to signify which ones came from which parents for future breeding purposes, so that just by looks, they could decipher your genetics instead of having to go to the master gentics manual to decipher it all the time.
Now with the air in your air bladder and your first milk in your system, now your life fully began as you fully woke up and became conscious and thus wriggly and your siblings began exploring the tank as Ethel sprinkled in “baby bits” which was a composite of larve, krill, mackerel, anchovy, feeder-fish as well as algae as you and your siblings happily began “hunting” your first real meal, some of them using the surprise attack, whereas you and a few of your other siblings used the “stalking” method, hiding behind the roots and foliage of the plants at the top of the tank before you “pounced” and grabbed ahold of your favorite little bit and bit down into it, like a big loaf of bread that got softer to eat the more it was in the water as your tiny little teeth helping you eat it as you chewed it and held it between your two tiny hands and swam down back down to the bottom and sat in the soft sandy area, which was affectionately known as “the sand pit” with your other siblings who had hatched within the last few moments as your parents were busy helping the others that were hatching and repeating the process over and over until the whole clutch hatched.
“Well hello there beauties!” Ethel greeted as she waived with a big smile as you looked over and while your first instinct was to freeze and change into the color of your surroundings, to see your parents waiving back seemed to relax the rest of you.
“It’s ok, that’s Ethel, she’s the one who takes care of us and feeds us.” Your parents introduced before you used your tiny hands to waive back like your parents had as Ethel’s smile grew wider and more excited before she sprinkled in more “baby bits” for your siblings that would be hatching in the next few hours before she left and went to her other tanks to check up on the couples and the other clutches of eggs to repeat her process as she then tried to take notes of the other hatchlings and trying to count to see how many had hatched that day and once you were all full, you piled up in the silky soft sand to take your first rest from your first full day.
Since micro-mermaids aged quickly, it was only a few weeks and all of you had grown into playful rambunctious kids, swimming and chasing each other around the tank, building up strength and stamina, Ethel had turned the temperature of the tank down to a cooler temperature to incite your appetite and help you bulk up and gain a layer of fat over your buddening muscle and your parents had given all of you names to keep you accounted for as you learned language and all the various kinds of communication, at this point in time, all of you had the same gold heads and hair but could take on the colors of your surroundings so that some of you took on the sandy color of the “sand pit” or others had taken on the green color of the foliage of the plants that grew in the tank or the colorful geode and if it wasn’t for your gold heads, Ethel would have the hardest time finding any you in the tank besides your parent's who's colors for the most part had "fixed" into permanant colors. Your mother a colorful pearlescent, your father a striking metalic green, blue, purple and black.
The very few eggs that didn’t make it, your parents had given to Ethel to dispose of respectfully so as not to incite cannibalism and in the exchange you each got to touch Ethel's larger, but wrinkled hand and had carressed it as Ethel cooed at you, watching you all fondly and noting each one's unique colors and personality.
You had been one of the ones who liked to play in the foliage and plants at the top of the tank, often leaping out of the water to splash in the water at the top of the tank, a few times, hitting the lid, at first, it was on accident, then it was on purpose, to let Ethel know that you and your family were hungry as Ethel often chuckled at your antics when you would watch her make her rounds and feed the rest of the tanks.
“Who is keeping who here?” She would often chortle as she laid a few pieces of raw mackerel into the tank to watch your parents, you and your siblings, use little shards as "weapons" from the geode as well as little pieces of bones from previous meals to stab and attack the pieces and devour it, often having to fish out the bones out later with her little net. Micro-beta-mermaids had one of the most demanding and specific diets whereas the others wouldn't be so picky. But the better the food now, the better quality the micro-beta mermaid and better health and long life you would enjoy in later life. For Ethel, it was worth the money, time and effort to make sure each little being thrived the best they could.
Ethel's younger "adopted children" who she employed were more tech savy and had cameras set up on Ethel's most beautiful tanks with the more precious and prized occupants and set up a YouTube channel and live feed channels and seeing baby micro-mermaid babies hatch was always popular and Ethel's business boomed.
And while Ethel didn’t have children of her own, she seemed to adopt many who came into the micro-mermaid hobby and you saw many of the same people, most who worked for her would come and check up on Ethel on her days off and bring their children who often stared with big, starry eyes at you and your siblings as well as the others so that all of you got used to seeing different people so that when you would eventually be mated up, being moved into the store front wouldn’t be that big of a deal to you. It had been a tried and true method for Ethel for the last forty years and most followed her excelent example.
