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josibunn · 5 months

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HIIIIIIIIIIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUch!!! if ure too overwhelmed w other stuff ignore this but i had an idea for one where reader and euro are exes but they were like CRAZY about each other and didnt really separate on their own terms, and they see each other at a wedding a year later (no one in the black circle would take marriage seriously so euro’s kind of forced to go cause his cousin is the one getting married that reader is friends with too😭) euro never fell out of love and when they’re alone he kind of loses his shit cause he misses her insanely and tells her he hasnt been with anyone else since they broke up and it’s all pathetic and sweet and she’s the one who actually makes the first move and kisses him first which leads the craziest and neediest sex

firstly, AMAZING song choice babe, second, the hair up part? mwah. amazing beautiful perfect. thinking like a little girly ass claw clip with some strands out? aw yeah.

smut! a whole lot. very long, sorry. you guys have sex twice, missionary+ cowgirl. oral on both parts, choking, biting, slapping (only during sex), arguing, you guys are kind of toxic. body worship, daddy kink, sort of dom/sub. you both are stupid crazy, super toxic. but you just love each other so much..so so much. and I made him super hot (with the help of my lovely anon ;3)

you saw your exs face everywhere. fliers, newspapers, his fucking van, shit, even your job had ads of him on the community board. and of course he did, he was fucking huge, took off with his music. but fuck, could you ever catch a break?

the answer to that was no, by the way. you couldn’t, because there he was standing before you. or so that’s what your gut told you as it flipped you inside out at the thought that the back of this stranger could’ve even had the possibility of being him. no, you thought to yourself. he never ties his hair up. never. especially with a fucking claw clip. and he never wears a suit, doesn’t even own a button down, where’d he even get a vest? he acts like a cave dweller unless he’s performing.

you snap out of your dissociative state as your friend shakes you a little, “what’re you looking at?” she asks, and you take a deep breath, turning your back to his, even if you were far away from each other. “is that him? did he turn around? see if that’s him.”

“wha-who??” she asks. “øystein, I think that’s him but i’m not sure, I got a real bad feeling,” you say, smoothing down your short dress, feeling uncomfortable and hot all of the sudden. “oh! oh, oh. you didn’t know he was coming..?” she whispered, and your eyes go wide. “what? no? what??” you look back, and ooh you see it, his side profile, it was definitely him, you’d recognize that nose anywhere, the one you sat on, rode, basically been inside you many times.

“what the fuck?? why didn’t anyone tell me??” you’re only so shook because it’d been almost five months since you’ve seen him, since you’ve broken up and gone no contact with each other. it was stupid but valid to say the least. you try and say you don’t remember but you remember it clear as day. for someone who doesn’t like groupies he sure has a lot of them!

a lot that crash at his den, in his things! a few that act as if they’re best fucking friends with him. one that tried taking your place every chance she got. and he always told you ‘they’re not mine, I don’t even fucking know them. they’re just sluts varg fucks and ducks.’ and you’d counter it with ‘then tell him to take them to his house!’ like what logic is that? and he just never seemed to care.

but after you found one, that same bleached blonde, mile long overgrown roots sleeping in his office, the one he always told you to not worry about, with his jacket, you were through. you made a scene in his store actually, because you’re fucking crazy of course. you got your shit from his place and didn’t give him a chance to see you, telling your manager to not let him in the store, warning your landlord, everything. you wanted to be through, not him though.

euronymous noticed you way before you noticed him though. he noticed you as soon as you came in, hand in hand with your gal pal and that smile he adored seeing. and fuck did you look good, your tiny white dress hugged every curve of yours so perfectly, every curve he used to run his tongue over and ravish. “holy fuck no way.” he whispered, jan axel catching him staring and his jaw dropping too. “no fucking way,” he says, but he’s amused, such a fun turn of events!

he already knew what type of timing euronymous was on. this was the same guy who would wait for you outside your job for weeks, followed you home, contacted all your friends to get them to plead his case, he wasn’t just gonna let you slip out of his fingers, this was the first time in months he’d been within 20 feet of you. he was going crazy, and seeing you awakened something in him, something primal.

he almost pounced, wanting to get on his knees, rip your legs open and eat you into liver failure the moment he laid eyes on you. “dude. dude I-..why the fuck is she here.” he asks, turning his back to you and facing his friend. “she knows the wife, they go way back of course she’s gonna be here. you gonna do somethin’?” jan says with a smile. “i’d be stupid not to, do you fucking see her? oh my god,” he’s rock hard as he think of how dolled up you are, and your voice that carries echos in his ears.

“later though, can’t do anything right now. she still hates me because of that shit with mArY,” he says in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes as he plants his hands in his pockets, thinking of how he could get you alone, but god knows it’d be awhile before that, the wedding hadn’t even started yet.

“are you gonna talk to him?” your friend asks you. “should I? I dunno, it’s been forever, but fuck he got so fine..” you look back again, admiring his biceps that damn near busted through his shirt. too small, of course. what a slut. “you only live once babe,” she shrugs as you swallow your punch, trying not to look at him. the thought of even being near him got you wet, you hated it, your body was acting against you, but truthfully, you didn’t know what you wanted.

so he stole glances at you as did you, even as you guys got seated at tables, funnily enough you were..a table away from each other, and jan axel couldn’t stop fucking with him. “imagine how many dicks she’s taken since then. im thinkin like five, six?” “i’d fuckin’ kill em, that’s for sure. i’ll kill any guy that gets near her.” he says, watching you talk to some guy that was seated next to you, noticing your giggling as he sipped from his cup. and you caught it from the corner of your eye, glancing quickly before back to who you were talking to, nervousness flooding your system.

just his look alone has you reminiscing, you knew that look. jealously, he hated when guys flirted with you, hed put hands and feet on any guy that even walked your way and looked at you a certain way, and then he’d fuck you in some alley because he told you not to wear that slutty dress. fuck, I can’t do this.

… … …

so after the wedding, at the after party you stood with a drink, chatting it up with the bride you knew, congratulating her before you slipped out for a smoke, you were stressed out about him being here, wondering if he missed you, if he was thinking of you, if he found someone new.

you stood against your car as you smoked, “didn’t know you had people here,” you jump as he leans onto your car next to you, hands in his pockets. øystein.

“the bride is a childhood friend,” you tried to stay calm as you took a drag, “didn’t know you had people here either,” you look to the side. “grooms my cousin, parents said I had to go since they couldn’t make it.” he says calmly, and you internally roll your eyes, how is he so calm?

he pulls out a cig, grabbing your chin softly and pulling you forward before he connect his cig to yours, your brows furrowed with anger as he looks into your eyes before pulling away and blowing away from your face, looking to the side.

“you have a lot of fucking nerve,” he spits, and you scoff, fire igniting in you again. “I have nerve? are you joking right now??” “you come to my cousins wedding, for what?? support? after you fucking leave me?? don’t tell me you didn’t know I was gonna be here.”

“øystein, are you fucking with me? leave you?? you were cheating on me! and secondly you don’t even leave the fucking house, let alone go to shit like this!” “I wasn’t fucking cheating on you! god you’re still batshit insane,” he sighs, shaking his head and you almost laugh.

“so you mean to tell me that bitch was just resting in your leather, in your office?? what do you think I am!” you take a few steps out of anger. “I kicked her out right after you left! didn’t even know she was there until you said something, and I didn’t know she had my fucking jacket, y’psycho bitch.” he rolls his eyes.

“yknow what-that doesn’t even fucking matter to me anymore, it’s the principle, øystein, the fucking principle. you keep bitches around your place and then treat me like a dummy for fucking saying something.” “well if it makes you feel any better, I got my own place. I don’t talk to mary, and I don’t keep bitches around the shop. ok? o-fucking-kay?”

“whatever.” you scoff, taking a drag of your cig as you tap your heel. you guys cool off in silence, looking to the opposite sides. “you look good. beautiful.” he speaks first, and you almost smile. “I know. your hair got longer, and you look slutty.” you say, and he laughs, your heart thumping out of your chest.

“yeah i’ve heard that a lot, shirts too small, I didn’t try it on I just bought it. I look good slutty though, yknow it. I could say the same for you.”

you raise a brow. “I don’t look slutty.” you shrug, but he steps up to you. “you’re in a see through mini dress at a wedding with no fucking bra,” he’s in your face eye contact going crazy. “not only that but they’re poking through and it barely goes past your ass, you’re begging for it.” begging for me, he thinks.

you take a shuddery breath, trying to distance yourself from him by looking to the side. “they’re hard because it’s cold.” is all you say and he chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“how many guys have you been with since you left me? jan said he’s heard about you.” you giggle, “heard about me?? i’ve..well if we’re getting technical, I haven’t been with anyone. just like seeing guys and shit.” “I didn't say technically, I said how many.” “like..three.”

his eyes widen, “three?? are you fucking serious??” he spits. “what’s the big deal?? we aren’t fucking together, øystein.” “did they fuck you? did you let them fuck you?” “maybe. I should be asking you that, god knows you’ve gained like thirty bodies.”

“I haven’t been with anyone. why would I? i’ve been trying to reach you for fucking months, you’ve got me blacklisted all over town.” he takes a drag before throwing his cig down. “..you haven’t been with anyone?” you ask softly, shocked. “no. I couldn’t, I can’t.” he shook his head. “but you’re just getting plowed by fuckin’ everyone, huh?”

you ignore his comment, “why can’t you?” “wha- why can’t i??” he throws his arms up and lets them fall, hitting his legs. “because I fucking love you, and I miss you, really fucking bad. the thought of even being with another woman makes my chest hurt.” he tries to keep up the angry act but his words are just needy and hurt as he looks into the distance at the reception.

“yeah?” you say, flicking yours down. “yeah. don’t want anyone else. don’t fuckin need anyone else. I miss you.” he sighs, and the desperation in his voice spreads to his face. “miss you more than anything, miss you in my clothes, my bed, I miss your voice I-I miss your laugh, been goin fuckin crazy. surprised I still have hair.” he chuckled, but you just look at him longingly as he continues.

“I love you man. I fuckin love you, and I didn’t mean for that shit to happen, but it won’t happen again, alright? just fucking..” he can’t find the words, “just come home. please baby, let me fix it,” he keeps rambling but you cut it short, smashing your lips onto his and grabbing his face. he moans in the kiss immediately, grabbing your body and holding it close to his.

he grips your ass as he backs you up to your car, trailing and pulling up your leg to his hip, grinding his bulge against you. you gasp in the kiss, and low moan following as you hold the back of his neck, whimpering at the feel of his lips reuniting with yours after so long.

he pulls away and you whine, searching for his lips again. “my van.” he says, and you gasp, “the van,” he grabs your hand and leads you to his car, the backseats already laid down as you climb in with him. he shuts the door and you climb on him, reconnecting lips as you grab at everything can, his arms, shoulder, head, you just want him.

he’s leaned against the window as he finds your pussy, rubbing you eagerly. you moan into the kiss, brows furrowing as he shakes his head. “yer’ so fuckin’ wet baby, missed this so bad, ydont even know,” he huffs as you pull away, scooting back and allowing him to pull your dress up as you unbuckle his pants and get them down, pulling out his hard cock. your heads fog over as you relieve each other of some much needed tension.

his dick is still just as pretty, being away from him for so long made it seem so much greater, thicker. you two eye each other as you stroke him, he’s biting his lip as he watched you scoot down, you ass in the air as you spit on the head of his cock, using the lubricant to speed up before you take him in his mouth and he hisses, throwing his head back and letting out a curse.

god, he missed how you’d deep throat him on the first run, your tongue out as you lick the underside of his cock. it always sent shivers down his spine and his head tipping back, lips parted as a soft shuddery moan leaves him. he’s desperate, you could edge him and he’d be satisfied, as long as it was you.

“ya’ always do me so good baby, fuckin’ perfect.” he breaths. you move fast, moaning each time his tip hits the back of your throat. hes caressing your head, cheeks red as he props his arm behind his head. fuck, he looked so fucking hot. his eyes were closed, so he didn’t see you watching him, but you always did when you went down him, and you’d be stupid not to now.

his hair falling out the clip slightly, making strands on his hair fall onto his chest and his face, and his arms flexed as he held it up to his ear and his chest huffed, they poked out of his shirt. fuck, had he been lifting? your eyes roll back as you lock your lips around his dick, bobbing your head hard. he groans loudly and his back arched upwards, his other hand grabbing at your hair.

“fuck baby,” he groans out, starting to shove you down himself, and you moan again with each hit to the back of your throat. he catches it, “you like it back there, huh? you miss it?” he nods, and with each hard shove of your head you’re nodding your head dumbly, eyes foggy and low with lust.

“fuckin’ know you did, knew you did.” he rasps, shoving you down quicker on him. he plants a foot on the seats and starts fu king into your mouth, he knows he can’t hold on for long, I mean, all he’s been doing for months is fucking his fist to pictures of you he’s kept, or clothes you left that he neglected to wash because he thought of it as you still being in them.

“baby, baby,” he moans desperately, lifting his shirt as your drool pools on his exposed thighs and dress pants. “missed this mouth so much, feel so fucking good baby.” he’s babbling. “been going fucking crazy,” he says but cuts himself off with a strained groan, his teeth clamped together as he cums in your mouth. you hold his arms as you watch is face come down, pulling off and swallowing.

“that was quick, m’sorry,” he pants as you sit up, catching your breath. “s’been awhile, I-I haven’t—” “honey it’s ok,” you say quickly before your lips are on him again, your arm wrapped around his neck. he holds you around his tricep inside of his elbow, you’re moaning in the kiss as he slips his tongue in your mouth, mixed drool all over your guys face.

you reach down to stroke his already rehardening cock, and his breath hitches at the suddenness. you let go of his neck to pull your underwear to the side, repositioning yourself so you were hovering over his dick.

he gasps and pulls away when he feels his tip against your wet hole, eyes shooting open. “baby—gasp—baby,” he breaths, mouth agape. “slow down,” he warns, grabbing the undersides of your thighs to stop you and keep you up, and you whine. “slow down, yknow you can’t do that on your own.” he almost chuckled at how needy you were, grinning as he pants. “yes I can, cmon,” you beg.

