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Part of your world: Chapter: 4
- Prince Eric x male reader
Chapter 3: here
OMG I was so excited to finally write this part. The boat scene is my favourite scene from the movie. Also I completely forgot that Eric doesn't know the readers name and I hadn't thought about how he should guess it so I just made him guess a bunch of random names and one of them being right (R/n means random name btw!!), so yeah I hope you all enjoy this part because its honestly my favourite part I've written!!
You awoke at dawn. The rays of the sun creeping in through the gaps of the curtains and landing onto your eyes. You squinted while turning over, pulling the sheets with you. You lay on your side for a moment, your eyes still closed. You lay there until you remembered what you were supposed to be doing today. As soon as the memory of last night came back to you, you shot up from the bed. You quickly grabbed at your clothes that you had left in a pile before you went to sleep.
You threw them on yourself quickly, hoping you didn't sleep in. You ran to the door, swinging it open. You jumped back in fear when you saw someone standing there. It was Eric. He stood there with a startled look on his face. "I thought you were never going to wake up." He laughs. You smile at him, your hand still over your heart, trying to calm yourself down. "Are you ready?" He asks, playing with his hand. He looked like he was nervous. You nodded. Eric stood to the side putting his arm outwards. "You first." He gestures. You roll your eyes at him as you walk out of the room,hearing him chuckle behind you.
Eric leads you to where the carriage was being prepared. "I cannot wait to show you around, you're going to love it." He says as he opens the door. You both stepped outside. Eric points towards an empty carriage. "This one will be the one we will be taking." You look at it, admiring the design. You run your hand over the horse's mane as you walk by it. There was a small stepping stool but at the side to help you get up. You sat down on the seat, feeling how soft it was. The cushion felt amazing, you felt like you could fall asleep again.
You turn to your side, seeing a dog running out of the castle. You recognise the dog. It was the one Ariel had helped save on the day of the shipwreck. You lean over the side of the carriage as you rub the dog. "Looks like you made a new friend." Eric laughs, picking the dog up. "Come on max" He says as he hands the dog over to someone else. You move back to where you sat, allowing there to be space for Eric to sit beside you. He smiles at you as the carriage begins to move. You fall back into your seat as it begins to move, not used to this type of transport yet.
You looked around the island as the carriage made its way to the village. The view was magnificent. You looked at Eric's hands but more specifically at what he was holding. Eric notices your interest in the reins. "You want to try?" He asks, holding the reins towards you. You look at him for a moment before reaching out to grab them. You raised the reins before bringing them down with force. This caused the horse to speed up. You gripped onto the reins. Suddenly you and Eric notice someone walking in front of you two.
"Look out!" Eric calls out to the man. You twist the reins, hoping it would turn the vehicle. Your assumption was right as the horse turned with your movement. Eric turns around to shout out to the man. "Sorry about that!" He apologises. He turns back to you. "That was close." He laughs, you nod at him quickly before turning back to look in front of you again. "Woah!" Eric shouts. You two had entered the front of the village. This meant that now there were more people you had to try to avoid hitting. "Turn!" He calls out to you, grabbing your hands to help you control the carriage. As the carriage turned a corner you heard an animal. It was a group of goats that was crossing the road. You pull back on the reins, not wanting to hit them. This sudden movement caused Eric to fall back into his seat.
"Well that was" Eric pauses. "fun?" His breathing was fast, still trying to process everything that happened. You stood up in your seat, looking out at the goats. You notice Eric climbing out of the carriage. "Here let me help you." He says to the man, helping herd the goats into their shelter. You decided to climb out too, no longer interested in the carriage. Instead you were interested in the village. Eric turned to notice you no longer in the carriage. He looks around to try and figure out where you ran off too.
You found yourself in a crowded part of the village. You saw children run past you and people standing in front of stalls. You looked around in awe, unable to take it all in. As you walked past the stalls, people called out to you. They advertised whatever they were trying to sell. You jumped slightly as you saw a man bring a machete down on something. "Coconut?" He asks, holding the coconut out to you. You stare at it before walking away. "No? Ok then." You hear the man say, slightly annoyed.
You continued to walk around before being stopped by another person behind a stall. "Young boy, would you like some?" She asked, handing a bowl full of food to you. You take it, looking down to try to figure out what food it was. You begin to walk away with the bowl when she calls out to you. "Oh! I think you'll be needing this." She holds out a utensil. You recognised it instantly. Ariel had one of these. She said that scuttle had told her the land people called it a dinglehopper. She had demonstrated that they used it to brush their hair. You placed the bowl down as you took the dinglehopper from the woman's hand. You started to run it through your hair. You looked up at the woman, noticing a strange look on her face. The same look was on the face of a group of people who stood beside you. You were confused about the sudden judgmental looks on everyone so you slowly began to walk away from the stall.
You walk by another stall, this time stopping in front of it voluntarily. It was a stall that had many hats on display. "Would you like a hat?" The man asked you, only noticing you standing there. You grabbed at the hat he held in his hand.
"Oh, there you are." You turned to notice Eric standing beside you. You forgot you left Eric back at the carriage. You greet him with a smile before trying to place the hat on his head. The hat turned out to be too big for him as it fell over his eyes. He laughs as the man takes it off his head.
"No no, too big." The man says. "Try this" He says as he reaches down to grab another. Instead of waiting, you grabbed at the hat he was wearing and placed it on Eric's head. You walked off again, leaving Eric behind again. Instead you wanted to explore the village even more.
"Tropical flowers." You heard a lady say as she held a flower out to you. You weren't sure why everyone was offering things to you but you weren't mad about it. You grabbed the flower, smiling at the woman. You began to walk away as you took a bite out of the flower, assuming it was food. It definitely didn't taste as good as other foods.
You pushed through pieces of cloth that hung in front of you. You ran your hand over the silky fabrics. You loved this feeling. You looked in front of you, noticing a group of people dancing. You decided to join them. You began to dance with the people. Eric notices you in the crowd so he decides to join as well. He taps your shoulder to get your attention. You turn to face him as he takes your arm. You two started dancing together. He spun you around before pulling you in towards him. You grabbed at his upper arm as he pulled you in. This gesture caused Eric to become flustered. It didn't seem to bother you though as you continued to dance with him.
The rest of the day was just Eric showing you around the stalls. He had bought a lot of random things, some for you. He noticed you start to look tired so he decided to call it a night and to head back to the carriage.
"I love this time of night," Eric says, looking up at the sky. Sometimes you can see the eyes of creatures in the tree-" Before he could finish his sentence, he felt the hat get pulled off. "Hey!" He called out, noticing a bird flying away with it. You only got a quick glance at the bird but you could have sworn it looked just like Scuttle. "Hey come back with that!" Eric shouts as he starts to climb out of the carriage to chase the bird.
You followed him. You both ran through trees and bushes trying your best to follow the bird. "I think it went this way," Eric says. He turns back to face you asking if you were alright. You nodded at him as you continued to push through the trees. "Hey! Give me my hat back!" Eric shouts as you two finally caught up with the bird. The bird flies around for a bit before dropping the hat in a canoe. Eric rushes to where the hat fell. He climbs onto the canoe and grabs at the hat. "I didn't want to lose this." He says smiling at you. He places the hat back on his head. He looks at you run your hand over the edge of the boat. This sparks an idea.
Eric decided you two should have one little adventure before heading back to the castle. He pulled the boat from its resting place and placed it into the water. "Come on" He says to you, motioning for you to get it. You did as he asked, sitting opposite him as he began to row the boat. You looked around, taking in the new scenery. Eric found his eyes glued onto you. He loved watching you look around and being easily fascinated by everything you see. You brought your attention back to the boat and Eric. You look at the oars, deciding to place your hand on them and mimicking the motions Eric was doing.
"Do you want to try?" Eric asks. You smile softly. You got up from your seat and sat down beside him. You accidently tripped on your way over to his seat and found yourself on his lap. Eric had instinctively grabbed your waist, not wanting you to fall out of the boat. You remove yourself from his lap and sat in the spare space beside him. Eric pulls his hand away from your side, blushing slightly. You grabbed onto the oars, Eric placing his hands above yours to help teach you how to row the boat. The boat began to move behind a waterfall. Eric smiled at you as you started to get a hang of rowing. The boat came out from under the waterfall, entering a large free space of water.
"What a clear night." Eric says looking up at the stars. "You can see orion." He states. You look at him, confused about what he was talking about. Eric caught on to this confusion as he began to explain himself. "Oh, the sailors use the constellations to navigate the seas." He removes his hands from the oars, you did the same. He points up at the sky. "There's Orion" You look up at where he was pointing. He removes his hat as he goes to lay down. You decide to lay down beside him. He continues naming the constellations. "And there's Aries, the ram." He points to another set of stars "That's casseopaya"
Eric realises something. He laughs slightly. "That's funny, I still don't know your name." He looks at you as you continue to look at the night sky. "Let's see." He says, trying to think of a name to guess. "Is it.." He pauses before picking an answer. "R/n?" You turned your head slowly, a smug look on your face. You shake your head slightly. "No?" He whispers. "Could it be R/n?" You raise your eyebrows, a disgusted look on your face. "No, definitely not that." He laughs. "Um, how about Y/n" Your eyes light up. You were shocked he guessed it right. You turned your head while nodding. "Really?" He asks, slightly excited at the fact he got it right.. He wasn't sure if you were messing with him or not. You nodded again to assure him he was right. "Y/n" He repeats your name, this time in a quieter tone. "That's a beautiful name" He says, looking at you. You both turn to look back up at the sky.