Then, one day, a small group fairies broke into the place and roused you from your sleep as you saw the glittering glows move around the room as you left the sleep pile in the sand pit to see what was going on and swam to the top and by now, you had grown big and strong enough to lift the lid as you cracked it open just enough to see better. But that seemed to be just what another was waiting for as you were grabbed and yanked from the tank as you screamed, all the water in your lungs splashing out as you watched in horror as other curious ones had also been yanked from their tanks and were being moved to a large plastic bag with hardly any water in it, as you squirmed and thrashed and took your little stone pick like blade that you always had tucked into the longer scales around your tailfin and stabbed at the vicious creature trying to fly you to the bag as the bag was picked up and several fairies were trying to fly it out of the house.
But your attempts to free yourself from it's grasp worked, it let you go and you thankfully landed onto the back of the other fairy, pick first so as to stab it by the heart, before you bounced off of it’s back into another lid of the tank, this tank being the odds and ends one, but the force of you hitting the fairy, bouncing off the fairy, and hitting the lid- shut the lid to keep anything else from getting in or out and had actually drowned the little vicious fairy trying to steal what it could from that tank and in the darkness, you swam until you felt the gravel of the bottom of the tank and swam until you found the deepest depression, under another cave and hid yourself in the darkness, using it’s dark nature to turn yourself as black as the night’s darkness itself, except for your gold head and hair which you used to hide in the deepest part of the little crevice like cave, moving the gravel around under it to make room for you to ball yourself into.
Come morning Ethel awoke to the horror to see that her home had come under attack as none of the micro-merfolk would come up from the bottom of the tank as she opened all the tanks and once opened the odds and end’s tank to see the drowned fairy floating on the top which caused rage to fill her as she knew that someone or something had incited the fairies of all beings to break in and steal her precious stock as she immediately tried to do some damage control and try to figure out who and what was taken as it seemed each tank had micro-merfolk-children missing because a full adult would have been too big and too strong to steal and would have drowned whoever or whatever might have tried to take them as she went to her other rooms, the brackish room was thankfully locked, but she could see little scratches and claw marks at the doors and especially around the saltwater room. But the freshies were in her livingroom and thus, open to the rest of the house, that’s why it got hit. Almost all the tanks were missing at least one child, the name of each child missing being written in the little bit of algae that had accumalated on the glass since the last cleaning as Ethel used a big magnifying glass to see it and then translate it from the merfolk's language as Ethel just kept crying, her tears streaking down her wrinkled and weathered face and falling onto her reading glasses.
Ethel offered her condolences to the families that lost little ones and made a memorial for the ones who had been taken and fed all the tanks a “funeral” meal, which was the most expensive and most comforting food she could as she made some calls to her friends and business partners and employees, as well as the police to see what could be done as soon the police arrived and detectives arrived along with all of Ethel's friends and neighbors came to give Ethel comfort as the police and investigators tried to document the break in and get statements from everyone about the theft and make notes so that Ethel, who had each and every single one of her micro-merfolk insured, could contact her insurance company and begin the claim process.
Meanwhile Nona had awoken to see a couple of his adopted siblings had been attempted to be taken but something had shut the lid on the fairy so their particular tank had survived from losing anyone. Although with it being the odds and ends tank, not much of really high value was in the tank to begin with. But looking out over to the other tanks in the room, he could see that the other tanks were mourning the loss of their own as the police were there, although they were finishing up the investigation and leaving with the drowned fairy and other pictures as proof of what had happened. But that also meant that they got a whole raw mackerel for the whole tank as everyone was feasting on it while he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, something gold - flashing, catching the light before it disappeared again.
He paused in eating and took off a hunk and went over to where he thought he saw the glint of gold and heard the gravel move under the cave before he got down on his belly and peered into the crevis under cave that was it's own little cave he supposed but he didn’t see anything but black but felt the most subtle pressure wave, as if something was moving around in the crevice under the cave. He took a chance and simply set the hunk of mackerel down at the mouth of the cave and went back a fair distance to see if anything would come out and take it and hid behind the base of one of the plants and waited a few long moments before he could just barely see a small glimmer of gold again, before a small, light sandy colored hand attached to a small goldish sandy colored arm reach out and grab the bit of mackerel before it quickly took it back into the crevice and he could have sworn he heard munching sounds of someone eating it.
