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bu-blegh-ost · 9 months

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The time has finally come, @girlsonlytreehouse !!!

Today I shall share with you the fruits of my work. But first, allow me to take you on a journey I myself have been through while counting all of this shit down.

First things first, I decided to count the rolls in the context of the characters rather than the people playing them, simply because the luck of the actual people could not be measured accurately if I only take Riptide into consideration (and also I thought it would be more fun). The guys have several different campaigns, some that I do not have access to, so I've decided to seperate all their Riptide rolls into characters they play instead, cause then we can clearly see which character is the luckiest. But ofc if you want this to be attributed differently, the data remains unchanged, so that way you all can interpret the results however you wanted and still have all the info you need on hand.

Another issue were the advantage/disadvantage rolls. When a character rolls at advantage, they roll twice and the only roll that counts is the one that was higher, while the other is discarded and the opposite goes for disadvantage. So for example if you roll at Disadvantage and you roll a nat 20 and a 2, that nat 20 technically doesn't matter. Despite that I decided to count each adv/disadv roll anyway, because despite the fact that it does not count, it was still physically ROLLED, which means it contributes to the character's overall pool of luck. I tried to separate them at first so you guys can make your own decision whether to add them or not, but in the end I decided against it cause it was insanely hard to keep up with. There were just too many and too often, which led me to believe that it was fair enough to count everything as long as they actually rolled a dice.

Which brings me to the last complication, which is of course Gillion's Prophetic Screwup. At the beginning of the campaign Gillion was able to exchange anything that he actually rolled into a nat 20, and in return the DM can change any roll he does afterwards into a nat 1. That way there was supposed to be an equal number of wild unrolled nat 20's and nat 1's to balance Gillion out back to 0, but it didn't turn out this way. In more cases than not, Grizzly would either forget or fail to find a good place to screw Gillion over, so the ability bacame much too unbalanced. So they changed it somwhere in the middle of Edison Kingdom Arc. From then on, if Gill rolled anything from 1-10 it would automatically become a nat 1, and if he rolled from 11-20, that'd be a nat 20 instead. Either way these rolls had nothing to do with luck, as he wasn't actually rolling anything, thus I decided not to count these 'artificial' nat 20's/1's. However I did keep track of them nonetheless and I'll still give you the number of those, just separately, and from then on you guys can make your own decision on whether or not you wish to count it.

OOOFFF ALRIGHT.

Without further ado, here are the nat 20's results (up to ep106):

Gillion: 52

Chip: 58

Jay: 55

Goobleck: 8

Surprised? Yeah I was as well. First things first I never expected this to be this close. And never in my right mind could I possibly predict that it would he CHIP of all people to have the highest score here. But I've seen it with my own eyes. And tell you what. Jay had this in the bag for most of the damn series. She would consistently roll good and always when you need a good roll the most. There were times when she would have such a massive lead it was unthinkable she could loose it. But then she would just kinda...stop rolling good for a bit and allow the other two to catch up. It just wasn't as visble if you don't pay much attention, but I thought it to be cute. It's as she was waiting for them <3 But she was still mostly leading. It was only the current arc that made Chip surpass her. After his terrible luck in Feywilde, he bounced back so strongly right after, that he managed to jump in front of the luck queen herself.

And now I bet you're curious about the other side of the coin. Give it up for natural 1's!:

Gillion: 55

Chip: 53

Jay: 52

Goobleck: 1

You see, I kind of expected it to be Gill, but I need you guys to know that this wasn't the case at all times. Jay? Yes. If there is one thing that's consistent is that she had the lowest amount of natural 1s at all times almost, but the person that was suffering from nat 1 curse for a long while was Chip. In the Feywilde Arc he would be so far ahead of everyone, that I was genuinely sure that there is no way anyone catches up to him. But then he popped off in the next arc with nat 20's and Gillion? Oh my gosh, Gillion didn't disappoint. I've never seen a man fail this much let me tell you XD He ended up with the least nat 20's as well, but I thought the difference would be much higher until he didn't roll 4 fucking nat 20s in ep 100 and then this double nat 20 attack roll in the Black Sea whduihdius AND HE CAUGHT UP AS WELL, more or less.

Idunno, maybe this is just how luck works, but it truly seems that the trio shares their successes and burdens almost equally. They support each other and in return fate has their backs as well. Honestly I couldn't have hoped for better results. Also can we give shout out to Goobleck, the true MVP? He's been on the show only for a while but look at this nat1 - nat20 ratio!!! Go goop man goo!!!

So now for the additional stuff that I also counted just for fun:

*Prophethic screwup nats:

Before the rules changed Gillion replaced 8 of his rolls into natural 20s, and in return Grizzly replaced 3 of his rolls into natural 1s.

After the rules changed he only got high enough number for 4 nat 20s, and a low enough number for 7 nat 1s.

So that together makes additional 12 nat 20s and 10 nat 1s from the prophetic screwup alone. I don't think they should be added, but the numbers are there so feel free to do whatever you want with them :)

Downs and death saves:

Throughout the campaign Gillion went down 14 times and rolled 8 death saves.

Chip went down 6 times and rolled 4 death saves.

Jay went down 4 times and rolled 3 death saves.

No shocker here, Gillion dies a lot XD

Knights:

In their journey Gillion knighted 4 people: Julien Booker, Clorton, Garrieth and Duke.

Corruption score:

Thus far each character has the following amount of corruption points (Black Sea):

Gillion: 0

Chip: 2

Jay: 3

Queen: 1

Gryffon: 2 (i think, unsure abt that one, may edit later XD)

Earl: 1

That is all I have for now. I may be clinically insane :)

Good day to everyone and I hope you found this data interesting. Take care <3

#jrwi riptide #just roll with it #gillion jrwi #chip jrwi #jay jrwi #gillion tidestrider #jay ferin #jrwi goobleck #math????#i guess #insane autistic person talks about statistics for a looong time #if anyone wants something else counted i' m right here fam #GIVE ME A REASON TO REWATCH ALL OF RIPTIDE FOR THE FOURTH TIME I DARE YOU

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zwedexx · 4 months

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AWFC x English-Italian Reader - Introduction

Summary: Reader is playing in a champions league game and get severely injured

TW: Injury?

WC: 645

A/N: Injury won the polls so injury it is. Nothing is proof read. The angsty and more serious stuff starts with the Chapters. Also this is my version of the Arsenal-Lyon game (December 15, 2022). I think the 1 or 2 next chapter will go from December 2022 to ~December 2023. Anyways, share your opinions and suggestions. Also requests are open and I'd really love to try my hand at requests so please submit some.

You joined Arsenal at a young age, 17 years old. You were a bombshell when you landed in the WSL. You might have grown up in England but you were Italian by birth and ancestry. You brought 3 Italian things with you, your defensive style, hand gestures and a last name no commentator could pronounce properly.

You quickly gained a reputation for being fearless LB, you weren’t necessarily a dirty player but you had being compared to Katie a few times. You were willing to make a risky tackle or sacrifice your body if it meant you’d stop a goal. You were never the tallest on the team, that distinction going to the Swedes and you weren’t the biggest but you had heart and stupidity.

Now here you were a full year, 4 goals, 5 yellows and 1 red later standing in the tunnel of a group stage champions league match against Lyon.

You felt this odd sense of nervousness, this was your first start in a champions league game but it was unusual for you. You were taken out of your thoughts when you felt Viv’s arms on your shoulders as she guided you out of the tunnel.

The match was quite uneventful for the majority of the first half, Lyon had some good chances and so did Arsenal. Your nerves had calmed down, you were focused. You had even stopped a breakaway from Malard.

Lyon’s best chance was in 45’+1. Bacha had a free kick from right before the halfway line. She passed it to Morroni then it came back to Bacha who launched the ball over the crowd. You had been tracking Gilles, the Lyon centerback, you knew she was excellent with her head and if it touched the ball it was sure to be a goal. You saw the ball fly over, hit Horan and go back up into the air. You jumped high, trying to reach the ball before Gilles can get a head to it and you succeeded. You felt the ball hit your head and you loosed up a bit, forgetting that the opposing player head was still in motion. Instead of heading the ball, Gilles collided with the side of your head. You feel a sharp excruciating pain, something you’d never experienced before then nothing. You were out.

“Y/N.” You could hear a faint sound of someones voice shouting your name.

“Y/N can you hear me.”

You tried to move, tried to open your eyes but you felt trapped in your own body. Nothing wanted to work. It’d take a few moments before you’d gotten some control back and you were able to open your eyes.

You were completely surrounded by medical staff, it was sort of overwhelming but you were able to spot the voice calling you, Leah. You could see the worry and panic in her face, you wanted to give her a smile or a sign that you’d be okay but it was hard enough to keep your eyes open. The medics were attempting to speak to you but their words were just faded noises and before they were able to finish you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head and you were out once more.

The next you remembered was machines beeping. This incessant beeping that made your head hurt each time it went off. Waking up this time was far easier, you had more control and you felt a little more awake.

“Y/N, for the love of god please tell me something. “ Leah had notice you’d woken up, Jordan had also been in the room but was asleep on the couch next to 4 other bags likely from other teammates that had stepped out.

“Y/N, can you understand me.” Leah asked again, hoping, praying for any response.

“Leah… What- What happened” you croaked out.

Leah face lit up from your response but there was pain behind eyes. You could see tears begin to well up.

“Too much, Y/N/N, too much.”

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some-pers0n · 3 months

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Turtle's arc is so subtle yet so good and I love it a lot, which sucks since I've seen a number of people write him off as just "socially awkward kid who is boring", which?? No??? Gimme a second just to ramble, okay?

Turtle has terrible self-esteem issues and an inferiority complex. He puts himself down, calling himself boring, stupid, and generally useless constantly in his internal dialogue. He's kind and sweet and really well meaning, but he's socially awkward and shy and can't exactly strike up a conversation.