“no, you can’t. when have you ever been able to take me on your own?” he sits up on his knees and lays you out on the seats, spreading your legs. “øystein, please,” you plead again, shutting yourself up with a moan as he licks a fat, long strip against your folds, using his fingers to spread your pussy open and take in your taste, groaning and his eyes rolling back.

“yes. yess.” you sigh shakily, back arching in his hands as he glides his hands from under your thighs to holding where the small of your back and hips met, thumbs pressing into your stomach. he’s devouring you quickly, and god have you missed it. sure, in the span of time you’ve been away from him youve had your fair share of eaters, but none of them did you how euronymous did. he ate at you like an animal, like he crafted you on his own just to break you down.

he loved eating you out, hearing your mewls and moans did something terrible to him, they egged him on. his tongue is so deep inside you that it’s hard to think. to breathe. you’re gasping for air as you hold his head down, grinding on his tongue like a dog in heat begging for some sweet relief to the sensation you could feel in your calves. he’s got your legs on his shoulders, you feel his nose bump against your clit each time you grinded on him, high moans leaving you, it was making him flip inside.

lips and tongue tangling themselves with spit as they circle all over you, open mouth kisses causing drool to pool over your cunt and his mouth. face filthy with you, eyes flickering up to catch how your teeth tug on your bottom and release when he bobs his tongue, your brows furrowing and your eyes squeezing shut.

“øystein!” you moan out, shaky gasps coming from you as he digs you out with devotion. “fuck me. pleeease fuck me baby fuck mE,” youre begging through moans, elbows burning as you slide off them and your back connects with the seats, brows hitting your hairline as you tip your head back.

and just when you think he’s had you, he holds your hips down as he slides his fingers in your throbbing cunt, sucking your clit sloppily, moaning to himself. you suck in a breath at the feeling, your legs falling wider as your back arched and you stammer, trying to find words but you sound so stupid it’s almost cute.

“oh god, baby,” you sound like you’re on the verge of tears you’re so desperate to feel his cock in you again, it was like he got better-the span of time lost from each other made you forget just how good he could please you. your lip is quivering as you grind down on his fingers that pump inside you, clawing at the seat fuzz. your moans fall off your tongue involuntarily, filling the van.

“how bad do you want it baby,” you hear from him. it’s low, almost a whisper. he hovers over your heat as he pumps his fingers into you faster, digging into you deeper. after you sputter he smiled against you, his head on your stomach as he watches you through his lashes, so, so cute.

“you’re not gonna listen to me, hm?” he says, it makes you shoot up, propping yourself on your elbows again. “no, nono, I want it, really bad. please baby please,” you whine, pulling him up. he’s grinning as he gets on his knees and meets your face; oh he’s soaking this in. his little crazy ass girlfriend, EX, begging him to fuck her? if he was told this three months ago he’d probably want to fight because he’d think you were fucking with him.

“really bad?” he cooes. “so bad.” you nod, “want you so bad, you look so fucking good and you feel so f-fucking good,” your voice cracks as you unbutton his vest and shirt, running your hands down his chiseled body.

his eyes are almost rolling back as he glided his tongue along his teeth, feeling you kiss his neck and up his jaw. “so fucking sexy,” you whisper before kissing him, it sets him off. he groans low as he kissed back, his tongue slipping past your lips as he pulls his fingers out and grabs hold of your thighs, pushing them up and wide, making you fall onto your back again.

your hands drape down his neck to his boobs as he stroked his leaking cock, “god m’gonna fuck you,” he breaths in your mouth as you caress his slutty little hips. he rubs his tip against your hole, and you gasp in the kiss, “gonna fuck you so fucking good.” he says before pushing his dick inside of you swiftly, and you moan out loudly, nails digging into his hips as he sinks deeper inside of your welcoming walls.

god, he’s stretching you open like no other, yet you’re pulling at his body for him to somehow sink deeper, even though you feel your thighs hit his body as he bottoms out. “you’re so fucking wet,” he whines, planking an arm by your head as he grabs onto your body, pushing your hips up as he moves into you slowly but hard and needy, his brows meeting in the middle as he breaths into the air, watching himself disappear into you.

“oh my god baby, oh my god,” you watch his strokes with him, holding his neck and simultaneously pulling him closer as he speeds up, still giving deep thrusts—your thighs are turning red with the way he’s hitting deep inside you. your breath is so labored, moans coming out as “uh, uh, uh,” as your chest heaved, your doey eyes coming to meet his, crumbling under his equally needy contact, light glimmering in them as his ears ring with your moans.

“fuck i missed you,” you sigh, holding his cheek now. his face sinks into your hand, brows furrowing as his eyes close, lips parted just slightly as he listens to you. “missed you so bad, y’feel so fucking good,” you whine watching his lip quiver. “we’re they better?” he whispers as his nose ghosts yours. your brows furrow in confusion, trying to register who he meant.

“the guys you were with.” he pants, “we’re they better? did they do you better?” he asks. your heart almost crumbles, you didn’t strike øystein to be the insecure type. “no baby, no,” you coo, and your hands reach up to the back of his head, holding him closer, his head in your neck now, and he’s almost whining as he gently presses the weight of his chest against yours.

“not at all, never ever, no one fucks me like you,” and you were telling the truth, he might not’ve been your first body but he was your best, and he fucks you with such love and devotion, like you’d been married for years on years. “you’re so good baby,” you praise, “they weren’t even fuckin close,” you say breathily, wrapping your arms around him tighter, feeling your knot grow. he always always knew how to find your sweet spot so quick, he knew your body like the back of his hand, even after all this time.

“they couldn’t make me cum, actually,” you giggle. “didn’t make you cum? all of em?” “no, n-no,” you whine, cringing at the memories. “not once. and they didn’t eat it like you,” your mouth parts in a silent moan as he rocks in you slowly, prodding that sweet spot in a way he knew drove you crazy, giving you little love taps that left you unsatisfied.

“they-..” you cut yourself with a whine as you legs latch onto his body, trying to push him deeper into you to prod that spot more, but he resisted, he wanted to hear all you had to say. “were so bad, didn’t know how to..find it like you do, or touch me like you do :(” “oh i bet,” he kisses your cheek softly as he watches you speak, and you could feel his eyes on you lovingly even though yours were closed.

“and they just-oh fuck me, please fuck me baby,” you sob, your back coming off the seat as you feel your orgasm approaching. he pouts out of love, she’s so cute. he can’t resist you, especially after being gone for so long. your chest is heaving as he wraps his arm under you and pulls you closer, digging in you and kissing your cervix just how you like it, making you moan out.

“oh fuck baby! fuck you remember, yes right there, don’t fucking stop s’right there,” you’re babbling, your nails digging in his back and the back of his head again, red lines marking the skin. he put his ear closed to your mouth, he loves how loud you can get when he’s balls deep in you like this, head absolutely vacant, latching onto him like a little koala.

“right here mama?” he taunts, “hm? y’gonna cum?” his lips are against your cheek as your mouth hangs open and you’re brows furrow, eyes shut as tears threaten to fall. he’s got you so hypnotized right now you can’t even moan, too focused on how fucking good he felt. “look at me n’ answer me baby, you know better.” he commands in a coo, cupping your cheeks and shaking you gently. he knew how stupid you got when he had you like this, you just needed the push.

“yes daddy, m’gonna cum, gonna fucking cum,” you whine as his brows shoot up, he didn’t think you’d call him that, let alone remember. he feels his balls tighten as he continues to listen to you, your doey eyes staring into his. “oh you’re such a good girl, my good girl, you missed daddy this bad?” hes pounding into you, cheeks pink as he rests his head in your neck, smiling.

“yes sir, couldn’t stop thinkin-yer’ so fucking good, fuck you’re so good, fuck, fuck?” you moan high with a voice crack as you squeeze your eyes shut, holding his head close to you as your nails redden his back, cute little streaks residing along his freckled frame (personal hc :3). he loved you like this, all dazed and confused because he was just making you feel so good you couldn’t comprehend it.

your eyes roll back as you let out loud shuddery moans, trying to catch your breath that you sobbed over as you squeeze his cock, your orgasm hitting you so hard you think you see stars. “my fucking god øystein, øystein! aw!!” you moan out, ducking your face near his ear, toes curling and calves shaking. “breath baby breath,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder, “I gotchu, yknow I gotchu, daddys gotcha.” he coos, holding your arching back.

“daddy m’cumming, fuck i’m cumming, don’t stop, keep going,” you cry out, hearing the plap plap plap as your slick coats his dick, a feeling you longed to feel again for months. “not stoppin sugar, trust that,” he pants, hands on the side of your head as he lifts up, head titled as he watched you grab his bare forearm, trying to ground yourself as he rocks you through a much needed orgasm.

“not fucking stoppin,” he repeats in a whisper, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty neck and forehead as he hovers over you, mouth agape in a pant as he scans your body, taking in everything’s he’s missed, from your stretch marks, to your little belly tramp stamp he loves, to your tiny fingers that always hold onto him so you don’t float off the earth, to your sweat stained neck.

“fuckin perfect,” he rasps. he runs the back of his hands down your cheek and your jaw, you whimper and lean into his touch as his knuckles kiss you before his finger moves down to your collarbone, tracing its shape before moving it up to your pretty neck, taping your throat slightly. he used to be your necklace, his huge, callused hands squeezing you and jerking you however he wanted, pulling you in for a kiss, or just holding you down when he fucks an attitude out of you.

he bits his lip harder and groans at the memory, brows furrowing in pleasure as he grabs your neck again, hearing you squeak and watching your lips part as you grab at his wrist weakly. his free hand is pushing down on your shoulder as he slams his cock in you, eyes low and fogged over. his cock jumps at your high and surprised moan if his name, head tilting as he looks at you like he’s in a trance.

“never gonna fuckin loose you again,” he moans, staring into your eyes. “never ever. my girl, my fucking girl.” his voice shakes a little and his eyes rolls back, head tipping back and face contorting as he feels his orgasm approach. “my god baby, my god, just so fuckin perfect for me, built for me,” he’s yapping on, straight babbling as he squeezes his neck.

“s’why no one else can make you cum. fuckin made you, ure mine, all mine, no one else’s, no one does you like me, n’no one does me like you,” he gasps, his abs tightening. “just us, babyboy,” you say softly, a small smile on your face as he sucks in a shuddery breath. “you baby, oh you, fucking you.” he moans, not even sure what he’s saying, he just…you do something to him.

“god im cumming, gonna fucking cum in you, yeah?” he breath before he lets out a breath, head shooting down to watch his cock continuously disappear in you as he cums in you, a shuddery breath leaving him each time he ruts into you. “only need you, love you so much,” he’s still rutting inside you as he leans down, his hand holding your head as he kisses you, and you both moan at the contact, your shaky hands coming up to hold his hot face.

he stills inside you as you continue to kiss, now laying on your sides as his cum leaks out of you. “baby,” you pant. “pull out.” you say, and you both share a little laughs as he pulls away, holding your leg and scooting out of you, sitting up on his side as he looks down at you, you two sharing little smiles. “please give me another chance, i’ll be better, swear.” he pants as you sit up, stretching.

“just..just one.” you sit on your feet as you rub his shoulders, “and I don’t wanna see that bitch, or any bitch at the shop again.” you say and he nods, fighting back a laugh. “yes ma’am.” he pecks your lips as you crawl into his lap, his hands immediately finding your body.

“did they really not make you cum?” he asks, making you giggle. “yeah, they were really bad. you know my body best.” you take his hair out of the clip, allowing it to fall dow. his shoulders and chest, biting your lip. “missed this so bad, you’re such a pretty girl.” you taunt. “jan called me a lesbian when I put the clip in, even though he’s the one who made me wear it. it’s itchy.” he says and makes you laugh, nodding.

“oh yeah, it’s cute but with a price, that’s just girl world.” you smile. your hands run down his arms, groping him. “n’ you got so big, you been workin’ out? who the fuck you tryna look good for?” “you.” he chuckles. “figured if you saw how good I looked you’d want me back, did it work?” he joked as he flex’s his right arm in the air.

“oh yeah, I love it. even more handsome, n’ your mustache is coming back,” you kiss around his mouth, “feel like a cat in heat. can’t stop starin.” you kiss him, which turns to making out again, “we’ve been gone for a minute,” he says, even though he feels himself reharden. “they’re probably wondering where we are.” he whispers, knowing you’re far from caring at this point.

“only been like-an hour,” you say back, “just one more time,” he say, and you’re sliding down onto his cock before he can register it, a breathy “oh my god” coming from him, his arms immediately latching around you again and bouncing you on his cock, stopping you and letting him manhandle you, bear hugging his body as your lips stay on his and your hands run through his hair.

he bites his lip at the contact and leans his body back onto the seat, hands tight around your hips as he rocks you on him, eyes coming to a close as your guys shared breath take up the silence of the car. all the windows are fogging again as you plant your hands on his abs, eyes scanning his body he worked so hard on.

“you’re fucking perfect, øystein.” you correct and watch his face contort as he whines, cheeks going pink. “did it for you, everything’s for you,” he pants, thumbs caressing your stomach. “you look so beautiful right now, just like this, missed being on top,” you ramble, and you know he’s sinking into this feelings.

