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OCTONAUTS HEADCANONS + canon sprinkles part 2

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PROFESSOR NATQUIK

— late 50s or early 60s

— speaks Russian and English (with a Russian accent, like he replaces “w” with “v” like “vas” and “z” like “zat”)

— if he gets pissed off, he’ll have the craziest Russian accent that you’ll think he’s trying to summon an ancient devil or something

— isn’t usually a drinker but flavored vodka hits different (he’s Russian, like be fr)

— Calico Jack and him are chaotic besties

— sometimes, if he doesn’t know what to respond, he just kind of goes 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

— taught Barnacles how to do field research when he was a Polar Bear Scout (canon ofc)

— always carries at least two forms of radio/some kind of long range communication on him at all times after being stranded in the Antarctic; he does not risk sh*t .

— when he lost connection to the radios he spent hours freaking out, while trying to fix the connection, causing him to slightly go insane + due to being alone for so long

— befriended the penguins in the Antarctic and they got him food and such (here)

— has ✨trauma✨ (he’s in need of therapy)

— a bit paranoid

— his fear response, fight or flight, is fight

— can’t sleep with noise; a lot of sounds keeps him alert since his ears are sensitive and therefore he wouldn’t be able to sleep, he’s used to the silence of the Antarctic

— a father figure to Barnacles (and Bianca)

— adding: Barnacles gave him a father’s day present as a cub once and they both cried

— any even just slightly traumatized child he comes across, he adopts (that’s his kid now)

— if he sees someone that he cares about cry he becomes a Dad™

— the only one who has seen Barnacles lose his temper / have a full-on breakdown

— gets frustrated quite easily

— hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in YEARS; if you gave him, like, hot soup, he’d cry pt.1

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

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RANGER MARSH

— in his 50s

— ✨a Florida man✨, need I say more?

— has definitely wrestled an alligator before at least once and then acted like it’s normal (“why are you shocked? this is a typical tuesday”)

— sleeps like a brick no matter what; could possibly sleep through an earthquake

— uses the same catchphrases as Tweak; he’s the one she got them from!

— has no idea how advanced technology works but is learning and doing his Best™

— Tweak wants to fix his radio because it’s falling apart but he insists that it works fine (“I can’t even hear you when you call!” “That’s because you live in the ocean” “LET ME FIX IT”) .

— Tweak chewed on his hat when she was a kid and that’s why his hat has that bite mark (he refuses to buy a new hat because this one carries a memory of Tweak and he adores it)

— lowkey a dad to 90% of the Everglades creatures; they’re like family to him

— enjoys Florida Man memes; when he sees one he just goes “haha, I did that once,” and Tweak nods along knowingly and the others are like “???” (except Dashi, who is the one sending them to him either herself or through Tweak)

— sometimes sounds the Octo-alert just to talk to Tweak; free Tweak button

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

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CALICO JACK

— late 60s

— the oldest Octo-Agent (may or may not deny it)

— has a Caribbean origin

— his mom was a Calico cat, hence his name Calico Jack

— his fear response, fight or flight, is flight; tends to panic when he realizes he made a mistake (lets out curses when no one’s around)

— kind, but not nice: before Kwazii was born, he was a merciless pirate like the others, but once Kwazii was born? Dude did a total 180° and always tried to positively influence his grandson, wanting him to be kind

— adding: since Kwazii was already starting to take after the pirate side of him and does get mistaken for his grandfather Calico Jack most likely got scared that something would happen to Kwazii, so mayhaps Jack went on a spree finding all his enemies (thinking they might mistake Kwazii for him and attack) like Whitebeard, Pirate King, all of em and ‘took care of them’ so to speak

— has seen some truly weird and scary sh*t

— can’t sleep without noise; if it’s quiet he assumes that he’s in danger and therefore cannot sleep

— has ✨trauma✨

— adding: possibly in denial about it

— Pete is his Emotional Support Birb™

— hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in YEARS; if you gave him, like, hot soup, he’d cry pt.2

— Tweak tried to offer him a new, modern prosthetic but he refused because “it isn’t the pirate way”

— considered the greatest cat pirate ever; but what actually has meaning to Jack, is that Kwazii thinks he’s the greatest

— adding: definitely cried when he learnt that Kwazii thinks he’s great

— actually has a bad eye (unlike Kwazii) but can still see with it, just not very well

— has a sea-farer’s accent like his grandson, only deeper and gruffer in tone

— also, slightly less quick to blame mythical creatures for strange things that he and the Octonauts encounter

— since Kwazii originally thought that Jack died a long time ago, but found him alive in the Amazon, and pretty much able to leave whenever he wanted, Jack was most likely just hiding from the world (a mood tbh)

— like Ranger Marsh, pretends to sound the Octo-alert on accident to talk to Kwazii; free Kwazii button (he blames it on Pete)

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

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PAANI

— late 20s

— Indian (canon but like, adding it anyway)

— a hydrologist (again, canon, but anyway)

— autistic? possibly.

— can sometimes take others too literally or not catch certain social cues immediately

— has a tendency to get attached to inanimate objects very easily

— despite how acquainted he becomes with most creatures on his travels, he struggles to keep closer friendships— probably has some kind of attachment issues

— has a habit of doing things without asking first, or like, considering how his actions may indirectly affect others before doing them, in the name of The Greater Good™

— is a lot like Kwazii but also has a lot of the same qualities as Barnacles ; the reason why he ends up in trouble is because he jumps in to protect creatures (without thinking much)

— definitely imitates Kwazii’s sea-farer’s accent and is actually kind of good

— taller than Kwazii (and teases him about it)

— gay or demiromantic demisexual

— impulsive and acrobatic

— sleeps in the most random positions that make you think how the f is he comfortable

— makes Kwazii reflect on his own actions because Paani does the same kind of stupid reckless sh*t that he does, so now it’s Kwazii who’s gotta to be like “you should have asked for help!” while Paani’s just like “I didn’t think I’d need it :3” (truly a Barnacles moment /hj)

— adding: Kwazii and Paani have a shared love for cooking, eating snacks, tiny/baby animals and telling stories

— sometimes visits Kwazii on the Octopod, holds story-telling nights with him and the Vegimals, and bakes with them

— enjoys surfing and paddle boarding a lot; goes with Dashi sometimes

— skilled at tracking storms and usually wants to see it up close (Kwazii agrees)

— likes birds a lot and has some kind of ability to bond with them easily

— got some sort of trauma; may or may not be aware of this (either in denial or has accepted it)

— favorite food is the jackfruit

— his comfort food is his Paani’s Patties and he brings them literally everywhere he goes

— when he gets excited about water, he kind of just forgets his surroundings and just talks and talks until someone stops him— because otherwise he’ll just keep going

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MIN

— in her 60s? (I mean she’s in the same age range as Inkling since they’re old friends so)

— Chinese (canon, but adding it anyway)

— canon, but met Inkling when he got stuck clinging to bamboo after a storm, and saved him by carrying him down

— extremely flexible and talented when it comes to climbing trees/jumping through bamboo; she can jump high and flip while climbing rocky cliffs

— precise and accurate when drawing maps that it’s like black magic or something

— hosts tea parties with Inkling sometimes (and sometimes the others tag along!)

— sometimes hangs out with Ranger Marsh, Natquik and Calico Jack (the Old Mens Squad™)

— adding: she’s an honorary member of the Old Mens Squad™

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BIANCA

— mid 30s or late 30s, the younger twin

— Canadian; she and her cubs live in a den in the Arctic, Northern Canada

— sometimes visits Pearl or has calls with her

— strong but nowdays isn’t just as strong as Barnacles; doesn’t stop her from calling him ‘Feather Paws’ though

— grew up with Barnacles as her only family

— learned independence and self-reliance at a young age, especially in the Polar Scouts

— when she heard the ship MV Manitoba, that Barnacles was on, crashed during a big storm she immediately went to look for him

— knows Russian because of Natquik

— doesn’t really admit it, but in a way, also sees Natquik as a father figure (maybe not as much as Barnacles does, but nevertheless)

— polar bears are the most carnivorous of the bear family, so she eats a lot of meat

— can handle a hot climate but not for very long; so she usually stays in the Arctic with the cubs (also since they can’t handle hot climate)

— sleeps with a picture of her and Barnacles

— when Barnacles comes to visit them in the Arctic and stays the night or two, Bianca and the cubs cuddle with him

— tells stories to Orson and Ursa about their Uncle Barnacles’ and her childhood

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PEARL

— early 30s, older than Shellington

— a marine biologist

— has knowledge to everything there is to know about kelp forests and kelp plants

— looked after Shellington a lot when they were kids (has slight Older Sister Syndrome™)

— Scottish (yes I know otters don’t live there but idc, she and Shellington were born there end of discussion)

— now lives in British Columbia, Canada

— sometimes visits Bianca in the Arctic or has calls with her

— a bit more serious than Shellington and not as clumsy

— facetimes Shellington every week or Shellington facetimes her

— unlike Shellington, she’s not allergic to anything and also eats almost anything

— the Vegimals call her aunt (she finds it cute)

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NOTE : WILL BE UPDATED WHEN I FIND / COME UP WITH NEW STUFF !

