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faunusrights · 3 years

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Citrus Summers (GWS AU)

just had this idea nip into my head... i really wanna do more with menagerie and the scarlatina fam but for now have this lil snapshot of velvet growing up :)

great weiss shark au, weiss's pronouns are she/her, velvet's pronouns are she/they

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"So, what was your hometown like?"

Velvet's used to Weiss's interest in her life; they come from two radically different ends of some bonkers spectrum of lifestyles, where one end (Velvet's) is radical self-acceptance, anti-cop sentiment, and a Scroll full to bursting with communist memes, whilst the other end (Weiss's) is... well, to be honest, Velvet doesn't like to think about what that end entails, exactly. All she knows is that it was exactly what a young shark Faunus without any clue as to her heritage didn't need. So, Velvet entertains her with stories of growing up in the deserts of Menagerie, of her time running along the trash-strewn beaches of Kuo Kuana, of her years shooting up like a weed under the relentless freckling kisses of the bright and vibrant sun.

Sometimes Velvet can tell she can't quite wrap her head around how different their lives are, yet have somehow ended up on such an intersection as to be able to call each other friends. Velvet just goes with the flow about it all.

"Well, we didn't have a hometown, really," Velvet starts, attention half-drawn to sets of plans scattered about her desk in her dorm. She's got big plans to improve Anesidora's projector and fix the information compression problems; drawing a flat 2D image into a 3D projection has always been a sticking point, but she's nearly got it down to the extent that her wireframe tests very nearly reveal the dents and dings and imperfections that it'd previously ironed out by mistake. Accuracy is key, and she crawls ever closer to a perfect 1-to-1 copy each and every day. It's just really boring work, is all. "We lived outside of the nearest town by a couple of miles, but we went there pretty regularly, so I guess you could call it that."

Weiss hums, letting herself fall back onto Velvet's unmade bed, the handwoven blankets of orange and black brought straight over from the homeland and still gritty with red dirt to prove it. "What's it called?"

"Desert Sands. Very original, I know."

"You know a lot of the people there?"

"Shit, they trade us meat and gas for potatoes and carrots and tomatoes, not to mention almost everyone there immigrated in a group with my grandparents. I know that town like my own family."

"What's your favourite thing there?"

That pulls Velvet up short, and she worries at her bottom lip as she stares as a variety of absolutely godawful equations. Thank the maidens Weiss has given her something meaty to say, because she can't bear the idea of redoing all this horrible maths. "Uh, probably the inn, as everyone else who lives there would say. Can't go wrong with a good old fashioned pint and a few rounds of pool."

"Even as a kid?" Weiss says, and Velvet can hear the raised brow even though she can't quite see it.

"Even as a kid," Velvet agrees. "My mam had a couple of pints and my da flirted with the guys and I'd go out with my siblings to meet our friends and raise a little hell. Not very often, but often enough."

Weiss goes sort of quiet, in a way that Velvet recognises as an intensive processing of what she's just heard. She wonders, briefly, if Weiss can even imagine that sort of freedom after a childhood spent locked in the same old rooms of the same old house--even when it's as big as the Schnee manor--and then pushes that thought away. If Weiss wants to ever get into all that, it'll be in her own time.

"Describe it to me?" Weiss asks in a very little voice after a few seconds, and Velvet nods. She can do that. She remembers those halcyon days like they were yesterday.

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"Trench, I swear, if you don't repaint those window sills I'm gonna sneak down here and do it myself, asshole."

This was about as typical an entry as Taffeta Scarlatina could ever make, shouldering open the dark wood door into the Desert Sands Inn with a grin on her face and children in tow, Ash bringing up the rear and trying to pretend he couldn't see everyone turn in their seats to look to the new arrivals. It was one of those establishments with a big boxy interior and just a handful of rooms to the side, where the only three doors led into the toilets and the kitchens and the stairwell to the rooms above, and much like everything else on Menagerie, nothing ever matched; the doors had been collected from a variety of sources, the floorboards uneven and scratched and recut, the paint on the walls patchy with mismatched shades and covered with picture frames in some last-ditch attempt to hide it. No two stools matched, no three tables carved by the same hand, but that was the price of the community effort--everything you ever needed, maybe just not in the way you always expected.

"Taffeta," Trench greeted from behind the bar, turning to fetch a pair of glasses without prompting whilst making sure not to jostle the hanging bottles overhead with his great buffalo horns, split like a strange middle parting on the top of his head. "You're welcome to it, to be frank; Cinna doesn't have a clue where she's put the paint, last we saw it."