“fucking hate everyone but you. kay? you’re all mine.” you breath, your sudden possessiveness has his head fogging over, so flustered he’s wanting to hide his redding face. “all mine, I was stupid, okay? I said it, I just fucking love you, n’i can’t let anyone have you. ever, never ever, ever.” he nods, biting his lip as his chest puffs with eaxh breath.

“my beautiful boyfriend, so fucking handsome. used to wanna rip my hair out when i’d hear bitches talk about you, especially that mary girl.” you rasp, bowing your head in embarrassment as your hands creep up his collarbone. he bites his lip, “keep goin baby, let it out.” “and..fuck she eye fucked you all the time, always touching you, don’t know how you didn’t know..” you whimper.

you lean down and reconnect his lips, pulling his hair back which makes him moan, holding you close. although it wasn’t the time nor place to get so vulnerable, this had been eating you for months. “doesn’t matter though, cuz you’re all fuckin’ mine. yeah daddy? answer me, ya belong to me right?”

he nods, “all yours sugar, don’t worry. god you’re gonna make me cum sweetness, keep going,” he sighs, throwing his head back, his nails digging into your hip. “sweet thing, sweetest girl in the world, make me fuckin’ cum, lemme have it, let daddy have it.” he breathes, chest heaving.

“cum in me baby, cum for me, fuckin deserve it. look at you, sexiest thing in the world, huh?” you smile, hearing him strain a groan as he continues to shove you down on his length. “give it to me daddy, make me yours again,” and with that he’s groaning out, that sends him over. heavy pants echoing the van as he holds you close to his chest and turns you on the side again as he fills you up once more, mouth open as he pants and you smile up at him, caressing his cheek.

“make me yours again.” replays in his head before he opens his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “that was so quick, m’sorry, but you got me so worked up..” he shakes his head. “s’ok honey, we..we do gotta get back though.” you frown, and so does he as he pulls out and sits up with you, kissing your sweaty forhead.

… … …

bonus!

you and øystein walk back into the after party, seeing his friend and your roommate sitting together at a table wit drinks in his hand. you guys walk hand in hand to the table, sitting next to each other, both smiling. “oh look who decided to come back!” she says, and you giggle. “told you they were fuckin together, I walked out to go to the car for a smoke and it was fucking rocking.” jan axel groans and shakes his head, sipping his drink.

“yeah we..we had to do some making up.” you smile, and it was obvious what kind of making up you meant. you had bruises on your thighs, mascara smeared around your eyes and hickeys littering your neck while his hair was let down, clip out of sight along with his tie, his neck mirroring yours as his cheeks still lay pink, just a small smile on his face.

andddd fin!!! GOD i LOVEDDDD this one, I put so much into this one, thank u sm again anon. mwah, mwah mwah!! love u so much and I hope u enjoyed <3

taglist: @vanlisbon @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @u1trear0tic @auggiethecreator @bluemercy2 @lankysimp @wonkinoo

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #x black reader #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

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(intentionally left out pillagers/golems from this list. also let's be honest, they're probably adding penguins anyway)

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graceofagodswrath · 6 months

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Ok ok ok your "Humans of Transformers franchise are space orcs" rant is out of this world.

I detest with passion when humans are reduced to pets and plot devices when instead the story could be about two alien species finding one another equally amazing/terrifying for their own respective reasons.

Here is my question: do humans and Cybertronians see how eerily similar they are? They have love of music, familial relationships, similar urban infrastructure, societal structure, financial systems, competitive entertainment, organized societies and war, colonialism, recreational intercourse, marriage...

Not to mention, why was it never addressed how similar both species look: bipedal, waists, noses, cheekbones, 5 fingers, chins, facial expressions and sense of aesthetics and beauty? Sure, humans have hair but in rather strategic places.

Veins and wires, blood and energon, metal and flesh, nanobytes and blood cells, Sparks and brain impulses, sexual organs...

Imagine Autobots arrive on Earth for the first time expecting some primitive cave-dwellers, only to encounter a less advanced mini-version of Cybertronian cities (New York, Singapore, London, Rome, Tokyo, Rio, Dubai...) and societies running on scientific, artistic and philosophical development which has no right existing on the ruthless, all-organic planet such as Earth is. Societes run by creatures who 4.000.000 (the duration of their war) years ago were hanging from the trees btw.

Autobots would be terrified.

Lemme make sure this response saves this time, cause it took me a minute to answer cause my first deleted and I had so much written I got unbelievably angry and refused to even look at the tumblr app.

But here we are.

So, this is EXACTLY what I have been thinking about for who k owe how long. It’s also the intro to this wack as fuck universe idea I’ve had in my head a while, and have kinda hinted at in my other works, but I’ve never gone into detail about.

And I still won’t.

Anyways, yes. It’s crazy that we backlit humans so much when any other sentient species is about. Transformers, TMNT, etc (I’m on a one track mind, feel free to jot down any other fandoms I can’t think of). The main theme of these stories? HUMANS SUCK. And that is severely unfair. People want to cry about how much our generation doesn’t give a shit anymore. Have you SEEN the media we feed kids???

That’s why I live Humans are Space Orcs so much. It really puts into perspective how unique and batshit our species is.

So, onto the Transformers vs humans concepts. The ONLY reason (forgoing technoism and general hate towards organics) cybertronians don’t see humanity as an imminent threat, or one in general, is because of size. WE BE SMALL AF. Can’t blame them, I get it. We do the same. Insects? Fuck them mfs.

But have you seen a botfly or tick burrow into your skin? The infection that comes form that? Have you seen ants jump a small animal as a colony and absolutely shred it? Or a spider only biting you, and the horror the venom causes (recluses and huntsman’s specifically). We have a good fucking reason for disliking these mfs.

But transformers? These are organic experiences. Worst they go through are rust infections, spark death, the works. They are not at risk the same way we are. That is why they view organics as small and inconsequential. They have no idea how hard we fight to simply stay alive.

And now the similarities. It’s understandable that they wouldn’t immediately recognize the physical, cultural, and psychological similarities between our species. Transformers are an incredibly diverse race, like any other. But specifically in physical form. Your average cybertronian holds a similar appearance to your average human. We tend to have the same features, just with different names. Eyes, noses, faceplates, ears, two arms, two legs. Sure that’s average for them too. But they are unique because of the fact that they have two forms. Vehicle mode. Their mode decides what they’re second mode looks like, which can create extreme diversity is appearance. Small, large, many limbed or not.

So the immediate similarities probably wouldn’t jump out to them in an odd way. There’s also the idea that because they’re so spread out in the universe, they’ve seen other organic races that are also similar. Pairs of every body part could be the common denominator among species.

That goes culturally too. War, love, music, government, politics, it’s all a natural form of sentient evolution. Another common denominator. It’s how it’s done that makes it unique. And the similarities between human and cybertronian culture is uncomfortably familiar.

I think that’s why cybertronians are seen being closest with humans rather than other species in the shows and comics (obviously because the audience is human and they need relation to characters but shhhh forget that for a sec). This is where the theories start.

Let’s say cybertronians begin to recognize the weird similarities between our species. The really, really weird stuff. The itty bitty details. Like:

- how we also mainstream kissing on the lips as the top tier romantic gesture.

- use verbal tone and cues for our language.

- have intensely complicated interpersonal relationships in the exact same manner.

- suffer from extreme mental health issues like depression, anxiety, PTSD (I totally headcannon that forms of adhd, autism, and ocd exist in cybertronian society, have y’all not seen my boy rodimus prime??)

- will also destroy each other in the name of our gods, until we have a common enemy.

That’s just the basics I could come up with. The only time I actually saw a moment where a transformer genuinely take a moment to realize that humans can be a threat, was in transformers prime. Episode 6 of beast wars (I think, correct me if wrong), where Miko beats the ever loving fuck out of an insecticon (I think) and upon Megatron hearing this, just goes blank Kubrick stare for a hot second. Man had an ugly realization that did not fit in with anything he had experienced his whole life.

AND THEY NEVER FUCKING ADDRESSED IT EVER AGAIN. Sick of this shit. Could’ve had the most badass character development, where the humans actually proved useful and did something (it would have fit Milo’s character so perfectly too) and scared the utter shit out of the transformers. BUT NO. They continue to be annoying as fuck.

One thing I loved about TF Prime was that it canonically turned Unicron into Earth. And humans came from the earth. Which relates humans beings and cybertronians so hard. Cousins Fr. We are the cybertronian equivalent of organics, and transformers the inorganic equivalent of humans. The individuality, the chaos, the culture, it clicks. There is so much material to really go into it.

But they never do. Don’t get me wrong, I love Transformers lord and just discovering more without humans being involved. We’re just annoying af at this point. But there is so much u tapped potential in transformers actually taking the chance to LEARN about us. But we’re just friends (pets) to these mfs.

That’s why I love TF Earthspark so far. Transformers ingrained into human culture because they’re not from Cybertron, and cybertronians having to adapt to human culture because they have no where else to go. Granted, it’s a kids show. There’s only so much they can do. But I’m excited for where it’ll lead. It really shows how much of threat and ally humans are, and how we are just as diverse as cybertronians.

I need to write another fic about cybertronians meeting humans their size from our world tho. Need to continue my old piece. Would give me so much life. Y’all help motivate me, college draining my ass.

#shower thoughts #humans are crazy #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are deathworlders #humans are weird #Transformers #transformers prime #transformers earthspark #rant

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Todays rip: 22/03/2024

Viva La LOWAS

Season 7 Featured on: The Year of Grand Dad Sound Selection [Side B]

Ripped by Cosmic199X

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Requested by literallyn01imp0rtant! (Request Form)

I'd like to very much thank literallyn01imp0rtant for suggesting a bevvy of Homestuck rips for me to cover, but also apologize in advance - despite being a Tumblr user and overall internet dweller, I'm actually still very unfamiliar with the series. Not that I'm disinterested, far from it - if anything, the recent influx in new rips from the series has only made me more interested in getting into the series now in 2024. But even watching from a distance, it's been fascinating to see Homestuck's presence on SiIvaGunner from the early years to now - with Viva La LOWAS leading the charge for a new age of rips of the series.

See, while the channel was starting out in the early Seasons, there was a real sort of commitment to only ripping video games on the channel. That is still something that is *mostly* adhered to nowadays - for instance, rips like A Day In The Snow or Remember when this song was the one related to toilets? will still use the Rock Band and Guitar Hero games as sources despite the songs featured obviously not originating there. But the same also applied to Homestuck, as most of the franchise's music used for rips were assigned to the official, episodic, now-effectively-cancelled Homestuck adventure game, HiveSwap. Like it was for me, it was likely a bit confusing for those out of the loop - unless you gave the key art's main characters a second look, the name and artwork don't really jump out as you as "Homestuck" right away. But now with HiveSwap effectively dead in the water, and SiIvaGunner's adherence to only ripping "real" games being far looser, a change occurred on October 24th 2023 - "retconning" all Homestuck rips to have been part of a series-specific playlist. There was even a cool little announcement made that provided a lore-accurate reason to the change having been done, referencing both Homestuck itself and the early parts of SiIva Season 2 - that's the kind of channel-and-lore harmony that I raved so much about in Haltmanna feat. Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20.

There's a lot to love about the original Doctor theme from Homestuck, with a magical sound eerie reminiscent of Cave Story (which was confirmed as being a major influence to it by the track's late composer). With Viva La LOWAS being made six years and a month after the fact, I can't exactly say it was made in tribute to her passing - yet arranging Viva La Vida of all tracks in this melancholy chiptune sound still just feels so befitting. The combination fits like a glove throughout the whole arrangement and gives the rip an equal amount of hope and hopelessness, a sense of bittersweet acceptance, and many more emotions that the original Viva La Vida already instilled into people way back when. As a huge fan of both the song itself and of Cave Story's music (see Balcony Fusion Collab), Viva La LOWAS hits hard for me even without the context Homestuck itself provides for it. The fact that this rip led the way for all future Homestuck rips to follow, free from HiveSwap's shackles and finally able to champion Homestuck itself, only amplifies those feelings. And so this elegantly simple arrangement is able to mean so much at once despite it all.

Here's to more Homestuck, and here's to me one day finally reading it.

#todays siivagunner #season 7 #siivagunner #siiva #Cosmic199X #homestuck #homestuck music #homestuck ost #viva la vida #coldplay #george buzinkai #Youtube #Bandcamp

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...Story Imagine...

((Another K'uk'ulkan/Namor story Imagine. Reverse little mermaid AU))

K'uk'ulkan would always patrols near the surface just to keep on eye for any surface dwellers who might get too curious of what's beneath the waters. During one of those patrols, he saw a ship that lous music and laughter came from. He immediately knew it was just surface dwellers celebrating whatever. It wasn't the first time he saw such thing, but what caught his attention was the beautiful woman standing by the side looking to the horizon. She looked bored... almost sad. He didn't know he was getting closer until he could hear old man's voice telling the beautiful lady to stay away from the edge.

He thought that would be the last time he saw her, but then he saw her again. It was a daytime, and she was in a small boat with a sail that she was controlling by herself. And K'uk'ulkan doubted his eyes of what he saw.

It was the same woman, but she looked different. She wasn't wearing a colourful dress but simple pants and shirt like the men he saw, she didn't have the look of boredom but a big smile as her eyes shined against the sun light, but what caught his attention the most was how she was managing the boat by herself with such raw excitement and energy. She would lean to the edge with her whole body having nothing to secure her to the boat but a rope that she held with her hand, and then talk to the sea as if it was an old friend of hers.

As he watched from a far, the serpent king was intrigued by the woman wanting to know more of her, that's when he remembered the name she was called by, (Y/n).

Almost every few days, (Y/n) would come with her boat and sail the sea, challenging the high waves, ignoring the waters that the sea throws back at her, taking with a big smile and a sincere laughter. He did get braver in getting closer to the boat without her noticing, and because of her habit of talking to the sea, he learned a lot about her.