#octonauts #octonauts headcanons #professor natquik #octonauts calico jack #ranger marsh #octonauts paani #paani #octonauts min #min #octonauts bianca #bianca #octonauts pearl #pearl #octo-agents

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locution-youngster-enjoyer · 3 months

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One headcanon for pretty much every wordgirl villain

Amazing Rope Guy's birthday is April 1st

The reason BLHG has a.. big left hand is because he has the condition Hemihyperplasia (which from what i've seen causes a part of a person's body to be larger than the other. Pls correct me if this is wrong, i am not familiar with the condition)

Brent is multilingual (since Chuck is his half brother, Brent's father spoke spanish, which inspired Brent to learn more languages)

Captain Tangent binge watches pirate movies in his spare time (E.g: Peter Pan, Treasure Island, Pirates of the Caribbean, etc)

Chuck has a video game collection that he's very proud of. It's full of older, retro games, and he also owns all the consoles to go with them.

Glen owns a body pillow, im not specifying of who. That's up for interpretation.

You know how Dr Two Brains is based on the myth that mice like cheese? In reality, mice prefer grains and berries. I'd think it would be funny if in a situation where he was forced to exclusively eat berries and grains, it'd make him ill (similar to how cheese really affects mice).

Eileen's last name is 'Rucker,' which is a German last name meaning 'thief' or 'Greedy'

Maria and Eileen are the absolute bestest of friends, with Eileen treating Maria like a little pet.

Granny May used to do ballet when she was younger, which gave her some of the agility she now has.

I couldn't think of a headcanon for Guy Rich specifically, but his brother's name is Duke.

Hal and Granny May went to the same school when they were young. They do not like each other at all.

Invisi-bill is simultaneously the worst and the best at playing Hide and Seek. He can just go invisible to hide, but is usually way too fidgety to stay in one spot permanently.

Lady Redundant Woman is a heavy sleeper. She also snores really loudly

Leslie is actually a mixed martial artist, but generally prefers Karate

Miss Power is fully capable of blinking, but is also capable of licking her eyeballs just to freak people out. She thinks its funny

Mr Big is really fond of 80s music because it reminds him of his band

Ms Question didn't realize this immediately about her powers, but she can produce electricity. If you touch her bare skin, she can accidentally shock both you and her. She can also stick magnets to herself.

Nocan.... ok im gonna be completely honest, i can't think of anything for this guy.

Reason and Rhyme have a secret handshake. Rhyme is the one who made it, and Reason messes it up everytime they try to do it

Royal Dandy calls Dave dad :) (but in a british way so probably something stupid(/j) like papa)

Seymour is insanely good at poker. He's perfectly capable of playing any version of it, but he's also really good at cheating at it. He hides cards in his sleeve and in his shirt and then swaps them out for whatever hand he has.

While it's not obvious, the Butcher likes jewelry. He doesn't wear it much, but you'll always find a ring or two and earrings in his house. (Reginald x Butcher shippers, do with this as you will)

The Coach was actually a highly successful man before trying to trick the Whammer. Most people don't realize that he went to really prestigious schools when he was younger.

The Learnerer's real name is Alfred, in reference to his voice actor

The Whammer was an actual pro-wrestler at one point, but was forced to stop because 'whams' aren't a legal move in the wrestling world.

Timmy Tim-Bo is the Coach's nephew

Tobey will play little puzzle games when not building robots (Crossword, Sudoku, etc)

Victoria Best tries to sneak into the villain convention, but usually gets caught pretty quickly.

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alexhwriting · 13 days

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Bloodborne: A Study of Environmental Narratives and Ludonarrative Harmony.

So I am finally adding more to this blog, beginning with the Bloodborne paper that I wrote following the streams that I did of the game last fall. Because of the sizes of these projects I'll be posting them in sections, just so I'm not battling Tumblr's word limit. I'll do my master's thesis this way next.

I. Introduction

Early scholarship in Video Game Studies wrestled with the very nature of games themselves: were they more narrative or ludic in nature? In his 2004 article “Game Design as Narrative Architecture,” Henry Jenkins suggests that the field of video game studies would benefit from a third element in the discussion of games, spatiality.[1] He claims that spatiality is something that has drawn people to stories since the time of questing myths, and that the spatial game, one in which space is utilized as part of the game experience, is an extension of this engaging mode.[2] Jenkins compares these in-game environments to amusement park rides, in that they replicate the atmosphere of the story.[3] For example, replicating the sounds and objects from a particular story, such as Pirates of the Caribbean or Star Wars to immerse and engage the player in what’s going on around them.[4] An example of this kind of spatiality can be seen in the game Bloodborne (2015), in the way that the game relies on exploration of the in-game environments for the character to engage with the game mechanics (which consists of fighting enemies).

Amy Green argues that the backbone of the gaming experience, which distinguishes it from the amusement park attraction, is an interactive component: agency.[5] Agency is a ludic component of the game: the player interacts with the story unfolding around them as an active participant in that story. Without consistent and active input from the player of a game, the narrative and game cannot progress. For Green, this agency also affects the space of the game and makes it, as she calls it, negotiated space.[6] By negotiated space, she explains that the story is not yet set completely in-stone, and the player retains some control of the meaning expressed by the experience.[7] If a book is the set-in-stone narrative, then video games are mostly finished books where the player can add in their own actions into their text as they play, akin to a Mad Libs story (though not necessarily comedic in intention).

Marie-Laure Ryan, speaking more generally about the experience of finding oneself invested in any story world, game or otherwise, discusses the way that space is reliant on narrative to elevate it from space to place.[8] By this, Ryan means that stories give the space of a story its meaning and therefore its status as a recognizable place instead of just a non-descript area where action occurs. For example, a city street is just a city street, but Time Square in New York City is a place because of the stories and impact that the particular place has. This idea of narrative making spaces important will become important as we see the intertwining of narrative and location throughout this paper.

Over the course of this paper, I will argue for the use of the phrase ludonarrative harmony, a term I use to indicate the successful blending of story and action to create an immersive experience for the player that goes beyond the ludic and narrative dichotomy. To illustrate this, I will be using Bloodborne, developed by FromSoftware in 2015, as an example of ludonarrative harmony, which occurs when a game’s story and mechanics both act together to strengthen the immersion for the player. As the player explores the game world at the behest of strange notes, is frequently rewarded with gruesome revelations about the world, and their character takes mechanical damage from the act of progression, the combination of ludonarrative harmony, and environmental storytelling comes to the fore. It is these elements that allow a game to create an immersive experience for the player, rather than just the ludic or narrative elements.

[1] Jenkins, “Game Design as Narrative Architecture.” 121.

[2] Jenkins, 122.

[3] Jenkins, 124.

[4] Jenkins, 124.

[5] Green, Storytelling in Video Games. 36-37.

[6] Green, 37.

[7] Green, 37.

[8] Ryan, Narrative as Virtual Reality 2. 86.

#video games #fromsoftware #fromsoft games #soulsborne #elden ring #dark souls #bloodborne #unpacking #2023 Work #Ludonarrative harmony #environmental storytelling

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artsyjesseblue · 10 months

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Lotura Week, Day 3: "Beach Day Bliss”

The trip to Earth had been smooth and fast, since Pidge had worked with her Garrison fellows on stabilizing the wormhole technology.

Aruba welcomed them with many, many smiles: at the airport, at the hotel, in the restaurants, and, of course, as soon as their toes sank into the smooth sands of their luxury resort beach.

“Oh, Lifegivers, this is so beautiful!” she gasped, admiring the azure water and the pristine sand.

Lotor’s eyes glimmered with awe. He’d seen such marvelous places on other planets, but he rarely had the chance to actually relax and enjoy the wonderful gifts of the universe. His father’s endless conquers always loomed large over everything. One way or another, each of these immaculate gems would soon fall under his Komar plunders.

But not anymore.

He inhaled with renewed vitality, smelling the salty air and the warm ocean breeze.

“Allura, we did it,” he turned to her, and, as if reading his mind, she smiled back.

“We did it together,” she took his hand, ignoring the curious peeps of the humans lounging on the beach.

Their tote bags thudded into the sand, and without waiting a second longer, they peeled their clothes off, revealing their newly purchased swimsuits, glinting in the summer sunlight of the Caribbeans. Allura wore a blue and emerald two-piece bathing suit, the cool colors complementing the warmth of her amber skin. Lotor’s khaki swimming trunks made a nice contrast to his lavender skin, which, despite its reputation for being awfully sensitive to sunlight, was actually quite resistant due to his Altean genes.

“Come!” she rushed him towards the water, without hesitation. “Let’s swim!”

Their white tresses billowed behind them in the wind, as they splashed their way into the gentle waves, like children ready for a new day of aquatic adventures.

“Let’s see who swims longer underwater!” she giggled and disappeared under a wave.

“Challenge accepted!” he followed her after a deep breath, then he dove under.

A few paparazzi peeked their heads from behind some cliffs in the distance. “Where did they go?”

A couple of minutes passed and no sign of the two royals.

“Alteans can go a long time under water,” said a green-skinned Dalterian.

