#aquatic trill

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

Reallly messy WIP- I wanted to show aliens side by side for comparison (also I will add clothes lol)

#wip #but ok to rb #star trek #tng #ds9 #Louis art #sketch #Beverly crusher #Deanna troi #Worf #Jadzia dax #borzoi betazoids #rhino Klingons #aquatic trill

[quasi-normalcy]

#star trek #the next generation #deep space nine #voyager #lower decks #discovery #strange new worlds #picard #enterprise

[kit-williams]

Mermay: Tyberos

Also consider this a call for Mermay tags? Unless the normal taglist is fine

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

tw: blood, light body horror

Ophelia hardly came to the beach... she was content living so far inland... with her flowers and her bees... but she treated herself to a trip away. The early morning wind whipping her hair around even in it's bun. It was suppose to be a treat this year too... there was a shiver of mersharks passing by this year and Ophelia wanted to see them. She could hardly afford to go when the deep sea school of Night Lords came to the surface to sing as much as she wanted to hear them.

Ophelia slowly meandered her way down to the beach... but her eyes landed on all the gulls pecking at something large and grey... it had to be over 10 feet... from head to... tail! She rushed over scaring the gulls away as they had already ripped out pieces of meat from him... he had to be huge even for a mer... scars crisscrossed his entire body. His dorsal and caudal fins were rough and torn up. "Oh god... oh god... please don't be dead." Ophelia said running back to the cabin she was staying at and grabbing a bucket as well as her phone.

Mer's could stay out of the water for some time but the larger the mer the less likely he could support himself out of the water... though then again... there were stories about the heads of mer clans- Ophelia shook her head as she scooped up water not seeing the gathering dorsal fins and grey skinned heads poking out of the waves. It was early enough that maybe the sun wouldn't kill him yet? She noticed black markings along his back and tail... it almost looked like tattoos. His stark white hair was damp as she poured the water over his gills watching them suddenly flair and her joy turned to terror as mer's move so fast even on land.

Ophelia was screaming but she knew it was drowned out by the waves as the snarl from him was deep and gutteral as his black eyes darted around. Blood from face splattered onto her. All Ophelia could do was cover her face with her arms as she was being crushed by a mer shark. This is not how she was expecting to die... eaten by a mer.

Tyberos did his best to come down from his battle high as he looked at the human under him smeared with his blood as they were crying and begging. A clawed hand wrapped around one of the arms hiding her face and pulled back as he wanted to see it again. She trembled under him as her eyes were wet and wide as he huffed down at her just looking her over now that he had come down from his addrenaline high.

She was panting hard ... he looked over and saw the bucket nearby... he could hear the shiver calling to him from the waves. She remembered the warning to not make eye contact with mer's... there was something about their eyes... that... that were so beautifully black. Tyberos nuzzles his savior trilling and letting out a soft whisper, "Thank you little one... won't you come swimming?" He purrs as he smears some of his blood on her bottom lip. "Wont you make sure I can swim properly." Tyberos trills as he pulls himself off of her as he crawls to the shore.

Mers were horrifyingly fast and strong for aquatic creatures but Ophelia blinked as she was suddenly thigh deep in the water when whatever spell looking him in the eye did to her and as she turned his arms wrapped around her as they pulled her into the riptide. Ophelia feels bodies press against her even a few push their mouths against her own and push air into her mouth before they surface.

Well... she surfaces as they let her go and the shore is so far off... the ocean under her a dark blue... it's still early in the morning... she tries her best to not panic but she is not the strongest swimmer and when her chin dips below the water causing her to panic. Tyberos wraps his arms around her as his strong tail keeps him bobbing in the water. He's warm she realizes as she clings to him... eyes darting to the dozens of smaller shark mers as they get closer and a few wrap their mouth against her skin and Ophelia tries to keep calm.

She loudly whimpers causing Tyberos to chuckle as he lays on his back just keeping her on his stomach allowing his brothers to swim closer to look at his "savior" as she looks down into the water... eyes widening as she can see more mer's below the water. She swallows and lets Tyberos rub his hands on her face and eventually she feels the large form pull her into the water as once more she was shared air and kept warm by several bodies as Tyberos lazily swam back.

And Ophelia was back on the shore staring him deep in the eyes as his lip was bleeding but... it didn't matter as he kissed her hard. Pulling away with strands of saliva connecting them as he whispered, "Thank you." And was gone.

Ophelia thought that would be the end of it... and went back to her normal life... till months later she couldn't ignore the aches of her body... the doctors couldn't figure it out and in desperation she went back to the beach and went into the water. The cool waves rolling over her and as she felt relief... she could feel his body against her's... His hips meeting hers... and breathless as his mouth was against her's again.

Months go by and again and again the relief in her joints only comes from going into the water and every time it seems like he, Tyberos as she learns his name, is waiting for her.

Once more she lets them pull her into the riptide... but their rough skin seems to rip off her own skin as small gills are freed from the layers of skin they hide under...she can see how pretty the moon is from under the water... so clearly... and Ophelia remembers a story from her childhood... how the flesh of a mer is suppose to grant immortality at the cost of your humanity... and you have a realization that every time Tyberos had kissed you that his lip was always bleeding and his blood was sickly sweet....

Tyberos grins at the realization on her face as she tries to swim to the surface but she still has legs and Tyberos squeezes Ophelia until she is forced to "inhale" her first breath of water... her tiny gills fluttering as Tyberos rips away her clothes as the shiver swims around her some rubbing against her as she thrashes trying to get free but she tires herself out and the shiver swims off into the dark with a new member.

#warhammer 40k #mermay #oc: Ophelia #tyberos the red wake #warhammer 40k x oc #x oc

[desceros]

I actually need to know what does a turtle churr or chirp sound like?

short answer: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

holy shit long answer: ok so after i read some tmnt fanfic and was ready to write my own, i went deep in on this shit, ok. i wanted to know. what the fuck does a churr sound like. i was obsessed with the idea of it, but no, really, what the fuck does it sound like.

so i went and watched, like, hours of videos with turtles. they're actually quite chatty, which surprised me a lot. i'd always thought they were. i dunno. silent? silent-adjacent? but they're not! they hiss when they're angry kind of like a cat would (think when donnie hissed at leo), they growl when they're irritated (i kind of think of this as when raph groans in frustration.... it would sound something like that.), and of course the infamously hilarious squeaking when they're mating.

then i was like. fuck this shit. and i went and found a research article on the hearing mechanisms of turtles. (y'all have no idea how seriously i take my fanfiction.) in summary, aquatic turtles in particular communicate underwater through low vibrations. these vibrations aren't perceptible to the human ear, as they're meant to undercut other sounds in a river or whatever and still manage to be heard.

but that's. well. boring. in a fanfic sense.

thus, i decided to wave my magic author wand and say. ok. well. they're mutants. and they have to balance the land-water-hearing problem a bit more delicately than, like, actual turtles. so they still communicate with one another via vibrations, but it isn't as low on the register. which means that it's audible to a human. (bc i wanted it to be.)

so. turtle "churrs" as we read about them here on tmnt dot gov are a debatable thing. what do my turtle churrs sound like? i kind of imagine them to be very similar to an alligator's mating growl (example here), but less vocal and more on the vibrating. something you'd feel more than hear, but still catches the ear as a low rumble.

as for the chirps, those are real turtle noises some species do. example here. i imagine they'd make them when they're really happy. but when it's a more... how to say... erotic happy, i like to kinda. combine that sound with the wheeze oh my god do they really sound like that mating squeak that they do. so it's more of a... whiny, breathy, rolling trill, almost like a cat in my head.

so yeah. tl;dr the authenticity of these noises is up for debate, but i liked them so i made a fun amalgamation of noises to sound good in fanfic and that's what i've been describing.

#ask tag #i've lost hours of my life to this very question. and the answer. is that it sounds like whatever u want it to sound like.