Taffeta rolled her eyes, letting go of Velvet's hand to pat her between her ears instead, the ten year old quick to laugh and duck away. "I'm sure. Not at all like I said I have some lying around the last three times I was here. You really that scared of scraping all that flaking paint off?"

"Well," Trench said after a moment, leaning under the bar for a second. "I did get some in my eyes last time, and boy, that hurted. You want your usual?"

"Pint of porter for me, and something weak for my pretty boy, lest he forget which way is up," Taffeta agreed, shooting a wink Ash's way and cackling when he blushed. "And some juice boxes for the kids?"

Trench didn't even pause, turning about to fish out a variety of colourful cartons adorned with a collection of cartoon characters, and Taffeta lifted Velvet up to plop her onto one of the few cushioned stools, Chiffon quick to use her older, longer limbs to scramble her own way up. Trench offered the drinks out freely, letting them decide between orange and passionfruit flavours, before noticing the new addition on Ash's hip. "Oh? This the newest Scarlatina?"

Satin--hardly a year old--was clinging to her da's loose shirt, dark eyes looking about in wonder, and Taffeta smiled before reaching over to brush her loose, light hair out of her eyeline. "Sure is. Gettin' real big already, so we thought it was high time to meet the folks around here. She won't be the last, though." At that, Taffeta leant across the bar, dropping her voice low. "Would you believe me if I said Ash is already askin' for the next one?"

"Slander," Ash shot back, face still pink. "I just said four is a rounder number than three."

Trench made a face, glancing pointedly away. "My girl woulda mounted my horns on the wall for that one. We had just the one and she swore off the rest before I could even consider it. Count yourself lucky."

"Cinnamon's a good kid," Ash offered, rearranging Satin to sit a little nicer in his lap. "I think that all worked out in the end."

Taffeta rolled her eyes, watching as Velvet picked the orange juice for herself, leaving the eldest to the passionfruit. "Doesn't that imply we have so many 'cause you don't think just one was good enough? Chiff's a darling, if a bit of a pain in my ass, huh, baby?"

Chiffon ignored them both to instead help Velvet punch the straw into the carton, and Ash grinned. "Just one was perfect, but you told me yourself that you don't think I know when to fold."

"You don't," Trench interjected, pouring out a pint of something dark and bitter enough to linger on the tongue. "When we played poker last year... phew. Thank the maidens it was a couple's night, else you woulda been walking home absolutely stark--"

"--drunk," Taffeta quickly interrupted, glancing towards the kids who stared back with wide eyes. "Been walking home absolutely stark... trashed. Wasted. Uh, Trench, what's on the menu today, whilst it's on my mind?"

As they discussed the menu (Taffeta eager to point out the contributions of the family crops, asking, overly sweetly, and who traded you those lovely chickens? they must have been very generous), Chiffon turned to Ash in her seat, legs swinging freely, bumping into the overly-varnished wood of the bar. "Da? Can me 'n Velv go out and play?"

"Sure can, kiddo," Ash said, though he was quick to grab Chiffon's arm before she could throw herself off the stool with the straw still in her mouth. "Woah, take that out first before you end up swallowing it. You remember the rules?"

Chiffon nodded, face cast all seriously. "Don't go outta town. Be back before dark. If someone tries to bully us, punch 'em in the nose."

"And?" Ash added, drawing his brows together.

Velvet chirped up. "Cops aren't friends!"

At that, Ash broke out into a grin, as bright as Velvet's and twice as toothy. "That's right. You go have fun, and don't eat too many snacks; we're having dinner here before we go home."

Chiffon slid free of her stool, turning about to help Velvet down too, and then the pair scampered towards the door with a harmonised yes da! before pulling it open to the main road outside, the sunlight blisteringly bright, the sky an endless, cloudless blue overhead. The paint on the windowsill peeled off and flecked away, and under their shoes, the ground crunched.

Everything tasted of oranges.

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Weiss sits silently.

"Did you get back before dark?"

Velvet snorts, sitting back in her chair until it creaks dangerously below. "Just about, though my mam didn't look all that impressed. Still, can't do much about it; we didn't even have, like, landline calls back then, let alone Scrolls and shit."

Weiss laughs to herself, rolling over and tucking her legs up onto Velvet's bed until she's curled atop the blankets, running a thumb over the wool quietly, repetitively. Truth is, they still smell of Menagerie, of home; Velvet could wash it a thousand times, but the earthy scent of hot summers and prickling scrublands sticks like its own aura.

"I'm jealous," Weiss says simply, and then she draws the blankets up to partly cocoon herself, tight across the ribs, loose about the ankles. "Will I... would you show me it, sometime? If I went there?"

