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royalreef · 1 year

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@chaosmultiverse || Continued from here.

“Dahlia,” she repeats again, more insistent now. The subtle sternness of the word, of the name folded against her tongue, shows in the flexing of her lips, the way she forms the sound against the harder wavebreakers of her teeth. Up this close, it’s harder to miss these details. There is no way the eye can’t see the shine on each and every one of those perfect ivory implements, their serrated edges speaking of what they could so easily do to anything caught within those rending jaws. Her gums, lining those fangs, are a soft grey-purple, strange to see as it fades into the pale yellow of her skin and then the pink flush of her lips and scales. The same color is inherited by her forked tongue, which moves with liquid grace as she breathes Dahlia’s name, cupping both of its tips around the syllables that form there.

Behind that, Dahlia can see the golden chain of one of Miranda’s accessories, a scarf that cups her lower jaw as if tied there, ends weighted down with jewels that gleam in tandem with its gilded edges. The gemstones sway in the air as Miranda speaks, more to catch the light, and more to draw her eyes back in to Miranda’s face, to the fine curves of muscle and bone that make up her every expression. It is not too hard to remember that she is an apex predator here, though surely she steals breath for more than just one reason alone.

Up this close, she smells like the sea, like great open beaches and the ebb and flow of the waves and the seafoam tossed high into the air as if in celebration and the white gulls that weave around it like lasting comments. There is an equal breath of strawberry, of scented soaps and perfumes and lotions, things that come with wealth and with care and with great baths to soak it into her scales so that she might cover up that eternal smell of the ocean itself. If Dahlia were to lean in, she might smell more, might catch the sharp scent of something almost metallic, but Miranda does not get that close. She doesn’t have to, when Dahlia can see her pulse, right below the soft underside of Miranda’s jaw, thrumming and alive and primal. It feels almost too intimate to watch, twitching against one of the few places where Miranda’s scales thin.

“I am going to have to... leave out, for a while. I do not know-... I am not quite sure-... No, just- It is Merkingdom business. I will be back at the Royal Palace. Please do not panic, if you cannot get in touch with me.”

#Glory and Gore || IC #chaosmultiverse #A face like an iron fist that I could never resist || Dahlia x Miranda ( chaosmultiverse )#(( and we take a brief detour from the gay gaze for miranda to lie by omission

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royalreef · 7 months

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@chaosmultiverse inquired: [ pillow ] sender offering receiver to use them as a pillow - Dahila Caring prompts - Accepting

Miranda always feels like she should be heavier than she actually does. Her head is large, and mostly bone and muscle and neural tissue to top off what remained, and built like a brick, so the commonsensical thing would be to assume that she should feel like one. That she would feel as heavy as she was solid, that everything would weigh down with a brilliant density that it would be hard to lift her up.

But that's never true, is it? When Miranda rests her head against the curl of Dahlia's bicep, her chin perfectly fitting on top of the curve of muscle, she's so much lighter than she should be, than is reasonable. There's still a weight to her, a presence, but a subtle off-ness as well. Something being wrong, but wrong in the way that's hard to place, hard to name. Everything looks fine. Miranda acts the same as always, for better or for worse. It's just the feeling, and the feeling has always been there too, but it's disquieting, something that's just impossible to get used to, to try and make the brain register what it's sensing as real in any meaningful way.

Miranda exhales, and Dahlia can feel the bob of Miranda's throat, the tender place just under her lower jaw where it moves the most, feel the faint breeze that comes from Miranda's gills instead of her nose. She's tried to close them as much as possible, but with how large their blood-rich innards are, she never has much luck with that. As always, everything about her is out of place in one way or another.

"I merely need to rest my head for a little while. That is all," she states, afterthought. She's looking up at Dahlia, and this close, it's hard to miss the intensity of her eyes, of the breathtaking surreal turquoise set there in her gaze. It stands out so starkly against her scales, her pupils rounded in this moment, and yet not doing anything to close the gap of comparison. "You could lay down upon me too — if you wished."