You turn your head slightly. You couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. The boat flows underneath a tree, its branches dropping down to be able to touch the surface of the water. Eric turns his head, noticing your eyes on him. He finds himself blushing again. He decided to take a chance. He slowly leans in, you did the same. He closed his eyes before hearing movement. He opened them to see you sitting up. You had sat up, unsure of what he was doing. Was he trying to kiss you? You cursed yourself internally for reacting too fast at the gesture. Eric sat up quickly, glancing at you, then away, and then back at you. He felt embarrassed for taking the chance.
You moved back to your original seat, looking around as a bunch of fireflies came out from the tree. You looked around at the lights flying around you and Eric. Eric turns to look at you again. You looked back at him, smiling. Eric felt his stomach flip. He couldn't get over how cute your smile was. You both looked into the water after noticing a bunch of fish began to swim around the boat. The fish began to squirt water over the boat. You both watch in awe at the sight. Eric leans over the boat, trying to get a better look at the fish. This caused some of the water to splash onto his face. He laughed. You reached out, rubbing your hand on the side of his face to help get rid of the water.
He grabs at your hand as you pull it away from his face. Your eyes interlock for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He keeps his hold on your hand, noticing you not pulling away. Maybe he was right to take that chance. He decides to try again. He began to lean in. You did the same, this time deciding not to pull back. Before your lips could meet you felt the boat get pushed. This caused you and Eric to fall into the water.
Eric laughs as he emerges. "What was that?" He grabs at his hat that also fell into the water. You two began to swim, land not being too far from where you two were. Eric was still laughing as he shook the hat to try dry it off before putting it back on. He leads you back to the carriage as you two begin your journey back to the castle. After a long ride you two finally made it back to the castle.
You carefully climbed out of the carriage, trying not to slip. You and Eric made your way back into the hallway of the castle. "I think everyone's asleep." Eric whispers as you two slowly walk over to the stairs. Suddenly you two hear a voice. "Go go go, there" Eric says quietly pointing to the back of a wall. You rushed to the wall, almost slipping due to your feet still being wet.
You heard a woman's voice. "Has he been avoiding me?" She asked. Suddenly you heard a man's voice. You recognise this voice. It was Grimsby.
"No, your highness." He replied. You turn to notice Eric trying his best not to laugh.
"no?" She questions
"no!" Grimsby says, trying his best to cover for Eric.
"Well you seem awfully certain" The woman says.
"Well avoiding you doesn't seem like Eric, does it?" Grimsby said, trying to convince her.
"Then where is he?" She complains. "Oh, he's not searching for that fantasy person I hope." She adds.
Grimsby looks beside him as they pass where you and Eric were hiding in. He sees Eric's feet before answering. "No," He says sternly. "I can say that with certainty."
You hear the woman almost slip. "Oh! it's wet?" She questions looking at the floor. You and Eric laugh quietly, knowing it was wet because of you two.
"I'll look into it" Grimsby said, ushering her to go to bed.
"Thank you Grimsby, goodnight." She says before walking away.
Eric waits for her to leave before turning back to you. "Sorry about that, I wasn't supposed to leave the castle today." He laughs. "But I'm glad I did." You smile at him as he continues to talk. "all these rules." He pauses. "To be honest, I wasn't born into all of this. It all makes me feel a little-" You and Eric jump in fear when you hear Grimsby's voice cut Eric's sentence short.
"Welcome back sir" Grimsby says, very loudly to assert his presence.
"Oh! Grimsby" Eric laughs. He stammers a bit as you two walk out from your hiding space.
"I assume you two had a pleasant outing?" He asks.
"Ah yes we did. Didn't we?" He asks you. You nod. "Yes, very nice." You find yourself smiling at how awkward Eric is right now. Grimsby turns to face you.
"You've had a long day sir. I imagine we should let you get some sleep." He noticed how wet you and Eric were. "And perhaps dried off as well." He jokes.
"Oh uh yes." Eric says, wanting to explain the situation. "We took a rowboat out onto the lagoon but I'm afraid we ended up in it." He jokes. "Anyways" He turns back to face you. His tone quiets down. "Goodnight." You began to go up the stairs, heading towards your room. You remember Eric had placed his hat on your head on your trip back to the castle earlier. You turn around, taking the hat off of your head. You go back down the steps and place the hat back onto Eric's head. Eric bowed his head to allow you to easily place it on. "Goodnight, Y/n" He repeats, this time using your name. You two exchange one final smile before you head back to your room.
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Ask Me About…Pirate Whump!
Ahoy, mateys! This ask game be very late because Jack be a chowder-headed landlubber and forgot to post the scurvy thing! But shiver me timbers, we’re hoisting the black flag anyway, by thunder! Yo ho!
Wow, pirate speak is fun. Anyway! I’m not going to do a new ask game this week; instead I’m going to finally get the signups out for the custom ones and start work on those! But if you have any ideas for genres to do, I’m still accepting those for the poll!
And one more thing- every time I post one of these there’s a couple people that ask me questions from it. That’s so sweet and I appreciate it so much, but for these ask games it isn’t necessary! I usually don’t have OCs that match the genre, these are just for the community that might!
Now hoist the Jolly Roger and plunder these questions for yer piratical OCs, me hearties!
Warnings: these are whumpy questions, so they involve whumpy content!
Taglist: @sleepyiswhumping
QUESTIONS FOR A PIRATE WHUMPER
🏴☠️- what’s the name of your ship? Do any of your crew have piratical nicknames?
💰- what was your most successful moment of piracy?
🦈- have you ever encountered a shark/whale/sea monster/siren/other unusual ocean creature?
⚓️- do you believe in any pirate/sailor superstitions?
🥥- do you have a pirate stronghold/fortress/secret island/etc. to hide out at when you’re not on the water?
QUESTIONS FOR A PIRATE WHUMPEE
🗺️- where’s the rest of your crew/ship? Is anyone coming to help you?
🐚- what happened the last time you were hurt?
🐬- do you think piracy is a crime? Do you deserve what’s happening to you because of it?
🌊- where are you right now? If you’re on land, do you miss the sea?
🍌- do you have an escape plan? What is it?
QUESTIONS FOR A NON-PIRATE WHUMPER
⚔️- what’s your general opinion of pirates?
⛵️- what was the first pirate ship you ever encountered?
🥭- if you were captured by pirates, what would you do?
☠️- is there one particular pirate/pirate crew that you consider your archenemy?
🐋- have you ever survived a shipwreck or a storm?
QUESTIONS FOR A NON-PIRATE WHUMPEE
🧜♀️- how did you get where you are/how were you captured?
🌬️- what is your opinion of pirates? Has it changed?
🏝️- do you know where you are in relation to the rest of the world? Do you think there’s any chance of escape?
🦑- what’s the most frightening thing that’s happened to you so far?
🍍- who are you most afraid of?
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Hi I love your work pretty please can you do Norton, Mike, Wu Chang and Joseph reacting to their s/o getting hit by a flare gun accidentally.
Mike, Wu Chang, Joseph, and Norton's S/O getting hit by a flare gun on accident
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍
Mike smiles, taunting Gamekeeper who was hot on his tail. He turns to face the large shipwreck in front of him. His smile becomes brighter upon meeting eyes with his lover.
(Name) runs up to him, unaware that Ganji was getting ready to stun Bane with a flare gun. They run to Mike just as Ganji fires, the flare hitting you instead of Bane.
It hits your arm, your face contorting into one of pain as a sharp cry left your mouth. Mike's smile drops, he drops the bombs in his hands and runs to you. 'Screw the match, I just want you to be alright' he gritted his teeth, kneeling next to your curled up form.
He cradles you on his lap, wiping away the tears that dripped down your face. He glares at Ganji from the corners of his eyes before lifting you up and rushing towards Emily.
was about to shoot ganji with a flare gun too if you didn't stop him
he chucked a sticky bomb at ganji instead
geisha and bane surrendered after that, geisha patted you on the head before leaving though :)
didn't let you get out of bed the rest of the day unless you really needed to
he's still worried even though you keep telling him that you're alright
he guards you whenever someone within your vicinity has a flare gun
he's lost his home, he's not gonna lose you too—he forgot that no one could actually die in the games.
what if he was the one that shot you?