It's sweet. Velvet wishes she could travel through time and show it to Weiss from the start; she wishes she could have told her what she would have, in the future. Look, see? This is real. You can have this too. Happiness doesn't only exist for people far away; you get to feel this, too.

"Of course," Velvet says with a smile, instead. "Bold if you to think my parents don't demand they meet every single last one of my friends."

Weiss grins back, all shark-toothed and sharp, and Velvet likes how it looks on her face. It took her team months to eek it out of her more often than every couple of weeks, but now, it's practically daily. "I'm afraid the offer doesn't extend back to you."

"Thanks the maidens," Velvet says, very seriously. "Because if I ever meet your dad, I'm setting his car alight."

#rwby #weiss schnee #velvet scarlatina #gws au #great weiss shark #its one of those tags #my writing #just a lil thing #(taffeta paints the windows as payment for the beer)

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hiddendreamer67 · 5 years

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A Lionfish’s Pride (By @randommuffinyt)

The rush of cool water running over the merman’s gills on his waist made him gasp as he splashed about in the tank, only to smack into the blindingly white walls. The merman’s light hazel brown eyes widened in panic as he quickly scanned the small white walled prison quickly spotting a small pipe, about the size of his fist with some sort of covering with holes the size of his fingertips in it, that allowed fresh water to flow in for him and the large fish that joined him. There was a sandy colored fish with a horn growing from it’s forehead the total length of the fish was as big as his forearm, a slightly smaller yellow fish trying to hide in the corner, and a green fish with bright blue stripes half the size of the horned fish. The merman’s eyes widened slowly in realization that two of these missing fish he had been told about earlier this morning.

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The sunlight shone through the waves and dappling the reef’s pastels colors gently swaying in the waves of the fresh salty seawater. The schools of fish swimming about in their pursuit of safety and food as the not so friendly neighborhood long sharp-toothed predator barracuda had left the reef for the moment when a nervous had of black hair peeked out from behind a tree of sharp pink coral.

“Psst! Roman!!” The man whispered as his purple eyes scanned the environment warily as the red and white striped merman shook his head with a teasing chuckle. “…Is it gone? Something is happening again.” A soft squishy dark purple tentacle wrapped around the base of the coral, it was one of his few tentacles that wasn’t riddled with scars of the missing predator, something that Roman had fought the large fish to save his only mer-friend.

“Yeah, It’s gone, Virge. What’s up, my bottom feeding friend?” Roman smiled as he swam closer to his friend, as he adjusted his seaweed sash and pushed his flowing brown hair back into place. “What seems to have your tentacles in a twist?”

“You know that fish with the horn? The one you call your mighty steed from my reef?” Virgil nervously started as he wrung his hands together and kept glancing at the water’s surface like something horrible was just waiting to jump into the ocean and come after them both.

“Yeah, what about her-”

“SHE’S GONE!!” Virgil yelled unable to contain his nerves as a dark plume of ink erupted from under him, causing the striped mer the cough and swim back. As the ink slowly cleared Virgil was still in the same place staring at the shocked mer with wide, scared eyes.

“…Surely not. If she was caught in a net and seen, they always let her come back. They never keep her.” Roman frowned in concern, he knew better than to doubt the other lying was not his strong suit, and especially about his dearest steed Matilda. Virgil slowly shook his head, his black hair flowing in denial.

“They kept her… and a green and blue one too.” He frowned with a sigh as he kept glancing at the surface, as if the vessel could appear at any moment. “…a boat took them. Just… keep an eye out.” Virgil softly added as he looked over his friend, hoping that he wouldn’t do anything risky.

“I will do more than that!” The protector of the reef spoke in a tone that radiated confidence, convincing enough to try to relieve the half-octopus’s fear with his own visions of fame under the waves. “I’ll launch a raid on the flat-finned and take them all back! Not a single fish will be taken!” He boldly proclaimed, dancing about in the water as he flicked his spines up and down against the fish-stealers in an imaginary battle, the black haired merman staring in shock as he quickly shook his head with wide eyes as his tentacles quivered.

“Roman! The surface-dwellers can’t know about us!” Virgil cried out in fear that his friend had forgotten about the rule that kept them on separate reefs. “We can’t be seen at all! If one of them sees us, they won’t give up until we’re all stolen away!!” The lionfish frowned in thought, his spines slowly deflating as his eyes darted side to side in thought.

“…Then I’ll sabotage their lines and get everyone away from their nets!” Roman countered as he glared at the waves above them. “All the surface-dwellers will fear the name, Roman!”

“Just don’t get caught or seen!” Virgil pleaded, finally getting a reluctant nod from the overly confident mer, before turning to head back to his home. The mermen exchanged waves before the younger slowly launched himself off the reef and let his tentacles carry him over the open sand back towards his home.