He quickly went back to the whole mackerel and tried to swipe a larger piece and carry it back to the crevice and tore it into two pieces and laid one at the mouth again as he slowly chewed on the other half, only he didn’t swim away, instead he sat and tried to peer in to see what was in there before he saw a glimmer of gold then it quickly vanished.
It was definitely another micro-merperson. He just had never seen anyone like it before.
“Hello?” He called into the crevice but you were still too scared to venture any closer.
“Are you ok in there? Are you hurt? What’s your name?” He asked but instead you just tried to sink down into the darkness. The water was different in this tank. It didn’t smell or taste like home. It was foreign to you and you didn’t know what tank you had fallen into. You knew some micro-merpeople did not tolerate intruders and you were afraid that if you ventured out, you would be attacked, you were unarmed and only an elder child, you were no match for an adult or even subadult.
So instead, Nona finished his hunk of mackerel and gently used his colorful tail fin to push the rest of it into the crevice before you took the offered piece and ate that too, not knowing when you would get another chance to eat again.
“See? I’m not gonna hurt you. But I just really want to know if you’re ok. Are you’re ok in there?” Nona asked worriedly as he came in and you backed up as far as you could and tried to make yourself as small as you could, folding up your own billowing fins as small as they could be before he came in and started gently grasping around the crevice for you.
“It’s ok, I promise it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you.” Nona tried to reassure you as his fingertips grazed your fin and you quickly dove to another corner of the crevice to get away from him, but your movement caused the little bit of light to glint of your golden head and the shimmering black of your body as you moved and Nona could hear your labored breathing as he felt the water move around as you moved and settled again before he found the back of the cave and stretched out his hands as wide as he could and began to go forward again before you dove for the other corner on the other side, this time your outline was shown against the light coming in from the mouth of the crevice and all Nona saw was gold from your head, down your hair before it flowed into a shimmering pitch black again before Nona realized that you were no bigger than he was, in fact you were a little smaller than him and the scent on the water told him you weren’t from this tank, from another but he couldn’t recognize the scent because a clutch had never come into this tank from yours before. You were a kid, obviously from another tank, you must have been dropped in by the fairy, having grabbed you from another tank and trying to grab a second from his own tank.
“My name is Nona, and I’m 22 cycles old and we’re in the odd’s tank. You’re ok, you’re safe, no one is going to hurt you, not in this tank. Ethel’s really good about if there are any bullies, she pulls them out and puts them in the bully tank. You are not in the bully tank so you’re safe. I promise you, you’re safe. No one is going to hurt you. I won’t hurt you and I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you either.” Nona tried to reassure you as he came forward again as he closed his eyes and focused on the sounds of your breathing and even he could feel your fast heart rate pulse in the small crevice’s water, this time his hands forming an open reaching motion before his hands settled on your face and jaw before he opened his eyes to see two gold ones blinking back at him rapidly as he could feel your fast heart rate stay fast before it eventually started to slow before he chanced a small swipe of his thumbs on the apples of your cheeks as he just stared in awed wonder at you before you finally broke down and flung yourself at him and pinned him down onto the floor of the crevice, clinging to him and crying.
“It was awful, I saw all these pretty moving lights, it was glowing and glittering like the jewels do only it was from on the outside and I swam up to the top of the tank and once I did I was yanked out of the water and my mother always told me to keep a weapon in my tail so I took it and I stabbed at it as much as I could and it dropped me and I hit another fairy and I lost my blade and I fell down and I could feel the other monster that was at the top begin to drown but I just dove down and tried to find the safest spot I could but I didn’t know what tank I’m in and I thought I was in one of the shark tanks and I thought if I left, I was gonna get eaten!” You wailed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and comforted you.
“Do you know what tank you’re from?” He asked.
“No, I just know that my parent’s names are Avarian and Miralia.” You shook your head no.
“Ok, well I’m sure when Ethel cames back for dinner, once she sees you, she’ll know which tank to return you too so you can be with your family.” Nona consoled you.