Tears fell down his face, his head laid on your stomach as countless apologies spilled out of his lips. A soft pained smile is on his lover's face as they reach for his head, patting him softly. "It's alright, you didn't mean to" they whisper, their consciousness fading into nothing.
you reassure him multiple times after you wake up, he was aiming for feaster, it was just that the hunter turned so it hit you instead
it was the first time you've ever seen him cry so much
he made it up to you repeatedly by taking hits for you despite getting scolded by you every time
he was so relieved that you didn't blame him or leave him
𝐖𝐔 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆
Fan carried the ballooned Fiona to a nearby chair, not seeing the Mechanic getting ready to fire a flare at him. (Name)'s eyes widen, remembering that both Fan and Xie's bodies already ached so much from the constant assault from William.
They run up to him, using their Elbow Pads to gain a speed boost. Fan's eyes widen at their sudden appearance. He hears a flare gun being fired at him and just as it nears him, (Name) intercepts it.
A groan leaves their mouth, smiling at Fan as their figure wobbles. Wujiu drops Fiona on the ground, bringing you into his arms. "You idiot! why did you do that?" he hissed out, gritting his teeth out of anger and frustration.
A soft laugh fills his ears, "Y, you both said that your bodies hurt from your previous match so I took the hit for you" they trailed off, eyes slowly closing. Fan swiftly surrenders, "You better apologise to them once they wake Mechanic" his voice laced with venom as he gives them a side-eyed glance.
xie and fan both took care of you, both men scolded you heavily
if xie was the one out when it happened, he might've smacked the mechanic on the head
xie pinched your cheeks while scolding you with a terrifying smile on his face—you actually wanted to run from him
fan flicked you on your forehead, he called you an absolute idiot too
they took turns carrying and pampering you despite being told countless times that you were alright
fan was actually about to shake the mechanic repeatedly, he was chanting death threats towards her the entire time he had you in his arms
tracy apologised via letter, she also asked victor to give you cookies she made along with it—she was too scared of your lovers to go in person.
they told you to never do that again or else you'd pay with your ability to walk—took you a while to understand why but when you did you smacked them both with the umbrella
𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋
Norton walks up to (Name), their lover greeting him with a smile before going back to decoding. Norton joins them in decoding.
After they finish the cipher, they go to a nearby phone booth in order to get whatever they felt they'd need later on. (Name) buys a flare gun, deciding to fiddle with it while waiting for Norton to finish getting whatever he needed.
Norton tenses up, a sense of foreboding washing over him as he picks up some Euphoria. Just as he picks up the perfume, he hears the sound of a flare gun going off. (Name) cries out as the flare goes off, hitting their leg.
"You fucking dumbass, what were you doing?!" Norton shrieks, supporting their body before lifting them up. The prospector hears a laugh, he turns his head to face Naib, sending a glare in his direction—chucking a magnet at the mercenary's head.
reprimands you the entire way to Emily's office
doesn't let you use a flare gun for a month. any flare gun you buy within that month gets confiscated
you have him a heart attack, he wanted to smack you so fucking badly but he never wants to hurt you. ever.
you have to reassure him that it was on accident before he starts thinking that your flare gun was tampered with
while the other survivors felt bad, they couldn't help but laugh at you—honestly, norton wanted to laugh too but he was too worried
the hunters were confused on why norton and you surrendered, only to laugh their asses off when the other survivors explained
within a day, news of your stupidity spread across the manor, congrats on becoming popular due to your stupidity
what if he was the one that shot you?
Who knew that the one time he decided to use a flare gun, he'd screw up?
Tears continuously fell from Norton's eyes, memories from the mining accident flashing through his head. You comforted him, saying that you were alright and that you wouldn't leave him, that it wasn't his fault. It hurt to see him cry, much more than the flare gun being fired at you.
𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒
Joseph downed his second survivor, walking to the nearest chair before the enchantress struggled out. His blue eyes darted to Martha who was standing a few meters away from him.
Martha fires, a glint of confusion appearing in her eyes when she sees you dashing towards Joseph. (Name) smiles, waving at Joseph as they shield him from the flare.
Thankfully, you had a bottle of euphoria in your hand that you had sprayed before taking the hit—Joseph praised you for how smart you were before chairing enchantress and sending her back to the manor.
The photographer chased after Martha, downing her before chairing the coordinator. "I can't tell if your S/O is an idiot or a genius for thinking of doing that" Martha mumbles, a helpless looking smile replacing her usual poker face. Joseph nods, agreeing with her.
as much joseph wants to say he didn't doubt you at all, he actually did
but thankfully his darling was smart
despite knowing that you used the perfume to go back to a state before you were hit, he still checked your body for signs of being wounded
he actually looked for the dungeon with you after that, humming softly as he guided you
he praised you so much after that match, laying you on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair
and then he proceeded to tell you off on how you shouldn't do that ever again
i started to write this at 12am, it's 2am now
im way more productive at night - lawless
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Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader
Chapter 23
Guilt can wash over someone strongly like a wave crashes over a rock. Yours just happens to be closed off like those ornaments of a ship inside a bottle.
Except of it being intact it’s a shipwreck in a perfectly still bottle. You wonder if it will ever crack.
“She simply walked into the water and never came back out.” Mr Fox spoke with his rather husky voice that sometimes was hard to understand.
“It’s not uncommon for prostitutes to kill themselves it’s just simply reacurring over time.”
“I’m not upset about her killing herself.” You shake your head, continuing to stare out upon the dark water.
What even was her name ? Bella or Stella ? You’ve come all this way from your apartment to a beach who knows how many miles away and for what ?
You’d rather sit within the moldy walls at this stage.
Mr Fox was a man who worked alongside your father for many years. As of late you hadn’t seen the man. As a matter of fact you never even seen him drinking in the pub let alone alongside those drunks.
You knew he was no issue when it came to who to partially blame for your father recently being the man that he is.
But you weren’t sure why your father gave him the nickname Fox. Perhaps he was sly as a Fox but those words were only slurred by your father whenever he drank.
You never took his word sober so why would you then.
“I’m irritated because I didn’t see this coming.” You kick a pebble as if you were a child throwing a tantrum. “This is just evidence.” You hold back the urge to groan. If you weren’t wearing a cast your fist would’ve been clenched.
���I’ve lost my focus.” You roll your eyes, only now truly seeing the somewhat bigger picture.
“Was there any focus to begin with ?” Like your father he’d say these idiotic rhetorical questions to give the appearance of having the upper hand. You weren’t falling for it. “You’re uncomfortable. But then I suppose when are you not ?” A sincere yet tired smile was briefly evident on his face.
“I’ve been confiding in others as of late.” You slightly gave in. “One of these others has stood out to me.” You spoke quietly, no longer daring to keep your head up.
“You know about the fire of the shed, yes ?” You ask, already knowing the answer. His slight nod confirms your assumption. “It’s been on my mind as of late.”
You did feel somewhat bad about the fact that you completely forgot that the man even existed. You didn’t even know the mans real name. You never asked. Not out of awkwardness but rather out of lack of care. You doubted you would even interact much to even say his name thankfully.
“I’m not really interested as to why he’s mentioned in the file but rather the illusion as to how could he be ?”
“Who is it ?” “I’d rather not say.” You spoke for once much hastily. “Why ? Are you protecting him ?” He raised a brow. He wasn’t genuinely curious. He was just seemingly amused by the distant look in your eyes. Mr Fox could tell just by a single glance at your glossed over eyes that who ever you were currently thinking over was a constant thought in your mind. Perhaps maybe even if you yourself were unaware of it. If he guessed right now he’d say you were thinking of a young man that thoughts were also filled of you.
“No.” You want to stop yourself from speaking. You never want to speak again. It’s still far too early. What time is it ?
“I just get the sudden sense that saying his name out loud would be wrong.”
You’ve spoken too much.
“Have you ever said his name aloud to others ?”
It was obvious now. You simply mix up guilt and annoyance. “Drive me home.” You sigh, waking off as you were no longer amused by the splashing and chaotic waves. After all, it was no stream.
“I’m going back to bed.”
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Hello! ⭐ Maybe "i had a dream about you" for Raina? Feel free to change it tho!
Hey there! <3
I kept Raina, but hoping you don’t mind, I tried to dip my feet in the Whale AU 2.0, the fully original one.
I blame @theluckywizard for putting the HawkexInquisitor bug in my ear. Then I remembered that my toxic trait is recycling characters. I know this, as all OC content here will interest three people, but please indulge me.
Raina will change her name, but I kept her as Raina still for commodity.
A sketch at the bottom!
Ah for your knowledge: we’re in Iceland in the Edwardian Era, I still haven’t set a precise date, but I’m pending towards 1910.
Tis the prompt list
Morning, Noon and Nightime, too
“I had a dream about you”
[ Famale Hawke x Female Lavellan || An Edwardian AU || 3256 words || CW: Shipwrecks, storms, non-graphic description of violence ]
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Raina was born by the ocean. Raised on it. Her first steps had been on her father’s boat, her first memories were by the seaside. She knew the ocean, her feet were more stable on a ship than on dry land. She knew how to move, knew how to read the waves, knew when a storm was coming and it was time to seek shelter and drop the anchor, knew how to move if the coast was too far and the anchor wouldn’t reach the bottom.
That night, nothing mattered.
That night was cold and wet and salty, she was cold to her bones, the ship swayed left and right, waves scroshing down the bridge white with foam, too much for her footing to keep sure.