[gender-goth]

SEAL NAMES && PRNS

[PT: Seal names and pronouns. /end PT]

🦭 Names

Sealie(y) / Seelie(y), Sean(e), Baikal*, Gray / Grey, Silver, Snow, Pup**, Cecil / Cecilia, Dorea, Kilo, Lucille, Harp(er), Rónán / Ronan***, Selk / Selkie****, Silvia, Sal / Sol, Sel(i)a, Sheila, Sully, Sead

🌊 Pronouns

seal/seals, sea/seas, ocean/oceans, mar/marine, aqua/aquatic, fin/fins, flip/flippers, click/clicks, trill/trills, blubber/blubbers, ice/ices, ice/icy, snow/snows, glacier/glaciers, swim/swims, pinn/pinniped, sea/lion, fur/seal, gray/seal, harp/seal, gray/grays or grey/greys, white/whites, slide/slides

*Baikal is a freshwater seal species

**Ronan means "little seal"

***Selkie may be spelled as Silkie, Sylkie or Selchie

****Pup is the name given to baby seals

#ִ ࣪𖤐 ; want me to kill? | asks #ִ ࣪𖤐 ; time to die! | requests #mogai #mogai blog #seal #seals #marine pronouns #marine names #title help #title suggestions #title list #titles #name help #name suggestions #name list #names #seal kin #marinekin #seal therian

[tekra-brings-the-rain]

i see many people drawing trill as aquatic which kinda works but consider: marsupials

#star trek #ds9 #trill #star trek ds9

[witchofthesouls]

I keep thinking about the Other!humans-into-Cybertronians. A lot.

Jack constantly sneaking around the base, spooking the Autobots like the ghost he is. June is no different. Absolutely amused whenever she gets someone to ruffle their plating with every random appearance.

Whenever Jack and Miko get excited, their wings start quivering and beat rapidly. When sad, they droop low. When spooked, they flare. When upset, they pull back with a higher flare.

Raf not only enjoys being carted around like a football, but likes tucking into someone’s side for a nap, especially after someone returns from a drive. He’s a heat-seeker. He’s the easiest one to find, usually in his pen, digging into rocks by the machinery, or underneath the computer.

Somebody save the rest of the Autobots whenever June and Optimus vibe on the same level. Like of course, the semi-domesticated mech from the Wastelands turned archivist and into a Prime gets along with the resident cryptid and the feral sparklings.

The kids are hot gossip at Jasper Hospital. There’s quite a few well-wishers and gifts. Miko absolutely adores the durable plushie/squishmallow that a floor worker from the Aquatic Unit had crafted and sent over. The Autobots have mixed feelings since it’s pale, has multiple faces, and many tentacles, and Miko really likes pouncing on it. The creepy thing causes a lot screaming when it propelled itself in the water. Joy from the kids; terror from most of the mecha.

Jack is picking up Neocybex quite well. He has the unfortunate habit of mashing different dialects together. It drives Ratchet, Arcee, and Ultra Magnus up the walls. Optimus doesn’t see the problem, the boy is learning quite well. (Orion Pax went through the same thing. Alpha Trion had the patience of saint to unravel the mess, especially when the ancient mech also had to bridge the Wastelands instinct with Iaconic mid-to-upper-caste sensibilities.) Wheeljack and Smokescreen, live on the edge and fear few things, cackled like hyenas when Ultra Magnus does an impressive spit-take when Jack, testing out more phrases, tried asking him for a ride. No child, not with those subglyphs.

There are many snapshots with the sparklings. On the ceiling, perched on the computer, cuddled in lap, in the makeshift nest that was once the couch, in the oasis, climbing all over walls and trees, deep in a hole, happily chirring in the showers, feeding wildlife, hitching a ride on someone’s back, and so on. (Weirdly enough, Jack’s pictures and videos have an eerie, dark shadow lurking at some corner. There’s no eyes upon the figure, but it seems to turn its uncomfortable gaze upon those that focus too much on it.)

Many times an Autobot had woken up by Jack’s face peeking down from the ceiling or Miko silently staring along with her giant plushie/squishmallow’s multiple, beady, dark eyes at the head of the berth. Yes, bitty, get in the berth.

The Autobots get used to Jack and Miko scurrying up their frames to peek over a shoulder as they hook into the seams of their back-plating or spinal struts. It’s easier to keep track of the sparklings, especially with Jack’s habit to suppress himself.

Never had an Autobot base been so meticulously clear, especially in private rooms. All because the baby Predacon will get too curious about anything on the ground and, due to the lack of fingers in Raf’s alt-mode, will nibble and take a mean bite. With varying levels of success. 

There’s an unspoken agreement to not give the sparklings sugar. Jack and Miko already have the zoomies. Just as there’s an unspoken agreement not to question too deeply about June’s work and habits.

When Nightstrike, the once Base Cougar, finally got released, the kids raised so much fuss that a trip was made to try to find her in the wild. Of course, she finds them. Never had the Autobots seen such an indulgent look by an animal as Jack and Miko trill and chirp at her.

Because Miko is Miko, no matter the species change. She had immediately darted through the Ground Bridge and, much to the Autobots’ absolute horror, dropped into the icy landscape of Greenland during a major storm. Luckily, they didn’t recover an icicle of a sparkling, nor did Miko suffer any cold-related damage to her frame, but it was time that Optimus was truly angry and kept her grounded right by his side for several weeks.

#transformers #Transformers Prime #tfp #humans into cybertronians #HUMANFORMERS #jack darby #miko nakadai #raf esquivel #June Darby #optimus prime #optimus #ratchet #Arcee #ultra magnus #wheeljack #smokescreen #my thoughts #My writing #creature #Magic #I need a name for this AU

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Ok ok. Hear me out.

Little brainrot here.

We will soon get to explore Fontaine and discover its underwater treasures, right ?

So, what about Foul Legacy with merperson!reader ?

I often dream about being a mermaid myself, freely swimming in clear waters, diving through algae and kelp forests while dancing with the other fish ; and, last night, I actually had a dream about this that happened to take place in Teyvat.

I’d like to think that Fontaine is the perfect place to meet mermaids, even though you can also see them in deep rivers, lakes or even the other seas that hold their place in the world. Foul Legacy probably found himself lost in these watery lands once, maybe while trying to get to Liyue. The only person he thought would be safe to stay with would probably be Zhongli, and yet the voice in his head constantly whispering how this idea is the only one he has left to follow suddenly quiets down once he hears the melodious voices of seafolks bloom all around him, most of them being slightly muffled but the waters they like to hide under. Like with everyone else, they tend to be wary of him, staying away from his monstrous form even though he can see glimmers of curiosity in their dark eyes. And, terrified at the idea of frightening them even more -he wouldn’t want to hurt such beautiful creatures by accident !- he keeps his distance too, silently watching them from the shadows, trilling curiously from time to time.

Now, I think merpeople communicate with a wide range of sounds, going from the entrancing songs of whales or the sharp clicks of dolphins to sounds so deep even he has trouble them, marvelling at how ethereal all of this is. This language is a little bit similar to the one he uses, and yet he can’t really bring himself to understand the nuances. This is why it takes him a few seconds to realise that the inquisitive chirps that echo not far from him are those of a merperson trying to communicate with him until his eyes fall upon their elegant silhouette.

Despite the fear of hurting them and the quite peculiar language barrier, our cinnamon roll of an Abyss creature lowers himself to bring his masked visage to their level. He almost falls into the water when their small, webbed hands come graze the ridges of his crimson mask and horns, detangling his fluffy hair and mane, droplets of water going still upon meeting the thick, yet incredibly soft surface of his purple fur. What he can only interpret as being happy coos and trills cross the edge of their salt-covered lips, and Foul Legacy quickly finds himself talking back with an enthusiasm that only matches their own, starry wing fluttering in delight every time their voice start humming a song. And he is quite surprised to see other merpeople approach him after a few days of peacefully interacting with us, their voices and tunes forming an echo that could mesmerise the coldest of hearts.

Maybe Liyue can wait, after all.