#Glory and Gore || IC #Dreaded rumors || Asks #chaosmultiverse #A face like an iron fist that I could never resist || Dahlia x Miranda ( chaosmultiverse )

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royalreef · 1 year

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@chaosmultiverse inquired: [ GAZE ] -Dahila Domestic Intimacy - Accepting

Some of Miranda’s people travel by the stars. They’re there, right underneath that blanket created by the thin surface of the ocean and the weight of the sky up above, and the stars pour out overhead like a spill, great celestial bodies laid prone against the velvet night, unable to be contained by the subtle curve of the great ocean.

Miranda is not one of these people. They are nomadic, the backbone of the Merkingdom and the bringers of their great bounties, but they are the thin slice of the nomadic communities that live so close to the surface. There are things there to find, resources to sequester and bring down to the depths so that the rest of the kingdom could run their gears, but that isn’t most merfolk. The sky vanishes quickly, even after the distance that even a landfolk might dive. Merfolk dream of the stars, but most of them have never seen such things, and for the longest time, Miranda was among them.

She’s not even looking at Dahlia. That’s the funny part, as Miranda curls up on herself, feeling the cool breeze of coming spring on her scales, head craned up at the sky. Not once have her eyes wandered down to Dahlia, laying beside her, her heartbeat in Miranda’s ears just as much as the song of the early frogs. She was invited out here by Dahlia, and this isn’t even the first time Miranda’s truly looked at the open sky, but she still hasn’t glanced down at Dahlia.

There, in the pools of her transfixed eyes, shines a reflection of the burst open celestial whalefall itself, thousands of lights born against deepest black in a mimicry of Miranda’s own. She’s been that way since her and Dahlia sat down, and she hasn’t moved since, hasn’t said a single word. Every now and then, the lights sprinkled across her own body will flit to life, blinking out some kind of signal to the stars, rolling over her scales and her curves of muscle and bone and skittering beneath her clothes, waiting for some kind of reply. That’s not a language Dahlia can understand, though.

So Miranda lies there, trying to talk to the night. Trying to connect to something out there, something that some part of her brain is certain is there, something that she knows can see her but is straining to be seen back.

It’s been a long time. It presses into awkwardness, this endless silence, this total awestruckenness that leaves Miranda wholly and incidentally ignoring Dahlia. Even worse, it’s starting to get a little close to when they should move and depart, and Miranda still hasn’t done anything to suggest she’s thinking of packing up.

Someone should, probably, finally, say something.

#Glory and Gore || IC #Dreaded rumors || Asks #chaosmultiverse #A face like an iron fist that I could never resist || Dahlia x Miranda ( chaosmultiverse )

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royalreef · 1 year

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@chaosmultiverse inquired: “I see” Dahila How my character perceives yours - Accepting

“I... Dahlia is my closest and dearest friend. Right? That is right, is it not? What else would you name it, what other word exists for what we are? What else is it, when you dream of someone else’s arms, when their smile is tucked up inside your own? That is what friends do. I go to her, and I rely on her, and I need her, because we are friends, because she was the first proper friend I made upon land and that is what we are, that is what friends are for each other.

And, and I want her. Who does not want their friends? Who does not want to be held, to be caressed, to have another run their fingers beneath your chin and to tilt your head up to the surface and its pool of stars? It is lonely, being inland. It is so terribly lonely, even though I am permitted friends and permitted to know another as I know myself, and...

And the land doesn’t sing for me. It is quiet, and distant, and the distance between everyone feels greater without the currents to carry your bodies, and it is very hard when no one talks like you, nor wants like you, nor aches like you.

What am I intended to do about such things? What am I supposed to do, who shall be there to guide my hand, when I have never once lived through anything like this and none of my people have, and I ache? What is there for anyone to do, when you have such a need and it is desperate and feral and tearing you apart with the force of your starvation and there is not a single other person who understands what that means? When they cannot and will not hurt like you, who cannot even conceive of such hurt, and they would fear you for it, fear what you might take to satisfy that forever-hunger?

I want and I want and I cannot be satisfied and I am so, so terribly afraid of that want. I am terrified of what Dahlia might see, what it might mean, what it might be like to gaze down into myself and see myself for who I am. I think of her body and I think of her voice and I think of fear, fear of the spaces between, and I think of the death that hollows you out and leaves you empty and leaves you breathing and dead all the same, a body waiting for a conclusion like the waste waits for rot. I am left raving, left slavering, t’taey’hujj, gnawing over the bones of conversations so that I might taste the vestiges of their presents.

