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bettyfrommars · 9 months

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I need to know what you think about finding a dark siren Eddie Munson. Maybe he got hurt and washed up on the shore? You’re immediately his mate and he loves you very much even though he’s never been near a human. Very much I hate everyone but you vibes for our bloodthirsty friend.

Boyfriend From the Deep

darkSiren!Eddie x Reader

darkSiren!Eddie art here and here

18+ONLY, smut, some monsterfuqqing, mention of gore, mention of throwing up, visit from Murray & Hopper, mention of reader's life not going well, AFAB Reader, love at first sight, soulmates, merman!Eddie. wc: 3k

A/N: Another request I was really excited to sink my teeth into. My hope is to continue this eventually, taking inspiration from the 1984 film Splash. Looking forward to what y'all think of darkSiren!Eddie, thank you for indulging me.

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Eddie choked and coughed as the wave crashed over him, forcing his eyes open with a gargled gasp. He was pinned up against a rocky ledge, half of his body on the sand and the other half in the frigid water. All of a sudden, he felt sick, and began retching clear bile into the sea. He didn’t like breathing the air, he wasn’t used to it, and it caught in his throat like a feather–tickling—until he coughed and retched again. The gills on the sides of his neck sputtered, flapping open like vents, drying out, trying to conform to the new way of breathing.

It was then that he became aware of the dull ache at the back of his head, and with trembling fingers, he reached back to test the spot with a cringe and a hiss. He checked to find that his fingertips were bloody; he must’ve knocked his head on one of the sharp rocks during the transformation. How badly was he wounded? Would be a shame to survive the journey to human form only to die on the beach and rot like a bloated fish.

He braced his hand, fingers digging into the sand, and flicked his hips to swish his tail to get him unstuck, but then two legs kicked out from his hips, stuck in a fisherman’s net, and it startled him, making him slam his head into the rock again. He winced, eyes squeezing shut, whimpering a bit at the sting of the impact as the saltwater splashed up to his knees and misted his face.

This was Eddie’s first time back to land in over a decade. Mostly because he loathed humans. He loved to lure them to their deaths, he loved to watch from under the water as their ships sank so that he could feed on their fear, curling the sound waves of their screams into his belly like sweet nectar.

He twisted, trying to be free of the rough ropes that cut into his skin, but he was weak, and he wasn’t sure how much blood he’d lost. He was stuck there now, for 7 days and 7 nights, and he thought maybe he’d just find a way to stay hidden…

….until he saw you.

It was rare for you to be up at the crack of dawn, unless it was due to the fact that you hadn’t slept at all, which was a regular occurrence. Long, restful sleeps that lasted hours were just a myth to you, ever since you’d watched your life go down the toilet. A breakup, a death in the family, getting fired from your job; all of it happened all at once, and you were still reeling, teetering at the edge of the abyss.

You were all alone in the world, but for your dog, Louie, and the modest cottage you were renting for a week off the Oregon coast. The beach house was tucked back in the woods, and it didn’t even have a TV, so flipping it on to watch the early morning broadcast or some cartoons to relax your brain was not an option. The radio would have to do, and the first song that came on when you flipped the dial was Brandy by Looking Glass. You hummed along to it as you plucked Louie’s leash off the sofa and attached it to his collar. He was a medium, handsome, mixed-breed boy that you’d rescued from the side of the road as a puppy. Part corgi, part border collie, part…dalmatian? You weren’t entirely sure.

“He came on a summer's day

Bringin' gifts from far away

But he made it clear he couldn't stay

No harbor was his home

The sailor said, ‘Brandy, you're a fine girl

What a good wife you would be

But my life, my love, and my lady is the sea”

It was exceptionally chilly for an August morning, making you bundle in a hoodie and boots for the trek out to the beach. Louie was practically foaming at the mouth to get out there for his run, and since your area of the beach was fairly secluded at that time of morning, you unhooked his leash where the dirt path met with the sand, and he bolted into the fog toward the ocean like a shot. There was a wet mist lingering in the air, like salty, seaweed-scented kisses that made you squint against the bright gray hues turning blue with the rise of the sun. A few seagulls squawked and swooshed overhead, diving down to perch on a large piece of driftwood, and you waved to them, as if they’d showed up just to say hello to you.

You faced the vast expanse of ocean and crashing waves with a mix of awe and defiance, challenging it silently with a lift of your chin. Your reverie was rudely interrupted by Louie’s alarm bark, somewhere deep in the mist.

You followed the sound, walking blind until you caught sight of the jutting rocks at the base of a cliff, and the shrill of Louie’s distress signal was getting further away. Your feet picked up speed, stumbling for purchase in the soft, wet ground as you called for him, a bit of panic stroking your heart. Why did it feel like you were about to start crying? An avalanche of unfelt emotions gathered in your throat as you called for your loyal companion.

But there he was, finally, sitting facing the rocks, tail wagging side to side, making a fan-shape in the sand, basically ignoring you as you collapsed to one knee, cursing, clutching your chest.

You mumbled a whole conversation to him as you snapped the leash back in place and got to your feet. You tried to guide him in the other direction, but Louie was transfixed on something a few yards ahead, and it took your eyes a moment to adjust—but then you saw it. A hand, slightly webbed between the fingers, appeared from around the black rock, digging into the sand, and then another hand gripped the tan earth further along, as if someone were trying to pull themself along by their arm strength alone. The wrists were covered in jewelry that looked like they were made of shell and bone; the forearms tattooed in dotted, swirling black ink patterns.

You were too stunned to scream, mouth hanging agape. You urged Louie back to shield him with your legs. You saw the long, dark hair next, pooling over bare, tattooed shoulders; it was messy and unkempt, littered in bits of fauna and a few empty clam shells, one side matted with blood.

Before your brain could throw the alarm that this might be dangerous, you were already speaking. “A-are you alright? Do you need me to get help?”

That was when his head snapped up, and wide, all-white eyes regarded you with malice, lips curling back to expose a mouth full of pointed teeth. He growled at you, and Louie growled back, but then, after a second, the monster's face softened. The milk white eyes behind tendrils of hair shifted to brown, human irises, and he cocked his head a few times at you, as if trying to understand what you had just said.

You should have fainted.

You should have turned and run screaming in the other direction.

But, for some reason, neither one of those even occurred to you.

You came around to get a better look at him, down along where the water lapped at your boots, and took in the rest of his body; he was tangled up in a crude net from the waist down. He wore a necklace that appeared to be made of intricate fish bones and coral, and shark tooth earring dangled from his ear. The tattoo patterns ran all along his chest, stomach, and legs. You released Louie’s leash, and he sat right where he was told, while you crouched down to meet Eddie’s curious gaze that never strayed from you.

“Will you let me help you?” You asked.

Eddie was in love.

He never believed the stories he’d been told about the imprinting and immediate bonding that happened when you met your mate. He wasn’t just any Merman, he was a Siren, and as a soldier of the dark forces of the sea, he figured he didn’t have time for frivolous things like romance.

But this took no time at all.

You were meant to be his, and he didn’t care who he had to kill to keep you.

He studied your face as you worked to free the wet knot of seaweed tangles on the net, freeing his thighs from the heavyweight, gasping and averting your eyes at the way your touch made his cock twitch and swell. You helped him to sit up, noticing what appeared to be gills on his throat and sides along his ribs. His flesh was similar to that of a human, but also not. It had a thick, rippled texture, like the belly of a snake, and it seemed to glow with a soft blue fluorescence. His muscles were tight and lean, and he didn’t even bother to shiver as a cold wind made your teeth chatter.

You told him your name as another seagull cawed overhead, and asked what you should call him.

His eyebrows clenched together, tilting his head a few times, watching your mouth as you spoke.

“Do you speak English?” You asked it in a cringe way, with a loud voice, as if a higher volume could break any language barrier.

He brought his webbed hand up to touch your face, and you jerked away at first, but then you let his scaled knuckles graze your cheek, the legs of your jeans soaking wet now as you knelt there with what could only be described as a figment of your imagination.

He spoke a word in foreign language, his voice a deep whisper. You remembered how solid white his eyes had been before when he thought you were a threat, but now they were honey brown, almost cat-like in nature as they softly adored you.

“I-I don’t understand,” you breathed, unable to comprehend the time it took for his mouth to find yours, to plant wholesome kisses, to taste you.

You might’ve been in love with him at that moment too, but your jaded heart refused to let yourself believe it.

You did, however, feel the arousal blossom at your core as his tongue fluttered against yours, whimpering with a little click in his throat like a sea lion at the way you returned his kiss.

The urge to mate you, to officially make you his, was too strong for Eddie to take into regard any of the formalities of courtship. Once your hand found his generous girth and began to stroke, encouragingly, that was all it took.

You skittered backwards up onto the semi-dry sand, unzipping your jeans and pushing them down to your ankles as you went, and Eddie followed, bracing himself on top so he wouldn’t crush you, desperate to find your mouth again. His powerful hips bucked against you, and you held him by the neck, begging for more while he spoke to you in that foreign tongue, staring into your eyes, willing you to understand him.

Wanting you to know that no one would ever love you as much as he did; that he would be your one and only mate until the darkness took you both.

The position felt awkward, but there was no time to take your boots off as your hole clenched the air, desperate to be filled. You spun around to get on your hands and knees, and Eddie buried his cock balls deep in your wet heat with one swish of his muscular thighs, throwing his head back in a bark of triumph.

You pushed back against him, needing him to move, to stretch you and own you with each push, your fingers clawing into the sand as you whined.

Nearby, Louie cocked his head and tried to lift one floppy ear, but then he turned his face to the sea, trying to give you some privacy.

You’d never been fucked by someone as strong as this sea monster, and your whole body jerked and vibrated under the impact of his deep thrusts. “Yesyesyes…oh fuck!”

It wasn’t long before Eddie clapped his pelvis flush to your ass and spilled inside of you, chanting foreign words, tilting his head to the sky, worshiping you with his offering. He stayed locked there for a while, working his seed deeper with every stroke. When he was done, he flipped you over with a feral urgency that sent sand into your eyes and nose, but you didn’t care, because now his mouth was on you.

Your fingers sank into his matted hair, and that was when you felt the viscous patch and remembered he was bleeding. His big, strong legs were a bit wobbly, and the thought occurred to you, for whatever reason, that he wasn’t accustomed to using them.

But then Louie was barking in the other direction, and you both turned your attention to see a figure appearing from out of the mist. A middle-aged man in a pageboy cap and a trench coat; he was already too close before you knew he was there, and he dropped the walking stick in his hand, his face frozen in shock and terror.

Eddie smelled the foul human approaching and the familiar bloodlust roared in his veins. The fin on Eddie’s back bristled as he rose to a crouch with a ferocious growl. You shuffled as far as you could against the rock, trying to pull your jeans up and cover yourself, not sure what to think of Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie bared his mouth full of sharp teeth in a sneer at the man, his eyes going completely white again. A storm seemed to hit the beach all of a sudden at Eddie’s command, dropping down a gust of wind that rocked the waves and sent the man stumbling off his feet as if the world tilted on its axis, trying to hold his hat on against the force of it. A low, rumbling wail came from somewhere deep in Eddie’s chest as you tried to shield your face from the whips of sand stabbing like tiny daggers in your flesh. Eddie appeared to be sucking the life out of the man from his distance; the human’s body lifted up in the air and bent back. You thought you heard something crack.

It was only a matter of seconds before the man crumpled to the ground, unresponsive, and then Eddie settled, and so did the air around him. After a few heartbeats, there were only the crashing waves and the birds once again, and Eddie’s head snapped to you, searching, making sure you were okay.

He held his arms out and you scrambled over, burying your head in the crook of his neck, letting him cage you, letting him have you.

Louie went over to sniff around at the man on the ground, wondering if he had any treats, and then he lifted his leg and let go of a stream of urine onto his shoe.