He's like this in due part of being one of Queen Coral's many...many sons. Christ alive this woman had thirty-two sons-- but that's besides the point. He's just another dragon. He's not old enough to be a leader, but not young enough to exactly be any special. He's a middle child. He's a nobody. Just another SeaWing prince who's destined to either run away or to become a military general.

The one time Turtle was ever truly acknowledged was when the night happened with his father, Gill. Gill needed Turtle to fetch one of the royal guards so that they could protect Queen Coral's eggs. But, Turtle couldn't find them. He failed. Gill lashes out, snapping back at Turtle for his inability to do such a simple task and killing the eggs in the process. Turtle internalized this moment. He was useless. He's a nobody, and when he's forced to be somebody, he'll just fail and let everyone down.

Thus, he doesn't see himself as anything special. A fuck up if anything; which makes it all the more ironic that he's an animus dragon. He's literally got the most powerful, special ability in the entire continent, and more than anything he's self-conscious and terrified of it as he would then be pushed into the limelight over it. Because of it, Turtle has made some...rather selfish choices every now and then. The incident with Anemone was created solely because he was petrified of being put on a pedestal. He doesn't want to be some grand dragon. So, he diverted attention away from him and enchanted Anemone to have magic.

Turtle doesn't want to make choices or do anything out of fear of failure and letting others down. Worse is if he's discovered to be an animus, where he's then elevated to such high expectations that he is convinced he will never be able to accomplish. He's held back by his own perceived inadequacy. He doesn't think highly of himself. He doesn't want the spotlight as he's both afraid of being seen and afraid of what those people will say when he lets them down.

He blended into the background in Moon Rising. Moon herself was confused by not being able to read his thoughts, which turned out to be because of the Magic Plot Rock we all know and love as skyfire. However, as the rest of the Jade Winglet ran off when Moon revealed to have been a mind reader, Turtle stuck around. He related to that. He felt pity and understood Moon the most. They are most like one another anyways, with the both of them being ashamed of their own powers and fearing being rejected by their loved ones the most.

He's a deeply kind and considerate soul who wants nothing more than to help people. He cares for Moon and wants to comfort her when she's at her lowest. He is so sweet, but he does it in a quiet, deeply personal way. He doesn't like big gestures or calling attention upon himself. He just likes being close to another. I feel he connected most with Moon because he found his own insecurities and fears in her and related to that. He found another person like him.

The Jade Winglet helps Turtle a lot with his own issues. Slowly throughout the series, he grows a little more confident of himself. His kindness is shown yet again with him becoming friends with Peril. Again, relating and sharing experiences of having powers and abilities that others want to take advantage of and unwillingly push them into roles they wouldn't want. He laughs, jokes, and playfully banters with her. He's getting better and better.

And then...Darkstalker.

Darkstalker throws a wrench into everything. Turtle reverts instantly back to his scared, cowardly ways. He enchants a stick to hide himself from Darkstalker, instantly sensing that Darkstalker hated him. He feels powerless to stop Darkstalker. What could he do?? Well, he could try to use his magic, but that would mean he steps out into the spotlight! He's seen! But this is serious. Darkstalker is massive, has animus magic, can read minds, and can see into the future. Turtle is just a kid. He's a nobody. He can't do anything.

He's scared. He feels useless and afraid. He's no hero. He doesn't want to be a hero. He's nothing like the heroes from legend. He's nobody.

Over the course of his book, we see Turtle quietly observe and stand by as Darkstalker takes over Jade Mountain Academy. He's plotting and planning, feigning his kindness and basking in the praise and worship others are giving him. Darkstalker is the antithesis to Turtle. He freely uses his magic without care and, more than anything, wants to be seen and witnessed by others. He loved the attention that his magic brings him. If somebody doesn't like him, then he either kills them off or brainwashes them into liking him. He's the polar opposite of Turtle in every way.

And you know who else is like that? Anemone.

Anemone is corrupted and warped even more by Darkstalker. Before hand, she was a kid who had just been released from the suffocating life as Queen Coral's only daughter. Darkstalker saw her as a pawn he could exploit. He encouraged her to be more risky and daring with her magic. He whispered into her ear and tells her that she's able to do anything. He's grooming a child he's grooming a child--

Regardless, Turtle feels guilty for everything Anemone has been put through. He doesn't fully understand the extent to which she had suffered as being physically tied to her mother at all times and being trained as a living weapon, but he feels so much guilt over it. Because of his inability to take accountability and risk being seen, he made a selfish, half-formed enchantment that was supposed to be a quick fix. He did not fully think of the consequences, and yet here they are before him.

As the book goes on, we see Turtle slowly but steadily try to form a resistance movement against Darkstalker. He had been watching and eventually found himself alone with Qibli and Winter. Winter, who was still heavily under the "Darkstalker is good :))))" spell, refused to listen as Turtle told them about it. Qibli, who wasn't affected, understood. For one of the first times ever, Turtle used his magic for another. Well, he also enchanted Kinkajou's skyfire so that she would be almost invisible to Darkstalker, but that would require me spending two seconds thinking about where that scene leads to (the love spell) and I'd rather not.

Anywho, Turtle is still insecure and afraid, but he's slowly becoming more sure of himself. He knows Darkstalker is evil and he wants to take him down. He's deeply afraid of him though, as he knows Darkstalker will kill him. He still feels useless and scared.

Until finally he has to act.

Anemone, coaxed by Darkstalker into doing this, goes off to kill Queen Coral and her entire family. Anemone is convinced this is what she deserves after being a terrible mother. Suddenly, Turtle realizes that his little mistake of giving Anemone god powers now has consequences and his family is going to die.

The guilt he feels is immense, but he needs to stand up. He can't sit idly anymore and let the world pass him by. He needs to stop her. He's the only one who can match her power. He has to fight her. He has to warn everyone. He has to do something heroic and terrifying.

He confronts Anemone on the beach. For the first time, he stands up for himself. He doesn't back down when she barks at him and demands he leaves. She tries to kill him, only for him to finally reveal himself. He's admitting to his mistakes. His guilt. He knows that she's not going to have a good reaction. Yeah so Anemone then tries to kill him via animus magic. The pair fight, with Turtle wining in the end.

Yada yada the book ends with Turtle having his magic taken away, but over the course of the book (as well as bleeding into DOD), Turtle has grown significantly in terms of his fears and anxieties. He's able to make a stand for himself and actively try to make things better. He's scared and still socially awkward, but he's, well, a hero in some semblance. Something he thought was the most terrifying thing possible for him he does.

Turtle is a naturally kind and considerate soul. He wants to help others, and when he does hurt them it eats away at his heart. He's afraid of conflict and prefers to be a doormat if it means he can slip through the cracks and come out unscathed.

Through the books however, he grows into a more upstanding and confident character. He's less prone to self-deprecation and letting others take advantage of him. He doesn't let things pass by and get himself into terrible situations through in-action. Through the support of his friends (and going through traumatizing scenario after traumatizing scenario) he is marginally better. Not fixed, but good enough to be happy and still the same, socially awkward but incredibly kind Turtle.

He's a character who I think a lot of people can see themselves in, and his arc in particular is one I feel many should aspire to. To stand up for themselves. To mend and fix the mistakes they've made and try to do better. Problems can't be fixed by some other hero. You have to take initiative. Stand up. Be the hero you need.

#wof #wings of fire #sp-rambles #turtle wof #Hey WoF people I decided to think again

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marlynnofmany · 2 months

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The Indignity that is Hiccups

I leaned against the broom and yawned, tired in more ways than one. The mess in the storage hold was going to take a while to clean. And just because the universe has ironic timing, I hiccupped while my mouth was wide open. It echoed off the metal walls. Luckily for me, none of my alien crewmates were there to hear it.

Or so I thought. A bundle of tentacles and a curious squid face peered around the doorway.

I sighed, hiccuping again. “Yes it’s me; no I’m not doing it on purpose.”

Mur eased into the room, stepping carefully around the snowdrifts of flour from where a storage crate had broken. “Why are you making that kind of noise on accident?” He was carrying a bundle of something wrapped up in one tentacle, but seemed more interested in conversation than in whatever that was.

“It’s called hiccups,” I said. “I suppose it’s too much to hope that other species have to deal with this to-o?” As much as I tried to get the sentence out smoothly, I was betrayed at the end.

“None that I know of. So what is it? Some kind of compulsion?”

“No, nothing like that.” I went back to sweeping with irritated strokes of the broom. “It’s a muscle spasm that’s never been fully explained. It usually goes away pretty quickly for me, but it’s annoying. Much like this flour.”

“I bet,” Mur said, looking around the room. He uncurled his tentacle. “I brought batteries for the big gravity wand.”

“Oh, Paint just went to get some! Thank you. She’ll be back soon.”

“Good,” Mur said, wiping at the flour dust that was already settling on him. “Ugh, this is unpleasant.”

“Sure i-is,” I hiccuped, followed by an exasperated noise. “At least I don’t get acid reflux with the hiccups. Small mercies.”

Mur asked, “Get what?” as Paint arrived, wielding the big gravity wand like a broadsword.

“Stand back! Oh, hi Mur. These batteries are only half charged, so I’m going to clean as fast as I can!” As short as she was, she looked like a scaly child waving a grownup weapon that she had no business using. Which wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I am standing ba-ack,” I announced, taking my broom to the doorway where the air was clearer.

Paint gave me a sideways look, finger hesitating over the power button.

I sighed and brushed flour dust off my sleeve. “It’s a stupid human thing.”

“Muscle spasms,” Mur put in helpfully. “Apparently sometimes they come with acid?”

“With what?” Paint demanded.