“Galrans even longer,” replied a Taujeerian. “I think I see something. Over there.”

Allura poked her head out of the waves, for a quick breath, then dove back inside. The freedom she felt was exhilarating. Where was he? Maybe ahead of her? Maybe behind? Curiosity pulled her out again, thinking he got tired just like her.

“Aah!” she released a sharp cry, as a powerful grip tugged at her hips, and she found herself submerging into the azure waves again. His large hands conquered her waist, and she playfully wrestled with him underwater.

“You monster!” she emerged after a minute, giggling, splashing and kicking into his wide chest.

“Sea monster, haha!” he tightened his grip, watching her with unbridled pleasure as she continued to pretend to want to escape his arms.

“You scared me!” she whined with the most enticing voice.

“I was trying hard not to,” he pouted slyly, “but I just can’t help being the monster I am.”

“My monster,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, and the connection in their gazes grew with each second.

She closed her eyes…

“Yess… Kiss, babies, kiss…” the Dalterian cheered as he snapped many, many shots. “That’s right, perfect, juust… perrfect. Blissful.”

@loturaweek2023

#lotura #loturaweek2023 #lotor #allura #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #hehe they’re wearing the swimsuits they bought at the mall on day 1 #except you can't see their bathing suits oops #jesseblue draws

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foundress0fnothing · 1 year

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Happy April 9th! I’m thrilled to be able to bring you the second installment of Double Blind for the ACOTAR Writing Circle, organized by @azrielshadowssing. The fic was a delight to continue—I hope you like it!

The story was originated by the incomparable @hlizr50 (who also designed this beautiful header) 💕 You can read Part 1 here. Stay tuned for the third and final part of the story on April 23rd.

Many thanks to UBC for their suggestions for Azriel’s go-to bar drink, and for @ofduskanddreams for hitting the nail on the head with a simple, classic G&T.

Bonus points if you can spot the line I lifted from Pirates of the Caribbean 👀

Read here on AO3!

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GWYN

Gwyn felt her blush heighten at Azriel’s words. What was she supposed to say in response to that? Thank goodness, because I was wishing this date was with you anyway? Or No, Azriel, nothing would make me happier? Or Yes, let’s get out of here right now and go somewhere quiet to see just how happy we can make each other?

No. All of that was too serious, too soon. Especially that last one. And anyway, perhaps Azriel was just relieved at the promise of an easy evening spent with a friend. Nothing more—no flirting, no romance, no intimacy. Just friends.

Even if the sight of him standing there in a black jacket was almost enough to make her blurt all of those foolish thoughts out anyway. Had she ever seen him out of his leathers before? He was magnificent in them, certainly—all muscle and cold, breathtaking brutality. But out of them, in normal clothes? His beauty was brutal in a wholly new way, both more terrifying and more inviting all at once. She wondered what it would be like to slip the coat off of his well-muscled shoulders, tracing the strength in his arms, undressing him bit by bit until he stood bare before her.

And had he ever seen her out of her priestess robes or her leathers? Gwyn was suddenly aware of the neckline of her dress and the way the velvet clung to every curve, remembering with no small amount of mortification that she had announced to him that she was “ready to explore intimacy with a male.” And here she was with him. On their date. While he looked like that.

Cauldron boil her.

Caught in a lusty daze, she only slowly realized that his eyes were watching hers almost … expectantly?

Right. She had to say—had to do—something. They had their bargain after all, and Gwyn was determined to uphold her end of it, even if just platonically.

Hoping that Azriel hadn’t noticed the reddening of her cheeks and her too-long silence, she gestured for him to sit in the chair across from her at the table and decided a teasing response would be best. Safe, even. Familiar territory for them and all that. “Nothing? Nothing at all would make you happier?” She challenged, offering him a grin as he took his seat.

Azriel paused for a second, blinking at her and furrowing his brow. Then, easing off his coat to reveal a forest green shirt that Gwyn was definitely, positively not staring at, he simply said, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Not … I don’t know, new training leathers? A good night’s sleep? Finally beating Cassian in an arm wrestling contest?”

The Shadowsinger only scoffed and arched an eyebrow at her suggestions, silently asking if she was done.

Was she? The teasing had helped her feel more like herself around him, and the adrenaline rush she had felt at the surprise of seeing him as her date had mostly dissipated. She could be normal, friendly Gwyn to normal, friendly Azriel.

But still … she wanted something from him, something just to confirm her suspicions that they were there as friends, and only friends. Even if they had both expected romance tonight—even if the alcove where they were seated was candlelit and cozy, and the sunset off the river behind them glinted in a way that made the gold in Azriel’s hazel eyes shine more brightly, and the wine she had been drinking—bubbly and sweet—made her want to see if kissing Azriel would make her feel the same way. And even if Gwyn had to admit to herself that she wouldn’t mind it overly much if this actually was a date—a real date—with Azriel. And that she sort of hoped it still could be, if he wanted it to be real too.

So, not letting it go, she asked, “What about world peace? Lasting peace in Prythian and the Continent. That would have to make you happier than dinner with me. And,” she continued, taking a sip of her wine to give herself something to do with her hands, “if you disagree, then I think you might just be a terrible male, much as I would hate to say it.” She arched her brow in question, watching his eyes glint at her mock seriousness.

Rather than returning her jest like she expected, however, his eyes grew serious, and he said, “Then I suppose I will be terrible, Gwyneth, if it means I get to have you tonight.”

Gwyn felt her blush, which had finally faded, return with a vengeance as she looked away, her mind filling with thoughts about what Azriel having her tonight might mean—his hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her, or cupping her breasts as he licked his way down her stomach, or palming her ass as he dropped his head to taste between her thighs. She was on fire, heat pooling in her stomach as she prayed to the Mother that her scent wouldn’t shift. That was certainly not a conversation Gwyn wanted to have with Azriel. Not yet, at any rate.

She dared to glance up at him only to see that he too was blushing, having realized the innuendo in his declaration. Was he embarrassed? Did he regret what he said? Or only its implications? Or … neither? Not for the first time, Gwyn found herself wishing that his hazel eyes were slightly less inscrutable.

Before either of them could say anything, however, a female Gwyn didn’t know chose that moment to come over to their table.

“Well, Shadowsinger,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “I never thought I’d see the day that you finally decided to grace my humble restaurant with one of your dates.”

Gwyn giggled at Azriel’s scowl, and the female—who must have been Sevenda—smiled back sweetly at him. Gwyn could read the fondness, the familiarity in the gesture. “You two are close,” she remarked, more a statement than a question.

When Azriel didn’t answer and only continued scowling, Sevenda huffed a laugh. “Yes. Old friends. And he’s one of my best customers, even if he has no manners to speak of.”

At that, Azriel’s scowl deepened. “My manners are perfectly fine, Sevenda. Cassian is the one without any, as you know.”

“Then why haven’t you introduced me to your lovely date, hmm?”

“When have I had a chance?" Azriel grumbled.

Gwyn, barely holding in her laughter at the banter, decided that it was time for her to jump in. “Gwyneth Berdara,” she said, smiling up at Sevenda, “although most people just call me Gwyn. I’m a priestess in the library.”

“And a Valkyrie. And a Carynthian.” Azriel supplied her other two titles, pride and something Gwyn couldn’t quite name in his voice.

“Well, Gwyneth Berdara—priestess, Valkyrie, Carynthian—I am honored to meet you,” Sevenda said with a wink. “And to feed you! You already have a drink, yes?”

Gwyn held up her half-full wine glass.

“And your usual for you, Shadowsinger?”

He nodded. “Thank you, Sevenda.”

“I’ll be back in a minute to get your food orders, then.” Looking at the two of them sitting together, she declared, “Good,” and then turned to walk back to the bar at the front of the restaurant.

“What did she mean by that?” Gwyn asked Azriel as soon as Sevenda was out of earshot. “What does ‘good’ mean?”

Azriel hummed noncommittally. “Probably nothing.”

Gwyn narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t think that’s true.”

She wanted to know what Sevenda meant—and what it meant to Azriel to hear it, if it meant anything at all. Although the tension of the moment before Sevenda appeared had passed, Gwyn couldn’t get Azriel’s serious look out of her mind, couldn’t stop hearing the bass of voice rumble as he declared he’d pick having her over anything else.

Azriel sighed, breaking Gwyn’s train of thought, and then said, “Sevenda’s known me for a long time. If her ‘good’ meant anything, it’s just that she’s happy to see me here. With you.”

“With me?”

“With someone who makes me happy,” he amended, the grin from when he first saw her at the table shyly sliding over his face again.

“And do I … do I make you happy?” Gwyn knew the answer, she hoped, but she wanted to hear it anyway.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Berdara?”

“At least once more, Azriel.”

Gwyn watched him close his eyes briefly as she said his name, and she wondered how it sounded to him, if hearing his name fall from her lips warmed him as much as hearing him utter hers warmed her.

Opening his eyes, he reached out and took her hand. Gwyn’s teal eyes met his hazel ones as her breath caught in her throat. She found she could finally read what he was thinking, could finally make out the feeling that lay behind the impenetrable mask. But he voiced it anyway. “Yes, Gwyneth Berdara—priestess, Valkyrie, Carynthian—you make me very happy.”