(Y/n) was the princess of the people near the shore. She loved the sea, but her family was overprotective of her, so they tried to appease her desire by setting parties on large boats when she wanted to be near the sea to touch it and sail fast through it. Knowing they won't approve of her wishes, she would sneak out alone and sail on her own.

And the more he was around her, the more he got attached and would get forward for her visits.

K'uk'ulkan became her secret companion, he would stick close to the boat where he knows she won't notice or see him, and when she would challenge a wave that was too much for her he would get behind the boat and push it forward so it would flip and for her to fall. He enjoyed her screams of excitement and joyful laughter.

One day, however, when K'uk'ulkan was waiting for her, he noticed dark clouds coming near, which means there will be a storm coming, so he belived that his secret princess won't be coming. But he was wrong when Namora came to his saying she saw a boat floating near their territory, The king moved so fast, leaving his lieutenant confused, but she followed him.

K'uk'ulkan's mind was filled with worry as he kept assuring himself that it couldn't be her, that it must be a fishing boat or a lost one, anything else but her. But to his horror it was her, and how did he know?

Her unconscious body was floating in the water, her boat's broken pieces scattered around her. But wasting no more time The king sped towards her and took her to the neatest cave, Namora following close, growing even more confused as she saw her king lay the woman gently on the surface of the stone floor of the cave as he did his best to remove the water from her lungs. Her king face filled with so much worry and fear that she had never seen before. She wanted to help, but all she could do was set back and watch.

The serpent King felt relieved as he saw his princess throw up the water as she tried to breathe again. He whispered comfort words to her and assured her that she was safe. (Y/n) looked at his with drowsy eyes at her saviour, she tried to talk as she looked into his dark eyes but she lost consciousness again falling into his arms, and instead of laying her back down, K'uk'ulkan kept her in his embrace finding the feeling of her breathing and safe bringing him comfort. He always watched her from a far way, but to have her so close that he was able to wrap his arms around her felt...so right.

She was safe, she was protected, she was with him.

Seeing the scene in front of her, Namora approached her king and confronted him of what was happening. He hesitated but then confessed what he was doing in the past couple of months.

"You have feelings for her?"

Even though she made it sound like a question, K'uk'ulkan knew it was more of a statement. He said nothing as he kept holding his sleeping princess, waiting for the storm to calm before returning her back.

As he laid her in the sand gently, with Namora watching not too far away, the king found it difficult to just leave but as he saw people coming from a far he hurried back to the sea hiding behind a rock with Namora refusing to leave until her made sure (Y/n) was safe. The men turned up to be guards looking for her, and they made sure she was breathing before taking her back to her castle.

K'uk'ulkan watched the scene with sadness as he wished he was there by her side to take care of her until she awakes, but he was afraid of how she would react to him, to who he was, what he was and where he is from. But one thing he was sure about is that he probably won't ever find out because after this incident, her father would keep her away from the sea to protect her from any future harm to herself.

During their journey back to Talokan, Namora followed her king, saying nothing, for she didn't know what to say she never saw him like that. Yes, he did experience sadness for his people, but this was different.

"Why don't you go to her." She suggested, breaking the silence in the cave.

He at first laughed thinking the idea absurd and too dangerous. But she reminded him that aside from his ears and wings, he looked a lot like a human.

"Why so suddenly?" He asked suspiciously." You hate land dwellers."

"I do." She answered. "But I care for you more, and you deserve to be happy with the one you love."

"But that's just it. I don't know if the feelings I have for her are truly love or just deep care."

"Then go and meet her, spend time with her, see how you feel then. It's better than just giving up and wondering what might have been later on."

"But Talokan-"

" I can look after them for a few days until you are ready to be back."

He didn't agree immediately, deciding to think more on it, almost every day he'd go to the same rock he hid behind last time and look at the far castle as if hoping to see glimpse of her. Time passed, and during one of his visits, he finally saw her. She was wearing a simple dress and a cloak to hide herself but he already knew it was her, but she wasn't alone. (Y/n) was looking around frantically as if looking for something she lost.

"My princess, we need to go back before his highness realises you were gone. He he found out that you came to the beach without his consent again he'll be very upset."

"But I need to find him, Aneka."

"With all do respect, you swallowed a lot of salt water, and it probably made you imagine this "Saviour" of yours-"

"I DIDN'T IMAGINE HIM!" (Y/n) screamed at her gaurd in frustration. She took a deep breath before continuing. "Listen, I know I was wrong to go during that storm, but I am SURE of it that I didn't just wash up the shore. There was a man who saved, I looked into his eyes, I heard his voice, I even felt his arms around me.... I'm not crazy, Aneka, I know he is real."

"Princess..." her gaurd looked at her with pity as if she truly wanted to believe her but couldn't.

"I'm not crazy, and I will find him."

(Y/n) stated firmly before continuing walking around the beach with her gaurd still trying to convince her to go back. K'uk'ulkan couldn't believe what he heard. She was looking for him, she wanted to see him. With this, the king went back to his cave where Namora was.

"Are you truly able to manage everything while I'm away?"

This made Namora laugh before assuring him again that she could. And then she went to help him set a plan on how he would go about it.

When night fell, he and Namora sneaked into the town in secret and "borrowed" some clothes that they believed would be proper for a surface dweller. The clothes were not as luxurious as his princess's were, but they were enough to cover the wings on his ankle and a Head-Warp to cover the top of his ears, but her refusedto take his piercings off for it was part of his cultureand identity.

It was simple, wait in the beach for her, talk to her, know her more, meet her people and kingdom and if things were alright tell her the truth of who he truly was and see her reaction.

K'uk'ulkan thought he would be composed and would make a good first impression to her. He didn't expect the first impression through fighting with her guard that came to the beach before her princess. He could have sent the woman flying with one simple swing of his hand or even broke her weapon into half, but he remembered Namora's continues advice of hiding his true strength, so he continued to dodge her attacks and blocking her kicks and punches. The warrior didn't stop until she came.

"ANEKA STOP!"

The warrior halted and implored the princess to stay back, but she wasn't listening, for she was looking at him with wide eyes, the same eyes we was silently begging to look at him. He thought he would be composed when meeting her, that he would smoothly introduce himself to charm her. But when her eyes met his, he didn't expect the great fear and anxiety to build in him. He almost just turned around and jumped back into the water.

(Y/n) manoeuvred around the warrior who tried to hold her back in order to get closer to him. She got to his face like the time she woke in the cave before losing consciousness and was analysing his face. K'uk'ulkan could feel his heart hammering inside of his chest as he kept calm, then a smile broke on her face.

"It's you!"

She stated and quickly held his hand by instinct and held it up before turning to the warrior.

"This is Him!!"

"Him?" Reapted the warrior suspiciously. "That's your imaginary saviour?"

"He is not imaginary. He is right here." she turned to him with pleading look. "Please tell her."

The king could see the hint of tear threatening to escape her eyes, and he refused to allow them to fall. He smiled down at her, and he cupped her cheek.

"It was really dangerous for you to sail during a storm, but I am happy to see you well again, my princess."

He said as he took her hand that held his and kissed the back of her hand, making her blush. Their moment was cut short by Aneka, who pulled the princess behind her again and pointed her weapon at him, (Y/n) tried to stop her but her gaurd wouldn't budge and insisted that he be brought in front of the king and he agreed.

When he stood in front of the royal family, K'uk'ulkan explained his practised lie. He was a prince from the country across the sea. He also made the wrong mistake of sailing during the storm, and it drifted again the harsh waves and led him to their part of the sea where he saw as the princess's boat crashed and her sink into the water, that the reason why he wasn't around when they found her was because he was afraid that his presence would be mistaken for trespassing, so he hid away and only left when he made sure that she was found. Confessing how the reason he was back was because he wanted to see the princess again and make sure she was in good health.

Hearing this, the king was delighted and hugged K'uk'ulkan, which made the serpent king stiff as he was not used to such gestures.

"Thank you so much for saving my sweet daughter, Prince....uh.. my apologies I was so focused that you were real and not a hallucination and forgot to ask for your name."

"Papa!!" (Y/n) almost yelled in embarrassment by her father's teasing.

"My Name is .... Namor, you can call me Namor."

K'uk'ulkan didn't know why he gave them the name for his enemies, but he felt that in order for him to go and come undetected, he needed to give fake fake background and a fake name.

Feeling the need to pay back a debt, the king invited him to stay in his country as long as he likes and to never hesitate to ask for anything. He takes advantage of that to spend more time with his princess and get to know her more intimately and for her to finally know him.

Meanwhile, there are those who are not really as happy with the situation. The Queen mother and her other daughter Shuri we very suspicious of the "Prince", the Crown Prince was also on high alert but he doesn't show it and treats the Prince with respect, for in the end he did save his sister. And back in Talokan, Attuma asked Namora where their king was, and she confessed to him of his whereabouts, for he too was the king's lieutenant, and he was not happy that their king would probably a surface dweller for a queen and more that he was kept in the dark about it.

So the story will go with K'uk'ulkan trying to woe the woman he loves while other parties would try to sabotage his attempts or make it more difficult.

#k'uk'ulkan x reader #k'uk'ulkan x you #namor x reader #namor x you #namor fluff

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Anyway, here's some more of the sequel to the vet fic, because the world is hard and mean, and one overly long fic about two gays driving around the countryside helping sick animals wasn't enough:

The wedding was at Ripley Castle near Harrogate, and featured a cousin with whom Arthur was just close enough not to blow off the ceremony; though he wouldn’t have minded simply popping in for the vows, and the requisite after-vow pleasantries. But he had seen the opportunity to pry Merlin away for a holiday, on an estate large enough to avoid most of his family; and so Saturday they had put their rucksacks, their suits, and themselves, into the car, and were now going at a decent clip down the B6265, though Merlin thought it was codgerly.

“Does Gaius know to put the wet food on top of the dry food for Tessa, and not to mix it all together?”

“Yes, you mentioned it in the instructions we left.”

“And that Mixer can only go into the outdoor pens with George? And if he can’t find Cian, to check under the sofa?”

“Arthur, we are not leaving our infant child for the first time whilst we take our first holiday since we became new dads, we are leaving our four adult cats to be checked in on by a veterinarian who’s been practising about as long as either of us has been alive. I think he can handle feeding a finicky arshole.”

“I’m not sure if I remembered to mention George’s eye drops, though. Will you text Gaius?”

“You wrote six fucking pages on how to care for four cats for two days. You mentioned it.”

“Just text him, you knob.”

“Uncle Gaius,” Merlin sounded out obnoxiously as he typed. “Arthur thinks you are a helpless, blind old useless bat, and would like to reiterate how to feed a cat and administer eye drops.”

Arthur swiped blindly at his head with one hand, whilst the other he left planted on the wheel. “Should I text Morgana too, and have her check in on Gaius checking in on the cats?”

“Piss off.”

“Too bad she was too sick to come; I’d love to see Gwaine mixing it up with your relatives. Nobody would even notice you’re gay if Morgana had brought him.”

“Yes, I’m sure that would have gone well for everyone.”

Then Merlin changed the radio station, and they had a friendly dust-up, most of the remaining drive to Ripley, over the other’s objectively inferior taste in music; so that when they pulled up at The Boar’s Head where they would be staying, Arthur had almost forgot he was inevitably to see his father. Now the courtyard full of Pendragons brought it surging down on him, and he felt suddenly as overwhelmed as if they had converged on instead of glancingly glanced at the car. His whole body tightened; and the dread clash was in his chest, that brutal striving for life which in a fit man at an elevation the same as his native seems to herald the onset of death. He felt in the car in the middle of the day with no threat present but the threat of unpleasantness that he was carrying his doom. It was in his chest, where his breath had shortened, and quickened; all those impulses of the lizard brain which kept the cave dweller from being no more than some leftovers in his loincloth now were telling him that he would need to flee some pensioners in some church wear. His father was nowhere amongst them; but the possibility of him, the infinite possibility of if, was all round the car and beyond the car, where anything might happen to his heart.

And then Merlin said in the same voice he used with the animals, “Tell me five things you can see right now.”

“The steering wheel. My hand on the steering wheel. The door handle. The chip in the windshield. Your knee.”

“Five things you can feel?”

“The steering wheel under my hand. The seat under my legs. The air from the vents. The seat against my back. The steering wheel under my hand.”

“Five things you can hear?”

“Your breathing, your abysmal taste in music, the car engine, faint music outside the car, talking outside the car.”

“Four things you can see?”

And he walked him through the exercise like that, till they had got down to one item for each, and Arthur’s breathing was calmer. He flexed his stiff fingers on the steering wheel.

“It’ll be ok, Arthur. And if it’s not, I’ll headbutt some people, and we’ll leave.”

“Ok.” Arthur wiped his palms on his jeans.

Then they were out of the car, and Merlin said to the few friendly guests who found their arrival more interesting than their breakfast, “Hey; nice to meet you. Merlin. Really sorry, we’ll be down in a few minutes, yeah, I just need the loo really badly. Down from Emberford, yeah,” ushering Arthur through the crowd and into the Inn as deftly as he had ever done anything requiring motor skills. He had got the suits and the rucksacks out of the backseat, and kept himself now with their luggage between Arthur and any intrusives, using his dimples to plough a kind of furrow through to reception, so that everyone in his wake felt that they had been charmed instead of slighted.

In their room he threw down the suits and bags on the bed, and said, “It’s nice. Not very castle-y, though. Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“No. We should probably go back down and mingle for a bit before we need to change.”

“Do you want me to blow you?”

“That’s--” Arthur paused. He did not know what part of ‘go down and mingle’ Merlin had confused for a sex act; but now that he had Arthur’s brain had got just as muddled. He separated out, after a moment, what he wanted to say, from what his penis wanted him to say. “What part of ‘I probably shouldn’t pause long enough for tea’ suggested to you that I thought we had time for sex before going back down to visit with the other wedding guests?”