“Not like that,” I hurried to clarify. “Some people get stomach acid splashing up their throat, just enough to hurt.”

“That’s terrible,” Paint said, concern all over her scaly orange face. “What causes it?”

“No one’s really sure. My favorite theory is that it’s evolutionary history, our brains trying to breathe with gills, but—” I paused for another hiccup. “—Pretty sure that’s not actually it.”

“Wild,” Mur said. “Here, Paint; I brought fresh batteries.”

“Oh, thank you! No wonder I couldn’t find them.”

That would have been a great time for the hiccups to stop, while the conversation had moved on, but no such luck. I leaned against the door frame and tried to breathe evenly.

Paint juggled batteries, finally setting the gravity wand on the floor to swap them out properly. After another loud hiccup, she asked, “What makes the muscle spasms go away?”

“They usually do on their own,” I said. “Some people get them for a long time, but I’ve been pretty lu-ucky.”

“Sure,” Mur said, picking up the old batteries. “Lucky.”

Paint stood back up. “Nothing makes them calm down faster?”

“There are a few things,” I admitted. “Mostly stuff to distract the person from paying attention to them, really. Drink water from the far side of a cup, get startled by something, hold your breath a long time. I usually just take a lot of deep breaths, and they go aw-ay.” I grimaced. “Not today, apparently.”

Something hard closed around both shoulders and yanked me backward into the hallway, to where open mandibles hissed in my face, surrounded by shiny black exoskeleton and terrifying faceted eyes.

“Ahhh! Good gods, Trrili!” I stumbled upright, gasping for breath as she released me with far too much smugness.

“You arrrre welcome,” Trrili purred. “Wasss that enough of a ssstarrrtle, orrr ssshould I find a nice hiding placcce to jump out frrrom?”

“I’m good; thanks!” I said. My heart was beating dangerously fast, but the hiccups were long gone.

“Hm. Disappointing,” Trrili said, dropping the hiss. “Let me know if you require further medicinal terror.” Then she glided off down the hallway on many quiet bug legs.

I shuddered a little. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll do that.”

Paint was wide-eyed, crouched to pick up the gravity wand where she’d dropped it. I’d dropped the broom too, and I hadn’t heard either of them fall. The batteries had fallen out again.

Paint asked, “Are you going to tell her next time you have those spasms?”

“Ha! No, I don’t think I will.”

“I might,” Mur said with a grin.

“Hey now,” I said sternly, bending to pick up the broom. “Don’t make me sweep flour on you.”

He laughed and danced out of range, and the three of us got back to work cleaning up with nary a hiccup.

I did sneeze at the dust, which started a whole other conversation, but at least they knew what those were.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #The Token Human #relatively short one today #a nice simple idea #I was going to write something more complicated #then someone hiccupped and I suddenly had a new plan #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #eiad #hiccups

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kaeyx · 2 months

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Kinktober day 23: tentacles + ovi + Fyodor

Pairing: Mer!Fyodor X afab!gn!reader [3k]

Warnings: smut, monsterfucking, oviposition, breeding(?), overstimulation, cervix fucking, tentacles, I mention reader's tits a lot for someone who hates his own, clit sucking, nipple pain

Additional notes: Remember kinktober? Haha, yeah. Anyway, emphasis on the fact that this focuses on the female aspects of the reader, there's especially a lot of mention of their breasts. Fyodor is not named.

It drags you under before you even have time to scream.

Water rushing around you, ears popping painfully, struggling uselessly as something much, much larger and stronger pulls you through the salty depths. This is it, you're going to die here. Your throat burns, your foggy mind fighting the instinct to gasp in a huge mouthful of air because you know there's none to find.

Just as you give up something throws you out of the water, your head spinning, arms reaching out for purchase. There's salt in your eyes, your nose, your throat, making you cough and hack. It's a cave, and your feet don't touch the bottom. You float there, observing the surroundings, listening to the eerie quiet that's only broken by dripping water and your own tiny, insignificant splashes. Strangely enough you can just about manage to see through the darkness, the black rocks of the cave lit up from below.

From.... below?

You look between your kicking legs and scream, making a break for the edge of the cave. Something silent and huge is circling underfoot, not even cutting the water as it moves, skin glowing so brightly that it lights up the room. There's no time for you to escape, your puny human limbs not adapted to the water even though your panicked movements make you fast.

A long, flexible limb wraps around your ankle and sneaks up your calf, dragging you back to the centre of the cave despite your frantic kicking and scratching. Your nails slide right off the rubbery skin and another limb, another tentacle, grabs hold of your other leg and also holds it still. More of them snake around your hips, your waist, your arms and then finally the creature rears its head out of the black water.

It's a man. Sort of, anyway. Heavy lidded violet eyes with slit pupils regard you with interest, hair as black as oil falling around his face and shoulders. Thin lips and brows and a delicate nose, three huge slits on either side of his neck. Gills. He looks thin, skin so pale you can see blue veins pulsing across his chest, narrow shoulders and hips and a boney torso. Instead of legs his hips give way to a huge, bulbous sort of growth out of which come numerous limbs. Long, thick, wriggling tentacles, a beautiful midnight blue that almost seems to blend with the surrounding darkness, churning the water beneath and lifting you up effortlessly. You tug again, and it does nothing.

He leans closer and you freeze in fear, going rigid. The creature presses a hand against your chest and you realise his hands are webbed, so are his ears. He seems to be feeling out your heartbeat, fluttering wildly in your ribcage. Whatever he finds, he seems satisfied with it. His other hand also goes to your chest and you try to raise your arms to push him away, but are met with thick coils around your wrists that weigh you down.

"Hey, hey!" You say sharply, making the man raise his head. "What are you doing?"

He looks unimpressed, and ignores the question entirely. His hands are boney, spidery, almost human, as cold as the sea itself. They squeeze your sides and prod your stomach while the tentacles raise you so you're hip to eye with the creature and he can get a better look. You're squirming, uncomfortable, but he pays no notice and just feels your hips out, seemingly also satisfied with them.

Tentacles begin to move over you with more purpose now, sliding up your legs and around your shoulders, wriggling under the edges of your swimsuit as you balk and scream obscenities. Your voice echoes off the walls but the man is unfazed, getting under the fabric covering you until it's bulging ridiculously, slimy limbs surrounding your torso. One of the horrid things forces itself into your mouth, hooking its tip into your jaw before sliding down your throat until you can barely breathe, muffling your noises.

All of them flex at once and your swimsuit rips at the seams, falling to the water in tatters. Two deft tentacles circle your chest, weighing your tits and squeezing them curiously. You yell around the appendage in your mouth, kicking your legs and trying to slap them away, to cover yourself up; but the fat, squirming limbs are as strong as they are flexible. The man they're attached to looks on with a sinister sort of satisfaction on his face, grinning as your breasts are pressed together and kneaded. Your choked insults are simply answered with a few clicks and pops from him before he reaches out and pinches your nipple, tugging on it painfully and ignoring your fruitless struggle.

...Something strange is happening, gradually pressing against the edges of your consciousness. The slick coating his tentacles soaks into your skin, leaving a cool, almost tingling sensation as they writhe and constrict. The one deep in your throat is wriggling, teasing your gag reflex and making you swallow around it, something almost salty sliding deep into your stomach and muddling your senses. The smooth, powerful motions almost feel like a hug, and the suckling and squeezing is causing heat to pool shamefully in your stomach. Your wide eyes meet his and he stares back with a facsimile of a smile on his face, something too wide and stiff and full of teeth. Something intelligent. His human half is bent over you while the animal portion keeps coiling around you, exploring every inch of skin.

His hand shoots out and grabs your jaw, a move that could be almost tender if it wasn't for the strength of his grip, the vicious way his claws curl around your face. He seems to be almost pretending, imitating the gesture. Violet eyes peer into your own, watching as you gag and struggle weakly, glittering with curiosity and a tinge of malice. This thing knows what's happening. He can feel your struggle getting weaker as your limbs grow heavy, eyelids dropping. You're suddenly very aware of the icy water and the slick glide of those thick limbs against your bare skin, the ones around your hips, the ones attaching themselves to your inner thighs with vicious suckers, pulling your legs apart in midair. You thrash weakly, a fly caught in a spiderweb, looking into the monster's eyes and finding no sympathy.

The suckers on your thighs tighten, making you mewl against your will. It almost feels like you're drunk, pins and needles running all over your numb skin, each movement of the tentacles making you shudder. The man's eyes narrow, looking satisfied with your reaction and your defeated expression. He creeps closer to you, and that's when you finally notice the cocks between his legs. Two of them, dyed the same deep shade as his tentacles and bobbing menacingly, their tapered heads already leaking in anticipation. The top one is oddly swollen at the base, almost flushed, bulging with…. something. You try to struggle, but by this point you're so wrapped up in the monster's limbs that you can't move at all. And whatever has happened to your body is making you embarrassingly eager to know more about the intimidating appendages, your entire consciousness narrowing down to how painfully empty you feel and how big and inviting his cocks look. They're far bigger than any human ever could be, and he seems to have noticed you staring because he smirks, one of his hands wrapping around the top one and stroking it slowly. You can't help but moan around the tentacle in your mouth, but only a strangled gurgle comes out.

The man seems to accept this, rubbing the tip of one of the dicks against your cunt. It's cold, and he doesn't waste any time in forcing it in. You scream as best you can, trying to thrash around as the thick appendage invades your walls, stretching you painfully and bumping right against your cervix. He looks so smug, as if he can feel the mixture of pain and pleasure running through your veins right now and how it's clouding your senses. He starts moving immediately, and to your horror you discover you're so wet that it doesn't even hurt, the thick girth dragging smoothly along your walls as he sets a quick, steady pace.