- 🫧 anon

🫧 anon i love you so much thank you for this delicious MEAL!!! also i am soso excited for Fontaine especially underwater exploration!! it reminds me of the underwater areas in another game i play it's soooo pretty

Foul Legacy could spend hours listening to you talk- of course, all the merpeople have lovely voices, but you're his favorite, being the first to approach him without fear. you, like him, are quite curious, countless questions always glittering in your eyes, questions that he can't quite understand. but even with the language barrier, Legacy finds himself basking in your voice, the familiarity of something close to his own language making him purr in delight, craning his head back so you can scratch under his chin

luckily Foul Legacy still LOOOOVES water, even if he's not an aquatic creature himself. it comes with having a Hydro vision, but he loves to swim and can hold his breath for a very long time!! at first you'll simply bring him items you found that you thought were pretty, since you're very much aware that some tales paint merpeople as vicious and bloodthirsty; you only ask if he wants to come swimming with you after you both trust each other, pointing to him, then the water, and tilting your head with an inquisitive trill. and if he accepts you clap your hands in joy, a beam spreading across your cheeks and webbed ears twitching happily. you adore the look of amazement on Legacy's face, as well as how bubbles float from his fanged maw when he attempts to chirp underwater- plus, now he can see your scales and markings in the sunlight too!!

i think Fontaine and Liyue are going to be connected, by land and by water, so if you must, you'll also show him how to get back to Liyue via the waterways of Fontaine. you really don't want to- it's been a long time since you've had such an amazing friend- but you know he misses the safety of Liyue like a fish misses the sea, so you'll take him to the border between the two nations and point out the way he needs to go in order to return. before he leaves, though, you give him one final gift- a luminescent seashell you found years ago, waiting for the right moment and right person to give it to, since there's nothing better than watching someone's face light up as you give them a gift. he's sure to treat it carefully, cupping the delicate object in his claws and crooning his heartfelt thanks, giving you one final lick on the cheek, which you greet with a kiss of your own before watching him depart with a mournful smile

Legacy turns back once, for a final glance, but when he looks to the sea, you're already gone

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #🫧 anon #i LOVE merpeople oh my goodness #i love the ocean and i love swimming #...the ocean also terrifies me shhh i am a scaredy cat #i think giving gifts is a part of mer-life since there's so many cool baubles in the ocean #what if you're the Hydro archon's servants and if she likes you you can gain a human form #aaaaaa if there aren't merpeople in Fontaine i will MAKE MY OWN!!!! #short scenario #other's stuff #good evening :)

[kingsholomon]

Super Species ~ ⭐️ (unfinished work)

category: headcanons

subheader: Demonic species, what are they?

(Send asks in my inbox if you want to know more!)

The demonic species in the devildom vary. What are the types?

Draconia (Diavolo) - A demon built for the heat. They are able to withstand scorching tempuratures. Their wings are heaviest and most powerful, and carry them long distances before the fatigue kicks in. Their body completely stops working in cold tempuratures. They are also prone to violence, and act upon their instincs more than any other species of demon.

Avian (Lucifer) - A beautiful species. Their plumes come in many different colors, and their mating rituals are like no other. Most Avian demon are based on existing species of bird, so some demons are blessed with the ability to mimic noises and voices.

Sea/Aquatic/Aqua demons (Leviathan) - Sea demons are reserved and they usually prefer colder temperatures. In contrast to Draconians, they completely shut down in hot tempuratures. If needed, they can cool down the air around them so it’s colder and more comfortable. While shy and easily scared creatures, they are cuddly and they enjoy soft hugs.

Insectoid (Beelzebub) - Insectoid demons are the odd one out of the demon species chain. These demons are more connected to their animalistic side than everyone else, and often behave like their insect. They tick, trill, bellow and hit their wings together to non verbally communicate. Usually insectoid demons are hard to find naturally, but there is some poisonous plants that could temporarily turn you into one.

#never gonna finish this btw #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me brothers #obey me swd

[leviathanverse]

Chapter 32: Doing a favour

You watched the dragon use its jaws to lift the dome of a bar off. You saw Zika behind Urogi's hind leg, hiding from the dragon everyone thought had went extinct 67 000 years ago.

You were shocked to see a dragon as big and majestic like it. You guessed that it could swallow one of the brothers in one go.

They were predators for all dragon species. Not to mention that they had all the abilities of each dragon.

You looked at the gate right under the seats of where the crowd was, seeing a red button. You moved towards it, and inspected it.

You heard the dragon hiss at you like you were some kind of threat. Zoha only snarled and used his body to shield you if the dragon decided to attack.

You pressed the button, and many roars echoed from the gate that had opened. Dragons of many species came out in a flurry of colours and sizes.

The Sirensong made a trill, and the dragons flew towards the ocean. Not only was it the ancestor of all dragons, but their QUEEN AND KING AS WELL?!

And they could control dragons?! Whatever God decided to create a massive dragon clearly knew what they were doing.

The dragons flew towards the direction of the ocean, growing smaller the further they flew away from this horrid place.

The last dragons in view were gone, only small black specks before vanishing. As if they were never even here.

" Who are you two, humans? And be honest with me, or you end up like the ones I had killed."

You heard the brothers snarl at her comment, her threat of killing you and Zika like she had done to the other people.

" I.. I am Y/n L/n, your majesty..."

You got onto one knee and lowered your head. You were not going to be disrespectful, you weren't raised like that.

Zoha hesitantly stepped away. As if he knew what you were doing was something to show respect to the massive dragon.

" And my friend is Zika Shi... We mean no harm to any of the dragons..."

" And the five Forest Dragon subspecies with you?"

You were shocked. How did she know about their species by one glance?! How did she know that they were a subspecies?!

You heard the five brothers growl and trill, snarling at her. You lifted your head and gave them the death glare. They stopped immediately.

" Red one is Sekido, green one is Karaku, blue one is Aizetsu, bird one is Urogi and the smaller one is Zohakuten or Zoha for short..."

" How did you end up in a place such as this?"

" Someone who betrayed my Boss's organization and words..."

You turned your head to look at her, seeing her lean in closer to you and Zoha. Zoha snarled and got in front of you, but you stood up and walked into view.

" The organization I work for serves to help and free dragons from hunters or get them out from being sold."

" And who is this traitor of yours?"

" I- .... Yami..."

" I see... So you have been betrayed by someone you thought you could trust, yes?"

" ..."

You said nothing and held your arm, looking down. It's was as if you were ashamed to say yes.

Zoha nuzzled you, and you rubbed him under his chin. His pupils immediately increased in size.

" And where is this Yami?"

" I don't know..."

" I thank you for your help in freeing my descendants. But I ask for a favour."

" May I ask what it is?"

" Help the aquatic dragons to their natural homes. Fresh- and salt water alike."

" I will... It was what I have done for the past seven years..."

The dragon hummed before opening her wings and took off towards the ocean. Right where her home was, you guessed.

You turned to look at the four brothers and Zika and almost laughed at the ridiculous hairstyle Zika gave to Urogi.

" What do you think, Y/n? I tried to make if a ponytail, but I seem to have messed up... his hair is also thick!"

" I- it looks great!"

You burst out laughing when Urogi's hair floofed out upon being loosened. He looked like a puffed up owl now.

You heard the brothers chuff and roar, laughing alongside you. Even Zika's squeaky laughs filled your ears.

You had to laugh it all off first before you could do the favour for the Queen of Dragons.

You had a feeling that it would take you all a while to calm down. Not that you minded. You had all the time in the world to complete the favour.

A favour from the Queen of Dragons that was thought to have gone extinct 67 000 years ago.

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#demon slayer #hantengu clones dragon au #dragon hantengu clones au #angry oc with a hatred for humans #the hunter assassin book #hantengu #sekido #urogi #aizetsu #karaku #zohakuten

[fardell24b]

On An Alien Beach - Part 1

Lower Decks – On an Alien Beach

Shore Leave on a Second Contact Planet... Cerritos had remained in orbit of Palanarea after the official Second Contact procedures had been completed at the behest of the Planetary League, the confederation that loosely united the world’s nations.

Boimler and Tendi looked around them as they came onto the beach. “I wonder if this would be like a beach on Earth?” the latter asked excitedly.

“Probably.”

“Almost certainly!”

“Only one way to find out,” Boimler said.

“Of course!”

Tendi then crouched down and ran her hands through the sand. She giggled.

Boimler smiled.

Mariner arrived on the beach and saw Tendi building a sandcastle. ‘Of course!’ she thought. She knew that Tendi wanted to experience sand that wasn’t like the sand on Orion. “What’s up?” she asked.

“I’m making an epic sandcastle,” Tendi proclaimed.

“Oh that’s great,” Mariner said with sarcasm. While Tendi was excited, Mariner knew that she would find that boring.

“I’m trying to relax,” Boimler said, “Before you inevitably draw me into some adventure.”

“You know me too well,” Mariner commented. She then noticed someone else arriving. “T’Lyn! Join us.”

“Greetings,” the Vulcan officer said.

“What are you doing?” Mariner asked.

“Observing my friends on this beach,” T’Lyn answered.

“What else?” Boimler asked rhetorically.

“Where’s Rutherford?” Mariner asked Tendi.

“I’m not sure,” Tendi answered as she tried to steady a precarious wall. “I think Billups had him doing something.”

“Right.”

T’Lyn looked at Tendi’s construction. She had to admit it was quite good for an admitted beginner. “Are you sure you haven’t done anything like this before?” she asked.

“No,” Tendi admitted. “Not even on a holodeck!”

As illogical as it seemed. Tendi had a point. Even with the dramatic improvements over the past two decades, Holodeck experiences were still a pale imitation of the real thing. “Of course.”