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Murray Bauman slammed the paper onto Hopper’s desk, forcing a gust of wind into his face and a couple of yellow sticky notes to go flying.

Murray waited, hands on his hips, the door to the office wide open behind him. Hopper took a deep inhale and flicked a few bored glances from the cover of the Seaside Review back up to Murray’s severe expression.

“Is this your way of telling me you're taking a vacation?” He guessed, shifting back in his squeaky chair.

“This,” Murray jabbed his finger in the direction of the paper. “Is what I’ve been trying to tell you about.”

In the mood to humor his old friend, Hopper bent forward, furrowing his brow, taking a closer look at the headlines.

Murray continued, pacing in front of the desk as he did so. “Merpeople don’t exist? Well then, explain that to me.”

To the right, at the top of a long column and a sketch, was the headline: Reclusive artist survives a Siren attack on the beach and lives to tell: Merfolk exist.

Hopper cleared his throat. “This is a drawing, Murray.”

Murray stopped his pacing, inclining his head, adopting a sarcastic tone. “Notice anything familiar about that likeness, Jim? Does any part of it ring a bell? The white eyes, maybe? The teeth?”

“Sure,” Hopper picked the paper up and plopped it down, further away from him. “It looks like Elvis. Call The Inquirer.”

Murray flopped in a chair facing the Chief’s desk with a huff. He’d keep talking about it even if it fell on deaf ears because he knew he was right. “The migration of the Sirens. Enki, Poseidon, Amphitrite, the legend of the skin-shedding Merfolk who can walk on land for 7 days during a blood moon. Humanoids. Cannibals of the sea—-”

“Stop,” Hopper put his hand up palm out. “Just, stop. Is any of this supposed to make any sense to me? Why are you here? What have I done to deserve this?”

Murray rested his elbows on the arms of the chair, intertwining his fingers. “The drawing should look familiar to you, Jim, because it’s just like the one I saw when I was a teenager, and three summers ago when I was on that death-trap Alaskan cruise. I told you all about it. I told you that I was—-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hopper interrupted. “But again, I’ll ask—why are you coming to me with this? You think I’m going to arrest a fish?”

Murray rounded his shoulders. "I know that Sirens exist, Jim. There’s more than enough evidence out there, and I’m going to prove it to you, if not the world.”

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thegnomelord · 2 days

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Gnome, my good man, what's your thought on a trickster spirit!reader within the cod monsterverse? Like, he can be a malicious or a purely mischievous spirit who likes to mess with things and play around. As all spirits are, he's a free one, and refuses to be tied down—relationship wise. Which would probably be for some good angst in regards to one/some of the boys pinning for an unrequited!reader. Anyways, I can just see him being an absolute menace to the other boys :3

Better yet if he's a regular fuckbuddy, but even during sex he's still running his mouth, making crude jokes or some offhand comment that makes his current buddy all "???". The only way to shut trickster!reader is to stuff his mouth with some dick or ride/fuck him so good all he can get out is a bunch of whorish moans.

Just.... thoughts on trickster spirit!reader 😞😞

ooooh yessss, trickster spirit reader like anansi that's very clever but also a fucking troll. Reader that's an absolute menace to anyone in charge, a giant pain in the skull that takes every word seriously, as Price figured out when he remarked 'It's raining cats and dogs' and trickster reader literally made it rain cats or dogs, or some general said trickster reader was driving him up the wall so he ended up stuck on the ceiling lol.

Also I absolutely love love love the idea of brat reader and brat tamer 141. Like, you're a free spirit, to try and chain you don't is about as good of an idea as making the spirit of the sea stay with the sailor who loves her, and the old heartless man of the sea can tell you how well that goes.

So the boys let you roam, they let you have your fun; Holding your gaze across the bar when you're flirting with a faceless stranger, not pushing when you shrug their hand off your shoulder to go grind dance with a person you just met, biting back and resisting following you when you disappear to the bathroom for a quick fuck. You're not oblivious of their jealousy, your kin thrive on creating these emotions in others, and quite frankly it's fun to see how far you can push them.

But oh, little trickster, they may let you do as you please, but that doesn't mean your actions don't have consequences.

MDNI

Eventually you burn away all their patience, eventually, the need to show you why it's them you always return to burns too hot and you end up pinned on the bed, or the floor, or whatever semi-flat surface is around.

This time you're pinned beneath Soap who's half shifted, big burly body bruising your hips with the strength of each bounce, sharp claws digging into your ribs to give him a good hold on you. The headboard bashes against the wall every time he fully drops down on you, the springs creaking and digging into your back.

"Fuck puppy-" You moan so loudly you're sure half the base can hear but you can't give a single fuck about it when his ass is so tight around your cock. "So good- shit, you feel- fuck, fuck, fuck- really know how to chase that bone huh- hm!-" Your mouth runs automatically, the your hands sneaking out of the handcuffs easily so you can grip his hips.

Soap is beyond words, animalistic wolf brain too preoccupied with getting your cock as deep in his ass as he can. His tail wags back and forth, wide canine tongue stuck out of his mouth as he bounces on your cock harder, thick thigs tensing to drive you deeper into his velvet soft depths.

"Oh no you don't." Gaz snickers and snatches your arms. He's much more graceful than Soap when he sits on your chest, leaning over you and pinning your hands over your head. "You didn't let us touch you, you're not touching us." He smirks, the tip of his cock laying against your lips, and you could be fooled into thinking he's a trickster too.

You grin and purposely clench your teeth, looking up at him with challenge.

Gaz clicks his tongue, keeping your arms pinned over your head with one hand. His other hand curls into your hair and tugs just as Soap clenches around you. You're in no way responsible for the whorish moan that falls from your lips, eyes closing and mouth opening.

Your eyes fly open when Gaz pushes his hips and shoves half his cock into your mouth. "There you go, got your tongue." Gaz chuckles, pushing his dick a bit deeper. Another sharp tug is all it takes for your mouth to close around his shaft, eyes hooded, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his cock. Gaz's cock muffles your moans when you get a taste of his precum as it beads down your throat, your mind melting through your cock as the two sergeants fuck all that trickster intelligence out of you.

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sugar-omi · 9 months

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Omg I love your mermaid!Cove! Can I request some more please? 🩵

surprisingly i have many ideas on mer!cove lol, i didnt think i did but this is so long!! so enjoy<3 tysm for the ask anon, im glad you liked my mer!cover hehe<33

tags : Fluff, headcanons

eta a bit on cove w sharp teeth <3

mmm... merman cove is so pretty even in human form

in human form, he has scales in a few places

down the side of his hips to the top of his thighs and a few straglers on his ankles

his scales are blue and green. they're iridescent as well, super pretty

the closer to his chest, the lighter his scales are but there's still some dark ones around his hips that are more like a navy blue

his fins are probably on the greener side as well, and im thinking more translucent too

i looked at some fanart, i think his tail would be more on the "capey" side as well

and if i can go as far as you link you to this beautiful kokomi fanart by nataliadsw on twitter: here

in fact i'd even say the fins are like in the art! very sparkly and pretty

how do we feel abt a purple to light blue gradient?

i was thinking abt his ears too n yk how some ppl draw mermaids with fins for ears or whatever?

i think his ears are long like an elf, but the tips have a blue-to-flesh gradient. maybe even

lots of pretty piercings!! has gold and pearls in his ears.

ETA BC I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT THIS

BUT COVE HAS SHARP TEETH <333

well, sharp canines anyway

kinda like this photo: here

imagine his lil sharp smile..... i love him

also don't ask me how he shifts. bc i have no idea

as far as I'm concerned he's like a fucking Dino capsule that you drop in water and inflates

LIKE A FUCKING ORBEEZ

okay that settles it, that's what we're going with LMAO

oh my god

before i forget.. mer cove is Big

know how i said orc!derek was like 7 foot?

cove is like 7 foot 2 or some shit

idk, but derek has competition!!

i don't think that's the normal height for mer-people either. well. not mermaids anyway. orcas and whales? for sure

he has claws as well!! he tries to keep them short bc he's clumsy but he has em

ykw i didn't considered webbed hands.... is that an idea?

...nah. i think his tail makes up for it since i imagine cove is missing some key mermaid qualities due to being part human

in his human form he has the claws as well

back to the big, 7 foot thing!!!

cove has big hands as well, of course in his mer form but also in his human form

even in his human form he's still over 6'5

lots of piercings in his ears. has studs in his ear lobes and has a chain connecting his helix and his stud on one of his ears

a chain of pearls on his wrist!!!!

oh. my. god.

waist chains.

of course he doesn't wear these nice shiny all at once lol, he's not into being blinged out like that, but wears any jewelry he's gifted all the time <33

wears waist chain's mostly when he's in human form, since he doesn't have any fins getting caught or evil pirates to worry about

!!! i almost forgot

he brings you many many gifts

he's like a puppy this way

you have jars of shells and sand, some sand different colors from certain beaches he's visited.

cove even brought you your own string of pearls, and you have mini towers of different colored sea glass

so many gifts that you have a whole book case for them and even then some things spill into other areas of the house

whether or not you met cove at a young age, i think you start to understand what all his different chirps and sounds mean

like a few quick chirps are a sign of happiness

i even imagine he purrs like a cat so he'll put your hand to his heart and let you feel the rumble of his chest

or he'll nuzzle your cheek and you can hear it in your ear <33

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc

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omen-of-ice · 4 months

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Care to share some facts about the ROs?

Daeron:

Has an aviary filled with song birds from various parts of Arlatha— one of his favorite ways to pass the time is walking through it, simply listening to the beautiful melodies of the world.

Is quite adept at archery, along with his swordsmanship, but he tends to stay away from it; the act bringing up too many memories that he’d rather keep buried. It makes his life easier and the weight on his shoulders that much easier to bear.

His mother is still very much alive but his father has been dead for around three centuries at this point— barely a blip to an elf, meaning his mother can still be seen garbed in black.

His crown is crafted from the metal of his late father’s sword — something that had been requested of him.

Typically keeps to himself, but you’ll see him be surrounded by a varying about of courtesans/diplomats during the day— his carefully constructed mask hiding how much he wished to be anywhere else.

Larak:

Has a war horse that he’s had with him ever since he earned his sword— a carnivorous beast known as Akasha.

Despite what his appearance may showcase, Larak has a deep love for rabbits/bunnies and small insects like butterflies. He finds them to have a true warriors spirit; to be able to survive in a world like this one.

He has tattoos along both of his arms— the one on his right being his coming of age tattoo that’s made around the injury he acquired while on the hunt. The one on his left is one made for the people he’s lost.

Typically carries a great sword or a battle axe— preferring two-handed weaponry as it’s the easiest for him to wield.

Enjoys warm weather— as it reminds him of his home back in the Infernal Plains.

Calypso:

When she’s out of her human form— Calypso grows razor sharp teeth, claws, and fins appear on her forearm (along with gills on her neck). All of the hallmarks of a poignant underwater predator.

Can stomach surface food but prefers fish, crustacean, kelp, and sea birds over anything else— sirens being mainly carnivorous (although they do eat plants at times). She does enjoy chocolate though.

Even when she’s in her human form she can breathe underwater; a fact that she uses to go on hunts for longer periods of time. Her enhanced eyesight underwater helping that a great deal too.

You’ll sometimes find flecks of old scale left behind— as they, like all skin, replace itself whenever they die. Calypso typically tries to keep them moisturized as much as possible in order to abate any of the itchiness it can cause.

Is deathly afraid of horses. She doesn’t like them, but she finds sharks and krakens absolutely adorable. The big puppies of the sea.

Shanaera:

Has trained in a variety of different fields to better ensure the safety of Vela’thian and her king— she takes her job seriously, it’s one of the things that brings her the greatest joy in life.

Has three birds of prey that typically hang around her— barring the various other birds she uses for her spies messages— due to them bonding with her: a raven, an owl, and an eagle (respectively).

Speaks a variety of languages, and their varying dialects, due to the nature of her work and needing to understand any and all messages that come through.