And to think that she is like me too! To think that she has people to listen to, people with their own lists of demands and things to which to be, things that I know and that I have lived as well! What if she becomes what they want her to be? I know I cannot ask that, I know I cannot demand that of her as much as no one can demand that of me, but everything hurts so terribly and you have to understand.

Everyone wishes me to be something and I cannot explain to them why I cannot be that, and so when they ask me they think I am being lazy, or deceitful, or do not want it enough. What does it mean, when one of us can become what is expected and wanted out of them, and one of us is just a failure, a terminal end that leads nowhere? I am so scared she will ask me for something I cannot provide, demand me be someone I can never be. I am so scared that I might be able to be that person, and that something is just wrong with me, that I truly am too malignant to do even that. I was not made for love. I was not made for a happy ending.

I have become a maa’tuugn, ravenous and insatiable, devouring and devouring until I turn upon those that I call my own. Hungry, and desperate, and uncontrollable in my madness. Lash me to the end of the kelp beds, where the water runs coldest. I wish this to be over.”

#Glory and Gore || IC #Dreaded rumors || Asks #chaosmultiverse #A face like an iron fist that I could never resist || Dahlia x Miranda ( chaosmultiverse )#(( miri could you lighten up a little-#(( (the answer is No. No She Can Not.)#(( ironically as much as she talks and acts otherwise #(( yeah she really does kinda. have a pessimistic core.#(( she DESPERATELY doesnt want to. but she does.#(( she's in love with life but she can't make herself imagine that its for her

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royalreef · 2 years

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@chaosmultiverse inquired: ♥ For Vera, Polly, Dahlia, Faith & "D" (you're welcome to split these into their own posts) Heart Chart - Accepting

Vera.

If we kissed?

[] Quickie. [] Tongue. [X] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [X] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you?

[] Yes, definitely. [] No. [XXX] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [X] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [X] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be…

[] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [X] You holding me from behind.

You are…

[] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [XXX] All of the above

You + me + room = …

[X] Movies. [X] Cuddling. [X] Hanging out. [X] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should…

[X] Hit me up. [X] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying

If we got married, I’d…

[] Divorce you. [X] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [X] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [X] We wouldn’t

Polly.

If we kissed?

[X] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [X] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [X] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you?

[X] Yes, definitely. [] No. [XXX] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be…

[X] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [X] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [X] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [X] You holding me from behind.

You are…

[] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [XXX] All of the above

You + me + room = …

[] Movies. [] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [X] Kissing. [] Playing games. [X] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should…

[X] Hit me up. [X] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying

If we got married, I’d…

[] Divorce you. [X] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [X] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [XXX] We wouldn’t

Dahlia.

If we kissed?

[] Quickie. [] Tongue. [X] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [X] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [X] Awkward… [X] Lol no.

Would I go out with you?

[] Yes, definitely. [] No. [XXX] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [X] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [XXX] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be…

[X] Hugging each other. [X] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [X] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [XXX] You holding me from behind.

You are…

[] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [XXX] All of the above

You + me + room = …

[X] Movies. [X] Cuddling. [X] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [X] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should…

[X] Hit me up. [X] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying

If we got married, I’d…

[] Divorce you. [X] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [X] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [X] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [XXXXX] We wouldn’t

Faith.

If we kissed?

[X] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you?

[] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [X] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [X] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be…

[] Hugging each other. [] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind.

You are…

[] Cute/Pretty. [X] Good looking. [X] Sexy. [] All of the above

You + me + room = …

[] Movies. [] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [XXX] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should…

[X] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [X] be studying

If we got married, I’d…

[] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [XXX] We wouldn’t

“D”.

If we kissed?

[X] Quickie. [X] Tongue. [X] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you?

[] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [X] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [?] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be…

[] Hugging each other. [] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [X] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind.