His other dick is rubbing against your ass with every thrust, pulsing and leaking against your skin and lighting every one of your nerves on fire. The tentacles don't help, groping your hips and arms and tits hard enough to hurt, suckling mercilessly on your nipples as you're split open on the creature’s cock. He seems to have angled his tip perfectly so that it hits your cervix every time, making you twitch in pain. Slowly, with every thrust, the tight ring of muscle is beginning to open up and let his cock pierce right through to your womb.

The tentacle in your mouth retreats and you choke on your spit, trying to cry out and gasp for breath at the same time. The creature's eyes never leave your face, and you swear he looks even more pleased with himself as tears begin to pour down your face. You can't even think about crying for help, you can barely think at all, your mind too addled by the delicious stretch of your walls. The tentacle that was just in your mouth smears a warm mess of slime and your own drool across your cheek and chest, adding to the overstimulation as it cools on your skin. You can taste salt every time you gasp for air.

Something squirms over your cunt and you cry out in shock and arousal as another tentacle fastens itself onto your clit, beginning to suck gently. The stimulation makes your cunt leak even more, clenching painfully around the thick girth splitting you in two. The man hisses, stilling for a second as a particularly harsh spasm makes you too tight to let him move. His violet eyes are glued to your pussy, to the way it swallows his cock with every thrust. It's milking him so nicely. He puts one of his hands on your lower stomach, drawing his hips back slowly and leaving you clenching around nothing, before slamming back in brutally fast. You howl in pain, trying uselessly to kick him away, but your cry quickly melts into a whimper as the sucker on your clit begins to work its magic again.

Your walls are pulsing and there's a telltale heat swirling low in your stomach. Through your shudders and the squirmy mess of arms assaulting every inch of bare skin, you notice that the man's head is bowed and his long, spindly hands are on your hips. The tendrils begin to move erratically, jerking and twitching across your body, countless suckers fastening onto your skin and making it sting all over. He's close, and to your lingering embarrassment so are you, even with the pain from your tender cervix being pried apart and a far too big cock stretching you out.

Your eyes unfocus and the cold, slimy tip of a tentacle prods your tongue as your mouth falls open. You feel a powerful spasm in your cunt, the creature's cock pulsing rhythmically and almost seeming to swell a little. To your confusion and horror, the tapered head is lodged deep into your womb, prying your cervix open just enough to make space, and you can't move away. Something strange is happening, an alien sensation invading your womb as the monster clutches your shoulders tight and his hips twitch, messy, clearly pushing something into you. His pretty violet eyes are shut tight, dark hair sticking to his cheeks as he leans in close. It feels almost romantic, you think, the notion breaking through your addled brain. That would have terrified you a few minutes before, but now you can't bring yourself to care even as your tummy swells with an unknown, bumpy substance, something almost jelly like. Your orgasm crashes into you almost without warning, setting all your nerves alight despite the concern of your swelling stomach, making you moan loudly. It echoes in the damp cave, your own cry coming back to you amidst all the lewd slaps of skin on skin.

As you tip your head back and whine, shaking with the aftershocks, the creature pumps his hips a few times to finish draining himself into you. One of his hands presses lightly on the bump, massaging it in circles. An odd chirp comes from his mouth, and he pulls out without a warning. You shudder, empty cunt clenching uselessly, suddenly feeling too empty and yet oddly full. There's no time for confusion though, because when you look down you're met with the sight of the monster gripping his second cock, the first one lying on his stomach and contrasting beautifully with his pale skin.

The second one is thinner but no less impressive, and missing the swollen knot the first one had. He wastes no time sheathing himself inside you, but he doesn't move just yet. You groan, confused, peering at the creature to see what he's doing, but he pays you no mind. Your walls are tender and his swift pace makes you flinch, letting out a quiet sob that he ignores. He seems to be panting hard, resting while buried deep in your cunt after that initial stroke. His tentacles are mostly still, twitching occasionally but keeping you steady in midair.

Cold hands find your breasts, the monster’s boney fingers pinching your nipples cruelly. You yelp, trying to pull your arms free so you can hit him, but of course nothing happens. He looks up, still panting, and smiles. He's slightly red, his once pale cheeks now a soft pink. It does little to soften the cruel glee on his face, the sharp teeth peeking out from behind his lips, the cold water dripping down his hair and over his shoulders. He squeezes the tender buds again and you groan, pussy clenching involuntarily. To your dismay the monster makes a sound similar to a purr, clicking his tongue and pulling harshly on your tits. He likes to see you in pain, or maybe he likes the way you twitch and tighten around him, milking him.

Slowly, carefully, he begins to thrust into you, shallow moves that drag his heavy cock against your abused insides. Every time he bottoms out you get your nipples pinched painfully hard, forcing your cunt to tighten around him and making him growl and chirp in obvious satisfaction. The muscles in your abdomen spasm with his movements, your head tossing from side to side. Every steady thrust jolts you in the tentacles’ grip, your skin still buzzing from whatever the creature had rubbed into you, but you dimly notice one of the tentacles slithering back up to your clit.

It sneaks under the hood and fastens directly onto the tender nub, sucking and pulling harshly enough to make you wail in a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation. Of course this makes you clench and the monster groan, his thrusts speeding up and becoming more forceful, the tip of his cock ramming against your cervix as he angles his hips just right. He's not really pulling on your nipples anymore, instead grabbing hard onto your chest to support himself as his human half curls into you, his teeth almost grazing your cheek. The man's breath is cold, uneven, he's slowly angling your hips up so that your legs are over his hips, dangling uselessly.

You close your eyes, hands balling up into fists as his pace stutters and the slimy tendrils holding you up go stiff and tighten. The squeeze almost hurts but it's overshadowed by the feeling of his cock stilling deep inside you and twitching powerfully, right before a strange warmth floods your lower stomach. A final harsh suck from the tentacle fastened to your clit makes you cum again, your vision whiting out as all you go rigid in his grip. The waves of release coupled with his cum swelling your your womb is overwhelming, more intense than anything you've experienced in your life. The man makes a strange, choked off sound, almost a moan, resting his forehead against you collarbone as his hips roll a few more times, then still.

Dazed, you let yourself go limp in his hold, only managing a tired groan when he slowly pulls out of you. Your stomach feels bloated and tender, your cunt drooling, slowly letting some of the creature’s cum slip out. He squeezes your tits one last time, churning the water beneath you as he moves you to the edge of the cave and leaves you on a ledge. The stone is cold and wet, way too hard after the squishy, yielding grip of his tentacles. Violet eyes observe you with satisfaction, cold hands palm the bump in your tummy and slip quickly into your cunt before retreating. You press one of your own hands, weak and shaky, against the taut skin and feel a strange bumpiness. Eggs, you realise. Like frogspawn, but larger and firm enough that you can just about feel them if you press down hard. Your mind is too sluggish to process the information, so you just rub the spot in a bit of a haze while keeping an eye on the monster. His human half is out of the water, supported on pale, skinny arms while he watches you intently.

Your hand drops with a sigh. You feel…. tired, cold, uncomfortably full in a way you're not used to. The monster gives you a quick once over, from your slack face to your gaping, messy cunt, tracing your stomach one last time. He slips into the sea without a sound, and vanishes in the dark water.

#fyodor.bsd #fyodor x reader #sea monster fyodor x reader #mer!fyodor #fyodor smut #fyodor x y/n #shout out to Flora bc reading that first bit of your series gave me the push i needed to finish this #mer fyodor #kinktober 2023

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hypnoneghoul · 26 days

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Hyp my good sir, may I ask for a desperate Phantom

ehehhe i remembered this hc that i mentioned once so here you go, just a little related thing

gill licking, hand jobs

There is something in the air tonight. Obviously; everyone is on edge.

A horny edge, all the ghouls and Papa are pent up for no apparent reason. They are all professionals, though, and they can—mostly—keep it in their pants during a show.

It’s slightly different with Phantom.

He’s still new and he’s rightfully compared to a perpetually horny teenager who, in fact, can not keep it in his pants.

For whatever reason, tonight he has his eyes on Rain. He was all but attached to his hip throughout the ritual, even skipping some parts of the choreo to stay close to the water ghoul. It’s not that serious, nobody will be upset with him for it, but it was noticeable.

Especially when Phantom tried to shove his face into the crook of Rain’s neck and failed—growling when their helmets kept him from actually getting to his neck. Rude piece of garbage.

Rain, though, knows well enough what the quintessence ghoul wants. If he thought Dewdrop and Swiss were insane about his gills, Phantom outranked them by far. Ever since he was...well, introduced to that part of water ghoul anatomy, Phantom was insane.

So there Phantom was, horny and trying to get his mouth on Rain’s gills during the show. Nothing especially shocking.

Now that the show has ended, the poor quintessence ghoul is whining and pawing at Rain, begging him to get rid of his damn helmet and balaclava and unglamor already.

“Batsy, gimme–gimme a second,” Rain grunts and finally rips the balaclava off of his head, throwing it carelessly onto the greenroom floor. Phantom lets out another loud whine and clings to the water ghoul as he unglamors with a shudder.

The moment the frills of his gills reappear, Phantom tackles him and throws them both onto the stinky couch. Better it than the floor. Before Rain can even notice what’s happening, Phantom has his mouth latched on his neck—tongue prodding into the slits as he suckles at the delicate flesh of his fins.

“Fuck, Phantom,” Rain moans, feeling his cock twitch in interest. Phantom’s own was hard rock for the better part of the last hour, and he whimpers at finally getting what he so desperately craved.

The quintessence ghoul is perched atop Rain’s lap as he passionately makes out with his gills, and it’s Rain who takes care of other unnecessary pieces of clothing covering them. He pulls off their vests and opens their shirts before unceremoniously shoving his hand down Phantom’s pants and wrapping his long, elegant fingers around his cock.