Does the more unsavory work for Vela’thian that Daeron wishes didn’t have to occur, but would be foolish to believe that it’s not a necessity.

Has a deep love for reading— you’d be able to find her spending time with the library (if she’s not in her tower) next to a crackling hearth.

Fáelán:

Cares for you a great deal. They don’t have a family to speak of, which means that you’ve sort of become their family. They’d do anything for you.

Due to their heritage, extreme levels of cold/ice don’t truly bother them but extreme heat can be a bit of an issue for them. It’s not something that they truly like, but they’d be able to persevere.

Proudly announced that they were going to be your Knight, your loyal guard, the third day after you met them, and they’ve been training for it ever since.

Typically doesn’t eat meat that often— barring venison. As it rarely ever sits well within their stomach.

Would go the ends of the world if you asked them to.

Valerian:

Their draconic form is bigger than what’s typical for a draconian. Something that made them be deemed as the brightest among their siblings… Until, of course, certain events happened that ruined it.

A bit of a sadist, not gonna lie… Not in a physical abuse kind of way… More in a, I’m going to bite you and potentially draw blood sort of way during sex.

Has a presence that can command a room, a voice that never has to be raised to be heard, which has been very useful to them for a long time. It’s something that’s garnered attention from a large amount of people. You’re the first person that’s ever truly caught their attention though. Whether that’s a bad or good thing? Only time will tell.

Has three little dragons that stay perched on their shoulder, or somewhere nearby, that they absolutely adore. Would kill anyone that tried to hurt their babies.

Is immune to fire completely due to their heritage… Though they don’t typically enjoy warmer weather. As it reminds them too much of a home they’ll probably never be allowed to go back to.

#omen of ice #asks #ro: daeron #ro: larak #ro: calypso #ro: shanaera #ro: fáelán #ro: valerian #scenario asks

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loominggaia · 6 months

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AlyssaCarol asks: Hey! I've noticed that you haven't done a description for these kiddos like you have for both the Commoner & Fae kids. I think it would be interesting to see a description in the same style as the other ones!

Hey you're right! I think I meant to but I must have forgot. I'll just update all of them here...

Humans are known as the "beast tamers". They have a gift for taming animals, using them as tools, weapons, and companions. They're most famous for their close relationship with dogs. This human girl got a puppy for her birthday, sure to be her best friend for many years.

Roshava are the "athletes". The finest athletes in the world are historically roshavan, and while they are very capable in battle, they historically have used their talents for sports instead. This roshavan boy shows off his muscles, hoping to be a wrestler some day.

Dworfs are the "engineers". They are half the size of humans but twice as strong. Their understanding of engineering and natural resistance to pollution has made their civilizations the most impressive in the world, but at the detriment of nature. This dworfen girl is proud of the flower she found, for it was the last living plant on her street.

Trolls are the "tunnelers". Their claws are powerful digging tools and their immune systems are tough, so they like to call the dark, damp, underground their home. This troll boy just emerged from the underground for the first time, and he's ready to terrorize some topsiders.

Ogres are the "heavyweights". With their massive size and unmatched strength, they are feared by other peoples. This ogre girl often gets scolded, for she plays too rough with her little elven friends.

Elves are the "craftsmen". Their sharp vision and long, dextrous fingers allow them to craft all kinds of fine-quality things from shoes, to jewelry, to toys. This elven girl shows off a dress made by her mother and boots made by her father.

Goblins are the "slaves". This species is magically bound by their names. If a non-goblin addresses one with all three parts of their name, the goblin is magically compelled to obey the next order given. This young goblin is watching his back, for his school bully just learned his full name.

Gnomes are the "wee folk". They are the shortest of all peoples, standing only a few inches tall. Despite their doll-like size, this species boasts powerful magic. This young gnome skips merrily through the forest without fear, for she has enchanted a mighty tiger to protect her.

Sirenes are the "beauties of the sea". Their soft, androgynous appearance and vivid colors makes this species a sight for sore eyes. This sirene boy waves to a group of girls on shore, confident that they will fall in love with him at first sight.

Cecaelia are the "ancient ones". This Aquarian species has an impressive lifespan of up to 1,500 years! Their age gives them plenty of time to hone their magic powers, though their alien appearance can be off-putting to others. This cecaelian girl looks like she's smiling, but she is actually baring her teeth in aggression.

Satyrs are the "revelers". They were born for a lifestyle full of drink, dance, and romance. Though some people find their behavior too rowdy and rambunctious, satyrs rarely mean any harm and just want to have fun. This satyr girl is having a great time dancing to music.

Fauns are the "musicians". Though they are the physically weakest of all gaians, fauns are also the most graceful movers, the second-fastest runners, and have the greatest potential for spellcasting. Their sensitive ears also give them a natural gift for music. This faun boy is upset because his parents took his flute away.

Minotaurs are the "barbarians". This large, powerful species may be the slowest-moving of all gaians, but they are also the strongest. Minotaurs have trouble communicating with other species due to the beast-like shape of their mouths. This young minotaur is learning sign language as an alternative.

Centaurs are the "racers". They are the fastest-moving of all peoples and they are quite strong too, making them top-notch soldiers and athletes. Though they are fast and powerful, their legs are prone to breaking easily. This centaur boy is in time-out for throwing his weight around the schoolyard.

Gorgons are the "venomous ones". Male gorgons have a venomous barb on their tails which can poison their enemies, while females instead have a loud and intimidating rattle, which they also use for musical purposes. Gorgons can't jump very well and they struggle to climb stairs, but they do move surprisingly fast. This gorgon girl is wearing jewelry made from the scaly skin of her ancestors.

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Pete "Maverick" Mitchell arrived to NAS North Island the night before and woke himself up to go on a run. What he didn't expect was to meet one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen in his life and then have the best sex of his life. Only to run into him... later. (4.8k, explicit, ao3)

The alarm clock rang out at 0630 sharp causing Maverick to quite literally jump out of his bed. Sometimes he really hated his own perfectionism in his day to day life. He pulled on a pair of shorts, electing to forgo a shirt since it was already getting warm so early in the morning. Maverick made sure to brush his teeth and flatten down his hair so it wasn’t quite so unruly before heading out on his daily run. Forcing himself to be a morning person was both the best and worst decision Maverick had ever made.

The beginning of the run was always the worst part, so Maverick knew he just had to get past the first half mile and he would have a good run. The weather was nice, the sun coming up over the mountains and lighting the paved path that went around the perimeter of the base.

Maverick always enjoyed running on a new base. It gave him a chance to learn the lay of the land on his own while still getting in a good workout. North Island wasn’t a completely new base to him, he had been stationed there a very short time early in his career, but that was close to a decade ago, so a lot had changed and he didn’t remember it all that well.

He breathed in the sea air as he came close to the beach, the salty air stinging his nose, but it was a welcome feeling. Once he came upon the sand, he slowed to a walk and eventually stopped to take in the view in front of him. The expansiveness of the ocean never ceased to amaze him. Although he loved to be in the air, flying faster than the speed of sound, being able to do it over the open water gave him a rush that couldn’t be matched by anything else. Maverick stood with his hands on his hips and let the sun warm his back. He could hear footsteps behind him, presumably someone else on an early morning run, but the path was wide enough, and he was keen to mind his own business, so he didn’t feel the need to turn around.

Suddenly, a hard body slammed into him. The body bounced off Maverick, leaving behind a feeling of sticky sweat, as Maverick attempted to regain his balance so he could tell the perpetrator off. When Maverick turned, he was met with the view of a shock of blonde hair attached to a beautifully toned body. The man’s face was hidden as he looked down to gather himself.

“Hey, what the fuck, man?” Maverick half shouted once he’d recovered from the shock of seeing such an attractive man in front of him, his anger from being run into was quickly fading. “It’s a wide enough path, how the fuck did you even run into me?”

The man looked up from where he was straightening out his shorts and dog tags. He had startlingly blue eyes and a full set of lips. Maverick felt his stomach turn over and a pool of heat gather in his lower abdomen.

“I’m sorry, man,” the man started. The timbre of his voice was tantalizing, Maverick’s mouth was close to watering. “Something fell out of my pocket and I was looking down and just didn’t see you…” he trailed off.

Truthfully, Maverick hadn’t heard a single word that came out of his beautiful mouth and he just shook his head and put a smile on his lips. “I’m Pete,” he said, sticking out his hand for the man to shake. “Don’t worry about it, it happens.”

“Tom,” the man replied, taking Maverick’s hand. His grip was strong and his hand was warm.

“Well, Tom, before you crash landed into my back, how was your run going? It obviously isn’t the first time you’ve done this.” Maverick let his eyes drag down Tom’s body before pulling them back up to make eye contact once again.

Tom laughed – a beautiful sound – and his eyes lit up as the apologetic, kicked puppy look vanished from his face. “It was just fine, but honestly, now it’s better,” he said. “I’m about to turn around and head back if you want to join.” He jerked a thumb in the direction of the parking lot and Maverick was choosing to ignore that it was the opposite direction he came from.

As Tom finished his sentence, his eyes trailed down from Maverick’s face to sweep over his shirtless torso. Maverick fidgeted under his gaze, but he held his ground. He wasn’t going to back down just because an insanely attractive man was showing interest in him.

Tom’s eyes once again made their way to meet Maverick’s, this time a dark look was in them, but it wasn’t malicious by any means.

“I’d love to accompany you, as long as you give me a ride home since I walked here.” Maverick hoped his assumptions and intentions weren’t incorrectly placed.

Tom smiled, full of teeth. “I’d be happy to.”

The two men walked together back to the parking lot, their Sunday workouts long forgotten as a new type of cardio had piqued their interest. They managed to avoid talking about the Navy, despite having met on a naval base. Maverick, at least, had little to no interest in finding out more about Tom for the time being. Personal discussions could come later; if there was a later, of course.

“Brave to run out here without a shirt,” Tom remarked.

Maverick looked over at him. “Why’s that?” he asked.

“You could get sunburnt,” Tom answered. “Wouldn’t want that pretty little body to get all red.”

Maverick could feel a blush blooming all over his face and spreading down to his chest. “You think I’m pretty?” he asked somewhat stupidly, not being able to come up with something better.

“Of course,” Tom said.

They walked in silence after that until they reached Tom’s car and slowed to a stop. There was a slight air of tension between them, the unanswered question of where to go from there hung in the balance. Tom had a hungry look in his eyes and a small smile danced at the edges of his mouth. Maverick was standing with his backside against the passenger side door and he ran a hand through his hair, simultaneously a nervous gesture and to tame his hair.

“So, where are you staying?” Tom asked him, taking a step closer to Maverick. His hand twitched at his side, as if he wanted to reach out and touch Maverick, but he was waiting for permission. Maverick swallowed thickly and nodded his head to answer the unsaid question.

“Does it matter?” Maverick asked back, answering his question with one of his own. He was hopeful.

“It matters if I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Tom said simply, as if he was asked what he wanted for breakfast. He stepped forward and placed one hand on Maverick’s hip and the other under Maverick’s chin, tilting his head upward. Maverick sucked in a breath in anticipation.

Tom leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Maverick’s, a much more tender gesture than Maverick was expecting, but he welcomed it just the same. A small sound escaped him as Tom pressed his body up against Maverick’s. Through the thin material of their shorts, he could feel Tom’s slowly hardening cock, and Maverick knew his own felt the same.

When Tom pulled back just slightly, Maverick let out a soft whine. “So, where are you staying?” Tom asked again, the ghost of a breath tickling Maverick’s lips.

“Temp base housing, just down the street,” Maverick replied.

“Perfect,” Tom said, leaning in one last time to capture Maverick’s lips with his own.

They got into the car and drove the short distance to Maverick’s place. The silence between them was so thick that Maverick was sure he could’ve cut it with a knife. He kept his eyes trained on the road in front of them, but when he was getting in the car, he thought he caught a glimpse of a green flight suit covered in patches in the backseat. Pairing that with the fact that Tom wore his dog tags, Maverick would wager a guess that Tom was probably a pilot, too. That was something that he would deal with later.