You are…

[X] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [] All of the above

You + me + room = …

[] Movies. [] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [XXX] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should…

[] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [X] be studying

If we got married, I’d…

[] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [XXX] We wouldn’t

#Glory and Gore || IC #Dreaded rumors || Asks #chaosmultiverse #Make the tide rise and wash ashore corpses of cyclops || Vera x Miranda ( chaosmultiverse)#And you'll probably be leaving soon‚ so I'm telling you || Polly x Miranda ( chaosmultiverse )#A face like an iron fist that I could never resist || Dahlia x Miranda ( chaosmultiverse )#(( unfortunately there are no options for darling for #(( what miranda wants to do #(( which is use him as a pretty face and then chew him up #(( where are the chewtoy options..............

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royalreef · 2 years

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@chaosmultiverse || Continued from here.

Her head pricked up, neck bowing in one singular, smooth curve to peer at Dahlia. The darkness did not betray the color of her eyes, and there was not light enough to cast a flame in her cat’s pupils, leaving the whole of her to seamlessly become one with the darkness. The summer night was hot, overbearing, with enough humidity to catch the heat further and collect as a foul soup against the skin, but she was still sat half-inside her sleeping bag, laid next to Dahlia’s. Her body was close enough that surely Dahlia could feel the faint up-and-down of her breath, the steady push and pull of her lungs, sucking stewing air that smelled like mold and wet into her lungs.

“I do not think so?” Her answer came, whispered as gently as an owl’s wing. The sound of crying insects outside was drowned out by the foul wailing of disturbed spirits, but even in this ruckus, Miranda’s voice held a private audience. Even here, waiting on sleep that would not come, her body laid next to Dahlia’s, she cut her own kind of presence, a hyperawareness that insured that what she said would be paid attention to. Volume had no impact on that quality of her voice, it seemed. Even muted, her body brimmed with regality, smooth and polished down by tides and expert hands. The darkness only suited her so. “I think they would be able to hear us regardless. They may not be able to hear us over their own noise, maybe?”

Her claws curled, running over the wood grain patterns on the floorboards and tracing their fine grooves, distracted. Dahlia was right there. Her body laid out, just a stretch away from Miranda’s grasp, curves of muscle and other things made all the more visible in the darkness, in Miranda’s eyes, in the absence of the burning sun.

Miranda was made for pitch of the deep sea, for the everlasting night that curled around her body and pressed inwards and obstructed all light from touching the ocean’s most secretive anatomy. Her eyes handled this darkness, far brighter than the home she was born into, with a remarkable ease, and so revealed to her the finer details of laying next to Dahlia. The ridges of her scars. The ripple of her strength. The flexing digits of her hands, moving with such an artistry against her palms that it made Miranda feel dirty, like she was looking at something she wasn’t supposed to witness.

A twinkling of blue light started up over her shoulders, like stars pressed into Miranda’s scales. They were too dim to be seen under sunlight, overpowered by any number of lights and florescent lamps. But here, in the darkness, they blinked to life, glowing in their dusty turquoise, shimmering and shining and echoing across her body in obscure patterns, responding to some emotional cue that was hard to tell, before fading and dying and returning to the darkness of night. Revealing only the approximate locations of Miranda’s body, where she might have been, disjointed and strange without the true shape of her to fill in the gaps.

She was trying not to think of it. Her eyes were wandering in the night, too curious for her own good, unable to will them back to more proper locations. It was fine. It was inappropriate and scandalous, but it was fine. Just don’t think about it. Just Miranda’s body betraying her again. Who wouldn’t admire Dahlia’s form? Who wouldn’t think a lot about her arms? Who wouldn’t be compelled by her legs? Miranda certainly had thought about it aplenty before, so being here, trying not to get caught, surely meant nothing else. Friends were allowed to enjoy the shape of their friends’ bodies. She just couldn’t let herself get caught, for a reason that Miranda did not know but was sure existed, and that was all.

“ ...... Do you think they might get tired of it, if they cannot find us soon?”

#Glory and Gore || IC #chaosmultiverse #A face like an iron fist that I could never resist || Dahlia x Miranda ( chaosmultiverse )#(( this absolutely works!!!!!#(( and cue miranda's ''this is a horrible time but i cannot stop thinking about my dear friend's body and how close we are''#(( ''no i will never analyze this ever''

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