“I’ll never let those non-swimmers take anything from my reef!”

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“No!!! Give him back!!!” Roman cried as he grabbed the young swordfish thrashing against the invisible pull towards surface-dweller’s boat. The sharp fins on the swordfish’s dorsal fin slicing through the mer’s tan skin like it was nothing. “You’re not taking him!!!” He yelled as he pulled line and the swordfish back down when the line went slack, only to be pulled back up in the baking hot sun and dry air, his arm grabbed and was quickly pulled onto the boat’s rough dry surface as someone gasped at him. The suffocatingly dry and hot air made his scales feel like they were withering and cooking him from the outside in as his gills stuck together making each breath feel like his lungs were on fire as they were being crushed by their own weight.

“….A merman.” Was the only thing he heard the surface-dweller gasp softly as Roman flopped and tried to drag himself with injured hands towards any source of water as the flat-finned thing stared at him as his body shivered and the protective mucus to keep moisture in quickly dried under the heat of the Great Light Fish in the sky. That was, until the flat-finned pulled him by his arms into a water filled pit, letting him gasp for water to let him breathe.

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The water in the small prison sloshed and jumped over the lip of the container as the boat drove Roman further and further from his home. A pit grew in his stomach as the realization of being caught by a surface-dweller slowly sunk in. He peeked his head out of the water, only to frown at the endless blue water around them. Was this how the surface-dwellers saw his home, just as a tiny spot of blue in the entire ocean? Regardless of how far away from home he might be, he needed to escape.

“For Virgil!!!” He cried as he launched himself out of the familiar salty water once more, trying to aim for the side of the boat but falling short, flopping on the rough ground of the boat but going nowhere. The air was different as the boat was moving. It felt like the tropic mer had suddenly swam into a dry icy current. The freezing air tore at every inch of skin it could, whipping his hair into his eyes without remorse as the mer shivered. While the air tried to freeze what it could touch, his body was too heavy to move easily without water around it. His gigantic tail felt like it was going to make him sink through the boat as his gills burned at the air forcing them open and injecting itself into his lungs. Just when he thought it would be too much, the lack of water and freezing air seemed to have mercy as his vision started to fade. The air stopped moving as something pounded on the ground of the boat.

“Hold on big guy!!” Roman tiredly glanced up into the surface-dweller’s eyes. They were so sincere and worried for his well being, a lot like Virgil’s this morning when he warned him about this very boat. He blinked slowly as the flatt-finned creature dragged him back into his water-filled prison, letting him gasp for the water and oxygen he was used to as he coughed up bubbles from the air that forced it way into his lungs. It was so nice to be in the water again, that he drifted off to sleep as his adrenaline wore off, the surface-dweller softly murmuring something above him.

HiddenDreamer67: EEEE! I’m so excited, you’re doing so good fam! I cannot wait to read more about these delightful mer bois. Poor Roman, he seems to be very susceptible to the elements. I hope he doesn’t get hurt (more).

#ts Roman #roman lionfish #ts patton #patton fisherman #ts virgil #virgil octopus #ts mermen #mers and humans #submission

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freigaeist · 7 years

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hiii bea! 🌱 2 + 10 + 14

omg arden!!! hi hello hey omg hallo : D!!!!

2 describe in detail the moment where you fell in love with your bias(es)?

ok you said detail i will DO detail [takes a sip of vodka and flinches] i actually went through the individual kim bros tag to find out WHEN it was bc some might know i started as a taehyung stan; he was the first i was drawn to since i thought he was cute and when i heard his voice i thought he was hot and as i got to know them more and comments abt him being 4D/alien and him not rly understanding/liking that i just felt very connected and oddly moved? it made me sentimental smh? i don’t have a problem with my ways of doing things and since i’m surrounded by ppl who love me nobody else has a problem with my ways either but i had hard times accepting that my normal wasn’t everybodies normal and that i’m sometimes too much and not rly.. it’s hard to describe but sometimes i feel like i’m floating 3m above while everybody else is standing with both feet on the ground or talking jibberish to others while it’s crystal clear to myself? i feel connected to him. he’s that kind of person to me, someone i relate to, someone i want to protect like an older sister or i imagine twins care for each other? i fell head over heels and that feeling didn’t change though jin and joon also grew on me. kim taehyung still is the heart, my heart in this triple