Gwyn blushed, and then decided that she too could be brave. “You make me very happy as well, Shadowsinger.”

“Oh, do I?” If possible, his smile grew larger, and Gwyn thought she had never seen a more breathtaking sight. Still holding her hand in his, fingers skirting the bargain tattoo inked on her wrist, he asked, “You know what else would make me happy?”

“What’s that?” Gwyn’s answer slipped out a little breathier than she would have liked, but his fingers on her wrists were driving her to distraction, teasing and tempting all at once.

“If I knew if this was a real date for us. Or if it’s just two friends helping each other fulfill a bargain.”

Gwyn felt her heart stutter to a stop. “Do you want it to be real?”

Azriel only hummed, fingers still moving over the tattoo. “I asked first.”

She didn’t allow herself time to overthink, to worry about what might happen to their friendship if she got this wrong. Gwyn only said, “Yes.”

And without breaking eye contact, Azriel lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, chastely, but that didn’t stop Gwyn from feeling the heat of his lips travel up and across her body, suffusing her with warmth. “It’s been real for me since the moment I saw you at that table.”

AZRIEL

As Gwyn polished off the plate of Sevenda’s food in front of her—dill yogurt pasta topped with spiced lamb, currants, and nuts—Azriel wondered what he had done to get so lucky.

Because Gwyn was here with him. As his date. And not just to fulfill a bargain. He could have whooped with joy, had he been the whooping type, when she said yes to the feelings between them being real, when she let him kiss her hand.

And, oh, he wanted to kiss more—so much more—than just her hand. He hadn’t realized how thoroughly the feeling of her skin beneath his lips would wreck him, how much it would make him burn with the need to know exactly how the rest of her tasted. Her cheeks and her chest were flushed from the heat of the restaurant and the wine, and Azriel wondered how far down that blush extended past the maddening neckline of her dress.

He hoped he would get to find out.

Gwyn cleared her throat, and Azriel simultaneously realized that he had been staring too long and that his shadows—the meddling, disloyal assholes—had decided they no longer needed to mask his scent.

“See something you like, Shadowsinger?” Gwyn asked, grinning wickedly.

Azriel flushed, thanking the Mother that Gwyn seemed pleased at the development rather than repulsed.

Deciding that no verbal answer would rescue his dignity, he settled for grabbing his drink, polishing off what was left in one final gulp.

She laughed and said, “It’s still so predictable that your drink of choice is a gin and tonic.”

He scowled. “How is it predictable?”

“It just …” she paused, looking for the right words. “It just fits what I’d expect you to look for in a drink. Simple, easy to make.” Gwyn’s eyes took on that playful glint that Azriel knew meant she was about to start baiting him. “Dare I say … safe?” She grinned at him, waiting for his reaction.

And he took the bait, as he always did. “Like fruity wine is that adventurous.”

Gwyn sniffed primly. “It had bubbles, at least.”

But her eyes crinkled at the corners, and Azriel found himself rolling his eyes fondly. “You’ll come to love gin and tonics eventually, Berdara.”

“I think I just might, Azriel.”

And he didn’t think she was just talking about drinks anymore.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked.

Gwyn looked at him, suddenly serious.

“There’s no pressure for this date to be any more than what it’s been already, Gwyn. But if you’d like—”

“Yes,” she interrupted. “I would like.”

Azriel thought he might die right there. Whatever else the night became, this moment was perfect, untouchably perfect.

“But I don’t want to go back to the House. I’m not ready to face those busybodies and have to admit they were right.” She wrinkled her nose.

Laughing at how scrunched her face was, utterly smitten, he stood and held out a hand to her. “Come on. I know a place close by.”

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// rating Little characters in film //

Since I enjoyed rating Little characters in animation so much, I thought I'd rate and discuss some Little characters in live action films! (These are in no particular order, nor does this list begin to be all encompassing) Here are some of my thoughts on various Little characters that come most to mind:

Lemon, Penelope (2006)

10/10

To me Lemon is a great example of naturally including someone with dwarfism in a film - he isn't belittled for his disability, and his roll feels very organic. He may not be the most likeable character, but he's taken seriously and goes through development throughout the film.

Ma Petite, American Horror Story (2011)

-10/10

Purchased for three cases of Dr. Pepper and treated as a doll by all member's of the circus, Ma Petite is an excellent example of dwarfism enslavement without revolt.

It was unsurprising in a season titled "Freak Show", in a genre with a history of horrifying and mystifying people with disabilities, but I really wished for better from a 21st century series - but then again AHS is crawling with problems when it comes to marginalized communities.

Alex Radziwill, Bones (2005-2017)

10/10

Alex is a character I find to often be forgotten, but he's probably one of my favorite characters with dwarfism to date.

The show gets a little iffy when the episode regarding "m*dget wrestling" comes around, but Alex is consistently respected in his field and by the main characters. His roll is minor but I loved seeing him naturally integrated into the world.

Mini Me, Austin Powers (1997-2002)

-100/10

First to be given this low a score, the character Mini Me is one I hate the most, not only for it's heinous representation but for it's staying power within pop culture.

He's an A+ example of pet culture within dwarf history. He is dehumanized and owned as property, abused, and made a mockery of constantly.

Not only that, but being that the Austin Powers series is so popular, the Mini Me character became a point of reference for many abled folk when it came to people with dwarfism.

This character nearly single-handedly influenced the way I was treated by my peers throughout childhood.

Oompa-Loompas, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (1971, 2005)

-100/10

Like Austin Powers' Mini Me, the oompa-loompas of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory have had a major staying power in the world of dwarf representation. The popularity of these characters have been used as a tool for harassment in the real world - representation matters y'all.

The Oompa-Loompas are one denominational characters, owned and enslaved by Mr. Wonka under the guise of mutual benefit - a phenomenon not dissimilar to the "m*dget villages" and tiny towns of the 60s and 70s.

The Seven Dwarfs, Mirror Mirror (2012)

5/10

I have mixed views of this particular rendition, since despite it's terrible subject material (being the classic group of one dimensional and comical small men) it actually takes a refreshingly positive approach to the Seven Dwarfs.

In this version, members Grimm, Napoleon, Butcher, Wolfie, Chuck, Grubb, and Half Pint are all named after the rolls they filled in their village before being outcast by the queen ("banish the uglies" - she decreed). They are full characters with back stories and personalities, and play a far more crucial roll in this rendition. We even see them achieve their various life goals as the credits roll.

They did, however, require an act of heroism and Snow White's use of privilege to regain their place in society.

Overall it's easily my favorite reenactment, but the bar wasn't exactly high to begin with.

Marty, Pirates of the Caribbean (2003-2017)

3/10

The anarchist in me absolutely loved seeing a little person as a member of a rebel pirate crew, but overall I don't have strong feelings any which way about this particular character, which is disappointing.

Aside from being not overly interesting, the most memorable scene from Marty is when he gets knocked back after firing a small canon - which was obviously a joke at his stature

Willow, Willow (1988)

11/10

I've spoken about this film before, but I honestly can't boost it enough. It has a huge Little cast, and was able to truly humanize it's village of little people in such a wholesome and human way which I absolutely loved.

Willow's is that of a hero's journey - he embarks on a grand quest despite the doubts of his peers and succeeds! He has a wife and children and a roll in his community, just overall a wonderfully lovable character.

I hope to do a part two soon since this just scratches the surface of Little rolls, so if you have any characters you'd like me to review please send them my way!!

-Elliot (they/them)

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crossoverquest · 2 months

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Gary the Intern to Deker: My friends and I can set you free, mate!

Deker: My freedom was forfeit long ago!

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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Ignominy

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ch. lv - i'm san

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

You walked through a sea of people despite it being almost 2.15 am, huffing at the air that had become colder and harder to inhale, trying to look for the bar where San was. It took his drunken ass 20 minutes to send the location and although he was well aware of his drunken state he told you (over the phone, completely slurring) that he's not letting go of the love of his life. Whiskey. The bartender had to wrestle his phone out of his hands so he wouldn't dunk it in his drink.

Of course, when San said bar, he forgot to mention that it was a fancy-ass speakeasy filled with Gucci suits and McQueen dresses, making you look like a slob even with your Kate Spade heels and Coach bag. They wouldn't even let you in until you showed them your business card which you didn't have but luckily you had your company ID card with you. And things weren't so hard once you mentioned you were High Breed's sole heir's assistant and he was drunk as a skunk at a Mardi Gras parade and had personally asked you to help him out. And once you got in, it didn't take a while to locate your dear boss who was cradling a bottle of Jack's as he vocalized the tunes of Pirates of the Caribbean with no embarrassment. God bless the utter ignorance of these schmancy-ass people who don't seem to give a tiny rat's ass about San's absolutely ridiculous state.

With a huff, you gathered all the will you have in your body, all the strength that you might need to deal with your bonehead of a boss and calmly walked over. When you got closer, you could see that San had a dopey look on his face, grinning with his eyes turned to slits and a flush of pink on his cheeks. Granted, he looked adorable but by God, his decision to annoy you this late will not get him your sympathy.

