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moe-broey · 2 years

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Kokomi, but what if. She was More Fish.

It seems like I'm not getting her this time either LMFAO, but hey! I still had fun playing w her design!

Some notable aspects under cut!

> Skin so pale you can see her veins, I played w the idea of making her see-through like some fish are. Wasn't sure how to pull that off LMAO so it was scrapped. Her skin becomes more scalely in areas, most notably her limbs.

> Wanted her kimono to mimic fins??? Like betta fish. Also on the inside pretend I made it pearlescent like the inside of a shell, isn't it soooo cool?!?! The frills are meant to mimic fins too!

> Gave her Inkling teeth. Felt right LMFAO

> Not sure if the stockings really make sense anymore, but I wanted to try to keep them and incorporate the style of her sandles while giving her Actual fins and webbed feet. Plus, you can kinda see that sick gradient!!!! (Her arms have the same thing goin' on, but they're mostly covered up by her flowy sleeves).

She's very inspired by some Precure designs and Monster High, which are both shows I have never watched but I've seen around LMFAO (actually, just realizing.... the Precure inspo might have been lost??? My very first design of her had pearls on her lashes like that one mermaid girl, but I swear there was also a girl who had colored eyelashes too....... hm.) (also. My entire exposure w Monster High has been through doll customs on YouTube LMFAO)

#genshin #genshin impact #this is actually a very similar case to that old corn i posted like. losing momentum and hitting a wall at the very end of a piece.#but i've decided instead of keeping her as a draft for a year i'm posting her as she is LMFAO #fun fact!!! the veins are inspired by the fact that i'm so pale you can see my veins and it freaks me out a bit!!!!!!#(mostly just my chest and under my arms. it's not super noticable and maybe not even unusual!)#REALLY wanted to lean into the monster girl idea though. so i gave her some more 'unsettling' traits.#i'm v sad that she doesn't want to join me. but it's also bittersweet as a barbara user and fan #it would be all over for barbara if i got kokomi. i'd feel so bad for it. she's a veteran member of my main team.#imagine being benched after everything you've been through w your band of besties bc the leader of the team is down bad for a fish 😰#kokomi #gi kokomi #my art

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simple-persica · 3 years

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May 11- Frustrated

#hetalia #aph thailand #hws thailand #mertalia #this one was fun!#I’m trying to experiment more with markers #I might’ve gone a little bonkers with the highlights #and that’s ok #gel pen my beloved #and I just really wanted to play around with a betta fish mermaid

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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kokichi meeting a mermaid s/o

all i used to write was fantasy aus a long time ago, so i got a little bit excited oops

i haven’t written fantasy in such a long time, it’s just romance nowadays - mod kokichi

- alright, to be fair

- this was not / his / world

- he didn't know where he was, but this wasn't his world

- when he was by the sea, playing in the sand as if he was a child

- he knew that something was off, even from the moment he woke up

- and then he met you by the sea, a timid and almost strange person

- you must've been swimming for a long time because he hadn't seen you on the beach at all

- even though the beach is completely empty today, for some reason

- you rose up out of the water, your legs dripping water for a few seconds, before they were perfectly dry

- he was a little confused at how your skin was so dry even though you just got out of the water

- perhaps you had waterproof sunscreen with a lot oil that just slicks off water, but you didn't look oily

- and you were wearing a whole formal outfit, including a satchel

- before he realized it, you two were making eye contact

- and then you rushed back into the water, as if you were supposed to be out of it at all

- but,, while he was staring at where you disappeared, a large tail broke the water surface as whatever animal with it pushed itself deeper into the sea

- that was,, weird

- no matter how weird it was, it wasn't the weirdest thing he saw today

- his phone wasn't working at all, and he couldn't contact shuichi or kaede

- and he swore, he SWORE he saw a large bird flying across his window

- but it wasn't a bird,, it just had the wings of a bird

- it was a person

- or a person with the wings of a bird

- so you running into the water in full apparel was not at all the weirdest thing he witnessed today

- kokichi was a little upset, because he and his friends had made plans to play at the beach today before school starts back up the next day

- ten minutes later, while he was fuming that no one shwed up, you arrived out of the water again

- your skin repelled the water as before, and your hair was dry before you even reached him

- oh god, he was going to have to talk to you, wasn't he ?