At a certain point, she had to hang on the railing and wait for the next wave to shift the Hvalur around and sweep the bridge. It made it slippery and wet, but she had something to hang onto and avoid slipping down, down, in the black of the water and to a certain death.
She was desperately trying to reach the wheel, but it seemed like the hull extended longer and longer the more steps she took. The more difficult, harsh and slippery steps she took. It felt like for each step she made, the storm pushed her back two.
Rain filled her eyes, it didn’t matter how much oilskin she had covered herself with. The ship rolled too much for it to be effective, the Northern Atlantic cold and unforgiving. It mattered little that it was the same ocean that saw her whole life passing by.
She used her hands to drag herself further. Further. A little more, headed to the stern lantern. Closer and closer, she gritted her teeth in effort, pushing her heavy, cold legs to work for a little more. Just a little more, and-
- someone yelled to her back, someone Raina knew.
If she thought her blood was frozen from the cold before, she was wrong. It froze now, recognizing that voice as her brain filled with dread.
She turned, heart beating fast, in time to see two things.
The first, was that whales were blowing in the water, puff glowing starkly white against the blackness of the surroundings, black noses emerging, mastodontic tails breaking the waves right after. Everything was fast and quick, but those tails, growing bigger and bigger -too big, a part of her brain knew they weren’t as-
The second thing was Aisling, climbing over the railing of the vessel. One foot, the other, hands propping herself up on the border…
Panic took her, making her limbs suddenly light, too light. She forgot about the ship -she never reached the wheel in time and the ship wrecked, she knew, trying to change it was pointless anyway- and lunged for the other woman. The ship was lost, but Aisling was not. Aisling would not be. She let go, slipped and turned, yelled at her not to jump, it wasn’t-
- Thunder cracked in the sky, illuminating the night, and everything seemed to go slower.
Raina turned, in time to see a tail -huge, enormous, too enormous- contrasting black against the whitened sky, horribly close to her. Aisling slipped and fell with a yelp that wasn’t happiness, was dread.
Raina knew what was about to happen. She knew it all too well.
She saw the same scene before, after all, even if she couldn’t remember when or why, and some details where off. It was the first time that Aisling was there, but the rest, she knew.
Time sped up, recovering the pause of before. The tail descended on the ship, heavy and quick, the ship tilted to it obediently.
A crash, a boom, the pavement slipped from under her feet and her hand lost grip, Raina collided heavily on the water.
The ocean filled her clothes, slipped inside her oilskin, her trousers and sweater and shirt. She thrashed madly, confused and not understanding where was up and where was down.
Everything was black, she never felt so cold in her life, nor so scared.
Or well, she already saw and felt everything there, and she, indeed, felt just as cold and just as scared.
But she couldn’t remember when.
She saw Aisling back again, taken down by huge jaws full of teeth, eyes void.
She screamed, and her lungs filled with water and salt.
A familiar flavour, at least, just before she drowned.
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Raina woke up screaming from the bottom of her lungs, jolting awake and up.
She couldn’t breathe -or well, she could but it was difficult- her heart thrummed in her ears, and she was still mortally cold, and felt wet. Everything she saw was black, black, a vast nothingness and an infinite ocean where up and down were the same thing, and each meant death.
She struggled to breathe, body not fully responding, blinking and squinting to get a clue of where she was, anything to tell her that it wasn’t the bottom of the Atlantic, there were no whales around her.
Something shifter beside her, something else squeaked from the same direction, but it made her just more on pins and needles than she was before.
“Raina?”
A voice, groggy with sleep, which brought a too vivid image to her mind. Not being able to see her didn’t help: she kept imagining her maimed and mauled, brought down in the ocean by sharp teeth.
“It’s ok. It’s just me. It’s fine, you’re safe.”
Aisling kept on, shifting closer, voice soft and quiet. Not the voice of a person who is dying. It calmed her a little, but not seeing her didn’t fully help, even if slowly breathing was becoming easier.
“Can I touch you?”
She asked, and slowly, oh so slowly she approached. Raina felt the faintest of touches, barely the shifting of the cloth on her shoulders, brushing over her skin. When she didn’t react, the touch became a real one, hands placing delicately on her shoulders. Gradually, very gradually, fingers squeezed, and when nothing else happened, the squeeze became a hug, a cheek rested on her shoulder, she felt hair brushing on her jaw.
Her body wouldn’t move on its own, but she let Aisling gently move her, to lean on her more thoroughly first -her fingers combed through her hair, nails gently scratching her scalp- and then down, back to bed, when her breathing got more regular and her shoulders unclenched some.
She remembered where she was, then, and why it was so dark.
It wasn’t the ocean, it was Aisling’s hut. The embers in the fireplace must have extinguished, and the rain still ticked on the glass of the curtained window, behind the steel bars of the bed’s headboard. They were sharing the bed because Aisling received some bad news about her research, yesterday, and all she had asked was if she could sleep in her bed tonight, and not in the hammock hanging from the ceiling. Raina couldn’t tell her no, not when she had looked so uncharacteristically down. It was her bed, after all, and Raina had been occupying it since two months. Two months since Aisling found her on shore, miraculously still alive after the shipwreck. She tried to offer to sleep in the hammock, but she was too tall for it, and too heavy for the hook in the ceiling. So, they shared.
Sweat had cooled down on her skin and she shivered. Quickly, the blankets were back on her. Aisling shifted around, as she kept chatting in a soft voice about what she was doing and why. Tucking her in, so she was fully covered, the night was chilly and they both didn’t want her to get another fever. Fixing the sheet and the blanket together, Raina apparently had twisted them around while thrashing in sleep.
It was too much, and a part of her brain was screaming to tell her to stop -she would have, Raina had only to ask. One thing was pining and finding her cute and not acting upon it not to make the situation any weirder than it already was, another was sharing a bed, waking her up in the middle of the night and taking advantage of her kindness like so.
Maybe it was the nightmare, maybe it was still some lingering fear that clutched her throat and her heart like so, maybe it was the bone-deep need of knowing she was unharmed, she wasn’t bloody and drowning.
Raina listened to the other part of her brain, and as soon as Aisling too, finally, curled down beneath the covers, she shifted forward and slipped her arms around her waist, dragging her closer.
She felt the other gasp, the chatting stopped for a moment. Raina squeezed her eyes hard and clutched the other’s body closer, if but for a moment before rejection came crushing hard on her.
The moment passed, another came. And another.
The next, she felt Aisling sigh and shift. Not to slip away, but to slip an arm in the crook of her neck and hug her shoulders back, cheek resting on top of her head and fingers coming back to caress her hair, tread in short black locks leisurely.
“Don’t let me go.” It slipped out of Raina’s lips automatically, without her thinking too much about it. She would have hated how hoarse and whiny it sounded, if there had been anyone else with her.
“I won’t.” Aisling just told her, staying right where she was and hugging her tighter in all answer.
Soft and steady between her arms and under her cheek, she pressed her ear on her shoulder, and felt her heart beating, her chest rise and fall with breath.
She smelled liked salty water, but on her, it didn’t make her antsy.
Her breath calmed, and she forget embarrassment and pining, and let the solid body in her arm, the fingers in her hair, Iull her back to a dreamless sleep.
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The next time she woke up, the hut was illuminated by grey light filtering from the other window in the kitchen corner.
The day was cloudy, and there was still noise of rain, more intense on the glass, even if curtains were drawn to cover the window on the bed.
Raina, on her belly, took a moment to get used to the waking world again. She didn’t feel so tired after all, even if she felt a weird pressure on her back, pinning her down.
The cupboards and cabinets were all in their place, with the stove. The table was still full of papers, books and writing materials in terrible order, the fireplace, the yellow armchair beside the bed, in front of her, was still there. Everything -the few things that could fit that barrack, that was, and they had to choose between the table and a second bed because both wouldn’t have fitted- was exactly where she left them the night before.
It felt silly, now, to have actually believed that it was the ocean and everything could have been swept away by the storm.
She couldn’t see in the dark the whales and waves and sea animals painted on the walls. And even if she could, Aisling was an enthusiastic painter, but not a talented one. She knew that was a seal –“a sea lion, that’s very different”- only because she tried to guess and mistook it for an otter first. Little to fear, even in the night and after a nightmare.
She shifted, trying to get awake and at least get some of her dignity back by getting breakfast ready, when Aisling groaned, too close for comfort, and the weight on her back shifted, something squeezed her waist.
Raina fell back down with wide eyes, turning her head as she could to glimpse the curve of Aisling’s back at her side, disappearing up her back when she couldn’t see. One of her arms stuck close to her bust.
Fuck.
Embarrassment came all back, and the exact memory of what she did in the night crushed on her barely awake conscience. Well, she was fully awake now, and ready to panic.
Aisling had found her after the shipwreck and welcomed her in her home. In the home that was allegedly too small for one person alone. She left her her bed, slept in an old hammock that she hung on a hook on the wall that couldn’t have surrected Raina’s weight. Aisling never complained, never once even when they quarreled because all the biologist could speak about were whales and Raina didn’t want to hear anything about them that wasn’t how monstrous they were.