He moans obscenely and it reverberates through Rain’s whole neck. It has no right feeling this damn good, but it does, and the water ghoul waits no more to put his other hand on his dick.

“There we go, batsy,” he moans. Phantom only clings to him tighter and shoves his tongue so far down Rain’s gills that he can taste the inside of his throat. The water ghoul chokes.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #gill smut

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libraryofgage · 7 months

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Mermaid/Pirate Steddie Five

One | Two | Three | Four

*slaps top of the fic* this bad boi has everything: mermaids, fluff, reunions, Eddie being a simp, protective mom Steve

Anyway, stick around to the very very end for a meme hot off the presses about this part lmao

as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

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It takes Robin and the guppies three days to reach the ship Erica mentioned. They're all irritable, and the only thing that keeps them from snapping at each other is the idea that Steve might be hurt or in danger. Robin thinks they might have torn each other apart otherwise, and she can't even say for sure that she would have stopped the guppies from engaging in a full-on brawl.

So, to say she's beyond relieved when they finally catch up to the ship is an understatement.

But now they need to plan. The ship is way too close to a port city; close enough that any of the pirates could survive long enough to swim that way and spread the story of a murderous pod. Which, honestly, wouldn't do much for keeping all mermaids safe and on good enough terms with humanity that regular humans don't hunt them for sport. It does nothing to stop the pirates, but still.

"We could just make sure to drown everyone," Max suggests, watching the bottom of the ship with narrowed eyes.

Robin almost agrees, but then she stops. Because she knows Steve. If even one person on that ship wasn't an asshole to him, he'd say to spare them, and that could result in the aforementioned spreading of murderous pod stories. But after he's been trapped for so long, Robin wouldn't be able to argue with any request. She's already imagined him dead and strung up like a trophy more than she'd like to admit. She couldn't stand to see him frown after that.

So, she shakes her head, a frustrated bubble pattern flaring from her gills. "We need to be smarter about this," she says.

"We didn't strategize before sinking the other one," Will points out.

"That one kidnapped him. This one might have rescued him, and we should show mercy if that is the case," El says, stretched out and floating on her back. She's the most relaxed of them, and Robin wonders if it's because of that sixth sense she's got going.

"El is right," Robin says, crossing her arms and studying the ship. "We should be more careful about this."

"We could try signaling him," Dustin suggests. "Like, uh, dolphin noises or something."

"If we do that," Lucas says, "we'll need to give him enough time to respond without anyone around."

Robin nods, agreeing with both of them. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'll swim closer while you guys stay here. We have that dumb screech system Steve made us memorize, so I'll use that to signal him. Then we'll wait until the sun rises tomorrow. That should be enough time for him to respond. If he doesn't, we'll sink the ship," she says.

"What if he's not on it?" Mike asks.

"We'll keep one human alive for questioning," Will says, looking at Robin and flashing a tiny, relieved smile when she nods in agreement. "We'll probably have to drown them either way, though."

"Well, we don't need to tell them that," Erica says, snorting as she reaches out to pet a fish that swims by. It's tiny enough to weave through her fingers twice before swimming on.

"Yeah, definitely won't be telling them," Robin agrees, trying and mostly failing to hold back an amused smile. "Okay, stay here. I'll be back after a few minutes. While I'm gone, Erica is in charge."

A chorus of protests chases after Robin as she swims away, heading toward the surface. The sun shines brighter the closer she gets, and she winces when her head finally breaks through the water. It reflects off the ocean, sparkling and blinding as the water shifts and flows.

Robin huffs and sinks down until only her eyes are above the water. The ship is a few yards away, and she can't see anyone moving around on the deck from this distance. She slowly moves closer, her ear fins straining as she tries to listen for any sign of life. Or Steve. Actually, she'd love to hear any sign of Steve from the ship.

Unfortunately, she doesn't.

Once she's close enough to touch the ship, hiding in the shadow it casts over the water, she circles it once. There are a few windows along the hull, but none of them are actually open. That could make it harder for Steve to hear her, but Robin will just be extra loud to compensate.

Robin clears her throat, rolls her shoulders, flicks her tail, and rises until her chin is above the water. She then lets out a sound that can only be classified as the dying shrieks of a dolphin and seagull's abomination of a love child. She makes this noise twice, but each one lasts a few seconds.

Robin can't risk any of the humans seeing her when they investigate the noise. If they are holding Steve captive, they might hurt him even more if they know another mermaid is around. So, she dips below the water, completely submerging and waiting anxiously for a response.

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Steve has discovered the wonders of just sprawling on a solid surface, his arms thrown to the side and his tail stretched out as he stares up at the ceiling. It's oddly calming, and Steve can almost trick himself into thinking the bobbing of the ship is the ocean itself.

That's what Steve is doing now, forcing himself to relax and brace himself for telling Eddie that he has to leave for a while to find Robin and the guppies. His eyes are closed, and he's running through every possible outcome of that conversation. The second best case scenario (Eddie decides to come with him in a tiny boat) is playing out when he hears it.

The Emergency Shriek.

The last time he'd heard it, Dustin was desperately crying out for help as he struggled against the net that dragged him to the surface. Steve's reaction then had been the exact same as his reaction now. He jolts, his eyes wide and all of his fins flaring in preparation for the fastest swimming of his life, and his lips are pulled back in a vicious snarl to display his fangs and scare off the threat.

But he's on a boat, in the captain's cabin, and that window is way too small for him to climb through. Steve doesn't really think (he can't, actually; his brain has officially gone into Guppies and Robin In Danger Mode). He drags himself to the door of the cabin, digs his fingers into the space beneath, and uses all his strength to rip it off.

The wood groans and the hinges shriek and then the bottom half of the door comes off in his hands. Steve tosses it to the side and crawls through, his tail twitching and flopping in a vain attempt to move faster. If anyone were to actually witness this, they'd probably find it somewhere between utterly terrifying and unfortunately hilarious. A giant fish is dragging and flopping along the floor, but it's also exuding the most intense aura of bloodlust most creatures have ever encountered.

And that bloodlust only gets worse when Steve comes to the stairs that lead to the deck. He stares at them, anger building in his chest at the obstacle they present and just how long it will take to climb them. By the time he reaches the top, Robin and the guppies could be dead, and Steve will have wasted time by uselessly trying to climb some stupid stairs.

He grits his teeth, claws digging into the wood beneath him. And then Steve suddenly realizes that he doesn't have to climb the stairs himself. He takes a deep breath, his gills flaring some to pull in more air, and screams as loud as he can, "EDDIE!"

Steve is absolutely going to reward Eddie for his speed (later, after his guppies and Robin are safe) because he immediately hears something crash above him, followed by swearing and frantic footsteps that stop at the stairs. "Stevie, what the fuck?" Eddie asks, panting as he hurries down the stairs.

"On the deck," Steve says, pushing up onto his tail and wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck when he starts leaning down. "Right now, Eddie. Actually, two minutes ago. As fast as you can. And to the edge of the ship. The railing. Now!"

Eddie, his wonderful and incredible Eddie, doesn't question him. He just scoops Steve up and carries him back up the stairs, fingers digging into Steve's waist when he nearly trips over the final step. He finds his balance again, barely, and strides over to the railing.

Steve can't see anything wrong with the water, but he knows the surface doesn't actually tell him anything useful. He frowns and looks at Eddie. "I'll be back," he promises before letting go of Eddie's neck and twisting to place his hands on the rail.

In one swift motion, he launches himself over the side, grimacing when he feels the edge of his tail fin smack Eddie's cheek along the way. But Steve doesn't let himself linger and focuses on the rush of water around him as he dives below the surface. His gills flare and he breathes for the first time in a while, his hair and body familiarly weightless, and Steve fully realizes how much he fucking missed being in the ocean.

But he can't linger on that relief and joy either.

Steve shoots through the water, swimming to wear he thinks the Emergency Shriek came from, only to be tackled as he rounds the edge of the ship. He yelps, his breath knocked out of him as he goes careening, arms wrapping around his waist like he's going to disappear. It takes exactly one second for him to recognize Robin, her hair floating in front of his eyes and her claws digging into his back.

"You're okay!" she shouts as their momentum starts to falter.

Steve wraps his arms around her and holds her close, one hand on the back of her head and the other around her waist. "Where's the danger?" he asks, scanning the water around them and frowning when he sees nothing.

Robin laughs and pulls away, grinning at him with relief clear in her eyes. "There isn't any, dingus. I was trying to see if you were on that ship," she explains.

Before she can say anything else or Steve can respond, several bodies crash into him from behind. "STEVE!"

They all go careening through the water again, and Steve can't help laughing this time. He tries to hug as many of the guppies as he can, running his fingers through their hair and over their shoulders to reassure himself and them that they're together again. They don't let up, though, and Steve is getting pulled deeper and deeper as they pile on top of him, each trying to get closer as Robin wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his nape.

"Okay, okay!" Steve says, a stupidly happy grin on his face, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm not hurt."

"But you were!" Will shouts, managing to push forward long enough for Steve to see the red in his eyes from crying. "We saw your scales in the other ship."

"I healed," Steve promises, gesturing at his tail. This gets the guppies to back off long enough to inspect his tail, all seven of them circling around and inspecting for new injuries.

"What's this?" Erica asks, pointing at the new scar.

"That's the wound that healed."

"I'm so glad you're okay," El says, finishing her inspection first and grabbing Steve's hand.

"Yeah, now we can wreck that ship!" Max says, her eyes lighting up with a vicious glee as she looks at the Corroded Coffin in the distance.

Steve blinks. "Wait, what?"

"This has been healed for a while, Steve," Max explains, gesturing to his tail, "So, they must have been keeping you captive, right? Let's sink them."