#merthur #fic #preview #featuring cat dad arthur pendragon

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"The first thing I found out in Markarth is that Skyrim makes strange mer even out of the best Thalmor. I'm not saying that we're all aprax or ousters; what I mean is that I soon started to feel the need to throw myself into a tavern after my shift. To warm up, yes; but also for the horrible food and the disgusting, flavourless wine. I even started to enjoy the childish, cave-dweller-styled music of the locals. It all helped fending off the cold."

"My comrades joined me at times, but they were more displeased than I was with the brutish, pitiful local company. In the end, even my faithful Breviarco stopped following me after work, and that was when I ended up with more alone time in my hands than I was supposed to."

"I was curious, impatient, hungry, far from home and irritatingly self-assured. And, oddly enough, I thought I was being watched."

Diary of Velendomis of Dusk, 4E 201-205 5 3 First

#the elder scrolls #skyrim #tes #thalmor #altmer #velendomis of dusk #markarth #aldmeri dominion

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Jekyll and Hyde chapter two vocab

Holograph - handwritten by the person alone (instead of by your lawyer)

Damon and Pythias - a legendary ancient Greek friendship

Troglodyctic - cave dwellers - not necessarily prehistoric cave men, there are more modern rock dwellings but Neanderthal* is what’s implied here. See also trogg from World of Warcraft and The Troggs music band. *Yes Neanderthal were not a bad bunch.

Dr Fell - I do not like thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why – I cannot tell; But this I know, and know full well, I do not like thee, Doctor Fell

Fanlight - semi circle window above a door.

Fender - I think this is a railing as I don’t think he’d be leaning against the fireplace protector.

Pede Claudo - punishment that comes from a long time ago (as in some past transgression has got Dr Jekyll maybe blackmailed)

#saf #Jekyll and Hyde weekly

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PART TWO: Thoxa’s Voice

(This is the beginning of Thoxa's tale, her links with the wider world of SRTR, and the beginning of a great adventure for a small wanna-be idol! Please forgive any spelling/grammar issues, I'm not the best editor!) From an early age there had always been a rumor, a passed down story that was still believed within the little community in the Crystal Caverns. Everyone had some sort of taint from the Crystals all around them. The goblins had adapted best of all being the first of the cave dwellers. They knew the magic in the shining walls. Crystal Goblins as they were now called, had been the first because of their mysterious ancestor bringing her family here and raising them within the caverns and their wealth of resources and safety within the large network of cave systems, spread worldwide.

“Fae folk created the caverns,” Graying sparkling goblin grandmas would whisper by the hearth at night. “There was a great war among them, as humanity began to crawl out of its cradle. They created a twin world, a shining realm—but their conflict shattered it. It’s said the magic collapsed into the Earth, spreading like a virus through the Underground.” Wide eyed listeners would admire the formations all around them, the gently glowing cyan and pink and every color in between. Pulsing with life, with ancient power that worked in unpredictable ways. Another rumor about these mysterious Fae was far more substantial when those who explored outside the caves came back with tales about a mysterious forest at the base of the mountain. It was a beautiful and confusing place, and no matter what the weather was, the closer they got to it the warmer and more spring-like it became, and the sun would seem to set. This was enough to deter most: they needed to get home before dark. If they ventured on, they’d begin to find structures that seemed to be made of crystals: great cracked pillars shining stories high, or crumbling walls and roads. Eventually though, before they could explore further, the outsiders would feel dizzy and then return to their original path, the forest now behind them.

“It has to be Fae folk, still out there. No other kin or kind can do such tricks.” The elders of the caves would say among one another, shaking their heads. “Best to steer clear, it’s more than we can understand.”

These rumors are the mysteries of the Underground, the world Thoxa has always known. Born to simple farming folk in the Southern Reaches of the Caverns, she was eagerly independent from a young age, knowing that someday the tunnels could lead her to new and exciting places, much like that ancient ancestor learned. The rumors of fae, of the magic, of course always fascinated her–she loved the glittering power of the crystals, how they took her over from a young age, growing from her smooth skin, little glowing gems. Even her stretch marks seemed to show she was a glowing crystal herself, cracking over her glowing skin like a geode. “Built-In Glam!” She’d call it, also obsessed with any little trinket about pop stars, idols, as well as fashion and music of all kinds. She began to learn the tunnels around her home well, making friends and exploring the Above, usually little suburban neighborhood dumps where she could find discarded CD’s and tapes, ripped clothes and out of style magazines. Her glowing skin and eyes made these trips work best at night, when they aided her in searching for her treasures. She’d make herself little shows in abandoned small caves, bending over tees to bedazzle them and lip syncing to decades old Britney. When she reached maturity, these girlish fantasies never seemed to die along with the rest of her childhood dreams. Eventually Thoxa was on her own, packing her things and setting off to live further into the mountains, finding some friendly locals to share a home with for protection’s sake, and because well–life is lonely in the Underground without some cavemates.

It was this same mountain that those who explored Above said the Fae Forest was. When she heard that, she became excited–glittering faeries were another childhood dream of sorts, but the forest alone sounded beautiful. Whole towers of crystal? She had to find out for herself. However she was used to striking out at night, so plotted her journey and set out after dusk, her eyes keen on the dark trail. “This way,” She muttered, studying a little hand-drawn map she’d made, based on all that she had researched. Despite the young goblin woman’s silly demeanor, she was rather mature and clever, planning ahead for weeks before setting out. She’d even made sure the weather would be nice, but not too warm. She had to feel the Springtime for herself.

The cave entrance was near the base of the mountain, so thankfully finding her way down the narrow path wasn’t too difficult. Even if some of the steeper drops made her nervous, feet always a bit clumsy. Once at the bottom, she looked around…it was a little hilly landscape, dotted with stands of pine and oak here and there, but not exactly a forest. A landmark–she’d been told that they turned when they reached a big bounder, fallen from the mountain. Which direction, and where the boulder might be, she didn’t know. Gathering a courageous little inhale, she set her repaired hiking boots in the direction of the pines, figuring some trees meant more trees, and the boulder had to roll down straight-ish from the rocky hillside. It felt like hours, going through the nighttime world, on edge to be Above in a still unfamiliar territory.

This wasn’t the quiet Above back home, it was wilderness all around with owls and bats sweeping overhead for their supper, and the slow start of spring frogs chirping from the nearby creek. She saw this world in shades of gray and black, the moon hidden away behind the clouds, but the cave dweller still pressed on, able to clearly see her path and avoid tripping over tree roots. At last a boulder, covered over with moss, called from the right hand side, a big mound in the dark. Rushing over, she put her hand on it with a little laugh, smacking the ancient granite. “HA! Found ya. Now…what next.” She looked around at the trees, closed her eyes, tried to feel the air, get a hint somehow. It was possible she’d find nothing—that the researched stories from old borrowed books and talking with the locals were all too old and the information a true fairy tale now.

Why then did her heart race so much? She was nervous, even fearful of this unfamiliar dark. Biting her lip, she pulled out a cheap set of earbuds, attached to a long outdated Ipod. Music to steady the nerves, but one earbud out and dangling as she made her way towards the old oaks. “B-baby can’t you see, I’m callin’…” She sang nervously under her breath, clutching the map in one hand, her device in the other.

Her feet found a rhythm, a dance, and she began to move forward through the trees, hopeful as they thickened. The music helped, chasing away any spooky vibes with bubblegum stained optimism. She tucked her Ipod into her jacket pocket, shoving the arm up and holding it out as she paused. It was–a little warmer. “Ha, getting’ warmer,” She laughed to herself, and then nearly tripped. Stumbling, she turned to see what had caught her toe–only to gasp at the sight of the biggest single white crystal she’d ever seen, poking casually out of the ground, cracked a little on one side. “Woah.” She crouched, eyes wide as a hand stroked it. “So pretty.” It was still dark, so it glowed like her, but maybe brighter–warmer. It felt warm too, like sunshine had been beating down on it recently. She rose and kept going forward, determined. “I won’t let you turn me away,” She called out in a sing-song. “I know what you wanna do–” She reached into her backpack, taking out a little roll of pink ribbon and a pocket knife. “But I won’t let you confuse me.” She tied a bow around a low branch, and then kept moving. Every few trees, another bow to track her way. If she saw them again ahead, she knew she was being twisted.

However she wasn’t expecting her next find. A great stone and crystal gate–no it was ALL made of the same white quartz, shining and cracked around the edges. Her breath caught and she stopped still, hands tensing at her sides, still carrying the ribbon and map.

“No way…” She reached out, feeling something strange. A sensation that flooded her own emotions, making her fearful of the gate, doubtful of herself. Her hand hesitated before touching it, but when she did it was even warmer. Looking past it, she could see the trees closing in all around, dense and lush, different than before. The air even smelled different, fresher, the hint of nearby running water on the wind. Yet her body seemed to stay still in place, refusing to carry her through the gate. She didn’t have to go through it, she could have gone around—

She smiled to herself. “But that’s not the way we do things, right?” She took another deep breath again and took out her earbuds, tucked the ipod and ribbon into her bag again. All the stories, all the magic simmering in the background of her own existence–here it felt REAL. Like it was undeniable that this gate was purposeful, a trick, a challenge. So she forced her foot forward, with a grunt, then another. “I’m stubborn,” She huffed in defiement. “And too curious. I gotta know why we glow–I gotta know—” She didn’t make sense, she was standing inside the archway now and feeling a wave of dizziness. “It’s a trick,” She huffed, and pushed through. It felt like something sort of gave way, and from one second she was in the chilly forest and the next–someplace entirely. Someplace both beautiful and ruined.

Dusk had settled in, forever. The trees spaced now elegantly and healthy on either side, a cracked and meandering white path dotting through the lush grass under her feet. It was spring, balmy and delightful but not hot. The air smelled like sweet blooms, the sound of a nearby spring burbling away. As she walked, she noticed more cracked crystal, walls, pillars, doorways. Huge shards stuck out here and there, bursting from the soft earth and glowing like sunrise.

“Oh my what a sight.” A little voice chimed out of the tree above, a little blooming maple. Twisting, Thoxa found herself face to face with a little pixie. Dark round eyes shining down from the flowery branches, gossamer lavender and silver hair flowing down around her nude humanoid body, her arms like bird wings with blue and silver opal feathers, her legs feathery and clawed to match.

“I-I could say ditto.” Thoxa finally found her voice, unable to help the uneasy laughter as the little pixie fluttered down, perching on a closer branch as the goblin stepped forward. “What is this place?”

“A place where even the most glittery little goblin should not tread!” Pixie giggled, the sound shrill. “You remind me of a story though. Of a little goblin and a big dragon who live in caves in the mountain. She was shiny too, all ate up by the Glowing.”

“G-glowing, a dragon?!” Thoxa looked around–was this the only faerie here? She was told the Fae all disappeared eons before they knew about them. “H-how…”

“Oh I’ve been here a long time, but this place is frozen in time since—” The Pixie squinted. “Shouldn’t the Veil have turned you back though?”

“I’m guessing that’s the weirdness I felt going through that,” She hooked her thumb at the white archway many yards behind her. The Pixie giggled.

“Oh you are a little fool! Or brave. Or blessed! Who knows. The magic here is wild, returned to Gaia with very few orders in place.”

“I don’t–” Thoxa tried to keep up, not really understanding what the Pixie meant as she suddenly jumped to her feet, fluttering up in front of the goblin’s face.

“Keep going, explore. You might as well—you may never go back to where you came from now!” She giggled as Thoxa’s heart sank with fear, those panicked eyes wide as Pixie whizzed away into the treetops, leaving a little aura of glitter behind her. All around here, there seemed to stir some acknowledgement of her presence–she felt watched.

“I-I can just go back through, right…?” She said, turning—but the archway, the white gate, was gone. Nothing but more cracked towers leaning to one side, crumbling walls. All of it still shining and warm, some covered by moss and vines and wildflowers. A showing of time indeed passing, or simply nature struggling against the ruins. Thoxa moved forward, figuring the Pixie might have been helpful telling her to explore. Maybe something more lay ahead.

And something more did. Over a small hill, she was treated to the sight of an old building, the front walls destroyed entirely, the back and sides crumbling. It revealed the inside like a cracked open dollhouse of what looked to be a once grand room, with colorful stained glass motifs of graceful figures, shattered across their faces. The floor was made of wide tiles, leading up to a platform at the back, shredded tapestries hanging behind what remained of a throne. A creek had dug a path through the room, burbling clean water among the pale soft ruins, moss and grass taking over between the cracks.

As Thoxa drew near, all seemed to grow still and hushed. Her old boots shuffled across the stone, and she felt like she was in a fancy cathedral she had seen in movies, the hole in the ceiling of the place showing the lavender starry sky above. Always dusk. The tapestry shuffled without wind and Thoxa froze in place. “H-hello? I-I’m sorry to have come here–like this,” She began, speaking with uncertainty but compelled to talk to the mysterious chamber around her. “”I’ve always wanted to know–about the magic you know? The crystals have always been around me—they’re inside me.” She touched one stone on her face. “A-and I always thought–the stories of the F-fae were connected, truly. I believed.”

“We are all connected by a greater power,” A smooth delicate voice, not the shrill cry of the Pixie, answered her from behind the throne. A young human-like woman stepped out, as if the air simply breathed her into existence. She was of course taller than the goblin, but still small and willowy, her body clothed in a shift of pearly silk and her hair a shining pale opal–white, then pink, then blue, shifting colors in the dying light of the sun. Her skin even seemed the same, shimmering in a way even the Crystal Goblin’s couldn’t. Her eyes were strange, almost like opals too with no pupil at all. Yet clearly she wasn’t blind as she floated down to Thoxa, tilting her head and smiling a little as Thoxa stepped back. Her movements were unsettling as was her gaze.