And two months later, she took advantage of her kindness in that way.
Hell, she had a fiancée back home. A façade of one, but still she had one.
And Raina didn’t want to intrude letting her know that she could as well see her as more than a friend. Now it would have been difficult to explain otherwise.
But, as her pining mind scrambled to find a passable excuse that kept her behaviour proper and fitting, Aisling shifted again. She felt her nuzzling in the space between her shoulder blades, rustling her shirt, squeeze her waist with her arms and curl up more snugly against her side, groaning with a groggy voice.
“Mmmmh, five minutes more…”
Which was perfectly, blissfully normal, and made Raina snort, despite her heart beating too fast.
“Let me go-” she didn’t want her to let her go. “-and I’ll get breakfast ready while you sleep some more?”
Another groan from her back, longer.
“No. You’re warm and cozy.”
That didn’t help.
“And you told me not to let you go.”
That helped even less.
Raina cleared her throat, biting her tongue before her traitorous mouth could answer with something else she would have regretted later.
She shifted amongst drowsy protests and arms trying to keep her there -that helped very, very little- and seeing her face all pouty still with her eyes squeezed close made her want to bend down and kiss her.
Bad.
She bravely resisted the urge, and deftly slipped her pillow between Aisling’s arms, slipping down the bed and depositing her back on the mattress. She ruffled her hair -that was proper, maybe- and tucked the blanket up her shoulder.
And went directly to the kitchen, hoping that cooking would have cleared her mind more, and maybe distracted Aisling enough to forget to talk about things Raina wasn’t exactly ready to discuss.
She lit the fire in the hearth and then approached the kitchen. Picked from the larder eggs, butter, sugar, milk and flour. It was a pancake day she decided, and shifted bowls and tools out of their cupboards. Cooking had been something she took up since she could stand for long enough. Partly to thank Aisling for her hospitality, partly to not feel so much a dead weight and get a little less restless while forced to rest, partly because Aisling was even worse a cook than she was a painter.
And, the stove allowed her to give her back to Aisling, and clear her mind with another task to keep her hands busy. Crack the eggs, mix them with sugar, add the melted butter and the milk, add flour, little by little.
Skillet on the fire, she let some butter melt on the iron, swinging the pan back and fort to distribute it.
Mechanical tasks that kept her attention on them. Soon enough, whatever emotion was swirling around in her mind -how Aisling smelled like sea-salt, the exact curve of her waist- tuned down, substituted by pouring batter and checking it didn’t burn up.
It lasted little. Muffled steps on the wooden planks, a chair got dragged back, and her roommate sighed heavily, paper rustling under her arms.
“Pancakes?”
“Yup.”
“Wow, what’s the occasion?”
“You had a rough day yesterday… I thought it could cheer you up.” It was true. Also, a thank you for not making it weird.
“Mh.” She hummed, with a certain tone that told Raina she wasn’t convinced. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what?” Raina asked back, too briskly maybe, her muscles contracting.
Aisling got the hint and waited before answering. Her eyes burned on Raina’s neck, but she soldiered on, flipping one pancake on a plate and pouring another ladleful of batter on the skillet, rolling it around to spread it in a circle. Just another officer checking her work, she was. Nothing she hadn’t faced before. Or so she tried to tell herself.
“What did you dream about?”
Aisling, finally, asked, voice impossibly soft, hesitating as if she wasn’t fully sure she even could ask.
They’ve been in contact in a narrow space for enough time -Raina spent almost half her life on ships to know that time didn’t matter much in relationships of any kind between humans when space was scarce. And the hut was narrower than any ship she ever worked on. She knew that the biologist wouldn’t have minded if she had changed the topic. She knew all too well. And yet…
…Yet, that kindness melted away fears. She knew, from experience, that if she had told her, she wouldn’t have minded. As she wasn’t minding last night accomodations and talking to her normally now.
Raina sighed heavily, flipping the pancake around. She burned it a little, in all her musing, and she glared at him as if it was its fault.
After a minute, she slid it on the other plate she had readied -her own-, and left the skillet on the stove on its own, turning towards Aisling.
“I dreamt about you.”
She declared, simple as that. No pain, no gain.
Aisling’s cheek turned pinker, and it was her turn to lower her eyes.
“Oh.” She just told her. “I see. Well, I must have been horrible if you woke up so startled, I apologise.”
Raina laughed at that. Let it to her to apologise for someone else’s dreams. Aisling turned her face up, giggling shily with her.
“Anything else?” Aisling asked, a smile still on her face.
“Well...” Raina shrugged, turning back to the skillet. More butter on it, and more pancakes when the butter melted. “The usual.”
She told her, ironizing on how only her could try and make friend with a gigantic whale on a murder spree. It made Aisling laugh, agreeing and counter-arguing -as Raina knew she would have- that the whale surely had her good reasons, probably was just scared and didn’t do it on purpose.
In the morning light, with laughter filling the room, the perfume of sweets in the air and rain ticking rhythmically on the windows and buttering the sea outside the window, it all seemed less scary and less serious than it did even half an hour before.
They ate their breakfast, still bickering and laughing about how murderous whales exactly were, as their usual.
Aisling said nothing about the night and sleeping hugged together.
But, she shifted on the chair, collecting her legs on the sittee -she could sit straight only if she took an effort- and one of her feet rested on Raina’s chair, at her right over the corner of the table. Toes gently resting on her thigh.
Raina felt herself blushing, Aisling smiled and her cheeks were pink as well. Nobody said anything about it, and it felt right, there and then, before another day fully began.
It didn’t help at all, but Raina didn’t mind it.
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Eric's Decision
After saying goodnight to Ariel, Eric makes a choice.
"Goodnight, Ariel"
I said goodnight to the girl whose name I just learned mere hours ago but whom I spent an incredible day with. I watched as she headed to her room and I could feel that something had changed.
"I'm afraid they didn't find the mystery girl", Grimsby said. Right. The mystery girl who saved me. A part of me forgot about her while I was with Ariel. But another part of me felt something familiar when Ariel touched my face at the lagoon. Almost like Ariel WAS the mystery girl. It felt impossible. When I first met Ariel the day she showed up to the castle, I was holding onto hope that it was her. But then it turned out she couldn't speak. How could Ariel be the girl with the enchanting voice that pulled me from the shipwreck if that was so? Perhaps somehow Ariel lost her voice between saving me and arriving to the castle? Got amnesia so she doesn't remember? If there was a way for her to tell me, she would. Maybe I was losing my mind.
Grismby asked if they should still continue with the search. I wasn't quite sure. Then Grimsby said,
"Don't be held back by what you think should be. Think only of what is."
Grimsby's words stuck with me. Ariel was real and she was right in front of me. I suppose that's what I thought of the mystery girl too. The line between her and Ariel became more and more blurred. I needed to make a decision.
I went to the beach to think. As I run my hands through the sand I'm reminded of what it felt like to be washed up on the beach after the shipwreck. How I was brought back to life by the voice of an angel. I'm also thinking about how much better I've been feeling since I met Ariel. How alive I felt when I was with Ariel. That's how I've been feeling lately. Alive. And I know for sure the one person who was making me feel that way.
Ariel.
I wanted to be with Ariel. I had to let the idea of the mystery girl go. Somehow, by choosing Ariel it didn't feel like the mystery girl was entirely gone. But it felt right.
I raced up the beach to head back to the castle. Back to Ariel. I only hoped that she'd want to be with me too. All of a sudden I heard a familiar melody coming from the sea. What the-
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I recently realized that I've retained a lot of obscure knowledge about Team Starkid + friends from when I was obsessed with them a few years ago. And I wonder how much the average Starkid fan knows about team Starkid and other projects some of them have been involved in.
Please respond in the poll below how many of these you know or have at least heard of:
-all the Starkid musicals
-Little White Lie
-The Lord of the Rings musical that they didn't record
-Tours/other live shows
-Glee
-Tin Can Brothers
-Darren Criss' solo music
-TalkFine's music that's unrelated to musicals (namely Lesser Known Hits)
-Jim and the Povolos
-The Potion Master's Corner/Joe Moses Showses
-just con panels in general (but specifically the one with Sean Astin)
-Meredith Stepien's comedy skits
-Breredith and Richpez (and other relationships)
-Shipwrecked Comedy
-Rim Tim Timmy's Fun Time Hour
-Angela is on Smosh
-Devin Lytle used to be on BuzzFeed
-Jon Matteson's twitch channel
-other personal youtube channels of Starkid members
-other appearances of Starkid members on tv (such as Joey Richter in Jessie and the Legend of Korra)
-other web series/projects they've been a part of (such as Muzzled or I Ship It)
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Ernst Robinson x Fem Reader AU Part 2
“Poor girl. I couldn’t imagine a young one like her surviving in a place like this,” their mother whispers. “We supposed she must be from a previous shipwreck. But, I don’t think she has any memory of it,” replied Fritz. You stare out at the half sunken ship in the middle of the sea, feeling as if it’s history repeating itself. You, a young child, barely a teenager, washed up on this island with no memory, no knowledge, and just a large antique chest that had warped from water damage, along with a few pieces of wreckage from the ship that had washed up as well. It was a mystery though how you possibly survived.