Mariner then came up to her. “Want to go for a swim?” she asked.

“That’s an illogical request,” T’Lyn responded.

“Why?” Mariner asked.

“You would recall that Vulcan is a desert world.”

“Oh.”

“The Vulcan fleet also doesn’t train its officers for aquatic duties,” T’Lyn added.

“Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Apology accepted.”

“But maybe it’s not too late to learn?” Mariner asked.

“Maybe not, but socializing on the beach is what I came down to do.”

“Sure.”

Boimler had overhead T’Lyn and Mariner’s conversation. It was too bad. He wanted T’Lyn to join in, if only to help tone down Mariner’s competitiveness. ‘Oh boy!’

T’Lyn sat near where Tendi was building her sandcastle. It was already quite large.

A few more officers came along. “Barnes?” Boimler asked.

“Hi, Boimler,” Barnes said. “I thought I would join you lot.”

“Really?” Boimler asked with a smile.

Barnes nodded.

“Can you swim?” Boimler asked quietly, hoping that T’Lyn wouldn’t hear. (Though one always underestimated Vulcan hearing.)

“Of course,” Barnes answered at a similar volume. “Trill has similar coastal regions to Earth. I even brought my surfboard.”

“Surfboard?” Boimler asked.

“Yes. Surfing came to Trill late last century,” Barnes answered. “Our oceans may be purple, but they work the same as Earth’s.”

“Sounds good,” Boimler said.

“So, surfing,” Mariner said as she came up to them.

“It’s quite exciting,” Barnes said.

“You don’t have to tell me that,” Mariner said.

T’Lyn looked out to sea. The waves were getting bigger. She turned to Tendi. “I believe the tide is coming in,” she said.

“Don’t worry. I have planned for that,” Tendi responded as she placed several shells as re-inforcement.”

“I see.”

#beckett mariner #bradward boimler #d'vana tendi #fanfic #lower decks #star trek #t'lyn

[p0t3nt1al]

P0t3nt1al’s Species ~ The Riadion Siren

Name : Riadion Siren

Plural Term : Riadions

Build : Humanoid

Main Dwellings : Deep seas, oceans, beaches, and shores

Height Range : 4’3 - 9’8 (Average being 6’3)

Distinctive Features : Horns being in front of the eyes and fins behind the head, easily mistaken as ears.

Main Info: The Riadion Siren is a subspecies of sirens that is known for their somehow confusing appearance; bearing horns that are near their eyes and having ear-like fins on the back of their head that can rise and fall like ears perking and pinning down. They are also known for their tails’ odd abilities, such as the weight distribution- as the majority of a Riadion Siren’s weigh is given to the tail, which helps greatly when swimming or in combat. Their tails can also shift their weight, for example, if you picked up a Riadion Siren with their tail lowered, the tail would be like an anchor- making it hard to pick the siren up, but when you pick them up with their tail up like a cat’s, they would nearly be as light as a feather. Riadion Sirens are one of the most vibrant but dangerous subspecies of sirens of their kind; being able to swim at speeds that are faster than a cheetah in waters, they can mostly be seen in aquatic environments, but they can sometimes be seen on land- as they can dwell on both environments. They are also known for their emotional sensitivity, which can be weened off by the siren itself, but if they start to feel emotions that can escelate (with this species, being Wrath, Rage and such), their eyes dilate until their eyes are fully black- which could put them in a state where they could possibly become hostile towards others, but it can be soothed by someone who is familiar to the siren (such as a sibling, parent, parental figure, friend, lover, etc.) unless that familiar person has effected the siren negatively.

Reactions to Hostility : May screech, hiss, or growl at the hostile opponent as a warning, along with their tail swinging slowly left to right and their tail fins occasionally jerking / flapping, in rare cases a Riadion Siren may grow in size.

Sounds : Purring, Screeching, Wailing, Chirping, & Trilling (plus an inhumane sound that doesn’t really have a word to describe it.)

AUs / Fics this species is/may be found (will be updated by time) : Camp Hamato & Digital Danger

Characters of this species:

🌺 ~ Hibiscus Sirini , Seen in Camp Hamato as ‘Hibiscus, Counselor of The Blue Beauties’

♦️ ~ Ceylon Sirni, Seen in Camp Hamato as ‘Ceylon, Counselor of The ?????’ And ‘Ceylon Sirni’

🌼 ~ Chamomile Sirni, Seen in Camp Hamato as ‘Chamomile, Counselor of The ????’

❄️ ~ Spearmint Lake, seen in Camp Hamato as ‘Spearmint, Camper of The Purple Ponderers’

🪻 ~ Foxglove Lake, seen in Camp Hamato as ‘Foxglove, Camper of The Blue Beauties’

🍵 ~ Matcha Lake, seen in Camp Hamato as ‘Matcha, Camper of The Red Rackets’

🍯🫚 ~ Honey-Ginger Lake, seen in Camp Hamato as ‘Honey, Camper of The Orange Originators’

🪼 ~ Stingray Tsunami, seen (and mentioned) in Camp Hamato {majorly in Camp Usagi’s blog} as ‘Stingray’ [majorly created by @summerblademoontime , who helped make Camp Hamato’s plot!]

🪸 ~ Koral Tide, seen in Camp Hamato (during ‘Shipwreck Shatter’) as ‘Koral, Counselor of The Entertainers’ [fully created by @summerblademoontime !]

#p0t3n1al! #p0t3n1al’s l0r3! #p0t3nt1al’s Sp3c13s!

[transhitman]

Aquatic mammal Trill btw. If anyone cares.

#I think if the worm is in the water the humanoids should be too.

[laurenscharhagwrites]

I’m pleased to share that the May issue of Aphelion is up. It includes my poem, “Little Brown Changeling,” which is about our dearly departed Otter, who we miss so much. Thank you to editor Dan Hollifield and the rest of the Aphelion team.

Little Brown Changeling for Otter

I found a tiny creature in the vacant lot beside an abandoned hotel. I thought it was a kitten.  It was kitten-shaped and mewing. I searched the dry July weeds for a mother cat or littermates

but found none. The creature was all alone, so I took it home. Having no money for a veterinarian, I asked a farmer friend with a colony of barn cats to come have a look. She agreed that it was, indeed,

kitten-shaped. No mites, no fleas, just a little brown bag of bones, barely three weeks old, fur brittle and falling out from lack of nutrition. I know now that she should have been bottle-fed. I know now that I did

literally everything wrong. All I had to feed her was dry kibble. I wetted it down to soften it for her milk teeth. She gobbled it all up and wanted more. When I could afford a vet, he agreed that she was definitely

kitten-shaped, and we scheduled an appointment to get her spayed. When she peed under my bed, I asked her not to do it again. She listened very seriously, nodded, and honored my wishes. Then, when I gave her

her first bath in the sink, her paws grew webbed and powerful, her fur grew sleek, her pipe cleaner tail thickened into one more suitable for aquatic propulsion, and just like that, she was a baby otter. We had all suspected she wasn't really a cat,

or if she was a cat, she was an absolutely singular feline. The other cats made it clear she was not of their ilk, and I will never forget how joyfully she splashed and frolicked in the water. For a time, her favorite form was a bat.

Around and around the apartment she sailed on brown wings, whipping around corners to startle us, tiny fangs glistening as she laughed. She never grew very big, five pounds for most of her life, but despite my meager ministrations,

our little foundling thrived, her fur becoming burnished and downy soft. Then came her owl phase, golden eyes blinking in the darkness, rotating her tiny bird head to smile at us. I still have a brown feather from those years.

When she was frightened, she would become a brown crab with a piecrust carapace, scuttling sideways, pincers clicking defensively, and when she was feeling guilty, she’d move in a strange, hump-backed shuffle, eyes paling to yellow,

a hyena. If you’d dropped her in a barrel full of regular crabs or a cackle of hyenas, I still would have known her. Her distinct vocalizations were always the same regardless of shape. She trilled and cooed

when she was happy, snorted and chuffed when she was annoyed, chittered to demand treats, and at night, she became a little brown dormouse, snoring in her blanket nest. I saw her become a rat,

a buzzard, a monkey, a raccoon, a salamander. Her body would lengthen itself into serpentine form, and we’d have a tiny dragon on our hands, belching tiny flames like a scaly brown Zippo. In the water, she liked to be

a mermaid, though more of the Fiji variety than HC Andersen, with her mashed-in face and sargasso hair. She was a sphinx, a fairy, an elf, a manticore, a banshee, a gargoyle, a squinty-eyed gremlin, a goblin, a Gizmo, a Gollum, the world’s smallest

Wookie, whatever the hell Grogu is, and Salicious B. Crumb. She was the rarest of beasts, and like all fantastic pets, the day came all too soon for our little brown changeling to leave us and go back to her realm for good.