"I bet they've got some great treasure on there," Dustin says, lingering closer to Steve's shoulder even as he looks at the ship, studying it with the same face he studies squids he wants to try trapping.

And, yeah, Dustin would be right. There is some great treasure in the Corroded Coffin. Steve's treasure. Eddie. "We are not sinking the ship," he says, his voice firm. It's his official Caretaker Voice, and it makes all the guppies stiffen slightly as they look at him. "The...humans there saved me."

A few seconds pass, and then Robin behind him gasps. "You fell in love!" she shouts, using Steve's shoulders to brace herself as she pushes up and leans over his head. "With a human!"

"Wh-how could you tell?!" Steve asks, looking up at her as the guppies start clamoring for his attention as well.

"Was it the captain?" Will asks, eyes a little brighter but also warier.

"Is he ugly?" Mike asks, his tone implying that he already believes the answer to be yes.

"Dude, how could you fall for a human?!" Dustin shouts, his nose wrinkled up in slight disgust.

"Have you been courting a human the whole time we've been looking for you?" Erica asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah! How long have you been healed, then?" Max adds, moving next to Erica and glaring at Steve.

"Wait, so we're not sinking the ship?" Lucas asks, failing to cover his disappointment as he gazes at the ship longingly.

"Congratulations, Steve. I'm sure he's very nice," El says, smiling at him, and Steve almost cries at her simple and accepting response.

"I want to meet him," Robin says.

And her words get the rest of the guppies to quiet down. They all share a few looks and then nod at Steve in sync. "Yeah, we need to meet him," Dustin says, apparently the spokesperson for the group.

Steve blinks, looking at the guppies and Robin. He wanted Eddie to meet his guppies and Robin, of course, but he's a little worried about what they'll do to Eddie. "Only if you promise not to drown him," he says, shooting each of them a hard look.

"I'm insulted you think we would," Robin says, scoffing as she swims to the guppies, facing Steve. "Now, go get your soft and very drownable human down here."

Steve rolls his eyes and motions for the guppies and Robin to follow as he swims toward the surface. He doesn't plan to let them out of his sight, and he knows the feeling is mutual.

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Exactly twenty minutes and 13 seconds have passed since Steve threw himself over the rail of the ship, and Eddie hasn't moved. He knows his crew is a little concerned, especially when they notice the red cut across his cheek, but he waves them off when they try to pull him away from the railing to focus on something else.

He just can't risk Steve surfacing and not seeing him.

And his paranoia feels validated when Steve does surface and immediately smiles brightly at him, looking somewhere between relieved and ecstatic. "Eddie!" Steve shouts, waving like he doesn't always have Eddie's undivided attention, "Jump in!"

Here's the thing. When a gorgeous merman that Eddie has spent a bunch of time courting (and then kissing) tells him to jump into the ocean, Eddie is going to jump into the fucking ocean. "Just a second," he shouts back.

He kicks off his shoes, waves off Asher and Jeff when they try to convince him to not jump off the ship, and then launches himself over the railing. For a brief moment, Eddie feels weightless, and then he hits the water. His legs sting a little where they broke the surface, the cut on his cheek practically screams in protest, and a cascade of bubbles block his vision just as much as the salt that stings his eyes and makes everything blurry.

The blurriness does nothing to keep him from recognizing Steve when he swims closer, though. Steve is still grinning at him, and Eddie's grin in return falters slightly when he tries to kick to the surface and Steve stops him. Before Eddie can try to signal that he cannot, in fact, breathe underwater, Steve kisses him.

As they kiss, Steve's tongue pushes against Eddie's lips, carefully prying them open. Eddie leans closer to Steve, figuring he doesn't mind dying like this, and falters when he feels a bubble of air roll down his tongue and lodge in his throat. Steve pulls away, and Eddie inhales on reflex. The bubble in his throat gets a tiny bit smaller, and Eddie doesn't get any water in his lungs.

"Tug my arm when the bubble gets too small. You won't be able to talk underwater, but you won't drown." And then he notices the cut on Eddie's face. His smile drops some, and he leans forward, gently tracing his finger along the wound. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Steve says, his voice echoing and surrounding Eddie in the water.

Eddie shakes his head, waving his hand dismissively. It's at this point that he notices some blurry shapes a distance away, but he doesn't pay them too much mind. He focuses back on Steve and takes his hand, squeezing reassuringly before kissing his palm.

"It doesn't hurt, right?" Steve asks, his voice a little softer and slightly muffled but still one of the most beautiful things Eddie has ever heard.

Eddie shakes his head again and wraps his free hand around Steve's waist, pulling him closer. This is much easier to do in the water. He kisses Steve again, tasting salt more than anything else, and Steve takes the chance to replenish the air bubble despite its minimal use so far.

When he pulls away, he looks more relaxed. "Promise you'll let me know if you need more air?" he asks, his tone insistent and firm. Steve waits for Eddie to nod before grinning. "Great, because my guppies and Robin want to meet you. And, uh, they're really disappointed about not getting to sink your ship, but don't hold that against them."

Eddie blinks, suddenly wondering if maybe he shouldn't have jumped into the ocean at Steve's beck and call. But then he notices the way Steve moves so naturally in the water, how his hair floats and moves around him, how bubbles rise from his gills as he speaks, and Eddie knows he'd jump without thought all over again.

So, yeah, he guesses it's time to meet some guppies and Robin.

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And, if you've made it this far, here's a little meme for your entertainment

#steddie #steddie fic #high seas steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #merman steve harrington #pirate eddie munson #robin buckley #the party #mermaid/pirate au #stranger things fic

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yandere-kokeshi · 3 months

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dad ghost and ucle soap doing something for me so what if their adopted (read :kidnapped) kid secretly a mermaid?

— Yandere Dad! Ghost and Uncle! Soap with a mermaid kiddo

Warnings: yandere behavior, fantasy AU, and all Platonic!

A/N: This was fun to write! Enjoy!

It’s hard to keep this secret, no? Being a whole different species and forced to hide your ‘real-self’ is a pain, and once these two find out, they’re flabbergasted; looking at each other with wide eyes. And once, in their lives, they have no idea what to do. A good ‘welp…’ coming out of Johnny as Dad! Ghost stands there, unsure what to do or how to properly respond to the situation.

Despite their surprised state, they quickly adapt — equally getting fascinated, and wondering how the hell you’ve hidden this for so long, without anybody knowing.

Within a span of a couple of days, they educate themselves on you and your sea life. Buying books, reading internet articles, and sharing their own questions with you. They even go in depth about what your diet is, how your body works, if there’s any more mermaids like you, or if you eat fish. Of course, Uncle! Soap asks if you’re a siren, there are a lot of common traits in both of them, and honestly asks if you can sing.

Despite your obvious need for water for survival, they both understand the phrase, “clean water”, and they both work on getting an enormous pool built just for you. Even if the cabin of a house is built deep in the mountains, you have a large pathway to a lake that they own; a sum of water that’s clean, and deep enough to discover minerals and kelp.

They enjoy watching you swim, smiling at your happy state, and whilst Dad! Ghost won’t join you in the water, rather watching from afar as he reads on files or such. But as for, Uncle! Soap, he will literally cannonball himself into the water.

Opposed to your lovely uncle, he’s quite touchy and loves to touch your tail. Of course, he won’t touch it if he sees you annoyed, or if you say no. But, when he gets the chance, he likes to admire the different shapes, scales, colors, and weight of your fins.

As for Dad! Ghost, he’s oddly attentive to you. Whilst you know your body better than anybody else, he still tries to care for you. He goes out of his way to buy you special cream to keep your tail moisturized, ensure you’re hydrated enough, and keeping your gills healthy; looking for any tears or wounds of any kind.

Uncle! Soap can be a menace with his teasing, and when you’re being snarky or breaking a few rules, he’ll joke that he’ll make sushi outta your tail. Of course, Ghost hits him in the back of the head. But he wouldn’t do that… would he?

They both work together — very hardly — to ensure the government doesn’t find out about you. They know what it’s capable of, people kidnapping you and poking you with needles to find out more information; keeping you captive like a pet. And they’ve both promised, as your guardians, that nothing like that will ever happen whilst they’re breathing.

And because of that, they will execute any type of threats possible. If they see your friends getting suspicious, one day they randomly ‘disappear’. Any type of adults asking specific questions, or why you like the water so much, are found dead on the news.

They both understand how much water means to you, which at times, Uncle! Soap sometimes suggests moving, and building a house near the salty sea; a place where you’re visibly comfortable and feel like you belong. He might even recommend taking a few trips back to Scotland a few times a year, letting you swim in the large lakes.

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divine-misfortune · 3 months

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thoughts on rain ghoul first orgasm perhaps??

Reminder for the folks at home I only ever rlly write Rain as Trans masc unless specified otherwise so clit/cunt/etc used for his junk here

Anyways thanks @belle--ofthebrawl for driving me insane about first times grrrrr

I think Rain's first ever orgasm is on his own, alone in a tub drinking in the warm steam and faint smell of mint. Sunk low, near submerged, it's a little awkward considering his lanky limbs and how unfortunately small this damn tub is. He has to scooch himself down low to be able to dunk his head under, and when he fumbles using a foot to turn the tap back on to warm the bath up the water pours directly onto his cunt.

Rain chokes and jolts away from the sensation, forcing his head back out of the water as he stares wide eyed and surprised at the running faucet, then down at the space between his legs. His dusky pink clit barely peeking out from between his folds and he feels it twitch, a pleasant tingling starting in the pit of his gut. Internal heat that rivaled the water around him, he breathes shakily. The warmth in his belly isn't new, he was familiar with it - been a common feeling since he started those hormones but he'd always just kind of endured it without solution.