- s / o : " hello ? who are you, and why are you dressed weirdly ? "

- kokichi scoffed. you just met him and you were saying he was dressed weirdly ? look at your own outfit, god

-kokichi : " i'm dressed in my swim suit. what are you dressed in ? "

- s / o : " my marriage clothes. "

- kokichi : " you're getting married ? then why are you at the beach and not the church ? "

- s / o : " church ? what would i have to do with the church ? "

- kokichi : " most people in japan get married at the church, duh. "

- s / o : " japan ? is that your tribe ? "

- kokichi : " its our country ?? where are you from ?? "

- you sat down beside him, looking at his little sand castle

- s / o : " i don't know where you're from, but this is ******. "

- kokichi : " oh. i'm pretty sure this is japan, but okay. "

- s / o : " here, i'll prove it to you. "

- fumbling around, you pulled a paper from the satchel you wore

- opening it up, he noticed that it was a bounty for a person

- s / o : " see ? some witch named kokichi is wanted for murder, here in ******. "

- kokichi : " huh,, that's,, uh, that's wild. what are they wanted for ? "

- s / o : " no idea. i just know the government wants them. "

- you stared at the picture, and then back up at kokichi

- s / o : " hey, you kinda look like them,, "

- kokichi : " oh, so i do. "

- s / o : " so, traveller from this " japan " that you speak of, what's your name ? what are you doing here ? "

- kokichi : " haha i don't think my name is very relevant. "

- he was very confused, please pardon him being so awkward

- he's been a part of weird situations, but this ?

- alright, this was teetering over the edge of what he knew and how to deal with it

- s / o : " then what are you doing here ? "

- kokichi : " i had a beach date with my friends. but i don't think that's going to happen very much anymore. "

- this kind of talk lasted for about twenty minutes ( i'm running rather long with my words so i gotta shorten the scenes a little )

- did you know that kokichi was the same witch as on the wanted poster ? yes

- did you particularly care ? no, not really. he seemed harmless.

- you two talked about a lot of things, even your marriage you ran away from

- you were a captive for a very long time, and were forced to marry someone you just met

- of course, you managed to escape, but when you came to the surface, you thought kokichi was there to catch you, so you ran away again, watching from the ocean

- midway into your story, kokichi spoke up

- kokichi : " speaking of,, isn't it a little hard to breathe in the water ? "

- s / o : " why would it be hard ? can't you breathe in the water ? "

- kokichi : " i could, but only once. and then i'd never do it again. "

- s / o : " oh. i can breathe all the time in the water. air and water feel very different in my lungs though, so it's a little weird for the change sometimes. "

- kokichi : " why ? "

- s / o : " what do you mean, why ? "

- kokichi : " why can you breathe underwater ? "

- s / o : " uhm, to foreigners,, i think,, i think the word is, uhm, mermaid ? is that the word ? in my tribe, i was called a siamese fighting fish, or just the word betta. "

- kokichi : " oh. a mermaid. makes sense. "

- s / o : " what a strange reaction. have you never seen a mermaid ? "

- kokichi : " we don't have mermaids where i come from. "

- s / o : " we don't have you where i come from, either. but i don't react strangely to you. "

- kokichi : " you said i was dressed weirdly. "

- s / o : " oh, so i did. nevermind then. tell me more about japan. "

- kokichi spoke about japan, about the people there and the way of life. the good food ( although he tried to stay away from the whole concept of sushi, for your sake ). how school sucks sometimes, but you learn a lot so you deal with it. how the park looks so pretty at night. pretty much everything.