One final transformation, one final conflagration, and in a little brown urn, we keep her phoenix ashes. Sometimes, I still hear her singing, and sometimes, she visits me in my dreams, and there, at last,

she shows me her true face.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #writers on tumblr #my writing #literary magazine #poems #poem #speculative poetry #fantasy

[pixiemage]

Through a Crack in the Void

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[While Grian has a moment alone, we get a glimpse into what he went through under the Watchers' care.]

{This story can also be found on Archive of our Own}

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“MUMBO! MUMBOOOO!”

Mumbo, who had been in the process of luring a pair of cows into a pen, popped one last fencepost into place before squinting out across his sunny island toward the shore. He could see the back of white wings from here, could see Grian crouched on the sand a few feet from the ocean.

“What’s happened now?”

“The eggs are hatching!” Grian shouted back over his shoulder, his eyes alight with excitement. He waved Mumbo over, and the redstoner was quick to banish the remaining fenceposts to his inventory to join his friend at the coastline.

Mumbo hadn’t been lying when he had told Grian he had seen turtles on the beach. A pair of them had taken to meandering between the sandy shore and the ocean shallows, which was exciting enough as it was…and then Grian had found a small nest of eggs hidden on the southern coast of their little island. The avian had been absolutely thrilled, his wings all aflutter as he babbled to Mumbo about ways to keep them safe, and all morning - now only a few days later - Grian had been sitting near the nest to keep an eye on things.

At one point Mumbo had even made a joke about Grian going bird-brained over the eggs, his avian instincts making him protective of them, and Grian had promptly thrown his pillow at Mumbo’s laughing head with a squawk of faux outrage.

Now though, Mumbo leaned over Grian’s shoulder to look and Grian folded his wing more tightly against his back to give him room, only wincing slightly at the way it must have irritated the injured side.

“See?” Grian whispered, excitement in his every syllable, gesturing to the little cluster of turtle eggs partially buried in the sand. He was right, of course. Two of the eggs were already cracking, their spotted surfaces marred with tiny fissures. Mumbo couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face.

“Goodness me, they’re going to be so small,” he mused. “How long d’you think it takes for them to–”

Crack!

It was almost instantaneous, tiny shell particles exploding in every direction. Mumbo reeled back in surprise and Grian’s wings flew up to guard him from the debris, and when they both looked back at the sandy nest with cautious eyes there were three absolutely tiny baby turtles trying to crawl their way toward its edge. While Mumbo was still trying to catch his breath from the rather startling turn of events, Grian was already dropping down to lie on his front in the sand, his chin resting on his folded hands and a pleased little trill leaving him.

“Awww, look at them!” he cooed, his face level with the tiny hatchlings as they took their first unsteady steps. “They’re so cute!”

Mumbo huffed out a soft chuckle. He tucked his hands in his pockets and watched his friend in mild amusement, his tie fluttering slightly in the seaside breeze. A small part of him - a very small part - wanted to tease Grian mercilessly for how absolutely giddy he was getting over baby turtles. But another part - a far greater part - was simply taking in how bright and joyous Grian seemed right now, especially after how rough the past few days had been. For someone who had been trapped in a place like the void for longer than anyone should have been, Mumbo supposed one’s perspective changed a little. Even the smallest joys in life probably felt like monumentous occasions for celebration. So for all Mumbo wanted to make another joke about avian instincts and bird-brained roommates, he let it be. Instead, he summoned his communicator from his inventory and switched over to the camera, silently taking a photo of the enamored look on Grian’s face as he watched the little aquatic creatures explore their new world for the first time.

“Grian?” he spoke up once his communicator was stowed away again. “I’m going to head underground to mine for a little while. Can I trust you to do as Stress said and–”

“Yes mum,” Grian rolled his eyes, rattling off the rules and embellishing a little as he did so. “No flying, no running, don’t stand for long, don’t breathe too quickly, don’t even think of placing a single block–”

“Grian.”

The avian snorted and glanced back over his shoulder at his long-suffering friend with a smirk.

“I’ll be fine, Mumbo. I know what Stress said.”

“Yes, but I know you,” Mumbo retorted. “And I know you’d have already tried to fly on your bum wing if Stress hadn’t threatened to literally strap it down until you’re healed if you so much as try to lift off.”

“I’ll be fine!” Grian repeated, exasperated. “I’ll be good, I promise! Just go hunt down that precious redstone of yours.”

“I’m not–”

“Diamonds, then,” he amended, returning his attention to the baby turtles with the attentiveness of a mother hawk. “Go find some treasures and get back before dark. You promised me beef stew for dinner now that we have cows, and I expect you to keep up your end of the bargain.”

Mumbo folded his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at Grian.

“Oh, it’s a bargain now is it?” he asked. “And what am I getting out of this deal?”

Grian flashed him one last cheeky grin over his shoulder.

“I said I’d behave, didn’t I?”

“Oh for the love of–” Dragging a hand down his face, Mumbo finally turned and marched off toward the makeshift mine entrance by the cow pen, a crude single-block-wide staircase that descended into the depths of the earth. “If you’re not on the ground when I get back, I’m making you eat raw fish for dinner!”

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Grian trailed his fingers through the sand, his eyes lingering on the absolutely minuscule creatures in front of him. The baby turtles were so small, their shells smaller than the palm of his hand, but they had a newborn strength to them as they sifted their way across the beach. They were alone, of course, their parents nowhere in sight, but from what Grian could remember about turtles - which wasn’t much, really, since they had only existed on modded servers prior to the latest update - the parents leaving their hatchlings to fend for themselves immediately after laying the eggs was fairly normal. Grian couldn’t fathom it. Avians - and birds in general - were far more protective of their eggs or their fledglings. Birds were known to guard their nests against predators quite fiercely, and avians were much the same. Leaving a newborn behind like this regardless of the risks - it made his skin crawl.

Mumbo had teased him for going into bird-mode at the sight of eggs, and Grian had jokingly protested the entire idea, but he wasn’t entirely wrong.

The hatchlings were so small, so delicate, so…vulnerable. Their tiny beady eyes blinked and squinted in the sunshine, not yet used to the light, and their little flippers flailed and fumbled against the sand as they figured out how to move around now that they were no longer confined to their eggs. It was like watching a fledgling’s first attempt at flight, but with less feathers and more water. Water, because as Grian watched, all three of the tiny turtles started to get the hang of their new limbs and started rushing toward the ocean as fast as their tiny flippers could carry them. It was like an instinct. Now that was something Grian could understand.

It was only when the last of the little creatures had vanished beneath the seafoam that Grian sighed and sat up, brushing sand from the front of his borrowed shirt and shaking out his wings. He got to his feet - no longer wincing when he stood on his injured ankle like he would have a few days ago - and meandered his way back toward Mumbo’s little starter base.

It was fairly well put together. It didn’t look like Mumbo’s build style - from what Grian could remember of Mumbo’s builds, anyhow - but that was to be expected. Mumbo had told him on day two that a friend of his, Scar, had been the main workforce behind its construction. It was simple, a two-story stone-and-oak structure with only three rooms, but it held a simplistic sort of beauty nonetheless. The front room was the largest, with a small kitchen area and storage chests and a table, though Mumbo had already begun digging out a basement to transfer his storage into temporarily since - apparently - Scar’s idea of storage space was “atrocious and unsustainable”. (Grian couldn’t help wondering if Scar’s chest monsters were less or more insane than his own.) There was also a slightly smaller room upstairs - one that Grain hadn’t seen himself just yet - that Mumbo had said was meant to be a bit of a workshop that would be replaced with something more long-term once he began work on his megabase. (A megabase, as if that was a normal occurrence here. From what Grian had heard of some of the builders on this server, perhaps it was.) Then there was the bedroom, of course, with the two beds and the bedside table and the semi-open walls. The fence posts that had been added a few days ago were still there, fitting in surprisingly well despite how spontaneous their addition to the build had been (though Grian had taken the time to craft up a pile of trap doors so they could at least cover the windows on rainy days or chilly nights).

It was small, but Grian liked it anyway. It was cozy. It was comfortable. After so many years of staring at obsidian towers and marble-esque floors and vast unending void as far as the eye could see, being able to stay in a house that had so much warmth to it was a lovely change of pace.