"And so I said, what if we DON'T make this one for both humans and hybrids because we can't have a fuzzy pink human walking around after trying out allergy medication. But shhhhhhhh, okay? You gotta shh shh about this, because technically speaking I shouldn't be telling you this," he giggled to the bartender who had a deadpanned look on his face as he wiped some glasses. San suddenly sighed and pouted, staring at his drink sadly as he spoke with a very sad tone, "I hate that (y/n) is going out with Seungcheol hyung. How can he take her out so quickly and so easily when I had to spend time to get on her good grace again? And even then I was still unable to completely get through to her, you know?" You decided, for your own entertainment considering the extra work you had to do to babysit your boss, you wanted to know what he had to say about your time spent with Seungcheol. "You know, before this, I wouldn't have cared whatsoever about anything or anyone. Heck, I couldn't even feel my feelings because of the crap my parents put me under so imagine my absolute surprise and disappointment that this feels worse than shit," he scoffed, chugging down his drink and then putting the glass forward to be refilled, much to the bartender's disappointment. "Do you think I can get (y/n) to focus on me if I act more like Seungcheol hyung? Or if I wear pants that accentuate my ass more?" and for some moments San and the bartender only stared at each other, San, in his drunken stupor seeking an answer, and the bartender not knowing who this 'Seungcheol hyung' person was or how to answer San's pants question. It was then when you decided that San had had enough and it was time to tuck him to bed.

When you stepped to his side, San immediately took notice of you and his face lit up like a child, "Hey! It's my ex, (y/n)!" he exclaimed rather loudly, causing you to panic slightly when people looked over to you both. "Excuse me-" He interrupted you with a childish nod of his head, "You are excused, miss," to ensure you wouldn't smack his face, you clenched your teeth tightly and huffed in annoyance, "No, sir, I am here as your ASSISTANT. Do you remember, that?" San's mouth dropped to an 'O' shaped which followed but a series of slow nods, "Ooooh, right, you ARE my existence," "Assistant," "potato pina colada," he shrugged as he took a sip of his drink. You were busy texting his chauffeur that you didn't realize San turning to look at the (tired-looking) bartender once again, "You see," he chuckled to himself with a finger pointed to you, "I used to date her in high school, right? Then we had sex but then I hurt her because turns out," he leaned over the bar slightly which caused the bartender to widen his eyes in surprise, "I'm a little different than anyone ever thought! Like, it was CRAZY!" he giggled.

At that point, you realized that there was a chance that San could blab about something he wasn't supposed to. Whether it was about his personal life, his family secret, or even about the company, there's a chance that if anything were to happen, you and the other employees were going to get the brunt of it and you might lose your job because the company might go down. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration but it was a thought that you couldn't help but have considering the circumstances. The circumstances being you were there and within the first two seconds of San realizing your presence, he told an absolute stranger about your past relationship. There was a chance that he would mention the fact that you both were sleeping with each other and that the bartender might leak the news to a gossip portal or something. His family secret being exposed is one thing, but to drag you down with them would be a mess you were not willing to partake in.

"Okay, that's enough alcohol for you!" You chuckled awkwardly, grabbing San by the shoulders and plopping him back on his seat, causing the man to pout and whine. You didn't care, however, checking your phone one last time to make sure that his chauffeur had brought the car up front, you looked at the bartender, "Can you send the bill to his home?" "Yeah, sure, you can call in tomorrow and say you want to make payment for the 12.30 am tab that was handled by me," he smiled at you, seemingly to assure you or to calm you down slightly which you were so thankful for. So you smiled back at the bartender before taking one of San's arms around your shoulder and pulling him off the stool, "Thank you..." You squint your eyes to look at his nametag and beam at him when you got the name, "Hyunjin, you've been such a great help tonight. I'll make sure my boss tips you well." You immediately pulled San away and thankfully he had not much of an issue walking, he only needed help navigating and making sure he wouldn't trip on his own two feet. "Hey, I saw that," he pouted, eyebrows furrowing together as you both exited the premise. "Saw what?" "You and the bartender being all flirty! Right in front of your boss as well!" he scoffed in disbelief. You rolled your eyes at him and opened the door of his car, "You didn't even remember I was your assistant," was all you said before you shoved the man inside and soon joined him.

It seemed that despite his drunken rambles, San was able to hold his liquor quite well because as soon as he got inside the car, he was considerably calmer. Sure, he insisted on sitting closer to you and having your hand in his, but he mostly kept to himself as he watched the lights outside the car window decorating the sky. When you looked at him, you saw him smiling to himself but you could've sworn you saw a hint of sadness in his eyes and it didn't sit right with you. Especially after hearing him say something earlier to the bartender about hurting you. All this time you thought that it was just an accident, he was too into the moment and he made a misstep that ended up hurting you. That was what you believe happened. To be honest, that's the truth you were holding onto because you understood accidents, you understood being overcome in a situation by emotions. But was there something else? Something you didn't take into consideration?

"Hey," San slowly turned his head around to look at you after you called him, "Yes?" he answered, his smile still on his face. "The thing you said earlier... To the bartender," you trailed off, not knowing how to bring the topic up or the words that he used. Not quite remembering, San raised an eyebrow at you in confusion yet he didn't say anything, seemingly wanting you to use your ow words to ask him what it was that you wanted to know. "You know..." you bit your bottom lip, unsure how to approach the topic and unsure how he would answer as he was intoxicated. "The thing I said to the bartender? About pink fuzzy humans?" it was apparent that he didn't even remember exactly what he said which begs you to question what the hell he talked about to the bartender during the time you were still on your way?

"No, San," you exhaled sharply and turned your body slightly so you would be able to look at him directly, "The thing about what happened to us, about you hurting me when we had sex a long time ago, during our graduation." Immediately, San's eyes shifted to his lap at the mention of the accident, seemingly in thought. "You said you were different and no one expected it from you. What was that about?" you asked, genuinely wanting to know so you made sure that you didn't use any accusatory tone or use words that seemed to push him into a corner.

For a moment, it seemed like San wasn't going to answer, his eyes were still glued to his lap as his hand squeezed yours tighter. But you wanted to know, you wanted to understand and he was just talking about it to a complete stranger so you thought it was your best chance to get the answer you never knew you should get. Thankfully, San lifted his head back up and looked at you. "I'm... A hybrid."

You froze.

"Excuse me?" you asked, making sure you didn't hear him wrong. But San nodded firmly, "I'm a hybrid, (y/n). A wolf hybrid just like the rest of my family," he said. You were at a loss for words because you were sure that he was not, you even remembered his parents telling you that he wasn't like his other family members and that he was different because he was the first human that came from a long lineage of wolf hybrids. You remembered his parents telling you that San's condition was rare and it made him sensitive because other children made fun of him when he was growing up and adults pointed out how he didn't fit into the family. Some family members even looked down on him and questioned his parents and grandfather when they announced that San was going to inherit the company when he was 12 years old. So it was confusing to you when you heard him say that he was in fact a hybrid.

You wanted to ask him what he meant, ask him what happened and why he lied or covered up the truth for so long. But your shoulder suddenly felt heavy and the tuft of hair tickling the side of your neck gave you an answer. You didn't know it as you couldn't see, but for some reason, you just know that San had his eyes closed as he exhaled long. "Thank you for having the will to take care of me, (y/n). I know you know you didn't have to go this far, but you still do and for that, I'm very grateful," he said in a low voice. You didn't know what to do or think from his words because, on one side, you were still annoyed that he interrupted your free time, but on another side, you know deep down that you would do it no questions asked. Not to mention his confession changed things even if it was only slightly. You were now aware that something really did happen with San and you wanted to get to the bottom of it, for sure. But, seeing San so calm and serene like this, open and showing emotions like your old San, the San that you fell in love with years ago, you think you can interrogate him come morning. For now, rest is more important.

For him at least. You still have to haul his drunken ass up to his condo somehow.

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wilteddreamsofbaldursgate · 10 days

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✨Unsolicited Lore Dump✨

I was tagged by dear @herdarkestnightelegance —you asked, you shall receive. Here's some Emi Lore Dump.

Do you make your bed? No. I sleep with a million blankets, two of them weighed, and I'm not wrestling with that shit every morning for the illusion of having my life together.

Favorite number? None in particular, but I can't stand even numbers.

What’s your job? I'm a BA student but I'm also having every joy and happiness squeezed from my body working in retail hell and doing boring website writing gigs on the side.

If you could go back to school would you? School like HS? Yes and no. It were easier times then and I miss seeing my friends daily, but I don't want to be 16 again. Higher education like university? Also yes and no. I can't wait to finish my BA but I am considering doing my MA because you kinda need three thousand and one degrees in this kinda economy. So, yes, I could and probably will.

Can you parallel park? Yes. I'm living in a big city and the first free parking spot you see is the parking spot you wanna have. My car looks accordingly, though.

Do you think aliens are real? Like life outside of planet Earth? Absolutely, yes.

Can you drive a manual car? Yes, they're quite common where I live and it forces me to stay focused while driving.