- in the end, you decided to follow in his footsteps

- s / o : " can i accompany you ? to japan ? "

- kokichi : " i'm sure you could, uh, but why would you ? "

- s / o : " well, i'm the only one left alive in my tribe. if i come back to the ocean, i'll just get kidnapped over and over again. "

- kokichi : " why don't you just go to another ocean ? "

- s / o : " it doesn't work like that, dummy. "

- kokichi : " well SORRY for suggesting something, geez. "

- you laughed, standing up

- s / o : " alright, it's decided. take me back to japan with you. "

- kokichi : " i'm going to be pretty honest with you right now. i have no idea how to do that. i woke up today and was in your country. "

- s / o : " oh, so that's why you're considered a witch, kokichi. you're not from here. "

- kokichi : " so it may be. "

- s / o : " i would suppose,, you just go back to bed ? and then when you wake up, you could be in japan. "

- after agreeing with your terms, he took you to his little apartment

- you fell asleep in his bed, wearing his clothes, completely unaware that that was not the norm in japan

- but, you weren't in japan, so there wouldn't be much of a problem there, would it ?

- except his face was / very / red, which you thought meant he was getting sick

- eventually, you two somehow fell asleep,,,

- , , , , ,

- he woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing loudly, charged on his bedside table

- he reached his hand to grab it, but before he could, he accidentally smacked something in the face

- holy shit, that wasn't a fever dream

- kokichi : " huh ? s / o ? you're still here ? "

- he shook you a little bit, to wake you up.

- s / o : " if you shake me one more time i will personally send rain your way for fifteen years. "

- kokichi : " alright, sorry, geez. "

- did he,,

- did he just bring a mermaid from a different world to japan ?

- he looked at you as if you were the most amazing thing in his life

- no one was ever going to believe this one.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #killing harmony #kokichi oma #danganronpa kokichi #danganronpa imagines #imagines #mod kokichi

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nire-the-mithridatist · 4 years

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babe ya gurl wants a reverse manmaid plz. brienne the manmaid and jaime the man.

The lore here isn't like the other fic because I want a different feel? I mean I never claim to be good at lore so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

•••

Jaime notices the woman the first day she shows up in town. Lannisport may have grown and changed, but a newcomer is a newcomer, and no matter the colouring or accent they stick out like a sore thumb. This one has the bearings of a tourist, at a glance. Not the insistent energy of someone who's staying, or the purposeful stride of someone who's here for business. No, the woman—all six feet and some inches of her, wrapped in a loose sundress and a light cardigan—can almost pass as an aimless tourist, but something about her is not quite typical tourist.

Nothing about her is typical, he finds out later, but the first day he merely glances at her figure, sitting under a parasol, sipping water, and then his work takes him elsewhere.

•••

The second day, Jaime comes to meet local businesses and talk about the town's annual summer festival. His brother is there, mostly as the main financier. He wears a strand of pearls, multicoloured and uneven, in place of a chain for his pocket watch. When Jaime mentions it, Tyrion's mouth split into a grin.

"This?" he asks, playing with the pearls. "Why, the biggest woman I've ever laid eyes on sold me this and a host of other treasures, yesterday."

"What other treasure?" Tyrion runs the town's pawn shop, and the work has clearly fed into his fanciful nature. One can only be so clinical around old valuables that carry ghosts with them.

"A handful of Dornish doubloons, some other jewelries, a sapphire that's the size of my fist... I could go on, really."

Jaime rolls his eyes. "Next you'll tell me she's a mermaid," he says, flippantly, though his mind goes to the woman under the parasol.

"I'm only partly exaggerating. She brought two doubloons, no more, these pearls, and nothing else. I emptied my cash register and told her I'd get back to her once I find a buyer for the doubloons. She doesn't seem to care. The way she's dressed, I think she's just happy I don't kick her out."

All these should be red flags, but Tyrion talks about it as if it's just another day at work. Jaime finds it ridiculous. "How was she dressed?" he asks anyway.

"In a nightdress from the 1800s, tattered and stiff with salt. I gave her something to change into. I don't buy a lot of clothes, but these are silk and designer, though not nearly as expensive as a doubloon."

"A sundress and a cardigan?" Jaime asks again, because he has to know.

Tyrion leans back and stops playing with the strand of pearls. "You've met her," he says.