Once they arrived, Tom wasted no time in getting out of the car. Maverick scrambled after him and pulled his keys out of his pocket. He fumbled with them at the door, Tom standing so close behind him that Maverick could feel his breath on his neck.

Maverick got the door open and when it closed behind them, Tom was right back on him, hands roaming over Maverick’s torso. After a few moments of wandering hands from both parties, Tom began to sink to his knees, earning himself a groan from Maverick.

“Fuck, Pete,” Tom breathed against Maverick’s hips. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Maverick’s shorts and looked up at Maverick with wide, blue eyes.

“Please,” Maverick begged.

That was all the go-ahead Tom needed apparently, and he pulled down Maverick’s running shorts and briefs in one quick sweep. He smiled when Maverick’s already hard cock bobbed up and down. Maverick gasped at the feeling of the cool air hitting him in all the right places and he couldn’t believe what was happening. He was also having a hard time believing just how gentle Tom was being. The hardness of his ice blue eyes was in stark contrast to how he touched Maverick. Tender touches of his lips to his hips as he took Maverick into his hands.

Maverick exhaled all the air in his lungs in one go and brought his hands up to fist into Tom’s hair. He just let them rest there, not pushing or pulling. Tom moved his eyes to Maverick’s when he finally ceased pressing kisses to his abdomen. Maverick felt like he couldn’t breathe, but in the best way possible. Tom took Maverick’s cock into his mouth, warm and wet, his eyes still never leaving Maverick’s. He took him down nearly all the way before wrapping his hand around the base and pulling off after a second. His lips never left the tip, but his tongue darted out to lick at the underside causing Maverick to let out a long moan at the feeling.

He didn’t have much to go off of in the way of experience getting blowjobs from other men, but even still, he knew this was about to be the best of his life.

Maverick tightened his grip a little in Tom’s hair and pulled his head forward in a silent question. Tom blinked up at him and sank back down with a smile dancing at the edge of his eyes. He picked up the pace as he wrapped his hands around the back of Maverick’s thighs. Maverick felt himself hit the back of Tom’s throat at the same time as Tom grabbed handfuls of Maverick’s ass. It was almost too much.

With the hands in Tom’s hair, Maverick finally pulled him off after a few more minutes of torturous pleasure. Tom’s mouth was slack as he smiled up at Maverick and his eyes had the hint of tears. When he stood up, Maverick could see the shine of spit and precome on his lips and Maverick got hungry. He quickly pulled on Tom’s shoulders to bring him close to kiss the smile off his face. Once it seemed that Tom had regained his bearings, he took control of the kiss. He still had his hands on Maverick’s ass and used that leverage to pull him closer, making Maverick arch his back into the touch. Both men moaned into the kiss, Tom grinding his still-clothed hips into Maverick’s glaringly naked ones. Tom pulled away, once more earning a whine from Maverick.

“Bed, Pete,” he said, tugging on Maverick’s hand.

Maverick forgot his qualms with no longer kissing Tom when he heard the reason why. He quickly led them to the bedroom, gripping onto Tom’s hand and trying not to giggle like an idiot. He hadn’t had this much spontaneous fun in years, he was always too busy training, always having to settle for quick and disappointing hookups and handjobs in bunks and closets on ships. But this? This was fun, this was something he could see himself doing again. Especially if Tom was a pilot like he suspected. That was a problem for later, though.

When they reached the bedroom, Maverick turned around to see Tom finally shedding his running shorts. Maverick groaned when he was gifted with the sight of what Tom was hiding in there. His cock looked heavy and was red from neglect, and Maverick couldn’t wait to get his hands or his mouth on it. Tom took the few steps forward to close the distance between them, and once his lips met Maverick’s again, he walked them backward until Maverick’s knees hit the bed and the two tumbled over.

“Fuck,” Maverick exhaled as he hit the bed. Tom was a solid weight on top of him, immediately getting to work. He worked his tongue into Maverick’s mouth with incredible precision, taking Maverick apart in just a few minutes. His hand traveled downward until it reached Maverick’s hips. He grabbed a hold with a bruising grip. Maverick was sure it would leave a mark and he relished the thought.

“How do you want to do this, baby?” Tom asked.

“Whatever you want, Tom,” Maverick replied. “I mean it.”

At that, Tom let out a sound akin to a growl and continued his assault on Maverick’s lips. His free hand came up to fist in Maverick’s hair and pulled his head back. Tom pressed kisses down the side of Maverick’s neck and sucked marks into the skin there. He took his hand from Maverick’s hip and tapped the inside of his thighs as an indication for Maverick to spread his legs.

Maverick obliged and Tom sat up to admire Maverick at a new angle from between his legs. Maverick knew he was hot, so many people in his life had told him as much, but no one had ever taken as much time to appreciate him and worship him as Tom was taking now. Tom wasn’t too hard on the eyes either, and it seemed he knew it too.

Once Tom seemed satisfied, he grabbed onto Maverick’s thighs and flipped him over without much effort. Maverick situated himself on his elbows and knees with his ass in the air, pushing it out toward Tom and knowing he looked good in this position.

Apparently, Tom thought so, too, and Maverick heard him let out a low whistle.

“You look so fucking good like this, Pete,” Tom said, awe present in his voice. “Spread out, ready and waiting for me. So fucking pretty.”

How Tom could sound so reverent about a man he just met not an hour earlier was beyond Maverick, but he wasn’t going to think about that now. He had other matters to attend to.

“C’mon Tom,” Maverick urged. “Just go for it, I know you won’t regret it.” He had a smile on his face, and though he knew Tom couldn’t see it, he hoped he could hear it in his voice.

“Oh I know, sweetheart,” Tom said. “I’m just admiring the view.”

Without waiting for Maverick to answer, Tom gripped Maverick’s hips and gripped tightly before pressing feather-light kisses to Maverick’s ass. Maverick’s breathing hitched when he felt Tom gently pull apart his ass cheeks, not ready for what was coming. He was preparing himself for one of two things, and he would be satisfied with either, though not necessarily preferring one over the other.

Maverick let out a gasp when he heard the click of what he presumed was a bottle of lube and felt Tom’s thumb brush over his rim.

“When the fuck did you grab lube?” Maverick asked, biting off the end of his question when a cool, slick finger prodded at his entrance.

“Doesn’t matter,” Tom said simply. At that, he started to slide his finger in slowly, causing Maverick to bite his lower lip at the stretch.

“Ah, fuck, Tom, please,” he begged.

“Please, what, baby?” Tom asked smugly. “You gotta ask so I know.”

“Go fucking faster,” Maverick choked out. Tom finally slid his finger in just past the second knuckle and earned himself a high-pitched whine from Maverick. He slowly worked his finger in and out, hooking it every other thrust. “Another, please, Tom, I can take it.”

“I’m sure you can.” Tom added a second finger alongside the first and let out a huff of air as Maverick practically deflated. The stretch burned in the best way possible, his hands were fisted into the sheets so tightly his knuckles were turning white. It was taking everything in him to keep his hips in the air. It had been a long time since he had been strung out and fucked properly. Years even, if he really thought about it.

Maverick relished the burn and embraced it as he let out breathy moans. He pushed his face into the mattress and subconsciously began to shallowly thrust his hips as his cock tried to remind him that it was being neglected.

Tom put his free hand on Maverick’s lower back as his occupied one began to add a third finger. “Still,” was all he said, and Maverick stopped his movements.

“I’m ready Tom, please,” Maverick grunted. “Please.”

Tom didn’t ask him to clarify this time, apparently ready to get things moving, too, and he slipped his fingers out, letting the excess lube drip down Maverick’s backside. Maverick whined at the feeling of emptiness, but he didn’t let it affect him too much when he heard the cap of the lube bottle click open once again. Tom patted Maverick on his calf and muttered for Maverick to flip back over onto his back. Maverick obliged and grinned from ear to ear when he saw Tom rolling on a condom.

“When the fuck did you find a condom?” Maverick asked, baffled at how Tom got these things done without Maverick knowing, but that was something he would figure out later.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me, Pete,” Tom replied. He was situating himself between Maverick’s legs once again. “Just enjoy the ride.” He smiled as he grabbed hold of his cock to line it up with Maverick’s entrance. He grabbed Maverick by the shoulders and hoisted him up so they were nearly chest to chest. Realistically, Tom wasn’t much bigger than him, but Maverick really enjoyed being manhandled a little bit.

He balanced himself on his knees, straddling Tom’s lap, and Tom gripped Maverick’s hips to lower him gently onto his cock. Tom pressed their foreheads together and Maverick tried to kiss him but it ended up being more of him panting into Tom’s mouth.

Once he was fully seated, Maverick tried to get words out, but the stretch of Tom’s cock was almost too much. He had never felt so full and so satisfied at the same time.

“Fu-uck, Tom,” Maverick managed. “Move, please…”

Tom just nodded and slowly shifted his hips to start a rhythm. Maverick wanted to get the show on the road just as much as Tom, so he strained his thighs to lift himself up and down to match the pace Tom had set. In order to keep up, Maverick leaned back to get more leverage and put his weight on one hand with his other wrapped around Tom’s neck. He rolled his hips in time with Tom’s and the two worked together to keep the pace.

“God, Pete, you’re so fucking good,” Tom breathed. “I can’t believe I found you. Just out there. You’re so fucking tight, you feel amazing.” Maverick leaned forward to kiss Tom’s neck, hips still moving in sync with Tom’s, and tried to leave a mark there. “You’re one to talk, your dick feels like heaven.”

Tom laughed breathlessly and pulled Maverick in for a kiss. With the new proximity, Maverick’s still-ignored cock was pressed between them and he got a small amount of relief. He broke from the kiss to moan loudly into Tom’s cheek. Tom seemed to take the hint and wrapped one of his hands around Maverick’s cock and began to pump slowly.

The sounds coming from Maverick’s mouth were not ones he could remember ever making voluntarily, but he wasn’t about to complain when it felt this good. He was letting out breathy little moans and every so often his breath would catch in his chest when Tom swiped his thumb over the tip at the same time he hit his prostate. The final straw, though, was when Tom lightly grazed his thumbnail over Maverick’s slit at the same time as he hit his prostate.

“Tom,” Maverick choked out. “I’m close, fuck, I’m gon-”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Tom cut him off. “You’re so good for me, Pete.” Tom sped up his strokes and Maverick sped up his hips in tandem. He could tell Tom was getting close too, if his breathing was any indication. It was coming in shorter bursts and it was hot against Maverick’s cheek.

Just as Maverick went over the edge, Tom pressed their lips together, kissing him through his orgasm. Maverick tried his best to keep kissing him back, but the edge of his vision was blurring as he felt some of the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. He let Tom kiss him stupid, and when he felt Tom’s hips underneath him stutter, he was finally coherent enough to kiss back.

“Yeah that’s it, Tom,” Maverick whispered against Tom’s lips. “Come on, fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Tom threw his head back when he came, Maverick latching onto his neck again, and slammed his hips into Maverick one last time.

They sat in the same position for a little while longer before the cooling come between both their stomachs starting to catch their attention. Tom lifted Maverick off his softening cock and Maverick obliged, rolling down to land softly on the bed. Tom slipped off the condom and tied it off to drop it in the bedside trash can. He rolled off the bed and Maverick closed his eyes, sated and happy.

Maverick heard the tap run in the bathroom and then footsteps coming back to the bedroom. He felt a warm washcloth on his stomach and a tap on his hip telling him to roll over. He did so, and the warm cloth was at his backside, gently wiping at his stretched rim to get rid of the lube left there. Tom started to walk away, but Maverick had had enough of being cold and alone in the bed, so without opening his eyes, he grabbed Tom by the wrist to pull him back in.

“Pete, the rag,” he tried.