What’s your guilty pleasure? I'm trying to not feel guilty about any of my pleasures, as I let shame hold me back for way too long.

Tattoos? No. I never really felt the need to have one and I wouldn't know/couldn't decide what to get in the first place. Also my dream is to go to Japan and soak in onsen for a week straight and tattoos are kinda taboo there, especially in the more traditional ones.

Favorite color? Jade/sage green and sapphire blue.

Favorite types of music? Anything that makes the brain go brrr.

Do you like puzzles? No, and I never have. I just don't have the patience for them.

Any phobias? My biggest fear in life is being stuck in unhappy/toxic relationships and being dependent on other people.

Favorite childhood sport? I've never been a huge fan of sports because I detest sweating, so I found myself enjoying swimming. Though I was always better at diving than actual swimming lol

Do you talk to yourself? Yes.

What movies do you adore? I really like epic/adventure movies like LOTR, Pirates of the Caribbean, Labyrinth etc.

Coffee or tea? Tea all the way. Don't enjoy the taste of coffee and it makes me sleepy, so what's the point. I get my caffeine kicks from strong çay and one brand of Northern German black tea and that's it. I also enjoy good matcha, green tea infused with osmanthus or jasmine and fancy oolong tea.

First thing you wanted to be growing up? A writer. And a witch.

#emi discloses information #tag game

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styles-harriet · 2 months

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Harry Styles as Harry Styles

Victoria Pedretti as Ally Pedretti

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The sleek private water jet cut through the clouds, carrying Harry Styles and his girlfriend Ally Pedretti to a remote island in the Caribbean for a romantic getaway. Harry had been planning this trip for months as a special surprise for Ally.

As they gazed out the window at the turquoise waters and pristine beaches coming into view, Ally felt her heart flutter with excitement. "Where are we going exactly?" she asked Harry with a curious smile.

Harry just grinned and kept the destination a surprise. "You'll see very soon, love. Let's just say we'll have the entire island to ourselves."

Ally gasped in delight. "You rented out an entire private island? Harry, you're spoiling me rotten!"

"Only the best for my angel" Harry said with a wink, taking her hand and kissing it tenderly.

The jet landed on a tiny airstrip, and Harry led Ally out onto the tarmac where they were met by a smiling couple who introduced themselves as the island's staff - a husband and wife team named Miguel and Isabella.

"Bienvenidos! Welcome to Paradise Island!" Miguel exclaimed with a broad grin. "Mr. Styles has rented out the entire island for your stay."

"This is unbelievable," Ally said, looking around in awe at the pristine sandy beaches, gently swaying palm trees and lush jungle greenery. She pulled Harry in for a deep, passionate kiss. "Thank you for this incredible surprise, babe."

"Anything for you, my love," Harry murmured, holding her close. "Our own romantic paradise for the next few days."

Miguel and Isabella led them to an over-water bungalow, the picture of luxury with plush accommodations, a huge lounging patio, and steps leading directly into the crystal clear sea. A trail of rose petals led the way inside where Ally gasped at the gorgeous interior - a canopied bed, sitting area, and even a roaring fireplace.

"Oh Harry..." she sighed, spinning around to take it all in. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him ardently. "This is absolute perfection."

Harry grinned, thrilled she was so happy with his planning. "We have the whole place to ourselves, angel. Let's take advantage of that privacy, shall we?" He scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her, kissing every inch of her soft skin.

Some time later, Harry and Ally emerged in their swimwear, hand-in-hand and glowing with contentment. "Let's go explore this little slice of heaven you've created for us," Ally said, squeezing Harry's hand affectionately.

They strolled down the powdery beach, leaving footprints in the sand. Soft waves lapped at the shore and sea birds cried out overheard. Ally stopped and turned to face Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"This is so incredibly romantic. And to think we have this entire paradise all to ourselves!" She leaned in and kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth.

Harry pulled back and smirked at her, his hands sliding down over her hips. "Why don't we take advantage of that privacy and have a little fun?" He abruptly scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder in one smooth motion, carrying her kicking and squealing back towards the water.

"Harry! What are you doing, you beast?" she laughed, swatting him playfully on the back.

"Cooling you off!" Harry tossed her into the warm, waist-deep water, laughing at her shriek as she came up spluttering and shaking water from her hair.

"You're going to pay for that Styles!" Ally yelled, splashing him furiously. Harry just roared with laughter and waded in after her, grabbing her by the waist and wrestling her into the deeper water.

"So that's how you want to play it?" He gave her a wicked grin and pushed her under the surface. When she came up again splashing and coughing, he leaned in close. "Sweet, sweet revenge..."

Ally glared at him, her eyes sparkling. "You're going down, popstar!" She grabbed him around the neck and tried to dunk him back but he was too strong. She attempted to push him under again and again. Finally succeeding after an intense tussle, holding him underwater for a moment before their thrashing brought them up in a tangle of arms and legs, Ally shrieked delightedly. "I got you!"

But Harry just smirked and shook the wet hair out of his eyes. "I let you win this time, darling."

"Oh really?" Ally raised an eyebrow and a new spark entered her eyes. "Well, how's this for winning?"

She leaned in and kissed him hard, threading her fingers into his wet hair and grinding her hips against his. Harry groaned and pulled her flush against his body under the waves, returning her passionate kiss with fervor and desire. After a few heated moments, they finally came up for air, both panting hard.

"Okay, okay...you win,' Harry chuckled deeply. "Let's take this back to the bungalow, yeah?"

Ally grinned and trailed a hand down his chest, leaving him breathless. "Only if u can catch me.", she says already taking off , leaving Harry laughing as he shakes his head and runs after her.

As the moon glowed bright, and the sky grew darker, Harry guided Ally along a secluded trail through the jungle.

"Where are we going now, babe?" Ally asked curiously as they made their way through the dense foliage.

"You'll see, my love. I have another surprise in store for you," Harry replied with a enigmatic smile.

They emerged from the trees onto a tiny sheltered cove, and Ally's breath caught in her throat. A beautiful beachside cabana had been set up in the sand, complete with a thatched-roof covering, plush lounging pillows, flickering tiki torches, and candles everywhere. A small dining table was set for two with fine linens, china, crystal glasses, and a lavish feast of gourmet delicacies.

"Oh Harry...you've really outdone yourself!" Ally cried, covering her mouth in awe as he led her over to the cozy nook. "This is so romantic and dreamy."

"Only the best for you, darling." Harry kissed her tenderly and pulled out her chair for her. They sat and dined on the sumptuous meal as the sun slipped below the horizon, the stars twinkling to life above them. Soft music played in the background, and candles flickered all around, bathing them in a warm glow.

After dinner, Harry took Ally's hand and led her out to a small stretch of beach just steps from their cabana. He spun her around and pulled her close, beginning to sway with her in a gentle dance under the stars. Ally rested her head on his shoulder as they slowly revolved in time to the sultry music.

"I love you endlessly, Ally," Harry murmured into her hair. "This entire trip has been my dream...to share this perfect paradise with you, the love of my life."

Ally pulled back and gazed up into his eyes, her own sparkling with happy tears. "Harry, I've never been happier or more in love. You've made this so special for us. I'll cherish these memories forever."

She kissed him ardently, her fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck. Harry kissed her back intensely, pulling her lithe body flush against his, the passion between them burning white-hot. They continued to kiss and sway to the music under the stars for an immeasurable stretch of time, lost in a hazy, blissful erotic fugue.

After a while, Harry gently pulled back and took Ally's hand once more. "The night's not over yet, my love. I have one more surprise."

Ally's brow furrowed but she smiled radiantly. "More? You've already given me so much tonight."

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "Not nearly enough. Come with me."

He led her further down the secluded beach, following a winding path illuminated by flickering tiki torches stuck in the sand. After a few moments, Ally's breath caught in her throat again at the next beautiful sight.

They emerged onto another tiny cove beach where hundreds of votive candles were arranged in the sand, forming an immaculate heart shape. In the very center stood a huge, gnarled tree trunk, its branches bedecked in sparkling white fairy lights. The effect was ethereal and utterly magical.

"Harry..." Ally whispered, utterly captivated and awestruck. She looked up at him, eyes shining with wonder and adoration. "What is all this?"

Harry just smiled and brushed a rogue curl back from her face tenderly. "Come with me."

He took her hand once more and led her into the heart of flickering candles, coming to a stop under the gnarled tree hung with twinkling lights above them. Ally turned in a slow circle, taking in the breathtaking romantic atmosphere. She opened her mouth to speak but Harry brought a finger to her lips to silence her.

“Ally, babe...I need to get something off my chest here. You know me - I've never been one to really beat around the bush. So I'm just gonna come right out and say it.

Before I met you, I was kind of a mess, to be honest. A total playboy drifting aimlessly from one empty fling to the next. I won't go into all the grimy details, but let's just say my behavior back then was pretty crappy. I was selfish, arrogant, treating women like disposable objects. Acting out because of my own insecurities and voids inside. It was a really dark time for me.

On the surface, yeah, I was living the ultimate rock star fantasy - money, fame, girls throwing themselves at me left and right. But underneath all that? I was hopelessly lost and unhappy. Just going through the motions, filling the emptiness with shallow thrills and physical pleasure because I didn't know how else to find real fulfillment or intimacy.