“Now sweetie, how long have you been here?”Their mother asked. “I don’t know…It’s hard to keep count after so long.”, “Well, do you know your age?” You shake your head in response. You knew you must have been around eight when you first washed up on the island, but with no calendar or watch you never really kept track of your age span. From the look of you though, you must have been about fourteen or fifteen, but who knows, you couldn’t even remember your own birthday if you wanted to.
“They said you needed help…I could help you if you want.” You stutter with your words, still unsure if you should trust these people. “I say you only have a few days before that ship is gone. If you could try to collect supplies, I could help you survive.” “Yes, thank you. Boy’s come with me.” Ernst and Fritz go with their father to the ship to collect supplies while you stay back with their mother and sister.
After a couple of hours, and a few trips back and forth from the ship, you were able to help them set up a small tent from some old wreckage and a large cloth, also starting up a fire for them to keep warm. It was strange. These people were different then you imagined, they were kind, sweet, and welcoming….a family. You forgot what that was like.
You sigh and shake your head, you couldn’t get too soft around these people. “Thank you, for helping us today.” Ernst sits next to you, offering you a piece of fruit he collected from the ship earlier. You take the offering, but scoot away a little. “It’s a miracle you survived here for so long. How did you do it?” You stay silent for a moment until you finally respond. “Well, I didn’t do it alone.” Ernst turns his head in confusion. “When I first washed up, I had no memory of where I came from or how I got here. The only clues I had were an old chest engraved with a name, and…this.” You pull out a small gold locket from under your clothes, opening it showing an old baby photo that had slowly faded over the years.
“I remember I cried that day. I was so young, and so clueless, I knew I wasn’t going to survive a night. In the beginning, I was just eating whatever I could find or reach. I was tired, weak, and always had to sleep on the beach because I was too afraid an animal would eat me.”
“That sounds terrifying,” Ernst said. “It was. Until, I met someone. An island folk. He was tall and dark and carried a spear on his back. I thought he would hurt me, but he didn’t seem to be bothered. He didn’t speak any English either. I remember following him everyday, watching as he caught and killed things for food, watching as he sharpened and mended his knives and spear.”
“I then tried myself. Practicing everyday how to catch a fish without falling into the water or it slapping me in the face.” You and Ernst both chuckled. “After a while, I was able to adapt to the island and survive. I was able to build my place in the trees and hunt my own food. But soon, the man left, and I haven't seen him since.”
“So, some mystery man you met one day helped you survive.” You nod in response. Ernst scoffed in disbelief. “I’m just surprised, girls are usually terrified and weak-” Ernst screeches as you begin to squeeze his hand with your strong grip, cutting his circulation. “OW! OW!, Okay, Okay!” Ernst gasps as you let go, watching as the color in his head turns back to normal. “I guess I was wrong.” He chuckled.
You give him a small smile as you roll your eyes, taking another large chunk from the fruit, the juices running down the sides of your mouth. You didn’t really have any proper table manners.
*Thank you all for the love and support on my last post. I'm thinking of making this into a full fanfiction. If you have any other story ideas or headcanons my inbox is open 😊*
PART 1
#Ernst Robinson x reader#stranded 2002#stranded#ernst robinson#neil newbon#fanfic#island au#fanfiction#astarion#AU#Ernst with an island girlfriend#What's better than that 😩#fyp
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Shipwreck
Pairing: Choi Jongho (Ateez) xGN!Reader; Genre: mermaid au, angst; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Wordcount: 570; Warnings: a dangerous dive, bull sharks, mentions of a fight, a speer
Synopsis: Instead of being eaten by the sharks, you're rescued by a merman.
You cursed yourself inside your mind over and over again. Stuck inside an old shipwreck with your air supply slowly but surely vanishing, you couldn’t help yourself but think of all the warnings you had heard before venturing out to the shipwreck.
“It’s too dangerous!”
“There are lots of sharks out there!”
“Diving there alone is almost like a suicide mission.”
Right now you wished, you had listened to them but like usual out of spite you had ignored all the warnings, all the red flags and went head first with your mission.
You peered out of the hole inside the shipwreck, seeing dozens of incredibly large bull sharks circling the area. You could have sworn they weren’t there before, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have reached the shipwreck in the first place.
You pushed back when a large shadow swam along right in front of the hole you were hiding in. While everything within you screamed out in panic, you desperately tried to hold on to your logic. Panic was the last thing you wanted while you were so far under the sea.
So far the sharks had stayed far away from the shipwreck itself, giving you some sense of safety but the shadow just now? That made your skin crawl.
Once again you carefully got closer to the opening, peering out into the sea. You nearly forgot how to breathe when you saw something way bigger than the sharks fighting them off. Though the size wasn’t what made you speechless. It was the usage of a weapon instead.
“You can come out now.”
While a part of you wanted to stay hidden, fearing the creature that fought a bunch of sharks just now, your body still moved on its own accord. You swam out of the shipwreck, feeling immediately vulnerable out in the open like that.
“For a being that’s supposed to be dangerous and harmful,” - the large shadow came closer, revealing a merman, who gave you a look once over - “you’re everything but. If I hadn’t showed up, what would you have done?”
He swam around you once, twice and then stopped right in front of you again. “You would have died down there without the air you need so desperately or up here in between the sharks that were only waiting to feast on you by the way.”
You winced upon his harsh words, feeling how you somehow shrunk in front of him. He was already incredibly large, making you feel small but his words only added on to that feeling.
“Follow me”, he sighed and swam towards the surface. His large, dark blue tail easily propelled him forward, bringing a huge distance between you two. Another sigh came out of his mouth when you finally breached the surface as well.
You pulled the mask and mouthpiece from your face and turned to the merman, taking a closer look at him.
He wore some sort of intricate mask around his eyes that had spikes reaching upwards. Somehow he looked like a kind of soldier - especially with the spear he still held in one of his hands.
“Don’t tell me you’re unable to speak at all.”
You quickly shook your head. “No, no. I can speak. It’s just. I’m surprised. Thank you…” Your voice rose at the end, indicating you hoped to learn a name.
“Jongho.”
A smile spread over your lips as you nodded. “Thank you Jongho.”
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Im telling you guys about my theory on evadare and what the void is(threat/j)
for context(according to what i heard from people who are in rems server): the events of evadare and xrun are REAL events that actually happened to Rafe. this is confirmed
The Void is a VERY big mystery, y'know? like, vaguely gestures. the two main things ive seen are: Is Whats Going On In It Real and Whats Happening.
Heres my thoughts on what it is, and i even have Evidence!!!
I think the void is a weird pocket dimension, in that bermuda triangle-esc thing we see the ship shipwreck into, that projects the viewers traumas and fears into reality as a form of Nightmare, and the way to beat it/get out is to "beat your nightmare".
weird right?
this is in Rems video titled
"Incredibox || Evadare Chapter III - Void || Announcement"
Now onto why i think the void projects peoples traumas and fears and to why i think its Not Real!! in that order
Do you see those warning triangles that say "OXYGEN LOW"? those are the same warning triangles we see in the Galaxy Bonuses on Rafes space suit
and have you noticed the Void gasmasks name? its 072021. 07/2021. July 2021. its a date, and if you look at all of rems youtube posts during that time, you can see that they all relate to Galaxy:
July 2nd, 2021
Galaxy Mix, "Good old times"
July 13th, 2021
All Unused Galaxy Files
July 18th, 2021
Galaxy's Bonus 1, The Forgotten (remake)
July 27th, 2021
Galaxy, the Zodiac Update
July 29th, 2021
Galaxy, All Bonuses
Nearly suffocating to death in space, only being saved by either his friend sacrificing himself or Aries stepping in, Must have been traumatic for Rafe. and seeing him die(again depending on what you believe) would be terrifying!!
this friend, seen in both the 2nd galaxy bonus and evadares 3rd bonus. Rafe has to see nightmare crush his friend. the next screenshot is from voids 1st bonus, right before it happens
His friend dying is either a severe Trauma to Rafe or a severe Fear. either way, the void takes advantage of it. Now onto whats actually a fear.
Capitan(and his crew by proxy) is one of the only allies Rafe has in this entire journey, and you can see this in his sound in the mod too!! him Telling Rafe that he should stay and he will be kept safe.
it makes sense that seeing him die would be a major fear of Rafe.
And now that we went into what the Void Does, lets go into if its real or not. as i said i don't think it is, and the secret is in the sprites/voids bonus!!
Look at the sprite between Nightmare and Jacko.