Grian slipped inside the little home and shut the door behind him, traipsing over to one of the chairs and dropping backward onto it. He leaned forward against the backrest and curled his still-bandaged wing in front of him so he could see it, his fingers straightening some of the feathers that had grown a bit disorganized in the last day or so. He squirmed a bit, his face screwing up in mild discomfort. The bandages were driving him crazy. Stress had come by two days ago to replace them, not yet deeming him flight-ready, so he still had to suffer with an itchy wing until she told him otherwise. The burns he had received from breaking through the server wall were almost entirely gone - save for his hands - and his ankle no longer hurt to walk on. There was still some bruising but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

No, he was healing well for the most part, but the most annoying part of all of this was that the burns on his face - the ones left behind by his Watcher mask - had yet to heal. They had barely faded, the skin across his cheeks and forehead still reddened and slightly painful to touch, and while fire resistance potions helped ease the discomfort, the healing potions Stress had tried hadn’t done much.

It was beginning to look like it would have to heal on its own.

Grian gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers in his feathers, glaring irately at the purple plumage as if it had personally offended him. (In a way, it had.) He wanted nothing more than to leave his life with the Watchers behind, but it seemed as though parts of his past refused to leave him be, clinging to him like a particularly irritating disease. His purpureal feathers, the occasional nightmares…the lingering backlash from whatever spell or magic had fused his Watcher mask to his face against his will.

Not to mention the questions the admin, Xisuma, had been asking him.

Grian forced his fingers to relax, straightening the feathers he had disrupted with a tired sigh. He knew Xisuma meant well. He knew the man was just trying to keep his server -and by extension, Grian - safe. Grian had been an admin before, and if he was in X’s shoes he would be doing the exact same thing. But the problem was, of course, that some of the questions that needed answering pried a bit too far into what had happened to him, and at the moment Grian wasn’t quite ready to talk about what he had gone through, let alone with someone who wasn’t a longtime friend. The rather embarrassing breakdown he’d had a few days prior was evidence of that. And then there was the one question that had been grating at him since it had been asked of him and left unanswered…

“I can’t read all of your player code. I don’t know galactic as well as I probably should. I’d like to ask your permission to have a friend of mine translate this for me, because as of right now I’m the only person who has seen the full extent of your code and I’m a bit useless with it. Technically you’re not on the whitelist yet. I’m not sure how stable your player code is. I don’t know if adding you to the whitelist would negatively affect your code for whatever reason, and I don’t want to run the risk of hurting you if it did…”

At a time before Evo, a time before the Watchers, his answer would have been immediate. If his player code had been corrupted he would have readily accepted help with repairing it. But now…with this…this wasn’t corruption. Grian knew exactly what it was.

When the Watchers had taken him, they had turned him into one of them. The process had been far from painless. He had been a player, an avian, and they had wanted him to be more. They had wanted him to be other. They had wanted him to be like them. Indescribable and nebulous, an amalgamous being of stars and wings and light and void and eyes and eyes and eyes. While Grian had managed to maintain his more humanoid form despite their best efforts, he had also come away different. The kaleidoscopic vision had been difficult to control at first, headaches exacerbated by both the overwhelming visual input and the abilities that had been “gifted” to him alongside it. And his wings - void, his wings. He had already been an avian before the Watchers found him, and he had already gone through the experience of hybrid manifestation the first time around. Letting his wings grow in once had been a slightly painful process - like growing pains but worse. It had lasted a few weeks and it had made his back ache horribly, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. But the second time around…oh, the second time around had been agony. Twice as many limbs growing in less than half the time–

Grian shuddered, letting his wings - his original wings - curl around him to shield him from the outside world.

Forcing a player to become something they’re not was a grueling process, and maybe Grian should have suspected that his very code would have been affected by the change. Maybe he should have known. But he knew now, knew that the Watchers had woven their own language into the very core of his being just so they could mold him into an imperfect recreation of themselves. Grian folded his arms on the back of the chair, burying his face against goosebumped skin with a groan. He knew why Xisuma wanted to check on his code. He understood the concerns. Hell, he was concerned too, he simply refused to focus on his own fears long enough for it to freak him out. But he also knew that if he let Xisuma translate the Galactic interwoven throughout his code, if he let X’s friend read the words that the contemptible gods beyond the void had carved into his very being, then they would know. They would know what he was, would know what they had forced him to become. Grian knew that tales of the Watchers lingered in the corners of every server, of every world. He knew that some - like the ones they shared on Evo - were stories of benevolent beings that held only a curiosity for the worlds they watched over, stories of creatures of the universe that gifted the creative and granted strength to the kind and only punished those who deserved their ire. But there were also stories - more stories, perhaps - that portrayed Watchers like the ones who Grian had been unfortunate enough to have met. Capricious and vengeful gods, all-seeing and powerful deities that saw players as playthings and considered themselves above such tiny, inconsequential creatures.

Grian couldn’t be sure what Xisuma knew of Watchers. He couldn’t be sure if the man believed them to be a myth like so many players assumed, or if he was the kind of person to hear mention of them and immediately grow wary or fearful or - worse - enraged. If X found out what Grian really was, he couldn’t be sure how the admin would react. He had only found this safe haven a few days ago, and he wasn’t exactly itching to be banished from it so quickly, especially when he had found Mumbo here.

Of course, Grian supposed, finally forcing himself to stand and stretch and straighten the borrowed green shirt he wore, of course he may not even have to worry about being whitelisted at all if he ended up leaving of his own accord. It wasn’t his first choice, to be sure, but he knew the Watchers were relentless. He knew they would find him eventually if he stayed in one place for too long. There were infinite universes and infinite servers they had yet to search through, but eventually they would track him down…and when they did, the last thing Grian wanted was for Mumbo - or anyone else on Hermitcraft - to get dragged down with him in the process.

He had already lost too many friends to the destruction of one world. He wouldn’t be able to stand it if he had to lose Mumbo to the destruction of another.

Or they could help you, a small thought cropped up in the back of Grian’s mind. Surely people have hidden from the Watchers before. And this server feels safe. There are no Watchers looking in on you here, cruel or benevolent or otherwise. You haven’t felt their eyes on you since you landed on that shore. It might be safe to stay.

Grian’s feet carried him to a window beside the front door and he looked out onto the tiny island, his eyes going out of focus as the idea marinated in his thoughts. Xisuma was kind. Grian didn’t know the man’s stance on Watchers, but he knew that much. He also knew that Hermitcraft was full of unusual hybrids and unorthodox players, at least if the crowd he had seen around the spawn portal was anything to go by. Clearly this server and their admin would be more open-minded than most when it came to a player’s background or species. The only question that remained was whether or not they would accept Grian when they knew what he really was.

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[A/N: Ohhh we're getting into Watcher lore! If you haven't figured it out already, I'm not fully subscribing to the "All Watchers are evil and they traumatized Grian" narrative. True, the ones who took Grian fit that description, but the ones we saw more frequently in Evo weren't unnecessarily cruel. They were cryptic, and they were mysterious, and - yeah - they "punished" Grian with the obsidian on his chests, but only after he was a little trouble-making shit lol. You'll learn more about their role in this story later, but I just think it's a little more fun that Grian's initial eagerness to join them still existed...he just trusted the wrong Watchers in The End.]

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[thecosmicsen]

the usual scent of sprigs of lavender & pine tucked in the young prince’s pillow drifts away as he continues his deep slumber.  snared with the sluicing aquatic depths of a siren’s alluring essence instead,  sleeping Jaewoo’s nostrils are flooded with notes of honeyed lilies,  earthy citrus and crystallised vanilla.  his brain registers a new presence in his royal chambers,  an undeniable fresh weight sinking down into his plush mattress.  usually,  the prince is poised with the unconscious instinctive need to yell for his guards and roll off the bed to recover his dagger.  yet he knows this is no threat — even as he lays openly vulnerable in between velvet-laden blankets.  somehow at the back of his mind,  he knows that scent.  he can recognise the aura of something so tantalising ethereal,  one that feels like rays of intangible soft pale moonlight filtering through the gaps of his fingers.  

a sniff behind the shell of his ear tickles him,  causing the sensitive prince to reflexively shudder with a small giggle.  this should have been his cue to wake up and confront the divine woman with the talon fingertips as she curiously runs the pads of her fingers along the curve of his clothed arm.  for whatever mystifying reason,  he remains undisturbed in his slumber with an echo resonating his semi-conscious state.  

do not wake up and ruin it all.  

obediently following the wish of his mind that clearly knows what is going on better,  Jaewoo blissfully tucks his top blanket under his chin with a drawn out sigh.  he almost screams with an eye-popping score when an arm is slithered over his waist but his brain manages to shut him up just in time.  

lord almighty,  she is hugging me  !

warmly comforted by the siren’s embrace,  Jaewoo makes a grunt of appeasement to be the small spoon in this position.  although she prods the back of his head with the tip of her nose,  evidently still inquisitive in sniffing him out,  his heart trills with joy.  