But then you crashed into my life like a miniature sun, brightening up all the shadows. From the very first moment I met you, something inside me shifted. You saw through all my bullshit bravado and charmed the real me out into the light. With your warmth, your nurturing spirit, and your way of inspiring me to be better.

The connection we had from those very first deep conversations we shared...it rocked me to my core, you know? I'd never opened up like that, never felt so vulnerable yet so embraced at the same time. You made me feel safe to let the true me emerge after keeping him locked up for so long.

As we grew closer, you started knocking down all the walls I'd built up around myself. You encouraged me to face my demons head-on instead of running from them. Your shining example and compassion gave me the courage to really do the work on myself. To become more self-aware, more emotionally intelligent, more intentional about how I move through this world.

With you by my side supporting me every step of the way, I was finally able to shed all those toxic, immature patterns of behavior. The cheating, the disrespect toward women, the reckless substance abuse. You inspired me to clean up my act and channel my energy into meaningful artistry instead of chasing empty highs.

Most of all, you've helped me kill my overblown, compensation-fueled ego that was the root of so much of my misguided shit. You've grounded me fully in reality, showing me what really matters. Things like vulnerability, truth-telling, genuine human connection, service to others.

Baby, you've quite literally resurrected me from the mess I was and breathed new, purposeful life into my existence. You've been the ultimate catalyst helping me discover and become the man I was always meant to be.

Which is why...here tonight, surrounded by all this romantic ambiance I've tried to create for you...I want to make the biggest, most profound commitment to you that I can. To pledge my revered heart, mind and soul to you forever.”

Harry paused, gazing deep into her eyes. Ally felt tears already slipping down her cheeks, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion she saw burning in his eyes. He gently wiped her tears away and continued, his voice thick with conviction and love.

Harry slowly sank down to one knee in the sand before Ally, looking up at her with shining eyes full of sincerity and hope. Ally's hand flew to her mouth, cheeks wet with fresh tears at his gorgeous speech.

Harry pulled a small basket from behind his back and lifted the lid, ready to retrieve the engagement ring inside...

...only to find the basket completely empty. His smile froze slightly as confusion and then panic flickered over his face. "What the...?" He peered inside the basket, whipping it upside down and shaking it, nothing emerging but grains of sand.

Wait...no! Where's the ring? Harry thought frantically, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and dismay. All his careful planning, the elaborate romantic surprise, heartfelt speech...and he had gone and forgot the most important part!

"Uh...Ally...I..." he stammered, looking back up at his beautiful girlfriend, tears sparkling on her cheeks as she gazed down at him kneeling beneath the fairy lights. "You see...I had this whole thing planned out..." His embarrassment was quickly becoming pure mortification.

But then, Harry saw the adoring, tender smile spread across Ally's face. She let out a soft, effortless peal of laughter and shook her head slowly. "Harry...my sweet, sweet Harry," she sighed, still chuckling. "I don't need a ring. Your words, your gorgeous heart...that's all I'll ever need."

Ally reached out and cupped his face in her hands. "Of course I'll marry you. As if I could ever say no to the man I love above all else in this world."

Harry simply stared up at her through a film of relieved tears, overwhelmed and deliriously happy. He pulled her down into his arms with a breathless laugh and their lips crashed together in a passionate, soul-binding kiss that sealed their new engagement right there in their magical paradise.

As the fairy lights glowed and danced around them, they lost themselves in the euphoric rapture of their fiery, all-consuming love...along with many giggles and joking whispers about the missing ring.

"My silly, foolish man," Ally murmured affectionately, peppering kisses over Harry's face, hands sliding through his tousled hair. "I'll make you the happiest damn husband in the world...even if you forget the ring!"

They held each other tightly under the tree, foreheads pressed together, lost in the depths of each other's eyes and orbiting stars. After a blissful stretch of time making love under the lights and candles, Harry abruptly pulled away and grabbed two palm fronds from the sand. Chuckling to himself, he tore them apart and began weaving them into circles.

"What are you doing now, my fiancé?" Ally asked with an amused grin, watching his nimble fingers work.

A moment later, Harry finished and held up his creations - two woven circles made of palm fronds, makeshift rings.

“Allison Pedretti, the love of my life...will you marry me? Will you allow me the profound honor of calling you my wife, my partner, my guiding light for the rest of our days?

I don't have a fancy ring to offer you this moment. Just the promise that if you say yes, I'll spend every waking breath showing you the extraordinary depth of my love, devotion and gratitude for you saving me. I'll never stop romancing you, uplifting you, cherishing our sacred union.

So what do you say, angel? Will you take this imperfect man and keep remaking him by your side? Be my forever soulmate and wife so we can go change the world together?”. Ally gasps , and nods frantically as she still covers her mouth with her hand.

"May I?" he said with a lopsided grin, eyes twinkling. Ally beamed and nodded, tears sparkling in her eyes as Harry took her hand and slid one of the rings over her finger, mirroring the motion on his own with the other.

"With this ring, I thee wed...eventually," he quipped with a throaty laugh. Ally cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in for a deep, drugging kiss.

Afterwards they lay twined together on a plush blanket, cradled in the cradle of the heart-shaped candles slowly burning lower.

“ I am gonna marry an actual angel ," Harry whispered, planting a kiss on Ally's temple as she snuggled closer against him. "And to think it all happened without a proper ring!"

Ally grinned and held up her hand, flexing her palm frond band. "I can’t imagine anything making this moment more perfect.”

"Oh, I have some ideas," Harry murmured, rolling over and pinning her beneath him, capturing her lips in a searing, I'll-show-you-how-I'll-upstage-it sort of kiss.

The next morning, they woke tangled in the blankets on the beach, giggling and giddy with the ecstatic aftermath of their engagement and night of lovemaking under the stars. Harry pulled Ally close and kissed her tenderly.

"Hi fiancée," he whispered, voice rough with sleep and bliss.

"Hi my forever soulmate," she sighed, punctuating her words with another languid, devouring kiss.

As the newborn sun peeked over the horizon and washed the beach in a warm, golden glow of a new day, the two newly engaged soulmates got to their feet hand-in-hand and walked leisurely back along the sand towards their bungalow. Harry stooped and plucked a scarlet hibiscus bloom from a patch they passed, handing the vivid flower to Ally with a wink.

"For my blushing bride-to-be," he purred, trailing a hand over her naked hip.

Ally beamed radiantly and tucked the flower into her tousled hair before pulling Harry in for a deep, drugging kiss under the shade of the rustling palm trees...

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galadhir · 7 months

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Tagged by @aintgonnatakethis and @judgeverse

Thank you! :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

802,066

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm a serial monogamist as far as fandoms go, concentrating on one at a time until I move on to the next. Over the past 15 years I've written

Star Wars (Prequel trilogy - all about Qui-Gon Jinn)

Tolkien fandom (all about Celeborn)

Pirates of the Caribbean (started off with Commodore Norrington/Jack Sparrow, couldn't make it work for me and jumped sideways into Norrington and Lt. Gillette)

Marvel - (the Thor movies reactivated a nascent fascination with Loki, so I dragged a whole bunch of mythology into the MCU fandom.)

Stargate Universe (all about Colonel Young)

Star Wars (Sequel trilogy - all about General Hux)

The Untamed (all about Jin Guangyao)

I've also done a couple of little shorts for Torchwood, Motive and Talented Mr Ripley

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Kindness Repaid - in which Loki and Captain America become friends

Supervillain Honeymoon - someone wrote a fic in response to A Kindness Repaid in which Loki and Steve got married, so I had to write a fic in response to that, in which I figured out how the Asgardians and the Avengers would take the news

The Same Last Name and the Same Coloured Eyes - in which Jin Zixuan decides to be a good big brother to Jin Guangyao, and averts most of the tragedy of The Untamed as a result

Defying His Doom - in which Doctor Doom inspires Loki to improve his public image, and they end up winning a Nobel Peace Prize.

Stepping Stones - an epic Stargate Universe fic I wrote with @seekingidlewild, in which an accident with the communication stones leaves Rush and Young bodyswapped and all communication from Earth cut off

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course I do! I've met all my best fandom friends by chatting with them in the comments of fic (mine and theirs.) Also who doesn't love talking to people about their writing?