They're similar, but Noticeably different!! nightmares eyes and mouth are different, and the shapes his sprite is comprised of are bumpy and rough, compared to Jackos face and smooth/clean sprite-work.
and another: notice the differences between gasmask and 072021(along with 072021 being a incarnation of Rafes trauma from galaxy)
different outfits. but thats not really one im paying attention to tho, despite it being worth noting.
what i want to talk about is their Animations!!
gasmasks only animation is his head moving up and down to the rhythm of his sound, and his mask lenses fogging up as he exhales. while 072021's animation has the cheeks of his mask puff up and sink in as he inhales and exhales!! very noticeable difference. especially considering the point i made before
now onto the most notable point:
Rafes cuts on his face are completely missing.
we can clearly see in Voids 1st bonus that he has the cuts on his face he gained in Xrun:
but later, in the same bonus, As SOON as he enters the void and we can see his face, they are GONE COMPLETELY:
you may say its a mistake and rem forgot, but she included the blood spatter on rafes face he got from Capitan dying at Nightmares hands, his cuts stayed the entire time in xruns bonuses and the beginning of Voids, so they are an important detail in his design!!
The blood spatter is even in his sprite!! theres no way rem would include the BLOOD FROM CAPITAN DYING and THE SLIT IN HIS EYEBROW and not include the cuts on his face
That concludes this VERY long post about my theory!!!! i hope you guys consider this :DDDDD
#incredibox#pleaseplaesepleasepleaseplease work PLEASE IM BEGGING#evadare#xrun#void#rafe#jacko#nightmare#capitan#072021#gasmask#spark speaks#PLEASE IM BEGGING PLEASE LET THIS WOKR#press j to skip posts
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big announcement to make after my first viewing: the little mermaid (2023) kinda slapped!!!!
it’s not a perfect movie, but it was so charming and full of heart, and it felt like the ppl making it actually cared about it beyond cash grabs. and halle is a FORCE of nature. she not only carried this movie, she sang it and swam it and flipped it upside down. she is MY LITTLE MERMAID ok. there’s something so striking and soft and melancholy about her, like you absolutely buy that she’s a disney princess BUT ALSO an old school mythical siren from a fairy tale. she had great chemistry with everyone, but her chemistry with eric?? totally unexpected to me. i actually liked their relationship much better here than in the original. the guy who plays eric (i’ve only seen him in the little women miniseries where he plays a very passable laurie) does a pretty good job, but it’s halle who makes the romance come alive for me.
anyway, the film also looked pretty great, so i guess they listened to ppl’s complaints when the first trailers came out. like, some sequences even impressed me visually?? not everything worked, but when it did, you kind of forgot about the cracks. i didn’t even mind melissa mccarthy as ursula, even though i was gunning for smb else. i wish they’d done more with her tho. i liked the things they teased out in her character, even a secret vulnerability (i’m thinking of the scene where she is frantically looking for a potion in order to beat ariel and you can sort of feel her unraveling), but i would’ve loved a bigger confrontation between her and triton.
going back to eric for a minute, i found the changes made to his backstory kind of fascinating. not only did they flesh him out and give him more personality, but eric is, arguably, a much bigger “fish out of water” than ariel in this movie. ariel seems to belong to his world more than he does, because he is one of the few white people on the island and his status is very hazy. i mean, he was a foundling who was discovered after a shipwreck; he is a literal offering from the ocean. it’s got me thinking all kinds of thoughts lol. in any case, i really liked his connection to ariel, how they’re both collectors/explorers, how he’s drawn to the ocean and she’s drawn to the land. their lil nerd sessions! her spelling out her name using the stars! ahhh
overall, i really enjoyed the film and i plan on seeing it a second time! (which never happens with these live actions lol)
(oh, i knew the movie was gonna win me over when they began the film with that quote about mermaid tears from hans christian himself!!)
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Hello random stranger I don’t even follow! I grew up on Lake Erie and we have a storm hag and I am so excited to talk about her! Mostly she’s from like the war of 1812 and partially forgotten about, but she’s said to cause storms that take down ships so she can feast on sailor flesh. She has a spooky little theme song but by the time you hear it it’s too late and she’s already next to your ship about to pull you under. Which like, you’d think then that we wouldn’t know the song but it’s:
Come into the water, love, dance beneath the waves
Where dwell the bones of sailor lads inside my mossy cave
She’s said to live in a cave under presque isle, which does not make sense because it’s a sand bar full of swampy lagoons, but also there’s a rip current medium often on the beach side so arguably she’s still out there sucking down souls. I’m just saying there’s bluffs on the other side of the bay that seem more reasonable as a place to find caves. But like also historically during the war of 1812 (but really 1813) Oliver hazard Perry’s fleet spent the winter in misery bay, which is sort of toward the end of presque isle, and they were very cold and hungry. I do also like to think that the people that fall through the ice dunes and die in winter are her victims. Maybe also the people that snowmobile on the ice too far into spring and go under. Then again she probably can’t be blamed for every kind of stupid death that happens.
Anyway apparently her name is Jenny Greenteeth, which makes it pretty clear that she’s an English import at least in name, but I love her.
Also, in case you don’t already know, Lake Erie is shallow which makes the currents weird and there’s like, so many shipwrecks. It’s warmer than the deeper lakes so they aren’t as well preserved as the ones in Lake Superior or anything, but there are genuinely a nuts number of them. Also there’s at least one ghost ship, the dean richmond. There’s this whole area called the Lake Erie quadrangle that they’re thinking about protecting federally because there’s so many shipwrecks? Like, beyond a Bermuda Triangle amount. But on the bright side, it doesn’t have as much of a plane crash history as the Lake Michigan triangle!
Also there are some giant goddamned sturgeon in that lake, and if you feel the need to go mermaid tail/person body with the mermaid thing I recommend a long twisty sturgeon tail and body! I forgot what this was for in my excitement to tell someone about my girl Jenny Greenteeth, but have so much fun!
THIS is what I'm talking about!
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Agrippa
A companion to Thurinus, in more ways than one.
I
They say you were born Caesarean
Foot-first, a breach birth,
Cut from your mother's corpse.
They say the doctor gripped
Your leg wrong, poor Agrippa,
That's why you cannot run.
Your sister steps in—Vipsania—
To raise what your father won't.
Your brother tells you legends
Of Carthage and Corinth crushed.
So you better learn your Latin
To work in a Roman world.
II
At eight, you meet Octavius
Frail and fatherless, mother missing
A useless youngest, like you.
But he appreciates your assistance
And an ugly impulse is proud
That for once, you aren't the weakest.
You doodle in your downtime
Of buildings long abandoned.
All roads lead to Rome, and so flows
The wealth. Octavius asks,
Listens, looks actually upset.
"If I were ruler of the world—"
III
Years pass, and your classmates
Cluster cluelessly round Octavius.
Something about a "Caesar,"
Their fathers said. You flirt with
Him for a laugh, and he shoves
You into the river, ears red.
At twelve Octavius is taken
To his relatives in Rome.
In his letters he lets out
His heart, his hate, how much
He masks for his stepfather's sake,
How much he misses you.
IV
Dark clouds drape the country
As Caesar and Pompey splinter.
At your father's insistence,
Your brother joins the legions
Representing the republic.
As usual, you're ignored.
Octavius sides with Caesar
And your father forbids you write.
You confess in your final missive
Your families have become foes,
But forgo your father's name
Leaving merely Marcus Agrippa.
Your classmates are conscripted, and for once,
You feel grateful to be lame.
V
You can't fathom who'd follow Caesar
And march on Rome, removing
Their opponents piece by piece.
You know nothing of your brother
Till his body returns home
Bruised, bandaged—and breathing.
To thank the conqueror's kindness
You attend his triumph: a moment
Of gold amid the masses in rags.
Octavius rides beside him,
A sun-kissed vision at seventeen.
You walk in different worlds.
VI
Two weeks later, a letter:
Octavius is gravely ill,
And he wants no one but you.
Though you can't run, you can ride,
Arrive to find him feverish,
And he asks you for a favor.
Caesar sailed for Spain without him
Because Octavius was weak.
You've felt that same fire
To prove people wrong, see his hope
Of rekindling a connection.
You can't help saying yes.
VII
You get seasick, shipwrecked,
Lost at the edge of the earth,
But find your bearings by the stars
Astride stolen horses. Octavius
Takes his turn scanning for Spaniards.
You learn to hunt, to hide, to kill.
Over a hundred miles, he wonders
Where you'd lay down walls,
Build bridges, start cities.
Five years, and he never forgot
Your scribbles, as if someday
They might be more than daydreams.
VIII
You embarked from Rome as boys,
And meet Caesar's camp as men.
He gives you a dozen duties:
It's a compliment, coming from him.
Later, you learn Octavius
Petitioned your brother's pardon.
Why didn't he reveal it?
Embarrassed, he explains,
He didn't want you indebted.
You aren't a follower, but a friend.
No sooner the word is spoken
Than you know it's not enough.
Caesar sends you both to Macedonia, only months
Before he is murdered.
IX
It's dangerous to know Octavius.
He could be on the killers' list.
He hopes he can protect you
By going back to Rome.
But you were broken once,
And won't abandon him again.
Together you enter Italy, are
Detained by the dictator's men.
He's left Octavius everything,
Not least his famous name.
And as your friend affirms Agrippa,
You're the first to style him Caesar.
X
In Rome you fight to rescue
Your friend's rightful fortune.
But Antony's embezzled, and
Insinuates young Caesar
Only earned it through incest.