“A long time ago, our kind, the Fae as you call them, had a great disaster. I am all that remains of my kingdom now, awakened only briefly in this place…trapped here as an Oracle for the other Courts.” She spoke with a whispering voice Thoxa leaned in close to hear, feeling her body tremble in the presence of this creature. A real Fae, talking to HER.

“I remember little of what caused it–but the violence of the disaster was so great, it cracked the Great Veil, sending Gaia into the Earth weeping–and so her soul, shattered, spread. Into the Underground.” A thin pale hand reached for Thoxa’s own, touching the blue crystal growing there. “It has left its mark so much more than shining rocks. Her magic is unpredictable, Her Will unknowable by even me, one so close to her grave.”

Thoxa felt like sobbing. The woman’s voice was smooth, unfaltering, but the words a melody of sadness, a song of a great tragedy she’d never understand. Kneeling, she shook her head and wiped her teary eyes.

“I-I’m sorry it’s just…” Maybe it was that single touch, a spark from the source. It compelled her to feel what this woman felt, in the realest sense of the word. Like she was sharing her emotions without knowing. The opal woman smiled serenely all the while, watching the goblin try to collect herself. “I also know of Gaia’s influence on one like you, saving you–and now look. You shine from within with the Goddess’ own power, in those shining marks. You knew it all along–you must share something of your ancestor, who was saved.”

“S-saved?” Thoxa blinked, looking up and finally rising. “Oh yes. I remember dreaming of her stirring, of how she felt connected to a goblin on the brink of her own death, a real death, caused by her own outpouring of Mana in the Underground. She reached out and pulled her back, leaving her with the touch of the Goddess. Who knows what might have happened since but clearly it’s had a lasting influence.” The woman paused, seeming to realize something as Thoxa turned over what it meant. What had that first goblin gone through, to nearly die and be saved by a Fae Goddess?! “You have a voice inclined to song,” She muttered thoughtfully after a moment. “It will manifest, if you let it. This Goddess power, this gift through the centuries. Perhaps you are that same soul reborn now for a new purpose.” She shrugged, smiling. “I am an Oracle, even if I feel like a caged one.” “My voice, a gift?” Thoxa chuckled, flushing deep teal at the thought. “Mnn, maybe. I do like to sing. The acoustics in the caverns can be great—” She paused though, frowning. “Why are you caged? Why not be free? Why stay here?” The woman’s emotions flooded her again, wistful and sad. “Many reasons for those many questions. I promise you, I bear it no ill will. It’s my duty now. And you should return—-” “W-wait how? The little…other fairy thing–said I won’t be able to…” “Because I will it. And the Goddess’ Will is in me. I am the Between. I can perform miracles beyond your knowing.” She didn’t say it pridefully, but almost sadly. A great power with great burdens. “Close your eyes.” Thoxa felt compelled to obey, but her heart raced and her mind was spinning like a washing machine with confusion.

The Oracle put her hands gently to Thoxa’s face, brushing those glowing stones. Thoxa gasped, opening her eyes. Suddenly she was in one of the beautiful pools of water in the Caverns, sinking deep, losing air. Reaching up, she felt it was all familiar. The water, the drowning…the way the insides of her, the crystals and the markings, seemed to burn. Blinking again, she was suddenly sitting, soaked and still in her clothes and gear, Alone, in the Caverns. Back home for sure, solid as she sat drenched and confused in the stone pool of clear blue water. “What the hell.” It was a simple statement, not a question, as she slowly stood, shaking off her shoes and climbing out of the pool. Making her way home through the tunnels, she studied the crystals on the walls, on her hands and arms. Every little flickering glow was now a pulse, a connection. To the past, to the Oracle, to the Crystals. She knew her Voice was blessed now, and her connection, while mysterious, was real. Now she had to harness it, use it—her idol dreams were calling.

#lore #worldbuilding #writing #shattered realms twisted reality #goblin #thoxa lore #vtuber lore #original writing

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Black History Month - 5 Black Artists Who Shaped Metal and Punk

For Black History Month, CDM writers selected five African-American artists from past and present who influenced American punk and metal, highlighting their lasting influence and legacies.

#black history month #black music #black artist #african america history #punk #rock n roll #bad brains #screamin jay hawkins #tosin abasi #dead kennedys #fire from the gods #cave dweller music

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Issue 11, 6/28/2023 - The Overseer

This week’s news is once again accompanied by a PDF version of your latest news brought to us once again by the lovely Cheer! Pick it up right here for your viewing pleasure!

The Masquerade!

By Lydia

[Content Warning: Mask Imagery]

[Photographer: Erik Oqvist]

All Hermit Citizens were cordially invited to attend the first formal social event of the year, The Masquerade, hosted by The Garden Club. Depending on the location of each participant, this black-tie event began on either the 23rd or 24th of June, with the chosen venue being The Astral Library in The Nether. The event is still currently taking place and will do so for the remainder of the week, until the 29th or 30th of June, depending on each participant’s time zone. The attendance at The Masquerade rose quickly, with each guest arriving for a night of misdirection, intrigue, celebration, and revelry. Each Citizen seized the chance to show off the incredibly detailed designs of new costumes that many had never debuted before, with each design created by the hands of our exuberant participants.

The Astral Library is a Nether Hub built by Tango Tek, known often for his unsurpassed technical skill. Here, he demonstrates his abilities not only as a diligent engineer but an aesthetically well-versed builder, though he may not speak of it often. With a great number of floors and bookshelves lining the walls and a clear tone of fantasy-centered academic whimsy, The Nether Hub is an ideal choice for an event with a long history of high-society traditions. Sections of The Astral Library used for The Masquerade were divided into the North Gate, the East Gate, the South Gate, the West Gate, the Giant Warped Fungi, and the Purpur Pavillion. The North Gate served as a dimmed area for those sensitive to light, adorned with two misaligned stairs. The East Gate, marked by red stained glass, held a photography booth with amethyst buds to provide an ideal backdrop for Citizens to have their picture taken. The South Gate, marked with lime-stained glass, held the majority of food, as well as a bubbling lava pool for those who needed to stay warm. The West Gate, marked by yellow stained glass, held balconies, open floors, and jukeboxes for those who wished to share their dance moves. The center of the Astral Library held a twisted Giant Warped Fungi and two small pools. Finally, the Purpur Pavillion released its frozen stream to provide an excellent scenic view of the empty void.

The event featured high-end catering provided by many of the Citizen Shop owners who have perfected their culinary skills long before this grand task, one of them being Azelea, the owner of The Lush Cave. These included but weren’t limited to brownies, scones, flan, cupcakes, finger sandwiches, cheese boards, veggie platters, coffee, tea, fruit juices, and water. The event planning team constructed the pools around The Astral Library to accommodate Citizens who are aquatic dwellers, with specifications made for both saltwater and freshwater. Another potential candidate for The Masquerade was either Cub’s Museum or Cleo’s Museum, but neither was chosen due to the heavy preference by most participants for The Astral Library and for the accommodation hosting a party with more attendees than the museums are capable of holding.

While our modern Masquerade centers upon the current trends of fashion, music, and dance, it is known to everyone that Masquerades have a long and storied history. Masquerades are believed to have begun sometime during the Middle Ages as part of a set of Pagan practices, with this one specifically called “Carnival,” involving abbots and bishops cross-dressing and performing a mock Mass accompanied by dancing. The word “carnival” is derived from “carne,” meaning “meat,” denoting the celebration of pleasures related to the subject, both literally and metaphorically. After the ban on Carnival took place during the Protestant Reformation, a new form of Masquerades came to light in the Feast of Fools, a phenomenon that took place during several days leading up to Ash Wednesday, as it implied that for the next several weeks, those who were members of the Catholic religion would avoid any pleasures related to the “Carne” itself.

Masquerades from the Parisian Carnival are often the most sought-after versions in terms of imagery often seen in popular culture today, with references to Parisian theaters, dance halls, masked balls, and operas. Along with the Parisian Masquerades came the introduction of the lithographic process. The cost of printing more newspapers sank significantly due to the rotary press allowing the newspaper companies to print more papers with advertisements of this new invention. Masquerades also took place during the Revolution of 1848 in France, after having been banned during the French Revolution during the previous century, having been present during these various eras and further solidifying the traits of rejecting social hierarchies for its duration and dressing in striking clothing.

With the Hermit Citizen version of the Masquerade having been planned since April 24th, many participants had been creating their Citizen’s costumes and masquerade masks and sharing them in the artistic areas of the Servers before the event took place. These costumes, designed with innovative artistic visions, included many variations upon the classic masquerade masks made in the style of the Venetian Carnival masks, as well as an abundant collection of self-designed gowns, suits, and combinations of both. Participants sent their Citizens strutting down the famed Red Carpet during The Masquerade to demonstrate their handiwork. For those Citizens who are still searching for a hand-made Masquerade costume, two of the Citizen Shops, Raidne’s Tailor Shop and Spider & Co. Clothing Store, are more than ready to assist any patrons of fashion design. An article written by Nes further covers the many outfits worn by your fellow Hermit Citizens.

Our Head of Staff, Roo, debuted their costume first on the Red Carpet, kicking off the event for the rest of the Hermit Citizen Hub. Z, Jax and Ash, Alistair, Phantom Irene, Cirrus, City, Golden, Winter, Nerd, KP, Erina, and Flayre followed. The rest of the attending Hermit Citizens also gracefully debuted the craftsmanship of their respective Server Participants, eagerly searching for their companions of the past few months. The Masquerade provided the perfect opportunity for new Citizens to acclimate themselves to the Server Community, and for older Citizens to meet new friends.

Some who had met for the first time had not always been far from each other and took on the chance to familiarize themselves with former unknown neighbors as well as fellow members of their species. Z and KP had previously both lived in Chromia, but had not met until the event had begun. KP had recognized Z’s artistic talent and penchant for baking sweets. Emi and Cirrus, who had both visited The Birdhouse but had not crossed paths until The Masquerade, waltzed together in the first two-person dance of the event. Faces that had been hidden from the view of the Server for an extended period also made appearances at the soiree in their most sophisticated manners. Terra decided to create an illusion and use her magic to bring a familiar into being, earning her a small red dragon companion named Ares as her newfound pet. During the party, Caspian also provided on-the-move catering, offering drinks and sandwiches to the partygoers. We are certain all of the attendees appreciate your help, Caspian!

Some of the guests came intending to stir up the other attendees, such as Victor the Spider, who seized the opportunity to lightly scare two other guests, Z and Terra, shortly after arriving. He did, however, attempt to make nice afterwards with the group and with other guests, including Amethy and Twist. A mysterious Hummingbird Avian also attended and attempted to seduce Raven, much to the chagrin of her partner, Pen. On a humorous note, both the Hummingbird and Raven were created by the same Hermit Citizen Hub participant, allowing her to show off her mischievous side.

A night of revelry had simply become a temporary stage for The Sculkers and the continuation of their attempts to work through the troubles with The Watchers. While Ender welcomed Avid by bringing him to The Masquerade, Avid’s apprehensiveness was not unwarranted as many of the Sculkers are still reluctant to forgive him after he had caused an immense catastrophe, including mutilation and psychological trauma to the Sculkers over the past month before The Masquerade, and his attempt at redemption in their eyes. Whether he will be able to make amends in the future remains to be unseen, but he and Ender remain stalwart in their efforts to do so.

The more secluded corner of the Purpur Pavilion was used for tarot readings, with Cara demonstrating for a small group, inadvertently providing some much-needed emotional support for Pen. Speaking of sentimentality, Pen took a great step in their relationship with Raven, offering a promise ring to her to declare their undying devotion. The Purpur Pavilion also proved to be an excellent getaway spot for the romantic duos of the party, initially beginning as a place for anyone seeking a bit of privacy to becoming the perfect place to express their deepest affection for their romantic partners away from potentially prying eyes.

The Masquerade has become an elaborate backdrop for many to show off the current developments of their Hermit Citizens, and to capture in this moment their states of mind in the middle of many, many character arcs. The Overseer staff has greatly enjoyed being privy to such an enthralling first social gathering for the entire community. The staff hopes that all of our fellow Hermit Citizens have a wonderful time throughout the rest of the week, and wishes the best of luck to everyone in creating future events!

Now onto other news under the cut!

Weekly Weather Report

By Nes

Temperature will be presented in Celsius format, sorry Americans!

Thursday - Light rain is expected to last throughout the day with a high of 21. Wind should be moderate, and the night sky should be prime for stargazing with a lovely look at the moon which is in a waxing phase! Be sure to bring a rain jacket if you’re doing work outside.

Friday - The rain continues into early morning before clearing up into cloudy skies in the afternoon, with a high of 18. Tonight, the sky will be obstructed by clouds, making it difficult to see stars and the moon. There should be no issues with outdoor activity today!

Saturday - Beginning the day with a bit of dew and fog that will clear up by noon and let way to clear skies, there is a dry atmosphere with a high of 20. The sky will remain clear into the evening and the stars are expected to be quite bright. Due to the rather dry weather, it’s suggested you hydrate!

Sunday - Clear skies continue into Sunday and will last all day with a high of 28. Winds will return, giving a moderate breeze and there is a chance of summer showers in the afternoon as clouds move in to cover the sky. The night sky will be cloudy. It is a decent day to do work outside, just be careful of those showers!

Monday - Cloudy skies with high winds and a high of 16 are expected to last throughout the day, and the chances of the sun or moon peaking through the thick clouds is low. Not ideal building conditions, make sure to strap down anything lightweight to be safe!

Tuesday - Cloudy skies and high winds continue with a high of 18, it is likely this will develop into a category 2 hurricane by the evening. The Overseer advises you not to go outside, strap down any valuables, bring animals inside, ensure you have enough food and water in case power goes out, and stay safe!