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend to avoid angsty endings if I can. That said, it's probably Battle of the Golden Wood which ends with Galadriel and Celeborn saying goodbye, as she leaves Middle-earth and he refuses to follow.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hard to say - I tend to make them all as happy as possible. If I can save the world at the same time, I'll do that too. Maybe Seeds of Old Trees, which gets Celeborn and Galadriel back together and sets Tolkien's elves on a path towards a future of exploring outer space.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have had some rude and entitled comments. People trying to convince me that my blorbo is actually a terrible person who should be locked up (SGU) or that my understanding of the lore is faulty (Tolkien) and therefore I should have written a different story from the one I actually wrote. But I wouldn't really call that hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Heh, it's funny. I came into fanfic repressed and writing gen. Then I unpacked the repression, had about ten years writing slash, during which I discovered the queer community, wrestled with God and came out as an asexual queer Christian. Then I leaned into the asexuality and ended up writing gen again.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

In general I don't, but the craziest one is also the only one I've written - Strange Meetings in which Qui-Gon crash lands in Middle-earth and meets Legolas. They were going to go to the drowned ruins of Doriath and recover a Silmaril, but I lost interest after a couple of chapters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

The same last name and the same coloured eyes has been translated into Russian, and I think one of my Tolkien fics was translated into Chinese, but that was on a non-Ao3 site.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Absolutely! I wrote a number of Elu Thingol/Celeborn fics in the Tolkien fandom with Mirien, and Stepping Stones (where Rush and Young are bodyswapped, and Skipping Stones (where Young is age-regressed into a child) with @seekingidlewild

I loved it! It's a great experience writing with someone whose writing you already enjoy. Lots of bouncing ideas off each other and excitement - and of course it's half as hard and twice as fast as doing it all yourself.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I don't think I have one. I'm honestly a single blorbo at a time writer, and I will read and write fics in which that blorbo is paired with just about anyone. I'm not particularly bothered which ship they're in.

I do have a soft spot for Rush/Young though, because they have such in-your- face dysfunctional obsessional chemistry on the show. And in contrast I also love Xiyao (Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao) because they are so obviously in such a gentle, radiant sort of love, that I choose to believe would have survived the revelation of Jin Guangyao's multiple murders.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I would have said Do Not Bear Grudges, which was going to be my JGY resurrection fic, but it fought me so hard that I ended up deleting what I'd already written and I'm glad to have it gone.

I still vaguely wish that I had finished The Stolen Ones however, which was about Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi and was jossed by the Jedi Apprentice books. (I still think mine was better.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at description/settings/worldbuilding, and I often have an unusual take on things due to my non-neurotypicalness.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not great at giving each character their own unique voice, so my dialogue can get a bit samey. Also I forget that characters can lie - all my characters pretty much tell the truth all the time, which makes it difficult writing the kind of sneaky characters I so love, like Loki, JGY later movies!Hux and even Rush.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I could not do it. Massive respect and kudos to anyone who writes in a second language. It is beyond me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, when it first came out. The internet was on dial-up and fandom was on yahoo groups. It was the first time in my life I'd ever been able to speak to other sci-fi geeks like myself. An amazing experience, and good times!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I know it's cheating a bit to choose more than one, but these three hang together as a series, telling the story of Celeborn and Galadriel from first meeting, to tragic parting and final reunion Oak and Willow, Battle of the Golden Wood, and Seeds of Old Trees. At about 140,000 words, it's a good size novel. And of all the characters I've stanned over the years I still feel Celeborn needed me the most. (Though Colonel Young comes a close second there.)

tagging @seekingidlewild @darthlenaplant @darthnostra @wyomingnot @gamebird

and anyone else who wants to have a go! :)

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Hi B, I hope you had an awesome day!

I'm venturing into your asks without doing it anonymously - hoping I don't fall flat on my face with this ask. It's a long one, too 😬

Just a little preface - I went to visit my parents today after they returned from their Caribbean vacation. My Dad was diagnosed with Parkinsons about 15 years ago, and despite his mobility issues, everything went well with the assistance they were provided through the 2 weeks. So, they traveled home, and while my Mom went to get the luggage cart, my Dad saw their bag come out in the carousel. This is not going to sound funny, but trust me... they were laughing as they told me this. He decides to try and grab the bag, and he does - but he loses his balance and falls to the ground. He still has a solid grip on the bag and doesn't let go. He's then dragged along the floor alongside the carousel for about 20 feet before he lets go of the bag.

So, with all of that, I was wondering, between Timo and Nico, or even any other men in your AUs, who deals with embarrassing moments the best vs the worst? Does anyone get mad or annoyed or can they laugh it off?

Thanks so much, as always, B!

Oh my gosh!!! hahahahaha! I knew someone who had Parkinsons for over 25 years, so I completely understand that these stories are funny and offer some sunlight in the midst of a really dark disease. Hugs to you babe and your parents! It's a really tough one 😘

Nico is the best in these moments. He rolls with it all. Not much rattles him. He is also the one that is very much a caretaker. If Lexi trips, "baby! are you okay!" If she gets sick and he has to help clean her up, he is all about dignity with her, stepping out if that is what she prefers or keeping his eyes focused on her face. One time, Lexi and Nico are wrestling around on the couch and Lexi lets out a lil toot. Nico immediately pops up, looking down at her red face. She is completely mortified. Nico literally locks eyes with her and says "That is the cutest fart I have ever heard." Lexi responds with, "I want to die." And then there is Nico: "No, babe do it again! that was so cute!" 💀

Timo is similar too! Although I don't see him thinking Emma's farts are cute.But we see his roll with it attitude with him and Em all the time. It's more so about making sure she is okay, feeling out if he can make fun of her or not, and then going from there. During her first pregnancy, so much is happening to Emma's body that he doesn't dare make fun of any of that. He knows she is too sensitive about the changes. I feel like Emma is always running out the door late after having Lio, so she will leave the house in her slippers or Crocs to go meet clients. Timo is constantly meeting her in the city with her high heels 😂 Eventually, he just hides a pair in her car so he doesn't have to keep rescuing her.

#when aus collide

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beemovieerotica · 9 months

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CRACKFIC TIME please knock your socks off with this one-shot pirates of the caribbean wrestling AU (I have never watched wrestling)

#potc #potc fanfiction

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pivotalmark · 1 year

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SOME NEAT LITTLE MERMAID FACTS FROM THE BOOK I GOT : ( they are canon for my muses )

According to my book I got about the movie, which is mostly just like a 'research book about merpeople', it says that sirens have different types of song — luring, crashing boats, healing, good luck, shark luring, aaand sleeping songs. Along with just love songs to make people like them. so when sebastian reprimands ariel for using her 'siren song' on eric on the beach , she literally resurrected him from drowning with a healing song.

They also really love the moon bc of the whole tide thing -- they hold festivals for each phase of the moon &* sun, mostly in different regions. they have really cute traditions &* ways of greeting each other in each of the seas , which are all ruled by one of the 7 daughters.

For context left to right , Karina rules the Saithe, or Dark, sea where it's very cold and mostly covered in ice. she's very reclusive &* prefers animals, &* is known for being very decisive &* leaning on her intuition. (Arctic esque) Ariel is the ruler of the Carinae Sea where it's very warm and tropical, though technically she lives in Triton's domain &* lives in his palace . (Caribbean islands esque) She's very sensitive &* kind hearted , and obsessed with reconnecting with the human world. she is renowned for her siren song strength. Indira rules the Brinedive sea , where it is shallow , sunny , &* hot . (Indian-esque) she is said to be the most generous of her sisters and leads with kindness. she is an excellent debater &* diplomat . Caspia rules the Apneic sea , where the waters are 'brackish &* murky' , with rocky islands &* sometimes snow. ( Europe-esque. ) She's selfless &* serves others before herself. She rarely leaves except for mandatory gatherings with her family. she is very protective of coral. Tamika rules the Fracus sea , where the water is clear and sunlit and filled with coral and bright fish. (Africa esque) She is the most tactical of the sisters and rules with an iron fist. She's a strong warrior and once wrestled a tiger shark into submission. Mala rules the Chaine sea , where the waters are full of islands , shoals , and cays . (Asia esque) She is fiercely protective of her waters and the coral in them. She used to send messages to humans before her father forbade it. Perla is the ruler of the Piton sea , where the waters are temperate , but very , very deep . ( i don't know what to compare this one to honestly. mid ocean horrible creatures are down there area. seriously -- they say sea dragons fuck around down there. ) She is the most charismatic and radiates warmth &* charm.

Apparently some mermaids get superpowers. Especially Royal mermaids. Like mindreading or extra skills musically like being able to play an instrument endlessly without tiring. ( there's a legend that one of ariel's sisters was kidnapped for her ability to play the harp endlessly &* triton straight up tsunami'd the town to get her back , but she played for like 5 days straight before that. )

there's actually a few legends on the book that every mermaid knows about ! there was a gay one and it made me scream. went along the lines of , a mermaid wanted a fisherman dead bc he was overfishing and dumping in the ocean , so she got a magic sharp shell that will 'take his heart' but couldn't bring herself to kill the guy , so she asked her merman friend , who agreed bc he's all cold and heartless. he goes to kill the fisherman , but they lock eyes &* fall in love instantly &* hAHA HE TOOK HIS HEART GET IT

Ursula is tridents younger sister and responsible for the sea queens death, though she did not kill her on purpose nor really intend for her to die , but she did nothing to stop it. She impersonated the Sea Queen so she could go fuck with a boat that was annoying Ursula , then she got trapped in a net &* the real sea queen came to free her , but in the mix up , the sea queen was harpooned instead of ursula . Ursula was thus banned from the castle and from seeing her neices .

Also, Ursula is the only known octopus hybrid.

#there wasn't too much more but its a fun book to have for like mermaid world references to their culture and what not !!#it's called uhhhh #' guide to merfolk ' !#⊰ ooc ⋮ have a little hope

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