Caesar stops you from strangling him.
The dictator's dead, but Antony
Breaks bread with his butchers
Indifferent to injustice, and
The legions' grief for their leader.
Cicero assesses, assures his support
Against your common enemy.
XI
It's only a matter of months
Before Antony and the assassins
Wreak havoc across the country.
You and Caesar swear allegiance
To the Senate, raise a legion
While Cicero wars with words.
It's easier than expected
To kill your countrymen.
You're reborn in the blood of battle
And secure Italy's safety
At Caesar's side. Cicero
Stabs you both in the back.
XII
Step aside, he says. A whisper
Of his real thoughts reaches you.
The saviors of the Senate must be
Praised, raised, and erased.
Caesar's irate, would rather
Demand his due. And you?
Submit to the republic
That never respected you?
Or risk everything for a vision
Of a city worth calling a capital
And what the world could be
If you purged the opposition?
You will follow your Caesar faithfully,
And march on Rome.
#agrippa is an extremely biased narrator#his views don't reflect my own#but it was fun trying to capture his vibes#marcus agrippa#octavian#poetry#jlrrt scribbles#octagrippa
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I've been seeing so many people making their own Shipwrecked OCs so I thought maybe I could give it a shot!
People of the beloved Shipwrecked community, your very own Luna Bruce's first ever Shipwrecked/BSB character..
Now presenting.. *Drumroll sounds*
Whiskerz!!!
Her pronouns are They/He/She! ^^ They're a kitten character who originated from Cogware's first game, but Liz while she was designing him kinda sorta forgot to..
Actually give him whiskers.
So she has none despite their name XD
Then later on when Liz, Connor, and Harry were developing Shipwrecked, they decided pretty early on that they wanted to put a nod to Blundedcover into it, to show how far they've come! Now they had literal Broadside Animations working along side them!! They were so close to being a successful game studio!! :D What would their little nod to Blundedcover be? They decided it would be the little whiskerless kitten Whiskerz! :D I haven't decided why yet. Maybe Patt made her! So Connor was more attached to them. I dunno yet!
So now they live on Nulla Terra!! As one of the few non-wulf inhabitants of the island! ^^ They also look up to Wulf, and probably Stumbler too! :3 Maybe they enjoy art like Stumbler too! Maybe because of him he decided to try out making art!! :D I haven't thought much about her parents, but I'm thinking he could be an orphan ;w; That being said, that's all I have so far for them! :D I hope to draw more of them now that I actually have an OC, they're a lil bean ^^
Alt versions of the art like without the name and or coloring below!
Transparent ver.
Without the name + transparent!
Only the eyes colored without name
Pure outline without name
Just eyes colored with name (I think it looks pretty nice like this)
#shipwrecked 64#my posts#ooc#sw64 fanart#sw64#sw64 oc#OC#shipwrecked 64 fanart#shipwrecked 64 oc#sw64 whiskerz#whiskerz#shipwrecked 64 whiskerz#SW64#SW64 fanart#sw64 art#shipwrecked 64 art#oc#oc art#my art
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wanna talk about your OCs I would love to hear about your OCs who are they 👀
Oh dear. Sorry I forgot I hadn’t posted this it was in my drafts lol Doing my historical OCs because, well. I wanna and I feel like if I delved into any of my fantasy/sci-fi ones we’d be here ages
Fred Norefleet.
Of all the naval and broadly maritime ocs I have conjured over the years, he’s the most pathetic. By god is he trying his best, but he has continuously come up short in everything he’s done. He tries so hard and his life until recently was just other folk deciding what he was gonna be for him. He’s silent unless spoken to, tends to miss the forest for the trees, stares at you really intently when you’re talking, wishes more than anything to disappear into the background and his first words were probably “I’m sorry.”
That being said, he’s deeply loyal and supports his sisters and uncle financially with his wages. He’s a prime navigator and very detail-oriented, a team player and quite sneaky when need be and might actually make a lieutenant if he didn’t have a spine made from celery. He’s also quite sensitive about his lack of any formal education, receiving the good chunk of it when he became a midshipman. Quite protective, especially after the wreck as a kid. Became a bit of a chronic helper and control freak after that. Absolutely shit at fighting but an excellent sailor. Once dug shot out of his own hip, made it into a coin and carved a ship on it to give to his Friend. He’s that kind of person. He’s trans.
Morwenna Norefleet.
If Fred’s first words were “I’m sorry” then Morrie’s were “WASSON MATE.” The older of the twins by a minute, she and Fred were stuck together like glue until he went away to sea. She taught herself to read by studying the Bible and writes regularly to her brother. As both of them swapped names and gender, they’re quite close. She wants to open her own public house and inn or at least buy one (all the papers in Fred’s name of course). She’s a total flirt, especially with the out of town tinners and any “foreign” sailors (upcountry), even though she’s never settled down what with the whole trans thing. Morwenna embroiders very intricate flowers and landscapes. She once tried to do a ship for her uncle and it was less of a ship than it was a box with sticks. When Fred wouldn’t speak after his shipwreck and time spent stranded when they were 11, she felt really hurt. Especially when he went away to sea the same year, she was really lonely and would often sit in the St Juliot’s graveyard and cry privately. Nowadays she’s alright! Constantly worrying about her brother but also, she’s looking after her other sisters and their children and her uncle and working in an inn and working in the pilchard cellar. Her hevva cakes are amazing. She’s the strongest person in this family, has a deeply rooted sense of self and has boundless self confidence without ever being arrogant. Community and family are what’s important to her most of all, she teaches what she knows of Cornish to her little family members and teaches them to write and read and once hit one unruly patron so hard he woke up crying.
Callum Tredwen.
A mess. Is actively being hunted down by his own brother, is an ex-navy lieutenant, a mutineer and now smuggler. He’s on a suicide mission. He’s a lesbian and has an extremely doomed and unspoken relationship with his first mate. He’s probably committed multiple war crimes, he took a 21-year old doctor hostage and kidnapped him. He ought to be dead but he just won’t die. He’s a dick. An asshole. He’s all the confidence of Morwenna but without any compassion for others (lies, he does, he just rarely acts on it), the anxieties of Fred without any of the perspective. He hits first to avoid ever being hit himself. He refuses to let himself be loved or taken care of. He’s gotten his dearest friends killed and his own self maimed. This man wants blood and he’s going to get it, whether it’s his own or someone else’s. It’s been years and his gender is still “eeeeh.” The 2nd messiest fucker.
#sorry it took so long#morrie is the only one doing Okay here#like yeah she’s got problems#but tbh she deals with them better than the other two#Tredwen and Fred interacting is so fucking funny to me#they couldn’t be further apart and yet share so many similarities#I love Morwenna though she’s so fun#she’s having her own adventures while Fred is having the worst time of his damn life. boys about to punch in his final card ya know?#she’d KILL him a second time if he did tbh#go to the underworld and drag his ass back up to kick his ass and hug hi#she’s a good sister!#she and the uncle are BFFs it’s great#I can’t write cis characters they all become trans or some flavour of queer#my BOYS (and GIRL!)#thanks for the ask!#ask#oc
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Ooh, what if Lapis was a mermaid/siren, who lured her S/O to a secluded island to be shipwrecked, and at her mercy.
Title: The voice
pounding. that was the first thing that you felt when you woke up; this want the pound in your head that you got when you had one too many drinks the night before. No this was brutal throbbing that wracked every every inch of your brain like shards of glass that dug deep into your mind with every move you took... but it didnt matter becuse withen a matter of seconds it was gone replaced with the voice... her voice you breifly recalled some of your memories... at least you think that their your memories you were on a boat. yes thats right you had heard rports of a-a storm you think and you were going to turn around but then you heard it. The voice and it all made sence everything was butiful when you hear the voice. nothing matterd except for the voice. you cared about nothing except for the voice. you had to get to the voice. the storm must have shipreaced you...yes..Yes thats what happend but as another melody periced your ears you forgot everything. you got up from the sand you were lieing upon surronded by the reckage of your boat and began to follow the voice
...
...
...
you ddnt know how much time had past it didnt matter. Nothing matterd but the voice itd didnt matter how much your feet hurt on the course rocky sand beneath your feet the only thing that matterd was the-
you stopped in you tracs. you had found the voice
Oh hello dear
their she was her beutiful blues skin and hair that perfectly represented the ocean she swam in along with a aqua tail that supported her in the smooth currents
You must be so very tired why dont you let my water take you. Its nice and warm. Come on i dont bite... at least not that hard Hehehe
you saw the water begin to take into a new form of a giant hand that wrapped itself around you and brought you into the nice warm warer but you didnt care only she told you it was fine; and so it was
Now let me take a look at you... Mmmm you are a pretty one arnt you. I knew youd be perfect for me when i saw you across the waves. By the way my name is Lapis Lazuali but you can just call me Lapis
#yandere#su#steven universe#yandere su#yandere steven universe#yandere x reader#lapis#lapis lazuli#lapis x reader#yadere lapis#asks#yandere asks#ask#yandere fic#siren#yandere siren
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