“Don’t care, throw it toward the bathroom, I’ll get it later,” Maverick mumbled into the mattress. He tugged on Tom’s arm again. “Come here.”

He could hear the smile in Tom’s sigh, choosing to ignore that he was being this cuddly for a person he just met. The rag plopped on the floor somewhere in the distance and Tom crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Maverick’s middle. Tom pressed kisses to the tops of Maverick’s shoulders as he got situated.

“You know you have freckles back here?” Tom remarked.

“I don’t really look there, but thank you,” Maverick replied. “Can’t turn my neck that far.” Tom laughed at him, and soon his breathing leveled out as Maverick realized he had fallen asleep. Maverick wasn’t far behind.

***

A series of sharp knocks sounded at the door to wake them both a few hours later. Maverick groaned and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. Once he saw the time, he jolted awake and out of bed, startling Tom out of his sleep as well.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Maverick rambled.

“Fuck, what, Pete?” Tom asked, trying to get his bearings.

Another round of knocking came at the door. Maverick threw Tom’s shorts at him and tugged on his own pants.

“Pete what is going on?” Tom asked again.

“Fuck, I forgot I was going to the bar with a friend, he can’t see you,” Maverick managed to get out.

“What? Why?” Tom tried.

“I told him I wouldn’t hook up with anyone right away when we got there, we made a bet, and if he sees you, I lose.” Maverick was frantically trying to flatten his hair down and button the pants of his dress whites at the same time.

Tom laughed, but seemed to get the message and grabbed Maverick’s t-shirt and dress shirt out of the closet to save him time. Tom only had his shorts with him, so he was already dressed and tried to make a move for the door.

“No!” Maverick yelled. “I mean, you can’t go out there, he can see you from the window.”

“Mav, let’s go!” came a voice from outside the door. “What the hell, man?”

Tom looked baffled. “What, do you want me to go out the window?”

Maverick had never heard such a good idea. “Please,” he said. To make up for such a ridiculous request, he grabbed Tom by the wrist and pulled him in for a deep kiss. “If you do this for me, I’ll make sure that I can see you again later. I promise.” He kissed Tom again and could feel his smile against his lips.

“Fine, I’ll see you later,” Tom said, still smiling, full of teeth and beautiful.

“God, you’re so hot,” Maverick breathed.

He smacked Tom on the ass as he climbed out, and quickly threw on the rest of his uniform before going to answer the door.

“Goose!” he exclaimed, smiling sheepishly.

Goose just rolled his eyes. “Come on, Mav, let’s just go.”

***

Maverick and Goose had been at the bar for about an hour, scoping out the people around them and trying to guess who was going to be in their TOPGUN class. Most people didn’t wear their flight suits to the bar, so it could have been anyone in whites.

“So, Mav,” Goose started. Maverick turned to look at him, knowing exactly where it was going. “What were you up to today?”

Maverick sighed and took a long pull from his beer. “Just went for a run this morning and came home to take a nap,” he said.

“Must have been one hell of a nap if you forgot what time we were meeting.” Goose turned around to order another drink at the bar but stopped short before the bartender could get to him. “Mav,” he said. “You want to know who the best is?” He paused to point to a blonde man in the corner, sipping a glass of a clear liquor. “That’s him, Iceman. It’s the way he flies, ice cold, no mistakes.”

Goose kept talking, but Maverick stopped listening when he realized who he was looking at. Tom. He knew he’d see him later, but he didn’t think it would be so soon. Maverick was glad his suspicions about him being a pilot were confirmed, however. He looked very good in his whites, and Maverick couldn’t wait to see him in his flight suit.

A few moments later, Tom – Iceman – walked up to him and Goose, and a third man that had joined them that Maverick deduced was Tom’s RIO.

“Hey, Mother Goose, how’s it going?” Tom greeted Goose and shook his hand.

“Tom, this is Pete Mitchell,” Goose said. “Mav, Tom Kazansky.”

Tom stuck his hand out for Maverick to shake. Maverick took it, keeping eye contact and shaking firmly.

“Congratulations on TOPGUN,” Tom said civilly.

“Thank you,” Maverick replied, eyes locked onto Tom’s lips at this point.

“Sorry to hear about Cougar, he and I were like brothers in flight school,” Tom continued. Maverick stopped listening for a minute when Tom leaned over to grab some peanuts off the bar. The proximity made Maverick’s breath catch in his throat. “Say, you need any help?” Tom asked.

Maverick was jolted back into his head as Tom leaned in even closer. “With what?”

“You figured it out yet?” Tom said.

“What’s that?” Maverick was trying hard to figure out what the hell Tom was getting at. Mostly he was trying to keep from dropping to his knees right then and there in the bar.

“Who’s the best pilot,” Tom finally clarified.

“I think I can figure that out on my own,” Maverick replied.

Tom continued talking but Maverick stopped listening again, simply thinking about how he was going to get Tom back into his bed. The other man – Slider, Maverick figured out – started talking and pulled him and Tom back into the conversation with Goose. Once Slider was finished regaling the tale of Maverick and Goose seeing the MiG up close, they bid them farewell.

“See you later,” Tom said, only looking at Maverick.

“You can count on it,” Maverick said quietly as Tom walked away. Yes, he would be seeing him later, he was sure of it.

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What if i asked for all of the above for that ask meme on aviskull? Besides what was already asked/ is not comfy for you to respond to ofc >:3c

wait literally everything????

oH MAN HERE WE GOOOOOOOO

-What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

Avi's family- other than his dads- are homophobic. So they don't know about Skull and he'd like to keep it that way. However, Skull's moms are very accepting and supportive of the two. Hell- Aviskull had their wedding on their farm.

-Do they like each other's friends? Do their friends like them?

they have the same friend group

-How do they compare to each other's exes? Are they the same "type" or an upgrade/something different?

Skull dated Vintage for a hot second before they broke up as that relationship was shitty (they're friends now and want to keep it that way) and he can for sure say Avi is an upgrade

-Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

dude so many -in addition to the normal babe, baby, love, ect. Avi has a lot more though

Skull's petnames: Dragon, sugar, cupid, wifey, Skully

Avi's petnames: All the classic ones but in old Norse, cupcake, puppy, hubby, my hoard, Aves, Vi-vi,

-What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

For Skull- Avi adores his hands the most. They're so soft and sensitive... adorable. He doesn't have a least favorite thing but if he had to chose, Skull has asymmetrical fingernails- one hand's grows faster than the other's- and its a little annoying for Avi purely because his hands are so perfect other than that one tiny detail

For Avi- Skull adores his tummy. It's so soft and PERFECT to use as a pillow. His least favorite is his teeth. Avi has VERY sharp teeth and while Skull doesn't mind that on some occasions, other times he accidentally pokes skull with them when kissing and. its painful

-What do they find physically sexiest about each other?

For Skull- technically this is physical but Avi's voice- it does something to him. It's so sweet and kind but also pretty deep and just. yeah

For Avi- He can't name one single thing but if he had to chose. Skull's thighs. so soft, so squishy...

-Are they a "we" couple?

Absolutely. No explanation needed

-What little things remind them of each other?

For Skull, the beach itself reminds him of Avi- who smells strongly of the sea. For Avi, anything sweet is very good at making him go "Skull would like this!"

-What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

Avi now has a habit of swearing in Norse and reading old Greek classics and Skull bakes to relieve stress and watches trashy romcoms while doing chores

-How do they react when the other is upset? How do they try to help?

Skull often will try to identify the problem and solve it, offering comfort afterwards. While Avi goes worried puppy mode and gives cuddles to try and calm Skull down before offering help when they're ready

-Do they believe in marriage?

Aviskull are indeed married. Of course they do

-Would they have kids together?

What do you think the S4 is to them?

-What values do they not share? How do they reconcile those differences?

The only big one is Skull being religious (Norse Pagan) and Avi is not. However, Avi is more than willing to help Skull obtain offerings to the gods, help him set up offerings, and even participates in his traditions- such as their wedding being on a Friday

-If they disagree, who's usually the one to compromise?

Any and most disagreements are small, but for the bigger ones it just depends on the exact situation- but, normally it's Avi

-If they live together, how do they split household responsibilities?

Avi does the baking, and the laundry. Skull does cooking and gardening, and both clean (though Skull does it more, he finds it relaxing)

-What's different about their backgrounds? Do those differences affect the relationship?

Avi grew up with two dads and an estranged connection with his extended family while in the city, Skull was raised by two moms and a big family on a farm- though he did go to school in the city. The only big thing that effects is they never visit Avi's extended family and almost always visit Skull's.

-What was their first impression of each other?

So they met as preschoolers, and adored each other even then- having one of those fake weddings when they were seven. Fun fact, for their actual wedding, though he wore a suit, Skull had a veil and bouquet pretty much identical to the one he had back then, albeit scaled up for an adult.

-How did they fall for eachother?

When they were kids they were boyfriend and girlfriend purely because they thought that's what friends did- people teased Avi for being friends with a girl (at least back then) and said he had a girlfriend and avi and skull rolled with it. When they got older, romantic feelings set in slowly- and then, all at once. For the longest time they wished for it to go back to being so easy. And, when they confessed, it did.

-Who said "I love you" first?

Avi!! Skull was too flustered and nervous to say it verbally so Avi did, and that sort of calmed Skull down enough to say "i love you too"

-How are they with PDA?

They're not too crazy about it. But there's plenty of hand-holding, forehead kisses... affectionate headbutting. the works

-What interests do they share? For interests they don't share, do they ever participate anyway?

Outside of Turf, ranked/anarchy, salmon run, cooking, and trashy romcoms, they don't really have any.

Avi's interests are mainly poetry, psychology, and also painting. Skull's are archery, soccer, and classical literature. Regardless, they are more than happy to hear their partner ramble on about their interests, or watch them do what they like. Avi in particular loves to watch Skull practice archery

-How are they with money? Does one do more of the financial supporting?

Avi technically does more, mainly because he has an actual job as a therapist. So he has more persistent income. Skull competes in archery tournaments and places first more often than not and comes home with prize money. Those, plus turf war, and they're pretty set

-Where is their relationship lacking? What could they do to improve it?

It's not really lacking in anything. If I had to say, it'd might be a lack of shared interests but they get along just fine.

-Where is their relationship the strongest?

The trust. They're friends first, lovers second. They know when there's a problem with their friendship or their romance and can fix it pretty quickly. They trust each other SO MUCH it's amazing. goals.

#coroika #aviskull #coroika aviators #coroika skull #aviskullcore

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yimejk · 2 years

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Bts as a mythical creatures

Namjoon:

Werewolf- A good leader of a Bangtan pack. Authoritative, mature but helpful and caring. Very possessive in his nature, protective of his luna( you are the only one who can turn this fearful beast into a puddle of whimpers. He would do anything for his one and only dearly mate.

Seokjin:

Vampire- A deity king and ruler of a vampire woeld with charming appearance that could easily anyone trick. He is one cunning and knows his worth but everyone has it´s own weakness and his is called his little bat. There is no thing that could separate him from his light in this never ending darkness.

Yoongi:

Dragon Shifter- Boy don´t mess with him. You don´t want to end like burnt chicken nuget. He is quick to lose temper. With his cold stare he could make anyone freeze at their spot in fright. But don´t let fool yourself. Behind that pained shell of his body hides something only YOU could melt the ice from his heart and soon you both can burn in a passion called love.

Hoseok:

Wizard- Calm and composed man with a big power of magic in his hands. A peace maker. With a sunshine like smile you would miss how quite dangerous he can be if he needs to. And that´s how he met his favorite human. YOU. From that moment he always is overprotective of you. Hoseok tends to be glued to you all the time.

Jimin:

Fairy- This fuffy ball of cutness can make of you a blushing mess in a minute. He succesfully worms his way into your heart without your knowing. But as a fairy he possess his own qualitates of charming you into his forest. You can´t even properly blink and and are already hide from anyone else.