"I've seen her. Obviously not a local."

Shaking his head, Tyrion gathers his things. "Careful, Jaime. I'm not saying she's a siren, but if she is, she will drown you."

•••

The third day, Jaime is walking back from work—after a fashion. Technically, the route from City Hall to home doesn't pass the shoreline, but he likes watching the sun set with sand between his toes. Most afternoons, he has his shoes hanging from his hand as he walks the line where the sand starts to get damp.

There's some sloppily folded clothes on the beach, a pair of sandals next to it. He runs into such things, but this time he's away from the crowded tourist area, and also, the clothes?

A cardigan and a sundress, light silk and designer.

A splash that's not quite the waves turns his head, and there he sees it: the same woman, naked this time, freckled all over with hair that can almost be rockweed, and a sliver of vivid pink that reminds Jaime of his old betta fish.

The woman sees him and ducks, submerging her entire body, head included.

Jaime waits.

She peeks out, frowning at him. She's too far away for him to see the colour of her eyes, but he can see her skin turning red.

"Hello," he shouts.

She ducks again and doesn't reappear. Jaime waits for a few moments, then decides to leave lest she needs her clothes and he's keeping her away from them.

•••

Days pass and Jaime thinks he sees the siren out of the corner of his eye, but she always disappears before he can turn his head and look properly.

•••

She comes to him, eventually.

She wears a loose dress shirt and tight pants that make her look like a dashing hero out of a bodice-ripper. The clothes are new. Expensive. Tyrion must have found a buyer for those doubloons.

"Good afternoon," Jaime says, ever the dutiful clerk, though inward he sighs the way he does when he finally can smell the sea after a day of being stuck at work. "How can I help you?"

"Your brother told me to find you. He said you can help me get something more permanent than a hotel."

"You're staying."

"I am." She lifts her gaze, and at last he sees her eyes. They are quite a sight. She could tell him that the entire Narrow Sea is bottled in them, and he would thank her for trusting him with that secret.

"Not going back into the sea?"

She turns as pink as her now-nonexistent tail, but she holds his stare. "There's nothing left for me there."

Jaime looks around. The other counters are busy with their own business, and the ceiling fan makes a sound loud enough to distract anyone trying to listen, but he lowers his voice anyway. "If I do this for you, I would be breaking more than a few laws, and I need to know I'm not doing it for a stranger."

"I can pay you," she says.

"I don't need your money," Jaime says. "I need the truth."

She opens her mouth, hesitates, looks around. "Not here."

"Your name, then, to start with."

"Brienne. I come from Tarth."

"Brienne of Tarth." The name settles in him just right. He smiles. "My name's Jaime. I look forward to hearing your story."

#manmaid au #prompt me #a reverse manmaid as requested

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sanjuno · 5 years

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Ummmm howabout a one piece time travel fic of your choice?

(1/32 SI Promptfest)

The sea is a treacherous bitch, and I have never hated being proved right more than the moment I realized that the undertow that drowned mereally did come out of nowhere just to drag my ass away from shore. How, you ask me at this point, did I know my bitter sarcasm was more than simple railing against my unfortunate circumstances?

The giant glowing sea goddess clad in sea foam and coral tipped me off. A smidge. Just a wee little bit of a hint there.

Terrible and majestic, the Ocean spoke in a voice like the waves crashing against stone. ‘My son will appreciate the help you canprovide, Occhio D Vittoria.’

“… eh?” I was understandably suffering a bit of a BSOD inthe brain, between the worldview shift required when a technical atheist meets withthe divine face to face and the oxygen deprivation. The Ocean then proceeded to slam me head-first down a whirlpool before I could even get a complete word out, and then pain from the bends set my blood on fire.

Needless to say, I was not in the best frame of mind when Iwoke up still under the water. “That’s not my fucking name, you salt-soaked whore!”

A rather scandalized clownfish burbled at me in shock, retreating into its anemone. It took me longer than I care to admit to realizethat I was actually breathing water rather than using a self-taught diving trick to recycle old air. Hard on the heels of that revelation was the notice that my legs had been replaced with a fishtail. Specifically, I was sporting the iconic ray-finned crimson-and-neon barbsof a clearfin lionfish.