for jin, who was the 2nd (yes pat yourself on the broad ass shoulders here mr. kim senior), it was the 12th march when i reblogged a gif of jin tagging it#shit this got me #in bts you may have a steady bias & a 2nd one #but each day there comes another 3 and 4#like one day i’ll point at namjoon being like ‘you’re todays 3’ #and on anther days i’ll be like ‘seokjin be my 2 for 2day ok?’ #bts is just a big bias anD I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HOW ACCURATE THIS WAS!!!! on the 20th of june 2016 i used his sidetag for the first time and 3 days later i told yoongi (who was my 2nd bias back then) to “watch out” bc jin was growing on me. i remember getting more into bts and being like ?? when i realized that jin was one of the “less popular” members and not understanding? it wasn’t even about his looks but i found him to be super funny and endearing, i thought his suave comments and cutting the atmosphere was hilarious and i was always finger guns towards him and pointing at my dirty computer screen where jin said or did smth relatable (isn’t he always relatable be honest) and saying “me” and he just grew on me not like a disease or a shroom but more like how flowers break through the cracks in asphalt blooming and blossoming even when there’s barely any sunlight or rain just breaking through and being there anyways like “fuck you i grow here now!” jin was like that. he said “excuse me is that seat taken? no? what do you me a throne is for one person only no i think- taehyung move- yes see? now you’ve two biases!” and. he just was there. i love him so very much never underestimate me being a huge loser for this huge loser i love him more than my weak, poor, cold assy existence

FOR NAMJOON. EHEM. WELL. it was the typical route of he cute > no he ain’t i hate him who’s lim nimjeon?? > sHIT SHIT FUCK FISH HSHIS THIT MAYDAY MAYDAY WE’RE CRASHING I REPEAT WE’RE FUCK WE’RE FUCKED > happily(?) biased

it started with me commenting stuff like #i blame my flatmate but he kinda grows on me #doesn’t help that he has a good choice in everything and is educating himself abt homans PLUS likes tae very much and honestly i still blame @grumpytth bc she can actually see the future. it may just be odd shapes and shadows but she KNOWS &she just had to say smth like “u would say that” whilst we would watch bts vids and joon suddenly turns into the pope or the philosophy prof and i couldn’t even say NOO bc she was right?? also whenever we would go out shopping i’d just LOOK at smth or TOUCH it and she’d give me That Look and mutter “that’s so namjoon” under her breath. sometimes i’d start a random convo and her brows would disappear under her hairline and the only answer i’d get was “idk why don’t you ask joon” aND I SGUADKJHDUIGAHSD FUCK SHE KNEW AND DAMN SHE RIGHT i have nothing to say or add, it was fate. meant to be. this loser owns my soul with all his soft, warm, big heart, sharp, witty and open mind, his child-like curiosity and movements, his fire spitting rapping and his soft, raspy, unsure singing and honestly i’m just his. this loser owns me ughhh

10 when did you realise that you’re in too deep?

isn’t when you dream abt them? i had this one dream where sope were my older brothers and i forgot their bday (which was on the same day for some reason) and i just crashed into my flat (in which miraculously my wHOLE FAM LIVED like my two actual younger siblings, mom and stepfather AND flatmate) and i run into their room and jumped onto their matress that was lying on the floor and apologised non-stop for forgetting their birthdays….. yoongi was super grumpy and just kicked me and hobi made really loud groaning noises and said he’d never forgive me. it’s because i abandoned yoongi and can’t admit hobi is my bias wrecker sadhuashsa

also i think whenever you’re reaaally into something they become the “home” of your thoughts so whenever my thoughts would trail off it’d always come back to “but what would bts do/imagine this scenario with bts” randomly, it’s embarrassing but it’s true :^/ so that’s how that happened……….

14 top 5 ‘you’re lame but i love you anyways’ moments

the whole ahl ok no 1 taes cypher cover &this little ppap I LOVE HIM AND SUPPORT HIM AND HES ADORABLE!!!! it may seem lame to people and I acknowledge that but I don’t find it embarrassing there’s just pure love in me for that child 🙈💓2 that one time rapmon said smth along the lines “and I look like a pornstar” I cANNOT AND WILL NOT REMEMBER 3 when hobi danced to ice cream cake and had his beanie covering his face and his whole lower body was doing smth utterly inappropriate….4 this is harder than I thought I’m good with 2nd hand embarrassment I bliev……. I just don’t like those pranks things…. 5 this shall be it they’re too relatable and I love them too much to actually feel ashamed or be even slightly embarrassed. it has come to that point /crosses self Thank you so much for asking!!! Sorry it took a while 🙏😸have a good one Arden 🌺💕

#bwirang #sheidheue i procrastinated but i had to watch that first part of the new resident evil shehjegeuw #one does not simply do the mistake and tell bea 'in detail' bc bea will detail the detail out of the details detail in detail...tail....#thanks so much!!#answered

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