Wednesday - Light rains will carry over to Wednesday before clearing up in the mid morning and revealing clear skies with a high of 21. The moon is expected to be visible in the evening and rather large. Not a terrible day to clean up any mess the hurricane made.

Throwback #2 Electric Boogaloo

By Ilea

Welcome back to the little trivia corner once again. I am once again Il and I am here to talk about the amazing trivia in the world of Hermits and Crafting. This time a story I have is about ecological horror, plans gone wrong and just the general story of the Goopy Geyser.

On the server, there is an amazing area called the Donut. It can be seen from spawn, firstly, and was meant to be Mumbo’s base, then a shopping district, but now, it is the Empires Christmas area. However, when it was meant to be the shopping district, the specific place where all the shops were meant to be was a huge cave. We all know and love Joe Hills, and this story revolves around him just wanting to make a bubble elevator.

The cave was a lush cave, which meant that tropical fish would spawn in it, and that the bubble elevator made for the convenience of Hermits started spitting out massive amounts of tropical fish. Naturally, Joe made an attraction out of it and for some time, the nature in the donut was healing.

Sadly, it was taken from us with the update, but if you ever wish to experience the true nature noises, I could not recommend this video more.

Goopy Geyser, you will be missed and hopefully remembered by the random coordinate fishes that are found in weird places on the server to this day.

Astrology Corner

By Corundumcat

Have you been feeling without guidance? Do you look at your birthday and look up your star sign and wonder, “Have I eaten enough cake this week?” “Will I be cake-assigned this week?” Don’t worry, here at The Overseer, we can help you.*

Aries: a cake made up of cheese ( sorry to folk who are lactose intolerant)

Taurus: lemon drizzle cake

Gemini: ice cream cake

Cancer: blackforest cake

Leo: lane cake

Virgo: chocolate crepe cake

Libra: cinnamon mocha cake

Scorpio: cherry blossom and strawberry mousse

Sagittarius: chocolate orange cake

Capricorn: Overseer cake

Aquarius: matcha cake

Pisces: brownie cake

All star signs: Don’t worry, eat cake.

*Ignore how blatantly specific these are. Nothing bad will happen to you.

Lost and Found

By Lydia

All of the following items have been brought to The Overseer staff’s office for safekeeping until they are claimed. If you recognize one of these items as yours, please visit us to receive your items, or contact us at [email protected]. Thank you! *Not a real email address.

Item 1: Several Stray Cats These cats include two Tabby cats, one Maine Coon, three Norwegian Forest cats, and one Turkish Angora. All of these cats are being well-cared for by our staff members who have an affinity for these creatures, which is the majority of those working here at The Overseer. If any of these cats are yours, please be careful when attempting to pry them out of the hands of our staff members. While the cats may not bite, the staff members may do so, as they have grown very attached to them.

Item 2: A dark magenta and gold Battle Hammer This battle hammer is almost as tall as the average Player and features an ornate design on its head plated in gold. The handle, in a dark magenta color, is meticulously painted, and the bottom of the handle is also plated in gold. The craftsmanship of this hammer appears forged from many years of carefully practiced skills, and we commend the creator for such excellently executed work!

[This Minecraft Battle Hammer was created by Berry, who posted a photograph of it in the Media channel.]

Item 3: Posters advertising Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity-themed Popsicles Posters created and distributed by Azure were given to many Citizens looking for a tasty treat on Thursday morning, although some of these posters were found scattered around both Grian’s Base and Decked Out, but were not hung up. If you would like to pick up a poster, please visit The Overseer Headquarters and follow the directions to find yourself the perfect remedy on a hot summer day!

Item 4: Several photographs of The Astral Library during preparations for The Masquerade These photographs depict several areas of The Astral Library with decor set for The Masquerade, including pictures of the Giant Warped Fungi, several stories of library floors, the Purpur Pavillion, a set of open balconies, jukeboxes, a photography booth, and an open waterfall pouring down into the Void below it. No Citizens were depicted in these photographs.

Item 5: A pair of red high-heeled shoes and makeup A pair of very bright candy apple red stilettos in size 9 in women’s shoes were found in The Astral Library near the photography booth between the East Gate and the South Gate. A makeup set including dark red lipstick, smoky eye shadow, and liquid eyeliner was also found next to these shoes without anything to hold them. If these items are yours, we hope you had a glamorous night at The Masquerade, and commend your taste in both fashion and makeup.

Item 6: A men’s dress shoe partially covered with sculk A men’s brown leather dress shoe in a size 14 was found in the Purpur Pavilion. No one wanted to touch it without using a claw grabber as it appeared that the sculk could have been still active, shifting in various directions. The Overseer staff has kept it in a glass case and has been watching the Sculk slowly spread to overtake the entire shoe. Those in its vicinity have noted that they feel an overwhelming desire to try it on, but none have attempted to do so for fear of the sculk spreading further, and no one wants to make contact with it. If this shoe is yours, we will pay you several diamonds to take it away from us!

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Word Search and Crossword by Lydia

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And that's all for this week's news folks! Thank you for reading and have a wonderful week.

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your art is so incredible!! how do you come up with ideas, what is your creative inspiration? Keep up the lovely illustrations!! 🐉

Aww thank you!! What i usually do is i like to listen to music as i draw. I feel like this opens my imagination more. A lot of things come to me as i draw, as well. For example, with the mountain wings, i didn't want to do feathered wings (cuz it looked weird) so i decided on giving them fur at the base of the wings. Other inspiration is from what other people say about it. With the cave dwellers mother looked at it and said they looked like rats and thats when i decided to give them whiskers because they might need them when going into narrow spaces. I usually have to be in the mood to draw as well, which can be almost every day for some few months and then i can suddenly go a month or two with no creative inspiration at all. I don't know if this answers it, because i was kind of unsure on how to answer your question. Thank you for asking!

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bottom of the deep blue. (2)

⇒ mermaid!suna x siren!reader

summary : sirens, creatures of unmatched beauty and cunning charm, they lure men in with their voices and grace, taking advantage of all the gullible fishermen and pirates. mermaids, the peacekeepers of the deep blue sea, naive and kind to a fault at times. a fated encounter between the two underwater dwellers leads to a difficult situation and a love that shouldn’t be.

warnings : less mean!suna more cocky dorky mermaid!suna, lovesick hopeless romantic reader :,) , naive reader, uncomfortable interaction with a man, oblivious reader?

genre : mermaid au, pirate au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, betrayal

a/n : SORRY FOR THE LATE POST, i’ll try and be more consistent in the future! also the descriptor “milky” isn’t for the skintone, it’s for the skin texture, i feel like if someone had developed legs after having a tail their whole lives, their thighs and upper legs would be like ‘milky’ soft 💀 hope they longer chaoter makes up for the later post!

w/c : 4.6k

“close your eyes.”

“and what will closing my eyes achieve?” you huffed as rintarou kept holding whatever was in his hands behind his back.

“it will achieve the purest reaction when i unveil what i’m hiding!” you feel your chest tighten in happiness at the endearing look on his face, eyes beaming brightly with a pretty grin.

“ugh fine,” you give him a teasing pout before squeezing your eyes shut, putting both hands out you make a grabbing motion as you impatiently wait for him to give you what he kept hidden.

he snorts and slaps your hands down, which in turn gains an annoyed whine from you, he however ignores this and clears his throat signaling for you to finally open your eyes and uncover what he’s been hiding from you.

when you slowly peel your eyes open you’re met with what you assume is a light blue dress, it drifts and sways in rintarous hands as he holds it in front of your face. the grip he has on the garment is tight and he shakes it side to side a bit before pulling it away from your face, showing his grin again with the dress now by his side.

“so? what do you think?”

“… it’s— nice?” dumbfounded, you grabbed the dress from him and held it up in front of you again.

“what am i meant to do with this? sirens and mermaids don’t really require any clothing down here,” pressing the dress tightly against your chest you look down at the piece of clothing with a small smile. “oh, is it another gift? thank you rin, i’ll be sure to add it—”

“no you loser, i'm taking you to the surface, mermaids and sirens may be okay without clothes but humans aren’t. we need to blend in!”

a beat of silence passes, rin stares at you expectantly while you stare back at him in disbelief. you feel your lower lip tremble and your hands gripping the dress begin to shake as your heartbeat becomes erratic, your head swims with thoughts and fantasies about the world above the sea, where humans lived freely, where nature blossomed and allowed creations like trees and hundreds of different flowers to bloom in the seasons. there were so many things you were dreaming of seeing, things you wanted to smell, foods you wanted to taste, music not only created by voice but by instruments. living vicariously through rin wasn’t enough anymore, you finally had the opportunity to experience everything you’ve ever wanted. rintarou was a gift and a blessing to you.

“yn? do you— not want to go?” his voice came out quiet, questioning, a small thrown adorning his charming face. your heart dropped at his sadness, you rush to comfort him.

“no it’s not that! i’d love to go, especially with you! it’s just, i never believed i’d actually get the chance…” you gave him a tight lipped smile, hands gripping his tightly, eyes examining every movement or twitch on his face.

“does that mean you’ll wear the dress?” his voice was still small but the frown was now replaced by a small teasing smile.

“anything for you, rin.”

—

you both rendezvoused at your little cave, sharing a nod and a mutual smile before pushing yourselves towards the water's surface. the closer you got to the light, the more the excitement burnt in your chest, like fireworks right before they exploded. you grip onto rintarou’s hand and break the barrier, your eyes pushing through the blanket of water first, focused on the pink hues in the sky. clouds dotting the canvas.

you stared in awe and amazement at the sky as it shifted colours, the pinks and peaches made way for a light purple, hints of blue mixed into it all. you couldn’t help but gape at the beauty of the world above the bottom of the deep and dark sea.

rintarou watched you watch the sky, eyes soft and warm at the sight in front of him. never had he seen someone so dangerous look so innocent and excited, he felt the need to keep you close, watch over and protect you from the bad things he never explained about humans. he should have warned you about their wicked nature, but he couldn’t bring himself to destroy your bright little fantasy. he’d keep you safe.

“we should get to shore before it’s too bright, the market should have enough shade until your eyes can adjust to the brightness.”

“but it’s not that bright! i want to see the palm trees and the flowers rin!”

he laughed, clasping your hand and pulling you towards a secluded rocky area. “and you will, but we need to make sure you can adjust to the sunlight before we do anything too crazy.”

humming along to what he says you grip his hand tightly back, your eyes scanning the horizon to catch a glimpse of the human world. when you two made it close enough to the rocks, rintarou hauled himself out, letting his iridescent tail form into two human-like legs. the only sign of his unusual heritage being the remnants of his pretty pearly scales that fade back into the skin of his calves. you realise then that he has the whole form of a human, you snap your gaze away from his care body, your whole body burning up from the embarrassment of ogling him.

rin smirked down at your reaction before pulling on the trousers he left out to dry, only reaching down to grab your arm once he had put on his loose fitting white shirt. when both your arms were gripped into his, he pulled you out of the water, helping you rest your back against the rock without cutting the flesh of your tail on the sharp edges. he grabbed one of the cloths he set aside with his clothes the day before, dabbing it onto your tail to soak up the moistness and progress the drying.

“what does that do?”

“it’ll help you form your legs! that is… if sirens can form legs— though i assume they can if mermaids can?”

“wait, does that mean there’s a chance i won’t get legs like yours?”

“i mean it’s a possibility, i’ve never really looked into sirens before.”

your heart sinks, you look down dimly at your tail, the sun began rising higher and higher causing the light to bounce off of your tail and plaster the pretty colours on the rocks around you. yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to gape. “so… this is it? this is the most i can experience?” your watery gaze lifts up to rintarou’s figure standing above you, giving him a wobbly smile as a teardrop finally escaped.

you move to push yourself back in the water, only stopping a millimeter before your tail could touch the waters reflective surface. it was only the strong grip of rin’s hand on your arm and the line of separation that began forming at the fin of your tail that stopped you from giving yourself the final push into the water. you watched in shock as two feet began to form, your tail changing more and more into that of a bi-pedal human. you smoothed your hands over the milky soft texture of your new legs, you pressed your hands against the large rock below you using all your strength to stand.

what you didn’t account for was the fact that you’ve never had legs before. so when you finally pushed yourself up, your legs gave out immediately, causing your body to fall forward into the ever so cautious arms of rintarou. he gripped your shoulder with one arm as the other secured itself around your waist, his hold being the only thing keeping you up. you once again felt the embarrassment from earlier as you realised now you were the bare and vulnerable one in front of him.

with a gasp you push him off of you, grabbing the dress from his hands before your weak yet heavy legs dragged you down once again. dropping your body against the boulder below you, you yelp in pain at the scratches that litter your legs, a sharp pain shooting it’s way up from your palm burning even stronger at the salt water that seeps into the gash along your hand. you quickly throw the dress on, assuming your head goes through the larger hole before throwing your two arms through the other two holes left.

“i’m sorry! i was just surprised. are you okay?” on your hands and knees you drag yourself towards rin who sits up from his position on the rock a little further away from you. he groans as he wipes his hands on his trousers.

“it’s okay, im fine.” he pushes himself up, pulling you up once he gains his footing again. “are you okay? if we get to the shore there’s a lady i know who’ll help you patch that up.”

you gulp nervously, looking down at your stained palm. feeling a little form in your stomach. “a lady?” you don’t mean for it to sound so desperate and displeased, and obviously a sly man like rintarou would speak to other women. you shouldn’t have made yourself feel so special.

he bites back a laugh and grabs your hand before pulling you in closer. his arms moving to pull you onto his back. you fight back for a second before giving up, noticing the smile placed permanently on his annoying handsome face. “no need to be jealous, pearl. elderly women aren’t my type.” you tense at his teasing.