Taehyung:

Merman- A child trapped inside a man´s body. Really childish merman who would gladly fool all day with his choosen one. But his joyous exterior can very simply mess with your mind. And you aren´t exception. What a fool you were to not to see behind the harmless expression a mad glint marry his face.

Jungkook:

Siren- Sirens are by nature a possessive and controling creatures towards their mate. Jungkook is most feared siren in the sea. With a sharp eyes, claws and teeth he defends you from any threat he deems a danger to you. But overaly he is a doting and providing mate who sometimes acts like a puppy.

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Shark Dump: Lemon Sharks!

Some of you seemed to enjoy my shark facts and honestly, if I can get the chance to rave about sharks, I will. So here are some shark facts starting with my favorite, Lemon Sharks!!

If you guys enjoy this, feel free to leave me a request with the name of a shark you'd like to learn about and I'll be happy to info dump on them. I'm thinking about posting one every Sunday (Shark Sundays!!! :D )

Technically I was supposed to post this earlier but I didn't lol oops-

Conservation Status: NEAR THREATENED

This cute guy here is a Lemon shark or Negaprion brevirostris! They get this name from their yellowish skin and yellow bellies but they can be anywhere from brown to olive colored. Lemon sharks are mostly native to the Atlantic Ocean and parts of the Pacific where they occupy coral keys, mangrove forests, bays and even docks. Most populations can be found in Gulf of Mexico, the West Indies, and the Caribbean.

They can grow up to 11 ft long which makes them one of the larger species of sharks but don't let their size scare you! These guys are mostly scavengers that hunt for food near sandy in-shore areas. Most of the lemon sharks diet consists of bony fish, crustaceans and stingrays although they occasionally snack on seabirds or smaller sharks. They hunt using electroreceptors on their nose, called ampullae de Lorenzini, which help them detect fish and other creatures, even buried in the sand.

(Remember, sharks don't have hands so they rely on their nose and mouth to explore the enviroment around them!)

Lemon sharks usually live in oceanic waters that are no deeper than 188 ft although some have been found in waters at depths of up to 300 ft. They are one of 43 sharks that can swim in freshwater but usually don't travel very far into these waters as they can't survive for long periods in them. If you see a lemon shark in freshwater, they're probably just there for a quick bite to eat before heading back to the ocean.

Fun Fact: Bull sharks are the only shark that can survive in both salt and fresh water! They're also one of the dumber sharks and will try to eat anything that fits in their mouths.

Despite how scary they look, lemon sharks are actually a favorite among divers and marine biologist because of their docile behavior! They rarely attack humans (As of 2011, researchers had found only 10 cases of lemon sharks attacking humans, and none of these cases were deadly), in fact, they are very shy and usually try to avoid us. Though if they do approach, they're usually just being curious and will bump you with their nose.

But my favorite thing about lemon Sharks? Once they get over their shyness, they LOVE getting belly rubs! They find the sensation very pleasant and will actively seek out the divers who pet them, even chasing other sharks away if they feel the diver’s giving them too much attention. Sometimes, if you rub their belly too much or if you stimulate the tiny sensory pores located on their snout, you can put them into something called tonic immobility.

Tonic immobility is a reflex that causes a temporary state of inactivity in an animal. Similar to hypnosis! Researchers aren't sure why sharks do this as it's usually thought to be a prey instinct so apex predators like sharks shouldn't have this. But most researchers have found that the sharks aren't stressed when they perform this behavior so it might just mean they're really relaxed! This is backed up by the fact that when in this state the shark’s muscles relax and their breathing becomes deep and rhythmic. Sharks usually enter tonic immobility in less than a minute and they can remain in this state for up to 15 minutes. It doesn't hurt them at all and researches use this to help subdue them.

Lemon sharks (like many other sharks) are imperative to keeping our reefs alive and healthy. Without them, we've already begun to see a major decline in coral reefs and seagrass beds. By taking these sharks out of the coral reef ecosystem, there's nothing to keep the larger predatory fish in check and they overfeed on the herbivores. With less herbivores, macroalgae expands and coral can no longer compete, shifting the ecosystem to one of algae dominance causing the reefs to eventually die out.

Now, back to lemon sharks and the most important fact I have about them: their conservation status.

Lemon sharks are considered to be near threatened. This means that they are likely to become endagered in the near future. This is because they are targeted by commercial and recreational fishermen primarily due to their highly prized fins. Their meat is also in high demand and is considered a delicacy in many areas. Further, the continuing destruction of their habitat has led to the severe decline of lemon shark populations.

But thankfully, there are steps already being taken to help protect these sweet sea puppies. The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission prohibits the harvesting of lemon sharks in state waters. Any lemon shark that catches onto a hook is to be released immediately, either by removal of the hook from the shark or by cutting the shark free—whichever will release the shark quickest. Some countries are also slowly starting to put in protections for them as well.

You can also help! Many people view sharks as blood-thirsty monsters due to decades of slander campaigns and hollywood scare movies (I'm glaring at you Jaws). But we can change that view by showing the world just how beautiful and intelligent these creatures really are! The more informed people are about the sharks, the more we can do to help them. Just by reading this post and learning about lemon sharks, you're helping! Now, the next time you hear someone talking smack about sharks, you can smack them with some cool shark facts! Then hopefully with enough smacking, we can change how people see these lovely predators and get more support for their protection.

#science #marine biology #sharks #shark facts #marine life #lemon shark #conservation #shark conservation #i just love sharks man #sea puppies #that's all they are #sea puppies with very sharp teeth

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bettyfrommars · 5 months

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Death Becomes Us

Part 8: Warm Hands, Frozen Hearts

vampire!eddie x supernatural!reader

masterlist playlist

18+Only, werewolf!steve, allusions to smut, allusions to devious deeds, mention of addiction, mention of drinking blood, angst, waitress!erica, Bob Newby lives, Chief Hopper sighting, as well as another glimpse of vampire!max.

summary: you go on your "just friends" date with werewolf!steve, but meanwhile, Eddie makes a bold decision and things heat up between the two of you. Jareth's interest in you grows stronger, as does his determination to find out exactly who/what you are as everything begins to come to a head.

word count: 4.8k

author's note: for the sake of this story, Jareth is meant to be a cross between Jamie Campbell Bower and Eric Northman from True Blood. As a little reminder, The Upside Down exists in this story, but not the same way it does in ST. All of the ST characters in this do not know each other in the same way they do in the show. But, Steve and Robin are friends, because, well, always.

Fanger: derogatory slang for Vampire

Previous Chapter here

One week earlier

Steve was summoned to visit Sacrament in the Upside Down, and he should have gone with a few of his brothers in the pack but decided he didn't want company. He snuck out there through the portal in the woods in his hulking wolf form at first, to sniff the place out, noting the high number of vampires and demobats circling overhead.

He came back the next night in his truck, through the bridge, and was told to ask for Craven at the bar.

Craven sniffed the air and snarled when Steve walked up, and Steve returned the gesture, curling his top lip to show that he had sharp teeth too. Werewolves were very strong—supernaturally so—but they were not immortal like vampires, and so it was always wise to operate around bloodsuckers with a measure of caution.

“I’m here to see Jareth,” Steve shouted over the synth music, squeezing in between two scantily clad human women.

Steve was dressed like he’d just come from chopping wood in the mountains in a plaid button-down and jeans, and a wholesome curl of dark hair that bounced over his forehead. Craven, on the other hand, was tattooed from neck to hands, wearing a wife beater that fit tight around his muscles and slicked back hair that was a bit greasy, but in a sexual way.

“No one sees Jareth without an invitation,” Craven said smugly, throwing a rag over his shoulder to brace his hands in front of him.

Steve gave a wry smile. “You think I’d come here just to shoot the breeze with you Fangers? He knows I’m coming.”

Craven clicked his tongue disapprovingly and went to grab the phone on the wall above the cash register, but in the blink of an eye, Jareth was already standing there, right next to Steve. He must have watched him come in on one of the cameras mounted on the ceiling. Steve moved back, out of surprise, but then he stepped forward again, meeting blonde, vampire Jareth eye to eye, letting him know he wasn’t afraid.

Steve really wasn’t afraid; his alpha ego was too big for that. Sure, he knew there was a chance that an older vampire might best him in the end, but he’d get the fight of his life.

“Whatever he wants, it’s on the house,” Jareth told Craven, all while never taking his eyes off his guest.

Steve declined a beverage and followed in Jareth’s wake through the sea of people moving to the music under the blue lighting.

Back in the simple black and cream decor of his office, Jareth found his firey assistant Maxine sitting behind his desk and he waved her out.

“Oh? You didn’t tell me we were adopting a pound puppy,” she teased with a deadpan delivery, keeping a bored expression on her face.

Steve knew they’d be taking cheap shots at him, he’d prepared himself for it.

“Get out, Maxine,” Jareth said impatiently. “I need to have a word with our lycanthrope friend here.”

She obeyed, slinking out the door in her skin tight latex dress and platform heels, smacking her glossy lips in Steve’s face as she went.

Jareth was in all black with a slim leather jacket on that looked like it had been tailored just for him. He perched at the front of the desk, crossing his booted feet at the ankles, and folded his arms over his chest.

“Take a seat,” he told Steve.

Steve glanced down at the chair in front of Jareth. “I’ll stand, thanks. What is this about?”

“You really don’t know why I’ve asked you here?” Jareth’s face looked like it was carved out of stone. “Do you need a hint?”

For the first time, Steve broke eye contact. “I don’t have any news about the girl.”

Jareth tilted his head back, so that he was looking down his nose at the visitor. “You’ve been keeping an eye on her, like I asked?”

Steve gave a tight nod.

The truth was that Steve hadn’t accidentally bumped into you at the bookstore that day two months ago; he knew where you would be and he’d sought you out. His pack were in league with what some would consider “vampire royalty” and they made a lot of money doing jobs for them.

At first, he started looking out for you because Jareth told him too. But after around the third week, he realized he was protecting you because he cared about you. He didn’t trust anyone from the pack to watch your trailer after dark, so he did it himself. There were a few nights when he swore you’d looked out from your kitchen window and saw him: two red eyes glowing in his honey brown fur.

“What’s your interest in her?” Steve chanced, knowing full well that Jareth would not answer it if he didn’t want to.

“She says she’s human, but I don’t believe her,” Jareth raised an eyebrow. “There’s something else going on with that one, and until I find out, I don’t want any harm to come to her.”

You weren’t human, Steve knew that from the first smell. You were part human, part something else, as if your blood were filled with static from a television.

“I asked you here because I need you to get closer to her, to see if you can find out anything more about her…condition.”

Steve didn’t like this anymore, he felt like he was being dishonest to you, and that one day you’d find out he was hired to watch you instead of being the avid science fiction lover he’d claimed to be. Every time he interacted with you lately, he wanted to mention it, but he couldn’t figure a casual way to say, “hey, I’m being paid to watch you, I sleep in the woods outside your trailer a few nights a week, but I’m starting to have feelings, and was wondering if you were free for dinner?”

Steve pulled his shoulder’s back, puffing his chest out a bit. “If you want to know more about what she is, why don’t you just ask her, man? What’s with all the cloak and dagger?”

Jareth pushed off the desk and walked over to look at a piece of abstract splatter art on the wall while he spoke, clasping his hands behind his back. “My presence at her trailer park would certainly ring some alarms, I’m sure you are not so dense,” his tone was condescending but proper. “I don’t want anyone, especially Munson, to know that I have any interest in her. Not yet, anyway.”

Since Steve had been watching you, he was also well aware of Eddie’s comings and goings. “Eddie hasn’t interacted with her in weeks, not that I’ve seen,” Steve told him. “Appears like the two are avoiding each other.”

Jareth scoffed. “I’m not particularly a fan of his, but when Edward has a job to do, he does it well,” he turned from the painting and went around the desk. “My gut tells me that he has something up his sleeve, and my gut is never wrong.”