Oh he's a curious creature, really. Rain sinks back into the water, reluctantly wriggling his hips till he's back under the running faucet. It's a lot but not enough, he reaches down and spreads himself, lets it rush over his clit and his moans come out high and breathy. He watches it, watches how pink and fat his clit gets and maybe even rubs at it a little with the tip of a finger, his body clenches around nothing and he has no idea what to do about that empty feeling. He's honestly too enraptured toying with his clit to consider what else he could do.

One hand spreading his folds, the other fisted into his hair as he unravels. He's a pretty little sight; gills fluttering, skin flushed a vivid lilac, mouth hung open as he pants, eyes screwed shut. His hips twitch up towards the faucet where the pressures is a bit more intense and he cums with a wail. Loud and unabashed. His body shakes, tail curling around the bend of his knee like a boa constrictor, muscles drawn tight from his toes to the deep knit of his brow. It hits him and it keeps hitting him and even when he sags from exhaustion, he struggles to get away from the suddenly overwhelming feeling of the water pouring over his oversensitive cunt. Rain sees stars, he thinks he might have passed out or something but at some point someone's turning the tap off and pulling the plug.

He's a little incoherent and entirely embarrassed as he's scooped up and wrapped in a towel, a low chuckle near his ear as a kiss presses to his temple.

"Did you have fun tadpole?"

#DID I GET CARRIED AWAY? YES. WILL I APOLOGIZE? NEVER. I WILL ALWAYS BE SLUTTY ABT RAIN #spicy tag #answered #void rambles #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul

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amazeingartist · 4 months

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alien vibe times (octosoap edition)

“alien soap being an apex predator species that ghost’s team finds floating in a test tube during a laboratory raid. soap’s conscious and floating around, tracking ghost’s movement in particular with large star filled blue eyes”

(slight divergence from the writing to this but shhh it’s fine)

(and full design here with all my little starting notes and scuffed as fuck photobash doodle)

here are some more notes that go into it a bit more if you’d like to read em (I basically made the species first and then was like, “ok soap your this now” lmao)

(also sorry for not posting for a bit before the global strike, hopefully this makes it up a bit)

currently calling the species “cephalopinna,” literally just combined scientific names lmao

physically they look like an octopus given seal qualities, but they don’t have as many bones as most of their body is just pure muscles. the bones they do have are dense like most aquatic life, and are there to support vital organs or provide the most simplistic skeletal structure

the planet cephalopinna live on is entirely water, with the landmass being submerged and most of the time floating along with the planets current. plantlife does exist, these landmasses varying in size and vegetation—from coral reefs and underwater forests, to sandbanks and floating debris.

cephalopinna are an incredibly intelligent and semi-social species, usually only straying away from other members of their species when a pair are incubating their young

cephalopinna are monogamous and only have one partner, at most two if the first partner dies, otherwise they can die from loneliness after being paired

cephalopinna also have up to 4 spawn but usually only one or two make it maturity. also technically have eggs that are kept tucked away under the hood of the adults neck, next to the gills so that they’re oxygenated and once born, cephalopinna will raise their young to maturity (young could be called pups, cubs, or whelps)

they are incredibly territorial and both male and female “equivalents” of cephalopinna will fight off a competitor to be paired (I say equivalents because there is no proper determination or designation of a male or female sex within the species by human standards)

courtships are dances where a pair will flash colours, gifts of food, and tests of intelligence via what could be considered puzzles (intelligence is highly regarded among cephalopinna)

the front fins have claws that can used for hunting, foraging, fighting, even potentially grooming (gently scraping off algae and parasites) and are very functional as hands as they sorta have a thumb claw

cephalopinna are incredibly large but are excellent ambush predators, laying in wait to latch on and bite while pumping prey full of venom. if the ambush fails, they will chase down the prey till they are close enough to prick them with venom to then follow behind from a safe distance as the prey succumbs to their incredibly potent paralytic toxin

their teeth can crush through bone, nothing of the prey is ever left afterwards

they have a long life expectancy

the connective tissue between their primary tentacles stretch to cover body, while swimming cephalopinna will cover themselves to be more hydrodynamic. they also often do this when sleeping out in the open to protect themselves.

cephalpinna grind their back teeth, like deer, which reverberates through the water, add it with their aptitude for colours, this form of communication has multiple meanings

they have an incredibly advanced camouflage ability, which helps soap in particular in this au appear human. for whatever evolutionary purpose, they have the ability to breathe earth’s—and a few other planets—atmosphere, however they do need to be kept appropriately hydrated it would seem

#soapghost #ghostsoap #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #alien!soap #personal alien species lore dump too lmao

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allbark-no-bite · 5 months

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mr. iceman, sir

icemav (wc: 1.5k)

summary: they called him Iceman for a couple of reasons. Jake is sweating under his stare. a snippet of Jake asking Ice to marry Bradley

warnings: none, mostly just fluff

author’s note: based off of the song ‘Sir’ by Cooper Alan. the first time i heard this song, all i could think of was Jake asking Ice to marry Bradley. thus this was born.

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They called him Iceman for a couple of reasons.

Ice cold.

A lot of it had to do with his eyes. Thomas Kazansky had a stare that could freeze hell over. They were pale blue—unnervingly so—and bone chilling. It was as if their chill could seep right into you, get under your skin, turn your blood cold and make you a bit sick to your stomach before you even knew what was wrong with you. One glance was enough to bring a grown man to his knees.

No mistakes.

He had nerves of steel. Nothing surprised him and not much got past him. He was cool and careful and calculated in all scenarios. He'd come face to face with a MiG and not break a sweat. Swing and he wouldn't flinch. He didn't take risks because he didn't need to. He just knew.

Even as a near retired admiral and many years past the days of when he was a young pilot in his prime, Tom liked to think that he still lived up to the name. Even if that meant making Jake Seresin squirm in his seat a little bit.

The blonde aviator is looking a bit green around the gills if Ice must say so, nervously tugging at the too tight collar of his white polo shirt and glancing over at any and all possible exits of the restaurant when their conversation temporarily dulls down.

If his husband were here, he would have probably placed a gentle hand on Ice's knee and told him to go easy on the kid. But Maverick is not here. It had been Ice that Jake had nervously approached and shakily asked out to dinner, his voice so tight Ice thought it was going to crack. At first Ice had been unsure of why Jake had chosen him over Maverick. Maverick was obviously the easier choice. It wouldn't have taken much to win him over, maybe a case of beer and a bit of groveling, but certainly not a high-end steak house. But the more Ice thought about it, the more he appreciated the effort. Maybe the kid was smarter than Ice gave him credit for.

Now they're sitting across from each other at the restaurant, Ice picking at small pieces of his steak and pretending not to notice the young lieutenant's discomfort. Jake had picked out the place himself, a five star wine and steak house that neither of them had ever been to. Even Ice, who had a penchant for treating his husband to lavish dinners simply because he could, had to admit the place was a bit over the top.

Ice had shot an inquisitive, almost accusatory glance over at Jake when the server offered him an Old Fashioned without any prompting. Playing innocent, the twenty-six year old had simply conjured up a look of pure surprise, as if he hadn't been aware that it was the admiral's drink of choice, and then ordered one himself.

Ice is on to him, but he can't honestly say he's mad about it.

Jake: I Ice: 0

Because he doesn't like being played, Ice orders one of the pricier steaks on the menu. Jake winces a little at the price. Much to Ice's amusement, Jake swallows back a bit of dismay and follows suit, asking for brussel sprouts as side instead of green beans. Jake has never touched a brussel sprout in his life.

Jake: I Ice: I

They make small talk about work, Ice doing more of the talking than Jake. He doesn't mind, more than used to making the best of work meetings that he doesn't want to be apart of. Jake keeps most of their conversation centered around Ice, asking about his job, which Ice is more than happy to talk about. With retirement closing in, he's gotten more questions about buying a vacation home than anything Navy related.

Jake pushes around the brussel sprouts on his plate, at least making an effort to make it seem as though he's eaten anything in the twenty minutes since they've gotten their food.

Finally, Ice watches as Jake seemingly builds up some courage, swallows back what's left of the whiskey cocktail in his glass, and then sets it back down on the table.

"Sir, I'm sure you know why I asked you here."

If Jake was hoping that he would get off easy by vaguely hinting at where he was heading with all of this, Ice would give up the oblivious act that he'd been putting on all evening, he's sorely mistaken. Ice stares at him cooly, raising an unimpressed brow.

If Jake could disintegrate into his seat, he would, but somehow he finds the courage to continue.

"I know that Bradley and I have had our moments. We've fought with each other a hell of a lot, but we've also fought to be together, and I think that says more about how much we love each other than anything," Jake says, sounding determined. Ice doesn't stop him so he continues.

"That year we spent apart after we broke up, that was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life," he admits. "I didn't think I was going to survive it, being apart from him."

Ice knows. He knows because he orchestrated it. The truth is, after the Uranium mission, Bradley screwed up. Ice still isn't quite sure of the details. He doesn't know what or when or who or how or why, but Bradley screwed up and broke things off with Jake a few weeks after the mission. After that, the worst thing for everyone would have been for them to stay stationed in the same place. So Ice sent them both halfway across the country. It killed him to send Bradley away, especially after he and Maverick had only just gotten him back, but it would have looked bad had only Jake been sent away.

"And so I've never been more sure of anything in my life when I say I want to marry him." Jake swallows. "That is, if you'll let me, sir."

Silently, Ice waits a heartbeat. Then another. He stares at Jake, his fixed expression neither surprised nor relieved. He thumbs fondly at the gold ring on his own finger under the table, the one Maverick put there nearly twenty years ago. With his other hand, he supports his chin, index finger tapping periodically against his temple.

"You know," Ice finally begins, removing his hand and sitting up straighter. "That no matter how many laws they repeal, what the government say is legal and what's not, it's still going to be hard. In this line of work, people are going to look at you different. They're going to talk to you and talk about you different. This kind of thing, it could very well change the entire trajectory of your career."