He had never felt another mergirl’s hair as soft as yours, it was like it was softer than anything he had ever felt before, or felt one who was so young to have hair so as long, it went to your tail and usually only the elder micro-mermaids had hair that long but they kept it in braids to keep it from being tangled. But you were also a bit heavier than most girls would be at your age and your fins were bigger than his! He was a delta guppy micro-merman himself, known for their massive and colorful tails but his own was dwarfed by yours.
“So, what’s your name?” He asked again.
“Chenera.” You sniffled.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Chenera, like I said, my name is Nona.” He repeated.
“Do you know how old you are?” He asked
“I think only 19 cycles, 20, counting today.”
“Ok, so you’re younger than me.” Nona realized.
“Are you sure you’re ok? You’re not hurt or anything?” He asked again.
“I am.” You finally admitted as you could already tell there was bruising all over you and scratches from that vicious fairy’s claws.
“Ok, well do you want to go to the healer or do you want the healer to come to you?” He asked.
“Can they come here? I don’t want to leave.” You admitted.
“Ok, well, stay here then, and I’ll go get them, I’ll be right back ok? Two flicks of a tail.” He reassured you before he gently eased you off of him before you curled in on yourself in the darkness and he got out and raced towards the eldest merperson in the tank, who was especially inept at healing magic.
“I found someone.” He said as he tugged on her arm as she sat and ate the head of the mackerel, the best part of the fish.
“Found who?” She asked.
“The fairy that drowned in our tank, trying to steal the little ones, it was carrying another from another tank, she got away and hid under the big cave where we keep the half clutches. She got really hurt. Her body is all puffy.
“If she’s a goldfish micro- her body should be a little puffy.” She argued.
“She’s not like any other goldfish micro. She’s something I’ve never seen or smelled before.” He insisted.
“She’s hurt, she’s scared, she’s younger than me by a few cycles, she’s in the wrong tank and thinks if she leaves, she’s gonna get eaten. It took a lot just for me to get her to talk to me. Her name is Chenera, and she doesn’t know what tank she’s from. All she knows is her parent’s names. She says she’s hurt, she needs you.” Nona pleaded desperately.
“Ok, ok, I’m coming, I’m coming.” She finally relented before Nona practically dragged her to the mouth of the crevice.
“She must be a young one to fit inside here.” The elder- Thya noted.
“Chenera, I have the healer here, but she can’t fit in there, can you just come to the mouth of the cave so she can see you?” Nona asked before he stuck his upper body inside.
“It’s ok, she’s not going to eat you.” Nona reassured you.
“Here, I wouldn’t introduce you to anyone dangerous. Take my hand, it’s going to be ok.” Nona encouraged as he reached his hand out to you before you tentatively took it and he gently guided you to the mouth before you stuck your head out, your long golden hair suddenly picking up the cross current and being taken away in that.
“Oh my gills.” Thya murmured in awe.
“Hey Chenera was it? Hi, I’m Thya, I’m the eldest mermaid here and the healer of the tank, can you show me what hurts?” She asked.
“My head, and my back and, my arms, and most of my tail, just, everything.” You answered as you looked from her to Nona, back to her worriedly.
“Nona, go get Abaria and Fonta, she’ll need a mother’s touch.” Thya urged Nona but your tightened your grip on his hand ,kept him from going.
“Here darling, take my hand, let him go get some more help, he’ll be right back ok?” Thya offered as she offered her own hand to you before Nona simply put his hand next to hers so it wouldn’t take much for you to let go of him and hold onto her before you hesitantly transferred your hand from Nona’s to hers before he quickly swam away again and came back with three mother looking figures, the two Thya suggested and his own.
“Oh you poor thing! Did that vicious fairy drop you into here?” Abaria asked as she came and sat closest to you as the other mothers crowded around you as you nodded.
“Well you’re in the best tank in the place, we’re all found family here. No one is going to hurt you here. It’s ok to come out. Or are you too hurt to come out?” They asked.
“Come here darling. It’s ok. I know you must miss your mom something awful, but until we get you sorted out, I’m adopting you and I can be your mom until you’re reunited with your other one ok?” Abaria offered before you looked from Abaria back to Nona.
“She’s one of the best moms in the tank besides my own. She’s mom to most of the kids in the tank and she takes care of everyone like she laid the eggs herself.” Nona reassured you before you hesitantly crawled out of the crevice as the others scooted back so that all of you could come out.