“…” I stared for a good long while, trying to make sense of what the hell was going on. This was a situation that called for a witty one-liner. “… Well if I have to be a male-gaze fantasy trope at least I get to be a venomous one.”

… Eh, good enough. I always did have a habit of identifying the benefits of any given situation, and being neurotoxic was a fairly decent defense mechanism when all is said and done. Next step was movement, fairly easy to adapt to given that despite the surface characteristics my tail was still jointed like an aquatic mammalian.This meant I propelled myself with the vertical kick I was familiar with from when I still had legs rather than having to learn how to steer using the lateral movements of an actual fish.

Bonk!

“Mother of fuck!” One hand pressed to my brand new brain injury, I slapped the other one forward to press against the glass wall. Now that I was paying attention to something other than my new meatsuit, I recognized the not-quite-mirror quality of aquarium glass. “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking with me.”

I was in a honest-to-goodness fishbowl. What in the name of all that was held sacred did the Ocean think she was doing sticking me in a fucking aquarium? Was this vengeance for the time I let my mother help me clean my fish tank and she accidentally boiled my placo?

Holy shit I hopenot.

Pressing my face up against the glass I could see… wanted posters. In a… more-than-slightly-familiar printing style. Hm.

My fins flared out in shock as I stared at a wanted poster for Portgas D Rouge. There were other posters, all of them bounties for female pirates. Those, combined with the questionable taste of the statuary bolted to the floor, told me exactly what kind of situation I had ended up in.

I was in One Piece, I was a captive mermaid, and my ‘owner’had a fetish typical of the series’ stock of minor villains. A perversion that was played up for comedy during the build-up and action events while actually being beyond horrifying when realistically considered. I was trapped inside the glass, and swallowing back the surge of fear made me acutely aware of the pressure of what I presumed was a bomb collar around my neck. I had no resources, no allies, no clue what I was even doing in this world, and no realistic hope of rescue.

I was, in short, completely doomed unless the Ocean decided to take pity and toss a miracle or two my way.

BOOM!

Well, ask and ye shall receive… at least so long as the Ocean Goddess still has a use for me, I suppose. The water in my tank vibrated, the walls of the room outside of it shaking madly as what I assumed was a Grand Line style brawl grew closer. An ugly man, made recognizable to me by his inbred ugliness as a World Noble, flew through the far wall to crash into the memorabilia shrine. The posters and broken pieces of plaster flew up into the air.

I am Canadian to my core, and also a mouthy shit with no shame, so I threw my arms in the air and made like a bullhorn. “GOOOOAAAAALLLL!”

The man dramatically emerging from the smoke in a predatory stalk promptly stumbled as he sputtered. Two smaller bodies shoved around his knees to stare at me curiously. The view was a bit distorted, but it was hard to mistake those two particular children for anyone else.

Blinking, I took in the sight of Portgas D Ace and Monkey D Luffy in all their tiny, childhood glory. For some reason they were dressed in the tattered remains of tropical print sundresses. Which really did not make me feel any better about how they had managed to end up in the same room as my cage. Then I lifted my gaze to the adult accompanying them and felt my eye twitch.

It was an adult version of Ace, tattooed front and back with an elaborate phoenix-and-wave design that I had never managed to draw out quite to my satisfaction. Well, at least if I had to be a victimized minority in One Piece I was in a fix-it AU and now I knew how to create a situation where I could make the most of it.

“Hi, Riot!” I waved cheerfully, hoping against hope that anime physics would come into play and let my voice carry through the glass. “Could you be a dear and get the key to this bomb collar before you completely destroy that asshole’s everything?”

“Hi, Pretty Fish Lady!” Luffy waved back, and oh, look at that. There were den-den mushi installed on either side of the glass for easy communication. That made better sense. “Do you know my big brother?”