For just a second, Jake's green eyes dart away, suddenly interested in a spot on the wall. Ice watches as his throat works and his jaw clenches, but eventually Jake nods, his green eyes coming back to meet Ice's. "I understand that, sir. I think he's worth it."

"I'm not trying to discourage you son. But I've been in this business along time. So has Captain Mitchell. It's no secret that my husband gave up a lot of things when we went public with our relationship. Of course we were later on in our lives than you are, and so I had the time to establish who I was before we got married. Meanwhile, Maverick was doing god knows what," he adds, trying and failing not to picture the many many reports that came across his desk of all of Maverick's escapades during that time.

That's besides the point at the moment. What he's trying to say is that he wouldn't blame Jake for being a little selfish. Ice knows Bradley. As great of a pilot as he is, that's all he's ever going to be, because he's okay with just being great. He's a lot like Maverick in that way. He'll stop applying for promotions in a few years, spend less and less time in they sky and more with his feet on the ground. He wants to settle down in San Diego sooner than later, raise a family close by to Maverick and Ice.

Ice also knows Jake. Jake, he's a lot like Ice. What's good is not great and great isn't good enough. Jake is ravenous. Ice sees it in the way he flies, the way he acts, the way he talks. If given the choice, he'd never settle. The kid would soar through the ranks if given the opportunity. But also like Ice, he'd give up just about anything for the person that he loves.

Jake has gone quiet from across the table, having gotten the sense of where Ice was heading with this.

Ice clears his throat. "But I'm not going to tell you no, Seresin. Such a thing would be hypocritical of me being that I am a happily married man. That and my husband and I are quite fond of you. We'd be happy to have you in the family."

Even though Jake is trying to conceal his bleary eyes and is making an effort not to smile too hard, his relief is apparent in the way his tense shoulders finally let up. Ice presses his lips together to suppress his own smile.

"I promise I won't let you down, sir."

#top gun maverick #topgun maverick #top gun fic #hangman top gun #jake seresin #jake hangman fic #jake hangman seresin #sereshaw #maverick x iceman #icemav #old man iceman #tom iceman kazansky #top gun iceman #hangster #jake seresin x bradley bradshaw

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eepyghost · 8 months

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yeah anyway chip mentions something gillion does a lot and it takes gillion a moment to fully realize what he said. chip brings up how gillion sticks his tongue out a bit when he's focused on something really intensely, how his hair floats as if he were always underwater, the way he taps on the hilt of his sword when he's anxious. and gillion is suddenly losing his mind because his entire life he's been percieved as nothing but the champion of the undersea. the hero. the chosen one. suddenly, chip is seeing him as just gill, and it's like chip is giving him back his humanity. like he's silently whispering, you are more than the weapon they forged. you're my friend, that's enough.

#it's midnight rn don't talk to me about this making sense #jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #gillion tidestrider #chip jrwi #fish n chips #jrwi gillion #just roll with it riptide

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blorb-el · 2 years

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actually though. various (sfw) kryptonian biology headcanons that skirt right up to human-passing

- higher base body temperature

- pupils that aren’t black but instead shaded slightly in the color of the iris. all kryptonians have unnaturally vivid eyes but it’s hard to tell exactly why unless you’re literally gazing into them

- tapetum lucidum (reflective eyes like animals) a bit harder to get away with, but are extremely funny because clark often does the maneuver where he’ll stand in front of a car to stop it, and this would make seeing him like seeing a deer but 10000000% worse

- they are actually bioluminescent it’s just that under normal circumstances it’s in the ultraviolet and we can’t see it. clark goes off to a blue sun mission and comes back looking halfway to electric blue superman. glowing stripes and freckles

- non-newtonian dynamic to their skin/flesh where it gets harder with more force applied; nothing unusual to the feeling of a normal handshake, but a punch thrown with force will break bone

- retractable fangs au because bonus teef are fun

- i swear some comic somewhere said something about nose gills

- solar lymphatic system primarily distributed along the spine. the entire spine lighting up with heat vision...

- they can collapse/skrunkle their spine a few inches; helpful with secret identity, but it restricts range of motion so it has the side benefit of making them a little clumsier

- blood tinged gold with stored solar energy

- just enough extra twist in their neck to enter uncanny valley territory - not quite looking straight behind but enough to be creepy as hell. kara would do this all the time

- golden age face squooshing. i do not think this should come back but it was actual canon for a while that they could just contort their faces. again creepy as fuck

#kryptonians are aliens #the supergirl people have gigabrains about this i salute you kara stans #this has been simmering in the brain soup for a while but smtl provoked me

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koreads · 8 months

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MERMAID! READER X HAZEL CALLAHAN

so, instead of doing all the college stuff i have to do i decided to watch a movie called"the lure", pretty weird movie btw. please enjoy :))

Hazel just wanted to have a peaceful day at the beach with her friends, instead she got into a fist fight with a fisherman.

song: see you again.

It was hot, very hot because it was summer after all and Isabel though it was a good idea to impose "hot girl summer" into everyone in their club. Josie decided she had to join because no way in hell she would let her beautiful girlfriend walk around in bikinis without her being close, PJ pretty much went anywhere to see girls in bikinis and Hazel, well, Hazel genuinely wanted to spend a good time with her friends and enjoy the ocean.

Eventually everyone decided to join, and it was great.

All of them were having a good time, that is, until Sylvie hit Hazel hard with the volleyball, almost knocking out some teeths and hurting her nose pretty bad.

—I will just buy some ice. —Hazel said with a soft smile, trying to not worry her friends.

She had no idea were to find ice, so she opted for walking around instead. The scenery was nice and calm, the waves sounds making her sleepy, the soft wind bringing the salty smell of the ocean. Everything seemed to be just fine, until she heard some screams.

—Oh, fuck you Mr. Man! —a girl said, Hazel didn't see much. Just a girl getting grabbed at by an older, and obviously, drunk man. It was enough to her to move in their direction.

—I would make a great money with you. —the man said. From far, the girl seemed to be out on his boat against her will, he was on top of her, grabbing her wrists. —Can't believe you're real!

—Uhm... Hi! —Hazel screamed, capturing their attention —Sir, can you let the girl go? She really doesn't look like she want to be there!

—Yeah! I kinda don't want to. —the girl said, her hands moving to slap the man in the head, making him grab her wrists more forcefully. The girl whimpered.

Hazel may not be the quickest or the strongest person in the world, but she did got up in the boat and punched the old man with such a strength. Honestly, it surprised herself.

The man went to hit her, only to Hazel avoid completely the punch, after all, she was smaller than him but definitely wasn't half drunk as he was. It was easy to knocked off the man, after that her first instinct was to turn for the girl.

—Are you.... Oh my God! What are you? —Hazel screamed.

The upper part of the girl body was something mundane, nothing special, her lower body though. There was a long tail instead of legs, long and shiny and green tail.

—I have no idea how you people call my people. We just call ourselves Atlantis. —the girl was moving, pretty slowly around the boat, using her arms and hands to crawl around the place. —Can you help me? —she turned to Hazel. Who was honestly to shocked to do anything other than watch the beautiful creature before her.

—Help you?

—I need to go back in the water. I'm outside for to long and I feel like dehydration is coming for me. —Hazel came close, the girl was the prettiest thing she ever seen. Looking closer she had gills around her neck and hypnotizing eyes.

—I can take you. —Hazel said, noticing she was getting too close, the girl turned to look to other side, a blush painting her cheeks —You put your around my neck, like this... —Hazel for some reason started whispering, while helping the girl wrapped her arms around her. —I will help you up like t...

—The tail is too heavy for you! —the girl said, getting pretty much ignored by Hazel, who raised her very easily —Oh, you're strong. —the girl said, touching Hazel arms.

Getting off the boat was hard, because she had to hold the girl, walking around the knocked out fisherman, and walk into the rocks. Only then, putting the girl in the water.

Once she connected with the water, the girl swimmed down, only to swim back up and sit in one of the rocks, asking Hazel to move closer.

—I'm Y/N. —she said, running her fingers through her hair.

—Hazel. —she answered, a little nervous about being around a thing, no, a Atlantis so pretty.

—Thank you, Hazel. —Y/N said her tail was in water, seemingly to shine —That asshole was gonna to take me to... Honestly, I don't know where.

—Yeah, it looked like he was kidnapping you...

—Kidnapping... I have no idea what it is. —Y/N giggled —You're pretty. —she said. Hazel felt a blush going through her whole body but, Y/N seemed to not notice. —Are you the standard for females in you species?

—I... uh... no? I don't even think I'm the best example of my species. —Hazel laughed in an awkward way. She definitely didn't feel like the best example of her species, probably all of her friends were better examples. Also, Cate Blanchett was a female of her specie, how could she be the standard when that woman existed?

They kept quiet for a while, till suddenly Hazel heard her friends screaming. Searching for her, at that moment, she knew it was time to say goodbye to Y/N.

—Nonsense! —Y/N said, spilling water into Hazel with her tail —You're the prettiest human I've seen so far.

Y/N had seen many humans in her life, males and females. She never got too close because to any of them because her mom always told that humans would kill or sell her around once they got the chance. Which wasn't a lie, considering that the fisherman would probably do that.

But not Hazel. Hazel helped her when she needed and took her to the comfort of the ocean again.

—I have to go. My friends are searching for... Oh!—Y/N kissed her cheeks, dipping in the water right after, a large smile in her pretty face

—Bye, Hazel! Hope to see you again! —and then she disappeared, leaving Hazel there with the silliest smile in her face, heart growing in her chest and mind wandering if she would ever see the atlantis again.

#bottoms (2023)#hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader

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