“  I have dreams of you when you do not come,  ”  the prince sighs in his sleep,  his heartfelt whispered sentiment being a product of his semi-consciousness.  

Inés peers at him,  brow quirked as she discerns what movement incited him to verbally express something.  her hand sneaks underneath his pillow,  attempting to fish out any tucked away secrets as her other hand soothes him with light strokes along his thighs.  what she finds is his tiny little notebook of poetry,  most sections dedicated to writing out his favourite quotes from literature he encounters.  

as she may wonder why something seemingly innocent is hidden under his sleeping head,  she easily recognises the handwriting of a young nine year old Jaewoo scrawling out his favourite quotes on love resembling the night’s sky.  now she knows how foolishly romantic he had been ever since his youth.  it enraptures her attention,  her arm tucking the prince to her chest as her eyes scan every tiny detail that he has scribbled in his notebook.  her pert nipples peeking through the flimsy slip she wears prods into Jaewoo’s back — the prince wholly unfamiliar with such a sensation.  within his slumber,  he flushes deeply,  the blood rushing between his legs as he is cosied away in this tiny new bubble that the siren encased him in on his own bed.  

this does not slip past her,  her palm brushing over his groin to test the extent of his growing erection.  toying with him,  she blows a puff of air into his ear which invokes immediate shuddering from the prince yet again.  from time to time,  she peers over his side to watch his peacefully sleeping flushed face in still attention.  

before the breaking clouds of dusty pink to announce dusk arrives,  the siren withdraws from the prince’s side in favour of poking around his royal chambers.  there are plenty of portraits for her to track his lineage and all the handed-down ornaments that he proudly cherishes in hanging displays.  the kingdom’s affinity for being the country of flowers is highlighted in the prince’s chambers with detailed pink and baby blue wreaths hanging all over.  his desk facing the grand balcony in which the moonlight douses its reflective light is his favourite spot,  evident in how it is still full of scribbled letters and strewn portraits.  some of the bewitching siren that he has recently encountered.  Inés can see how he has neatly annotated her with  ‘ the most beautiful woman I have ever seen ’   and  ‘ gorgeous long-flowing black hair ’.  much to her amusement,  the prince covered her pubic region with a puff of cloud and made sure to cover her nipples with her locks of hair although the curves of her breasts are still accurately drawn.  

then the endless array of gold-textured books in his mini library to explain the prince’s irrational night-time behaviours.  his dreams of chasing fairytales are exposed through his book choices of mythical beasts,  adventure mapping and navigating through the cosmos.  she flits through the pages of every single book,  eventually coming across his hidden smuggled book of obscene knowledge on intimate love-making.  this piques her interest even more as to why the prince self-censored the pictures with opaque paper flaps and how the ones with the most dented creases are positions that she had personally never seen before either.  

approaching the slumbering prince,  she crawls on top of him this time.  breasts pressed against his arm,  she peers down on him with heightened curiosity after gifted with newfound knowledge on who he is and what he spends his time luxuriating in.  

“  you are full of many dreams little prince,  ”  her voice,  smooth and sultry as ever,  elicits his erection to its full state.  “  my hope,  my heaven,  my trust must be,  my gentle guide,  in following thee.  ”  she directly quotes one of his fantasied sentences in his hidden notebook before giving him one last sniff.  

the siren departs.  

in wake of her leave,  Jaewoo shortly arises from his strange-tinged sleep.  unwilling to stir too much in case he was to disturb the presence of the other,  he is swift to realise that she is gone if it wasn’t all a dream.  stomach curling with nostalgic nausea,  he sits up with drowsy eyes and a cock heavy with lust.  swirling thoughts of undecipherable moments between his dreams and reality confuses the prince.  the balcony doors are still tightly shut but the air of the room is inherently different.  gusts of fresh air and the distinguishable scent of his siren still linger around him — the ghost of her nipples also refusing to depart from his tingling body.  

before he is about to rush out to his sprawling balcony,  his acute senses pick up the unfamiliar sensation of something pricking into the back of his neck and arm.  baffled,  he hisses in pain when the foreign objects inflict deeper pain when he grazes his palm over the area.  realising he has to pick it out one by one,  he unfurls his palm to a set of iridescent scales.  jaw dropping,  he doesn’t have to think twice about who this belongs to.  after all,  he has spent hours obsessively re-sketching and re-annotating the otherworldly woman of his dreams.  he has noted it all down to meticulous high detail.  from the sheer gold glisten of her skin to the piercing set of razors that seem to be her teeth.  

she was here  !  it was not all a dream  !

glancing down at his velvet-gold embroidered sheets,  the iridescent scales are daintily scattered all over,  now illuminating the rosy peach skies that dapple through his high windows,  Jaewoo cannot stop buzzing with enlightened excitement to know that his dream was not a mere dream.  now he has one itching question :  why did she visit him  ?  is it normal for sirens to venture far from their lakes  ?

he must find out tonight. 

it is agonising with the way how his day rolls on so torturously slow.  highly conscious of his position and being the studiously obedient son,  Jaewoo does enjoy his responsibilities and tasks that he has to undertake as a prince alongside his twin brother.  but today isn’t the day where he can patiently wait everything out when he knows the woman of his dreams paid a nightly visit to him in his sleep.  forget the fact that he had to immediately relieve himself of his erection shortly whilst the scent of her lingered in the air and on his cushions and that he deliberately rubbed his thighs against her scales as he rubbed his erection out.  

“  you are unusually terse today my dear brother,  ”  Taesoo quips with his eyes dancing with mischievous knowing light as the princes march down the gardens for an afternoon tea with a visiting ambassador.  “  is it a woman  ?  ”

jerked out of his thoughts of how he can replicate her scent with the palace’s flowers,  Jaewoo stares at him with widened eyes.  “  w-what.  no.  well yes.  I hate to lie to you.  it is a woman.  am I that transparent  ?  forgive me.  I hope it will not show during tea.  ”

“  no need to fear,  I’m the one who knows you best.  I do believe nobody else suspects the same thing.  if they do,  they all suppose you just want to go off for your evening gallop or whatever strenuous exercise that gets your excitement out.  ”  Taesoo shrugs nonchalantly,  shooing off a bumblebee with a laugh.  “  now isn’t the best time to ask about her but you will promise to tell me later,  yes  ?  ”

“  of course,  ”  Jaewoo can easily blurt out since he still in the process of figuring out Inés’ history so there isn’t a tremendous amount to divulge.  “  I’ve only just met her but she is out of this world... there is still so much I need to learn about her.  ”   and I got her scales in a jewellery pouch that I jerked off to last night.

Taesoo seems to clue in the out of the world notion unbeknownst to Jaewoo so he does not press further as they approach their high-tea.  

the rest of the day drolls on,  the kingdom usually blessed with breezy winds and buttery warm sunlight.  Jaewoo’s agitated nerves are soothed by the palace’s lakeside scent and glittery oceanic depths as he goes for his evening stroll.  he can’t help but wistfully think that there is something intangibly meant to be between him and the lady of the lake when his own kingdom is known for its lakesides and all he has ever grown up and known is the giant lake body that his palace grounds is built around on.  the siren’s lake seems to embody some characteristics of what he usually sees,  his most adored parts of the palace grounds where weeping willows,  bloomed wisteria and lily pads adorn the shimmering lake ripples.  utterly gorgeous except the siren’s lake has the eerie mist and surreal air to differentiate it from a normal body of water.  

he makes sure to eat extra carbs during dinner and sneaks away extra bread and pastries for his nightly excursion.  as per his usual sneaking out routine,  he trained his body to sleep for two hours before awakening at midnight to commence his voyage to the woman of his dreams.  this night he does mull over his choice of dressing more than usual before settling on his typical choice of his ruby encrusted golden armour set.  

after sneaking out the palace grounds and into the arching vast shadows of the forest,  he clambers into his full armour before retracing his memorised journey back to the lake.  munching on a pastry on his way,  he saves the jam-centre pastry to share with her in curious inkling of how she would react to human treats.  

and there it is,  he begins to near the concealed weeping willow obstructed flower-dotted landscape of the siren’s lake.  from afar,  he thinks he can spot the siren in her fully naked form glowing underneath the ripples of pure white moonlight.  but as he draws closer,  she is nowhere to be seen.  