“My goodness, how did all of you fit in there?” Thya asked once you were out and your fins unfurled. You had bigger fins than the adults even.
“Like this.” You contracted all your fins until it was just your body and a thin folded fin was behind you.
“You’re a plump little thing aren’t you?” Fonta noted.
“Not any more than any of my siblings, we’re all shaped like this.” You defended, unfurling your fins to cover yourself- self consciously as you pouted under her scruitinging.
“Well that’s good, that means that you and your siblings are well cared for and are fed well. And with a head like yours but a body like yours, it’s hard to know what tank you’re from.” Abaria sighed with an apologetic smile as she pet your head, feeling your silky soft hair before the other kids came around to curiously look to see you, all of them of different ages, some as young as three cycles and some as old as 30, one of the oscar-micro-mermaids, who was 27 cycles, already seeing all he needed to see, you were, in his opinion, the prettiest girl in the tank, therefore, you were going to be his future mate as the other girls in the tank looked at you with both weary suspicion, jealousy and a bit of pity because you clearly didn’t belong in the tank and with as black as you were form the chest down, you stuck out like a sick fin, but with a head and hair like gold, it was still a beautiful combination.
“Who’s that?” They asked.
“The fairy that attacked us last night, took her from her home tank and dropped her in here while they were trying to steal you guys.” Thya answered them.
“She didn’t fall from the fairy that came into our tank, she fell from way higher, like another was carrying her from way higher, she hit the fairy, hit them into the water, bounced off of their back, hit the lid and made the lid close and drowned the fairy, she saved us.” The kids that had been involved offered.
“Oh my gils, is that what happened?” They asked you as you nodded yes as Thya used the glowing of her hands to highlight all your bruises and cuts so that most of body glowed blue from injuries before she went through and healed each one, and noticed that the black then took on a midnight blue appearance, which she had never seen before and puzzled everyone around you.
“Oh you poor baby, come here.” Abaria gathered you into her arms and comforted you, and held you to her chest and gently rocked you comfortingly once your upper body was healed while Thya worked on your tail.
But sadly, Ethel left to go to work before the others could grab her attention. You spent the rest of the day talking to Thya and Abaria about what your tank looked like and what the names of your siblings were as it was clear to them that you were one of the more ‘special’ tanks but because of your coloring, you didn’t look like any of the other tanks that they could see from there.
By night time, though, the automatic feeders fed all the inhabitants of all the tanks and then not long after, the lights shut off, signalling it was time for bed.
But when Ethel came home late, the movement of her and her using the flashlight in her phone to make her way to her bedroom, was too much like the fairy’s light as you quickly squirmed out of the sleep pile and dove for that crevice again, hiding away as she passed and went to bed herself but once again, you were scared of coming out.
Your squirming had caused Nona to wake up again since he was nestled close to you, his hand in yours as his own instincts told him to stay put on the bottom of the tank until the light passed by but when he looked over to see where you had been sleeping with Abaria, her mate and their brood, you were gone but he had a feeling he’d know where to find you.
But the thought of sleeping on the gravel instead of the soft sand just hurt him to think about, so he swam around and collected bits of moss and leaves so he would cover the inside of that crevice so you would have a comfortable place to sleep for the night at least.
“Chenera,” Nona whispered when he came closer.
“Nona?” You asked as your head peeked out and saw him.
“A cave under a cave surrounded by gravel is no place to spend the night. Here, all this should make it a little more comfortable at least.” He offered what he had collected before you smiled gratefully at him, your white pearly teeth and golden head a sharp and beautiful contrast to the darkness before he passed each thing to you before you had Nona come in and help you to move even more of the gravel out of the way and dig down so that there was a deeper and more comfortable depression inside before Nona and you set the leaves down first and used the moss to make something of pillow before you laid down and refused to let go of Nona’s hand.
“Can you please stay here with me?” You asked, your big golden eyes too much for him to resist, even at his relatively young age before he laid down beside you, keeping himself between the mouth of the crevice and you as you cuddled into his chest, your fins wrapping around him as his’ tried to wrap around you in turn as he used his arm as your pillow as your hair was almost like a blanket for both of you as your colors changed again, a dark emerald, shimmering green now with black and gold as you settled down before he soon felt you relax completely and fall asleep before he did the same.
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