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#CT! Captain Asriel Dreemurr
marilynsweet · 6 years
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-A Mermaid’s Kiss-
“It’s said a kiss from a mermaid can save a sailor from drowning”
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So I know this looks really similar to “Under the Surface” but I wanted to draw underwater kisses again.
Caribbeantale! AU and Caribbeantale! Frostbite belongs to me.
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crazy--tale · 6 years
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*what a crybaby*
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marilynsweet · 6 years
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-A Pirate’s Life For Me.-
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Caribbeantale! AU belongs to me.
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marilynsweet · 6 years
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Sharkbait.
“*DON’T STEP ON THE BLOODY CAT, HE’S THE REASON YOU DON’T HAVE RATS IN YOUR BED AT NIGHT!”
Frisk held the kitten close to their chest, the bright orange fur slick with mud and saltwater.
Asriel had found the little bugger at least a week ago, and full well knew that Frisk had a soft side for animals. They themself had a snake, who was kept securely in a glass tank, much smaller than the one that used to occupy the deck.
Asriel, in his naming glory, had called the cat Sharkbait. They’d found him clinging to the shreds of wood remaining on a shipwreck, which was still ablaze. They’d searched for survivors, found none, but found this cat, who had melted the Captain’s heart.
Sharkbait has proved to be an adept hunter, even dropping rats at Frisk’s boots.
And the crew never seemed to be careful about stepping on the poor creature.
Frostbite had taken a liking to this little cat, as well. Though she was sure the cat liked the Captain a lot more. He had a habit of hiding under his hat.
Frisk huffed, placing the shaking kitten on their shoulder and watching the crew scramble to return to their jobs, muttering curses under their breaths. Thought they knew better than to insult the Quartermaster, or risk walking the plank.
The door to their right opened, and Frisk perked at the voice that followed.
“Nobody watching for Sharkbait again?”
“*They stepped on his tail, nearly got his back. If they paralyze the poor kit...”
Asriel scratched the kitten between the ears.
“*How’s Frostbite doing?”
“Her lashes are healing some, though they might be infected. Damn that other Captain. Whipped her ninety times for spitting in his face because of his own attempts at seduction.”
Frisk noticed his hands curling into fists.
“*We made it out alive and got our ship back, and nobody died, that should count for something, right?”
Asriel nodded, though didn’t look them in the face, watching the water on the horizon.
“*Should we make port soon?”
“Depends on supplies.”
Frisk didn’t like how blunt his tone was.
“*Something wrong?”
“Other than me wanting to wring a certain Captain’s neck, I’m fine.”
And with that, Asriel returned to the Captain’s quarters.
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