Steve let the information sink in. “You don’t think Eddie would hurt her? He’s a car thief and a drug dealer, but not a killer.”

Jareth bent down to pretend to look at some paperwork, but then his eyes lifted to Steve and he smirked. “Is that what he told you?”

“We’ve never really talked but—”

“I’ve been doing my own investigating, but until I get some answers, just get close to her however you can, I want to accelerate this end game.”

“And what endgame is that?” Steve’s voice was low and commanding as he pushed the sleeves of his flannel up to reveal the generous muscles in his forearms. He rested his back against the wall, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“The official endgame, Sir Harrington,” Jareth’s striking, ancient blue eyes gleamed. “Is none of your business.”

—---

“Sorry about that,” you told Steve as you climbed into the cab of his truck. “I had no idea he was coming over.”

You were apologizing for Eddie, of course, and the way he’d been giving Steve the death stare when he’d come to pick you up. The snow was coming down harder now, in huge wet flakes the size of quarters, plopping like dissolving puffs of cotton onto the windshield of the truck.

“Was he bothering you?” Steve asked protectively, glaring at the door to Eddie’s trailer while you fumbled with your seatbelt.

“No, he’s…he’s just a friend,” you said, trying to blink away the flashes of all of the sex dreams you had of him that were ricocheting through your head.

After Eddie had stepped out of your trailer and shut the door, he’d stood on your porch for a minute, taking his time to light a cigarette before slowly making his way over to his place. He made eye contact with Steve a few times through the windsheild, wondering if he should kill him.

The inside of Steve’s big old truck was warm, it smelled like winter wool and the yellow vanilla car freshener he had hanging from the radio knob. The song Working Man by Rush played low from the speakers.

You’d heard about the Werewolves of Hawkins from Bob and Argyle when a few of them came into the bar one night. Apparently, they were very reclusive and only ventured to town in human form every so often.

“Have you never seen a werewolf before?” Bob Newby, the owner of the bar you worked at, asked you with a tilt of his head and a curious smile. “They’re all over the woods. Beautiful creatures.”

He’d said it so casually, as if a man turning into a wolf and roaming around at night was the most normal thing in the world.

“Are there no werewolves where you come from?” Argyle asked while he wiped down a bottle of tequila.

You moved your eyes as if to think. “Uh, nope, not that I know of anyway. Hawkins is the only place I’ve ever heard of them ever existing before. What’s next? Are you going to tell me that Faeries and Shapeshifters are real too?”

Bob and Argyle exchanged a knowing look. Bob gave you a consolation pat on the back, “one day at a time there, missy. Let’s give you a chance to get used to werewolves first, and then we can move on to the next.”

That night in the darkness of the movie theater with Steve, you turned to whisper in his ear. “Can you change into a werewolf whenever you want, or only during a full moon?”

He chuckled, leaning in so that his cheek was on your head. He was so warm, you wondered if he had a fever. “When you’re a pup, in the early days, the transformation happens at the most awkward times. Once we get older and learn how to control our emotions, we can go through the change whenever we need to.”

“Like right now?” Your lips were close to his neck, breath tickling his skin, giving him goosebumps.

The side of his mouth moved against your forehead. “Just say the word, darlin’.”

Your hands fumbled together a few times while reaching for popcorn at the same time, and a voice in your head said:

This is nice

Steve is nice

Steve was a good guy who probably thought you were a normal woman who’d led a fairly typical life, and you worried you were misleading him.

There were a few times though, after the movie and on the ride back, when you felt like he wanted to tell you something, but then he would stop short. He’d rub the back of his neck and start out with, “yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” but then he’d shake his head and jump to another topic.

Steve cursed to himself at how bad he was fumbling the night, he felt like he was a goddamn teenager again.

The only thing he knew for sure after that night was that he liked you a lot, and more than ever he needed to cut ties with Jareth. He’d been meaning to break free from the politics of the pack to become a Lone Wolf, and this felt like the perfect opportunity. He was next in line to be Alpha, but it was a role that he had no interest in playing.

Parked next to the hearse in front of your trailer again, the snow had stopped, but it was up to your ankles now, and you couldn’t help but notice the light in Eddie’s living room was on.

“Here, wait, let me walk you,” Steve insisted.

“No, I’m good,” you were already on the ground, looking up at him across the seat. “If Bela hears your voice too close to the house, she’ll just go nuts again.”

You'd told him about your new companion earlier, and he looked at you like you'd decided to take in a pet dragon.

“I’ll wait here until I know you got in okay.” Steve said softly, giving you a nod. “Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?”

“I’m, well, I think–” you stammered. Was Steve about to ask you on an actual date? “I might pick up a shift at Main Vein tomorrow night.”

“There’s going to be a reading at the bookstore, and I promised Robin I’d help string some lights and set up some chairs. So, I’ll be in the neighborhood if you want to get something to eat or, whatever. I’d really like to see you again.”

He said the last part in a rush, partially hoping you wouldn’t catch it.

The admission made your cheeks hot under his steady gaze.

You told him you’d stop by if you weren’t waitressing, and at your front door with the key in the lock, you turned to wave at him one more time over your shoulder before slipping inside to flip the deadlock behind you. You closed your eyes and leaned against the door until you heard the rumble of his truck growl onto the main road, and then you flipped the lights on.

“Mr. Wonderful couldn’t walk you to the door?”

The voice made you jump and a scream caught in your throat.

Eddie was sitting on your couch, arms stretched out over the back of it, as if it were his trailer and he’d been expecting you.

You let the shock of it subside, taking a long breath to slow your heart rate.

You hung your bag on the hook by the door and started to shrug out of your coat. “You know, when I invited you in, I didn’t mean break in whenever you felt like it.”

“I didn’t break in,” he lowered one arm and rested that hand between his legs. “I know where you hide your spare key.”

“It’s not funny, Eddie,” you threw your jacket on the recliner. “I’d like you to leave now, please.”

“How was your date?” He bit out the last part.

“I’m not answering any of your questions,” you stopped in your tracks and looked around, suddenly alert. “Where is Bela? I don’t hear her. Eddie, if you did anything to her, I will —-”

“I would never hurt her,” he moved to stand up, and under his breath he added, “or you.”

“So?” You flapped your arms out, impatiently, blood pressure spiking. “Where is she?”

Eddie came forward and put a finger to his lips, motioning for you to lower your voice. He guided you down the hallway, ignoring your protests, until he arrived at your bedroom door and turned the knob, opening it slowly.

Bela was curled up on your bed in a blanket, breathing heavy like she’d just been dosed with a tranquilizer.

“She broke out again while you were gone,” he whispered. “Blew the bathroom door right off its hinges and came scratching at my door like maybe I had you.”

Your eyes went to the window across the room, seeing that there were boards hammered over it now, which was more of Eddie’s handiwork.

Feeling you softening at his side, Eddie pulled the door closed with a click. You were having a hard time meeting his eyes. You’d been so mad at him, so ready to scream and kick him out into the snow.

“She let you hold her?” You asked, noticing that you no longer had a bathroom door, Eddie must’ve taken it out to fix it.

“I'm charming, what can I say?” he shrugged. “And I gave her some of my blood from a little eyedropper.”

“You what?” You spun on him, appalled.

“Don’t sound so horrified,” He put his hands on his hips once you reached the kitchen. “They need vampire blood to calm their nervous system. She’ll sleep like a baby now.”

In the book you were reading, the author did say that demobats who drank regular doses of vampire blood seemed to fare better than the others, but you’d decided to disregard that information as speculation.

“In that case, I guess I should say thank you,” you opened the fridge and took out the Brita water filter and a glass from the cupboard.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his thigh against the counter. “Did that Steve guy try to make a move on you or what?”

You frowned at him. “Listen, you don’t get to invade my space and bombard me with personal questions. Why does it matter so much to you what we did?”

“I don’t trust him,” Eddie had his eyes trained on one spot in front of him, studying a patch of air while he worked his jaw.

“If it’s any comfort, I don’t think he cares much for you, either.”

Eddie’s head spun to look at you. “What did he say about me?”

“Nothing!” You clarified, raising the tone of your voice to match his. “He didn’t mention you at all, actually. It’s just a feeling I got.”

You took a drink, and when you put the glass back down, Eddie moved in, bracketing your hips with his hands on the countertop, caging you there while he searched your eyes. “Did he kiss you?”

You didn’t answer right away, and so he asked it again.

“Did he kiss you?”

The way his lips hovered there so close to yours made you swallow hard. The air between the two of you crackled with electricity. You waited for his eyes to go black, for his fangs to eject, for him to take your blood into his mouth like he had that night in the alley.

“Would it bother you if he had?” There was an air of pleading in your tone that you had not intended to be there.

Please let it bother you.

Eddie slid his bottom lip through his teeth and leaned back, stepping away from you. “I just think you should keep your distance from him, that’s all. Werewolves are notoriously…” he trailed off as if searching for the right word. “...undisciplined.”

You wondered about Eddie’s discipline, how hard it was for him not to go the rest of the way and claim you just then. To sink his teeth in and suck on that nectar of yours that he craved so deeply. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way the brown irises melted into umber and his pupils expanded.

You would not have stopped him, that was the final truth of it.

In that moment, you knew that if Eddie Munson wanted to kiss you, you would not put up a fight.

You would not pull back and ask, “what are you doing?”

You would just know.

“I changed the bulb in your porch light, by the way,” he added on his way to the door. “Noticed it was out.”

You did not turn to watch him go, you kept your back to him. “Thank you again for Bela and for boarding up the window.”

He mumbled something under his breath that made you look over your shoulder. “What was that?”

He stopped in his tracks with his hand on the doorknob, hair long around the shoulder of his leather jacket. “I said, you know where I am, if you ever need anything.”

Eddie stepped out onto your front porch and exhaled a shuddering, long-held breath. He shut his eyes and rubbed the heels of his palms into them. “Holy shit, Munson, you are such an idiot,” he scolded himself, feeling a sprinkle of snow again on his flesh.

He took a step down and then paused, thinking he should go back in.

Thinking he should tell you…everything.

Maybe you would understand.

Maybe you’d lean into his kiss and pull him closer.

Maybe…

But then the shadow of uncertainty shrouded him and he kept going.

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You ended up covering for Argyle behind the bar the next night while he went to California for a week, and thankfully it was a slow shift because you were still figuring out what alcohol went in which drink. But then a crowd of people on their way to the poetry reading at Robin’s came through, and two of them were vampires, so you had to get out the manual to remember which synthetic blood type to use in the various mixtures.

“Another whiskey with a beer back for the Chief,” Erica scooted up next to you and tapped your arm to get you to lean in closer to her. “Do you think he’s waiting for someone?”

Jim Hopper was in a booth by himself in the dimly lit room, facing the door, and you had noticed that he seemed very interested in getting a good look at everyone who came in that evening. He still had his uniform on, since he was only recently off the clock, and he was tapping his knee and chewing on the side of his fingernail with some type of anticipation.

You knew that if you got closer, you’d be able to get a better read on his emotional state.

“I’ll take it to him,” you said to Erica, and then the two of you talked about the movie you went to with Steve because she hated it and said she was angry those were two hours of her life she could never get back. “I can’t believe you let a werewolf take you on a date,” she squinted. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were looking for trouble.”

You moved around her with both of Jim’s drinks and winked. “I’m the one who’s trouble. They come looking for me.”

“Oh I believe that,” she quipped in your wake.

The closer you got to Jim, the more you could sense the yearning inside of him. There was desperation with sadness around the edges, and the hint of a familiar sinister urge, much like you’d felt with the Klemps all those weeks ago.

His eyes met yours only briefly when you set his drinks down, and then you asked if he wanted one menu or two.

“Not tonight, thanks. I’m waiting for someone, and then I need to split,” he nodded as he warmed the whiskey in his big hands and wiped a sheen of perspiration from his forehead.

Well, there was your answer.