“i wasn’t jealous.”

he only hums in response, the smile present in his tone.

—

“so this lady, does she know you’re a mermaid?”

“she’s never asked but i’m certain she has an idea. i pay her in my tails scales. they’re very useful for mortal beings, the dried scales of a mermaid have healing properties so they usually use them for medicine.”

you nod along to what he says, arms tightly circled around rin’s neck as he continues explaining the resources you underwater dwellers could supply to humans.

“and what about siren scales?”

rin’s pace slows for a moment, he clears his throat, gripping the bottom of your thighs a little tighter. “uhm, well, you know i don’t actually know… i’ve never asked!” he ends his sentence with a strained chuckle, confusing you.

“well we have similar tails don’t we? wouldn’t that mean they’d have similar-”

“look, i’ve never asked so i can’t answer that question okay?” he lightly snapped at you, causing you to close your mouth. you lowered your face into the crook of

his neck, nodding silently.

he sighed and gave a quiet apology. the two of you continued walking towards the shack which grows larger and larger the more you walk. your head perks up again when you guys finally make it to the door of the shack. a hand painted sign with writing you can’t read and a splatter of a hand print plastered onto it.

you tap rin’s shoulder lightly, gaining his attention, making him turn his head to face you. “rin, what does that say?” you mumble into his shoulder, one finger outstretched to point to the sign.

“it says ‘beware of the witch.’ it’s a warning to keep away other humans.”

“why would she want to keep away other humans?”

“maybe she just doesn’t like humans. y’know, like how mermaids don’t like sirens.”

“but, you like me?” you tilt your head at him, eying him curiously.

he sputters, moving his hands from under your thighs to grip under your knees instead. playing everything off with a cough he nods. “yeah well, we’re different.”

“good different?”

“great different.”

you’re happy with that response, once again lowering your face to his neck, letting your chin rest on his shoulder with your head resting against his own. you hum happily.

rin pushes the door open, carefully placing you down onto the floating bed nailed into the corner of two walls. you feel the fabric swing at the weight of your body, you smile down at it, using your arms to sway yourself a bit more. “rin, what’s this?”

“it’s a hammock, it’s like a bed without any support other than the nails or rope used to keep it up.”

you mumbled out a small ‘wow’ and continue swaying as rintarou moved towards the back of the shop. calling out for a ‘helen’ you ignore him as you look around the shop, jars filled with dehydrated scales and scales in jars filled with what you assume is sea water. there are different plants found from the depths of the sea only creatures like you or rin could reach, further confirming your suspicion that this lady, helen, knew suna was more than just a pretty boy with a cocky smile.

“oh? is that my favourite scavenger?” a little old lady, adorned in jewels you’d recognised from your cave and scales the same colour as your partner in crimes, walks out of a door in the back of the shop. she wore a long dress and what rin would call, an apron. she gave him a sweet smile before locking onto your curious gaze.

“and you must be yn? rin’s pretty little girlfriend.” she gave the same sweet smile to you that she had given him. you bit back a smile at her words, “pretty?” you mumbled.

“aha, helen— she’s not my girlfriend! just… a girl that i happen to be friends with?” he sounds unsure, arms crossed across his chest with his shoulders tensed up. “anyways that’s not why we’re here. yn slipped on our… latest trip, and she got a pretty ugly cut on her palm, you think you could fix it up?”

you frowned at his wording, looking down at your blood stained palm. ‘ugly?’ helen walked around the display table in front of her door, hands on her hip as she made a ‘tsk’ noise using her mouth. your own mouth moving to mimick the sound.

“it does look bad, but it’s nothing a little bit of ointment can’t fix.” she pulls out a tin from her aprons pocket, twisting the lid and applying the cool jelly over your palm and the small scratches that littered your legs. it felt soothing at first, and like a crabs pinchers gripping onto your skin, the pain burst through your skin immediately. you gasped trying to rub off the ointment from your body but were held down by suna.

“stop, rin, it hurts— get it off!” you struggle against his hands, mumbling small pleas as the burning pain starts to settle.

“sorry, pearl. it’s usually like that the first time. but it’s an instant fix, see?” you push his hands off of you, looking down at your skin where the cuts once lay. it was again as bare as when you formed your legs.

“it’s fine… thank you.” you mumbled, letting suna pull you up like a rag doll. he exchanged a few more words with helen, before turning towards the door, throwing a ‘thank you’ over his shoulder at her. only stopping when he reaches the nob.

“be careful suna, siren’s are incredibly valuable to the men of the seas.”

he gulps at the warning, knowing she had figured you out as quickly as she figured him out. shrugging it off he pulls the door open and walks out with you piggybacking him again. his hands back under your thighs again.

“what does she mean? why are siren’s incredibly valuable?“

rintarou ignores you, continuing his strenuous walk towards the market he promised to take you to.

—

you eventually got bored of his silence, and your lack of ability to walk. so you did what you thought was best, pushing yourself off of his back, your body weight pulling him the opposite direction causes him to lose his balance, hands dropping your thighs causing you to fall back and land on the sandy floor with a thud.

he looks back at you in surprise, scrambling to pull you back up. you slap his hands away with a groan, pushing yourself to be on all fours, slowly moving yourself up to put more weight on one leg. “rin, please teach me how to walk. you’re getting tired of carrying me and i’m getting tired of being carried!”

he sighs, pondering for a second before ultimately nodding. he gently grips your hands, slowly pulling you up, moving his grip to your forearms as you try and find balance on your feet. “can you feel your legs?”

you nod, bending your knees and twisting your feet. he nods along with you, “okay, can you lift your right leg for me?” you carefully lift your leg up, before immediately dropping it back down at the feeling of yourself dipping to the left.

“can you do the same with your left?” you lift your left leg up before placing it back down quickly. suna pats your arms and pulls you forward harshly, causing you to stumble. he lets go of your arms mid stumble and watches you move your legs to find balance. you let out a shocked gasp at his betrayal and continue you your stumble for a second longer before hitting the tree in front of you.

rin chokes back his own gasp, not expecting you to bash into the giant tree that has been behind him. he runs to grab you, pulling you up and biting back a laugh at your annoyed huff.

“traitor.”

“just teaching you how to fly, baby bird.”

“i wanna go back home.” you pout, looking out at the ocean. a longing feeling settling within you. you missed your sisters.

“already!? but we haven’t even gotten to the market yet, it’s just this way i promise!” he grips your hand and begins running, dragging you along behind him causing you to stumble and flop like a fish out of water, trying to catch up with the tall, insufferable man.

“rin! please, slow down— i don’t know how to use my legs yet!”

—

the sun was high up in the sky by the time the two of you made it to the market, you finally understood why rin wanted you to stay in the shade so badly. the bright light reflected off of the shining sand, burning your eyes that hadn’t seen anything but the dark waters of the sea you lived in your whole life.

rin, being prepared for this, pulled out what he calls a ‘jacket’ from his satchel, placing the clothing on your head to block out the suns aggressive light from your eyes. giving you some relief from the pain that had been causing your eyes to burn up and dry out.

“i’ll make sure this trip is worth it, yn. we’ll get out of here soon. i should’ve been more careful of your circumstances.”

“rin, it’s fine. plus, didn’t you have to go through this too? during your first time on land?”

he pauses for a second, before he carefully shakes his head. “no, mine was pretty easy to get through. my eyes stung a bit and i definitely had weak legs, but i guess it affects you differently?”

“weird.”

the two of you make it to the edge of the market, you hear the loud chattering of people and in your excitement you throw the jacket off of your head. you gape at the many stalls lining the town, you see buildings stacked on one another, and places with tables outside, humans drinking from little cups and children running around. the smells of the market were driving your senses wild, something sweet from the flowers and the fruits and desserts around you, something that smells thick and smokey, making your mouth water and your stomach grumble. you glanced around, the colours were beautiful, stalls with little colourful roofs, and the plants you’d only dreamed of seeing.

“so?” rin grips your hand softly, a knowing smirk growing on his lips the more he watches you gaze around in astonishment. “does it exceed your expectations? fulfil your fantasy?”

you stay silent, listening to the people speak, the words blending together, the accents far too strong for you to comprehend with everything that’s going on around you. you feel the breeze from the nearby ocean on your arms and the grip of suna’s hand ground you. you turn to him with a bright smile.

“it’s better than anything i’ve dreamed of.” he returns your smile, nudging you forward to move into the crowd. the two of you begin walking down the streets, taking a look at everything around you, your wide eyed gaze locked onto all the aromatic foods and the brightest jewels you could find.

when you’d see something that you’d really want, suna would pull out a small bag of coins from his satchel and drop a gold piece onto the table. by the time you’d reached the final food stall, you’d already eaten at least five different fruits, a strawberry cake and, though you felt guilty, you’d eaten a fish flake too. as you walked rin would explain the different things you’d seen, the cakes and fruits, why the fish looked the way it did, and when you finally got to the trinkets you couldn’t hold back your excitement.

letting go of rin’s hand you ran, or stumbled, forward. knocking into a table with sparkling jewels and gold rings, unfortunately in your current accident prone state you also managed to knock into a nearby man who had also been gazing at the stall. he chuckles at your sudden intrusion into his space, gripping your arms to balance you out again. “well hello, pretty.” he looks you up and down, hands sliding from your arms to your own hands. you gaze up at him with wide eyes, heart beating rapidly and your breath feeling short. you gulped nervously and moved back, turning to look back at rin who eyed the man with a slight glare.

“ah, i see you’re spoken for. my apologies, miss.” he lets go of your hand, stepping back, eyeing you up once more before he moves to turn around. he quickly looks back at you, eyes focussing in on

the end of your long pale dress, locked in on the skin of your ankles. the shimmer of the scales that hadn’t blended into your skin.

his breath hitched. he turned away with the clearing of his throat and the tip of his hat towards rin.

you looked back at suna with a confused tilt of your head. he shook his own and nodded towards the stall. you let out a happy hum, eyeing the many valuable items curiously. “rin, look! isn’t this clip pretty?” you held up the little silver clip, it had the design of one of the nearby flowers, with a pretty pink jewel in the middle of it. you held it closer to suna’s face, eyes sparkling with joy. “can we get it?” you pleaded with him excitedly.

he sighed with a small smile and pulled out his coins again, eyes staring down at the half empty bag. “i need to teach you about money and how not to spend it…” he laughed nervously. placing a few coins down, he hurriedly gripped your hand and pulled you away from the stall, your eyes still fixated on the many other things on display.

“here, let me put that on for you.” suna broke your interest away from the stall when his voice cut through the silence between the two of you. you looked up at him inquisitively before holding out the clip. the two of you stopped walking, letting him take the opportunity to steady you, before sliding the clip near your ear, successfully pushing and holding the hair on your right side out of your face.

“how does it look?”

“it looks great, it’s pretty.”

“pretty?” suna nods to reaffirm what he said, but you just hummed. “am i pretty?” he pushes the rest of your hair off your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“you’re always pretty.”

you nod, a happy little smile on your face. you link your fingers together, squeezing his hand. “rinrin?”

“rinrin?” he questions the new nickname.

“rintarou, what does ‘pretty’ mean? in the humans term.”

“i don’t think it has much of a difference from the way we use it, to be quite honest. it’s just used when you see something… pretty?”

you snort at his explanation, rolling your eyes as you kick at the sand. “we’ve been using that word all day.”

“we have, haven’t we?”

“hey, rin?”

he hums.

“thank you, for today and, for everything… oh and the clip! i hope you know i think you’re quite pretty too.”

“well of course, i am a mermaid, if i wasn’t pretty what worth would i have down in the bottom of the ocean?”

you push him lightly and grumble as the two fo you continue walking closer to the waters. the setting sun reflecting off of it, creating a dazzling jewel like sparkle on your home.

“today was fun, remember when i said i wanted to go home?” you paused, your hands now behind your back. “i take it back. as much as i’d miss my sisters, i’d give anything to be able to experience life above the water for as long as possible.”

“i get that, that’s why i’m up here so often. it’s— it’s a different experience… i’d probably do anything to live like the people up here too.”

you both make it back to the rocks, he looks you up and down once before pulling his shirt off, exposing his toned chest, which would normally be fine but after learning about the modesty of humans, you can’t help but feel bashful at his semi nudeness. you turned away, pulling off your shoes and dress before hurriedly throwing yourself into the water, begging in your mind that he hadn’t seen your bare body like before.

your head peeks out from the water, your tail already back to its original state, you eye rin who hides your belongings in a small nook between the rocks, before he too joins you in the water. “y’know, it’s pretty obvious when you’re checking me out.”

you sputter at his teasing accusation, slapping his shoulder as you turn away in embarrassment at the thought of being caught. “i wasn’t checking you out, i was curious as to what you were doing.”

“right. because the muscles on my back are so interesting? you were looking at just the muscles on my back…right?”

“goodbye, rin. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you gave him a kiss on the cheek and dived back under the water. not letting your newest regrettable moment eat away at you.

you left rin at the surface, diving deeper and deeper down to where you’d find your sisters. blissfully unaware of any conversation, or confrontation suna may get into.

you had your own responsibilities to attend to now.

—

“where were you!?”

“i- well, i was…”

“you had us worried sick! and not just that, you weren’t there for today’s hunt, we were one siren down and that cost us our feast. you knew today was another hunt.”

“i’m sorry…”

“sorry is not going to cut it this time, yn. your recklessness couldve endangered us all. you should not act so selfishly.”

you silently nodded, moving to your own sleeping area, feeling the eyes of all your sisters on your back as you slept facing away from them. you shut your eyes tightly, trying to bring back the happy mood you had from your day with rin before your sister’s lecture ruined it.

yet you couldn’t catch a break.

“who were you with?”

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