“  miss lady of the lake,  ”  he calls for her,  voice catching in his throat from sheer joy.  “  I have not one but several questions for you to answer tonight.  ”

but not a bubble of air nor a twitch of a movement is in sight.  the lake is still,  the moon crescent in its glistening imagery on the transparent undisturbed aquatic surface.  bristling fluffs of reeds demurely sway in the slight breeze that gusts by every now and then but the rest of the ecosystem is unperturbed.  bare glimmers of the rich bedrocks heaped with mountains of gold twinkle alongside the petal soft moonlight.  the siren is nowhere in sight despite a few more desperate greetings from the prince as he traverses the perimeter of the lake with beseeching eyes.  

eventually after thirty minutes of roaming around in strategic circles and wiggling on tree logs for a higher viewpoint,  the prince settles to sit by the side.  unfurling the letter he had written as a back-up communication point,  he tightly ties it up in a silk ribbon before squeezing it in a cork bottle. 

sailing out the little glass bottle,  now sealed with a twine of an orange blossom,  his heartfelt questions and desires,  he watches the bottle bob out to the middle.  the second it reaches the middle point of the grand crescendo of the moonlit lake,  it sinks down in a froth of bubbles which he guesses most treasures end up getting sucked in.  

with a little hum,  he gets out his jam-filled pastry before attempting his unabashed plea.  “  I brought a pastry for you to try from the palace,  I thought we may perhaps eat this one together ?  ”

and there she is.  seemingly out of nowhere in full naked glory underneath the beaming moonlight,  soft ripples cresting out from her defined waist as she appears out in the middle of the lake.  wordless,  she peers at him and it takes all of Jaewoo’s might not to allow his eyes to wander where the trickles of crystal clear water from her raven locks cascade down to.  

“  there you are,  ”  he breathlessly rejoices.  before he can revel in his victory,  she completely disappears from his sight again.  “  wait  !  ”

now she appears behind the reeds on the other side of the lake,  almost ghostly with how she teleports from one spot to another.  the stillness of the reeds conceal flecks of her nude figure as she continues to gaze at him,  a wicked glint in her eyes now.  tilting her head at him noiselessly,  she seems to beckon to him.  

scrambling to his feet immediately,  Jaewoo rushes to get over to her where she stands by running on the side of the lake.  when he draws several yards closer,  she dissipates yet again in a blink of a second.  this seems to be their particular routine of cat and mouse.  the unspoken thrill in the chase of the legend prolonged the start of any actual conversation in favour of Jaewoo showing off his steely determination in catching the siren.  as she flits back and forth between various spots around the floral dotted lake,  she initiates the official beckoning of the prince to come to her with a subtle twist of her body and an arm outreached towards him,  drawing him in towards her direction with a crooked finger.  

at this point,  the prince is almost breathless since he gets engrossed in the physical task of reaching her as soon as possible even within his laden armour.  not that he minds at all,  he can only fervently and ardently pray that this is a unique sequence that she engages with only him and him alone.  their little dance and chase routine.  it brings a smile of gratification to his lips once he is finally allowed to be caught up to the siren,  back to her original chase spot in the reeds.  

the prince wades to her in the shallow depths,  eyes dancing with the reflection of the stars and the moon in the ever-lit night sky. 

“  I dreamt of you last night,  ”  he wastes no time in his confession,  breathless and flushed in his pursuit.  “  that you visited me in my dreams,  back home in the palace.  y-you spent the night with me.  it felt too real,  almost as if you were actually there.  there was nothing but the scent of you to fill my lungs.  was that a mere dream of mine or did you happen to visit without my knowledge  ?  ”

“  would you wish me to visit you in your dreams,  little prince  ?  ”  she answers his question with another of her own,  tongue running over the tips of her razor teeth.  her fingertips skim over the aquatic surface,  toying with the ripples.  as she does so,  her wetted strands sway from side to side,  exposing her breasts to the full pale moonlight.  causing the prince to flush crimson deep,  he averts his eyes to fiercely concentrate on what her eyes have to offer as a guess to what she really means.  

“  I would like greatly that,  yes.  I hadn’t received such comfort in a while.  as surreal in its realism it was,  I was hoping for it to be true.  that you did indeed visit me last night.  I slept soundly for once.  ”  he pauses,  her head beckoning inquisitively as her arms fold across her chest.  “  but if you were to do so,  what would be your intentions  ?  ” 

“  what intentions do you seek from a siren such as myself me little prince  ?  ”  she teases,  her teeth duly glittering as the moonlight catches her unnatural set of razors.  gracefully taking a stride closer to him,  Jaewoo’s heart palpitations rapidly pick up,  the prince immediately gulping in nervous anticipation.  he wonders if she can hear how loud his heartbeat is.  how embarrassing.  

his immediate thoughts are of her being swollen happy,  pregnant with his babies whilst their other children are playing about on the fine lawn of the palace’s curated flower gardens.  he would very much like to indulge in all the ballroom waltzes with her,  sneaking away from the high of the royal affairs party to kiss her passionately at the top of the staircases underneath the romantic soft glow of the hundred lit chandelier.  what he would do to see the form of her naked back perched on his study desk chair,  cascading raven locks tumbling off her shoulders as he gets to hear her read out from his favourite poetry sets.  they could sit on one of the many grand pianos situated in the drawing rooms after afternoon tea,  janking out coupley tunes together in synced silliness.  

basically,  he would like to court her to be his future wife it seems.  but surely he cannot expose that so early to her  !

“  the intentions I seek from you... I would be happy to accept any from you as long as it does no harm to me,  nor my family or kingdom.  I do have to say that I would be disappointed if you did not take a personal interest in who I am as person.  since I am very much interested in knowing you as a whole.  who is Inés,  what is her history as the most recalled beautiful legend.  I want to know it all.  I’d like to know you all.  I’m quite interested in you.  you could say there is... emotional investment too.  ”  he admits sheepishly,  cheeks colouring peachier.  

another stride closer,  she is now right at his chest and Jaewoo gets to admire her lengthy height that matches his stature.  he can meticulously scrutinise how the glistening droplets of her lake bead across her locks,  intensifying the sheen of glimmering gold that seems to canvas her figure.  her fingertips trace his embedded family’s crescent before resting upon his chest,  where his thumping heart wildly races behind.  

“  tell me more,  what do you mean by that.  ”  she huskily murmurs out,  thumbing across his armour.  this does not help his case at all,  he feels close to passing out with the way how his heart does not seem to abate in its racing palpitations.  

“  the scales on your wrist... I saw some of them in my bed.  was it really all a dream my lady  ?  ”  Jaewoo blurts out,  unable to hold in his question the second he saw the iridescent cadence glittering off her held up wrist that lays upon his chest.   

“  what if it wasn’t all a dream.  would say you little prince  ?  ”  she gently interrogates with a low hum.  

well,  that is far too many things as a confirmation for him to comprehend.  he is admittedly unprepared for this line of scenario and the implications of what she is hinting at is far too beyond his dreams to fathom.  

“  that you should be my date for our upcoming ball,  whether you would like to be one in public with me or if you wish to seek a low profile initially.  I’d like to show you around where I grew up personally,  a tour around with my own individual insights.  then we may sneak out together to my own lake.  ”  Jaewoo decides to go for the kill,  start courting her immediately whether she perceives it as such or not.  

“  then do what at your lake  ?  ”  Inés breathes across his lips,  eyes wickedly taunting him to spell it out.  

“  uh - um,  we could read.  do portraits.  have a picnic but you’d have to tell me siren dietary requirements besides greedy men.  ”  Jaewoo tries not to get himself in a tizzy of what it could be like making out in his favourite hidden spot by his lakeside.  

“  I can substitute with little princes for one night,  ”  she airily laughs,  teeth glinting pure white.

“  a-after we get to know each other better  !  ”  he deduces her words a particular way which elicits further airy laughter out of her.  

kissing two of her fingertips,  she presses them to the lips of the breathless prince who is instantly on a climatic high of restless elation.  before he knows it,  she is out in the middle of the lake again,  breasts fully out in the midst of the shimmering moonlight as she gazes back to him with a coy smile. 

“  we will see.  sweet dreams tonight little prince.  ”

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