“I saw him be born! A real firecracker, your big brother.” Technically I am actually telling thetruth, which is great because Luffy is oddly perceptive about things like that. Riot gave me a sharp look, and I winked at him trying to mime holding a crystal ball, hoping he would pick up on the wording and… yeah, there it was. Thank you for your reputation, Madame Sharkey, and let us all hope I never get called out on borrowing it.

“Stop right there, pirate scum!” The man who rushed at Riot was dressed in white, and… yep. There was that sand-blasted awful coat with the hideous epaulettes.

Carnage ensued. The glass of my tank got broken as Riot’s fight with the Noble’s Marine bodyguard ramped up, and I had a terrifying flashback to the time my five gallon tank got shoved off the table and broken glass sliced my betta in half. Luck and possible divine intervention allowed everyone involved in the confusion to avoid gaining a serious injury from the glass shards. Ace proved that his pick pocketing skills were still sharp when he rushed over to me with a stupidly elaborate key ring in hand.

Key in lock and turn and yes! Free!

I ripped the collar away from my neck as soon as the clasp popped loose, glaring at the Noble only just managing to pull himself free of the pile of debris Riot had buried him in. He needed to be buried deeper and I needed my fucking legs back!

A lurch, like when your gut drops out from under you on a roller coaster.

“HA! Feet! Score one for maturity!” I am a very mature and poised individual indeed. Ask anyone. I am also really glad for the worldbuilding that means despite being a mermaid, as an adult I can have feet whenever I need them. Certain people just really need a good curb-stomping, and it is hard to deliver such without heels to slam down into tender places.

I might also have fed the Noble the bomb collar. After arming it. In retrospect, I have no idea how I managed to avoid making a horrid mess of myself.

… Honestly I think I just got caught up in the moment. Also I have a very low empathy score and a duty to future generations to remove certain bad influences from the gene pool. Especially when said bad influences make creepy comments about small children and their ‘uses’.

Noting that Riot seemed to be finishing up his fight, I grabbed one of the wrap dresses from the wreckage of the armoire and cinched it tight, vowing to change into something with a less tainted providence at the first available opportunity. Then I slung the children over my shoulders like particularly vocal grain sacks and headed for the stairs. Predictably, things started to explode as Riot put the Marine down for good. I was already up on the deck with my wiggling burdens by the time a massive fireball chewed through most of the Noble’s ostentatiously gaudy ship.

Riot emerged from the flames, predictably unscathed, and the Marine was nowhere to be seen. He stared at me, I stared back at him, and Luffy whined into my shoulder-blade about me not letting him watch the end of the fight. “You’re a mean Fish Lady.”

“Little fry should not be fighting sharks.” I told the youngest boy even as I tossed Ace at his older counterpart and re-secured Luffy before he could slip free. “Salut, cousin. I appreciate the assist and the chance to get my own back. Although I do hope you have an escape route in mind.”

“My ship is right there.” Riot caught Ace without pausing stride and motioned to where a galleon flying a jolly roger was pulling up broadside to the rapidly burning vessel. The light from the flames made it easy to see Riot frown, his entirely understandable distrust of strangers warring with the reality of the situation I was in when he found me. “… Are you comingalong?”

“If you don’t mind the company.” I smiled at him as we began to move towards the pirate ship and pulled the one bounty poster I had made a point of picking up out of my pocket. “It’d be nice to get to know Miss Rouge’s sons.”

Riot flicked another searching look at me while Ace gaped at the picture of his mother. It was probably the first time the kid had seen her face. Hells bells, they were young. I still had a decade on Riot at this point in his life, more than twice that on Ace and Luffy. Still, time to make the most of being the eldest.

“The name’s Occhio D Vittoria, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” … Aw fuck no. That was not my name. The Ocean was still playing silly buggers and I did not appreciate the sudden re-branding at all.

… Oh shit, maybe the D stood for Drowned.

#sanjuno's ficwork #one piece fanfic #wildfire riot #wildfire hearts #portgas d ace #portgas d riot #monkey d luffy #occhio d vittoria #si promptfest #heave a sigh and a wish for me #si oc #violent mermaids are the best mermaids

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