You and Hopper both looked up when the door opened that time, and you were pleasantly surprised to see Steve standing there. Shoulders broad in his plaid shirt and his luscious head of hair looking wild from the wind outside. His face lit up when he saw you.

“Hey stranger,” you walked over to him, beaming.

Steve had been pacing out on the sidewalk between the bookstore and the bar for the past 15 minutes trying to decide if he should go in or not. By the way you were smiling at him, he could tell he'd made the right decision.

“Hey, you,” he gave a smirk and raked his big hand through his unruly hair a few times. He glanced around at the 8 or 9 customers. “Do you have a break soon? Or can I bring you anything?”

“My shift is over in an hour,” you talked as you returned to your station, waving at Bob through the serving hatch. Steve rested his elbow on the bar. “I was thinking I’d make my way over to the bookstore if you’re still around.”

“Oh I think I’ll be around,” he assured, tapping his knuckles on the wood, not wanting to sound too eager. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Erica glaring at him. She was not much of a fan of the supernatural.

Right behind Steve, a strikingly beautiful woman with short black hair and red lips strolled in. She had a long leather coat that she pulled tightly around her as she walked, and she appeared to know exactly where she was going, strolling over with ancient grace to Jim’s table. He stood up to greet her, and then they hunched across the table toward each other as if they were telling secrets.

You realized you were staring as you spotted a tiny vial of dark liquid in her palm just before she slid it across the way to him under a cupped hand.

“I’ll come back when you’re finished,” Steve said a few other things, but your mind had not retained them. “We can walk over together.”

“Sure,” you said absently. The mysterious woman with Jim got up and left after only a minute or two. Jim downed the rest of his drink, left a tip, and exited out the back, putting his hat on as he went.

A bit later, as you were changing out of your apron in the back room and counting your bills, you wondered where Eddie was and what he was doing.

It made you curse out loud, the persistent way your mind clung to him.

It was irrational and wholly unfair.

You wanted him to pull up in the GTO and tell you to get in without any explanation of why or where you were going.

The customers continued to wane, and Bob told you to skedaddle 20 minutes earlier than you’d expected, so you figured you’d get a head start and meet Steve half way. Erica flipped you off, playfully mocking the fact that you could go home before her. You snuggled down into your winter coat and pushed through the employee door that led to the parking lot at the greeting of a gust of bitingly cold wind. You stopped to pull your gloves out of your pockets and the door that could only be opened from the inside locked shut behind you.

When you looked up, Jareth stepped out of the shadows and loomed there, blocking your path.

“I’m afraid you'll have to come with me, love.”

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OKAY I am a artist and musician… I am short, quiet, puppy like, but also scary in a shape shifting monster angel ghost kind of way.. winter/snowy environment feels like home but I love to be warm… I like fruit..dnd..I have sharp teeth and like to bite on thjngs .. very big ghost Halloween and angelic lovecore vibes

I HAVE THE PERFECT CREATURE FOR YOU

sea angels!!! they’re deep sea organisms that grow up to 5cm in length but are usually around 2cm. they look angelic and peaceful but. their mouths

yeah

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i got inspired and started writing a random ass drabble for here, so heres the wip of it. it is absolutely not finished yet i am just tired and wanted to show off what i have before i go to sleep.

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Miranda touched the very end of her nose to Aaravi’s jawline. The subtle ridge of bone — grown into a boxy shape to better push water back instead of letting it catch and offer drag — lifted and fell her head with each tiny nudge, scales as smooth as river bottom rubbing against the tender skin and fine hairs just above the underside of her throat.

This was one of Miranda’s favorite gestures, a way to close the space between the two and look up at Aaravi with her puppy-dog eyes. Once, she had explained why. Aaravi had run her hand over Miranda’s face, permitted with a telltale enthusiasm, pressing her fingertips into all of the divots and inclines created by fused bone, exploring the details that she had only ever been allowed to watch before. And Miranda had told her that she couldn’t normally feel her all that well. She didn’t have skin like Aaravi did, a note given with a giggle and shoving her brow-ridge up against the meat of 'Ravi’s calloused palm, so when she touched Miri’s shoulders or her back or her limbs, she couldn’t pick out much about it. It was only when someone touched her face, with its thinner scales and with lips that could taste and tucked her teeth away into pearly dreams, that she could really feel them.

Later, she would also reveal this is why merfolk bite each other on the face, aiming for mouths and eyes and sharp bone brows. It’s safer than any other part of their body, crafted robust for its killing intent, but it hurts. And it bleeds. It bleeds as though the ocean itself was trying to flood out from their face, creating dripping ruby veils that obscured their eyes.

In the moment, Aaravi could only remember Miranda’s sister, wearing the thick veil that hid eyes that, she had been told, were yellow and orange and speckled through as if by clusters of mold sprouting around pitted pupil. Wearing something that seemed so much like hindrance, a martyr stitched together with threaded gold. The memory was sour, and hidden away to decompose enough that she might forget it again.

But now it was only them. Only them, and the unspooled bedsheets, fallen into before they even removed the slopping dressings of the evening. Miranda’s dress, if it were to be called a dress, seemingly too proper for such casual dismissal, flowed into and hid in every ruffled sheet and discarded pillow. It caught the orange glow of the singular bedside lamp, spreading across and over it in ripples and woven waves, holding the same texture and color-changing properties of the sea itself, strings of pearls floating amidst the froth. It still clung to her shoulders, her chest, but now parts of it were hiked up, scandalous, over the coil of her body, the sea monster haunting her own oil painting.

It was a different kind of mess to Aaravi. Her jacket was fully hanging off of one of her shoulders and several buttons had come undone on her shirt, her pants no longer the wrinkle-less expanse of professionalism she had received them in. The pendant on Hex’s necklace had migrated and ended up somewhere behind her neck, the rest of the cord haphazardly strewn over the top of her chest. If Miranda were artistry, then Aaravi was the bedraggled painter, stray hairs slipping free of their pinnings, still with wispy crusts of blood drying beneath her fingernails, one still digging into Miranda’s shoulder, the other wrapped around her wrist.

Miranda nudged her jaw again, running over the smooth edge where Aaravi always rested her thumb, when she refined the jaws of her kills into hilts for new knives.

#all the care guide says is 'biomass'

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encyclopika · 1 year

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I posted 445 times in 2022

That's 41 more posts than 2021!

119 posts created (27%)

326 posts reblogged (73%)

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I tagged 390 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#animal crossing - 96 posts

#animal crossing fish explained - 88 posts

#fish - 84 posts

#science in video games - 80 posts

#marine biology - 78 posts

#animals - 71 posts

#animal crossing pocket camp - 68 posts

#pokemon - 43 posts

#acpc - 41 posts

#art - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#what they should do is remake ingo's model so that he's still wearing his pearl clan stuff under either a new coat or his ripped up one

My Top Posts in 2022:

Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #164

Brought to you by a marine biologist who is very tired...

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Work has just been kicking my ass. I could definitely do like a seal and just lay around until I’m hungry. Unfortunately for seals, they have to get into the ocean to find their food (I just have to walk to the fridge). Despite their large size and agility underwater, seals have to contend with the fact that they aren’t at the top of the food chain and need to be wary of bigger, scarier things (like killer whales and sharks). Now, you might be surprised to find out that not all seals are built the same way. Today I’m going to use Phineas as a great starting point to talk about pinnipeds - the seals, sea lions, and walrus.

Phineas was an NPC in AC City Folk and New Leaf that gave the player things - either balloons or other cute toys or, in New Leaf, badges for completing some milestone. Unfortunately he doesn’t show up in ACNH, which is a shame, but understandable - Tom Nook now gives you all of your achievements and those toys are given out by Isabelle or some other seasonal NPC.

Anyway, Phineas is definitely a sea lion, *not* a true seal, and I will explain. So, all of these sea-puppy animals are in the clade Pinnipedia, which means “fin foot”. Pinnipeds are closely related to mustelids - like the sea otter and river otters we have covered - and the two are closely related to bears. So, if you think seals are cute and cuddly, they are the first thing, but maybe not the second thing. They can be aggressive, large, and fast, despite how awkward they are on land, and they have very sharp teeth and claws on their flippers. Give them a wide berth if you see them at the beach. Pinnipeds can be split into two neat groups - eared seals and true seals (the walrus falls under the first category, but we will talk about them when we cover Wendell). As the names suggest, eared seals (family Otariidae, sea lions and fur seals) have ear flaps and true seals (family Phocidae) do not.

There are also a great many differences between the groups, such as the way they swim and walk. True seals are much more adapted to the aquatic lifestyle than eared seals - their hind legs are held backwards and they cannot bring them under themselves to walk like other Carnivorans (the Order that includes lions, tigers, and bears, oh my!). So, to get around on land, they scooch about on their bellies. They are really great swimmers though and they collectively dive deeper than eared seals.

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Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #156

Brought to you by a marine biologist with a not-jellyfish...

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I think this is finally where I’m going to throw up my hands and say right at the beginning that I don’t know what species these are. I would need a lot more information on these comb jellies than what the sprites give me, so we’ll have to make due with going through this group, as fascinating as it is, and learn what features they might have.

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Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #170

Brought to you by a marine biologist and another we’ve done already...

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I’m totally fine doing fish we have kind of done already. I just hope none of ya are bored. Writing one of these only scratches the surface of information about that animal, and I try to pick a trait or behavior that I can expand on in general. Believe it or not, it’s only gotten *slightly* more difficult to find something to talk about in general...or maybe I just find every fish wonderful. Who knows...

Anyway, today I will cover two fish at a time because they are the same fish - the Red and the Black Wakin Goldfish!

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Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #209

Brought to you by a marine biologist with different fish, same name...

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So, today we will cover the Silver Arowana, and I know what you’re thinking - gee, that sounds familiar. Didn’t we already cover the Arowana way back in like 2020 or whatever? And, yes, we did, but it was a different species, and I’m here to be wildly accurate and complete in my coverage of all the fish and aquatic friends in this franchise, so here we go!

The Silver Arowana first appeared in AC Pocket Camp in June 2021 for Fishing Tourney 39 that featured fish named after precious stones or metals - so that tourney also included the Black Ruby Barb we covered just a few entries ago. The Silver Arowana is a mostly tropical species, native to South American rivers. So, it’s pretty cool ACPC released it in the summer. Makes sense.

Anyway, so we all know that there is a species of Arowana in AC New Horizons - I covered it already and found that one was the Super Red color morph of the Asian Arowana. Both the Asian and Silver Arowanas belong to the same Family of fish - the Osteoglossidae, or the bony tongues. The name is derived from a sharp, toothed bone at the bottom of the mouth that can grind against teeth at the roof of the mouth. The family is tiny, comprised of just the arowanas and arapaimas, for which there are only about 14 species. The arowanas are divided into two Genus - the Scleropages, which is where the Asian Arowana comes from, and Osteoglossum, which today’s Silver Arowana (Osteoglossum bicirrhosum) resides.

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My #1 post of 2022

Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #155

Brought to you by a marine biologist and another fish tied to a legend...

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Figured I’d go with this “mythos” theme until I can’t anymore or I get bored. Whichever comes first, really. So, today I bring another Pocket Camp friend who’s gorgeous pattern may just be its undoing - the Achilles Surgeonfish.

This is a summer time fish in Pocket Camp’s Saltwater Shores. It first appeared in July of 2018 and returned for the late summer to fall of 2019. Which makes sense. In real life, the Achilles Surgeonfish, or Achilles Tang (Acanthurus achilles) is a tropical reef fish, common around reefs throughout Oceania and across the Pacific Ocean to Hawaii. They are chiefly algae-eaters, grazing algae off of the coral reef, which benefits the corals immensely by preventing algae from smothering them. Just like it’s cousin the Regal Blue Tang we covered a long long time ago, the Achilles also has a sharp, scalpel-sharp spine by the base of its tail, helping to form the corner of the striking orange, tear-drop pattern.

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