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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝐵𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ⸰ 🫧 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

Powerful Sorcerer Gojo Satoru falling in love with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Water Fairy 🫧🦋

Authors Note ✿ : this is a request from @arisucat :3 this is also kinda rushed i just done this prob like 1 hours or some idk, anyways enjoy and if you like my works, please give reblog and feedbacks! tysm.

Warnings ✿ : male masturbation, breeding kink (?), i think thats it lmfao, the rest of it was just fluff fluff fluff. lmk if miss anything though. reader skin color is not announced.

Wc : 6,3k

The first time he had laid his eyes on you he swear to the sun and star that you're the most beautiful creature he ever seen in his entire life.

no Moon, or Stars, or even his blue eyes can beat your beauty. you're an exquisite one.

he really love seeing you showing your talent, espesially with children. where he sees at the fountain in the middle of the garden surrounding by little childs.

sometimes he paid himself to join you and the little children, making them all laugh, and also he was there to make you laugh too ;).

he love about how around you filled with such laugh and joy, the happiness of the children, how you show your water power to them, making them confused yet curious however.

it sparks something in gojo.

the first time he sees you he tell himself that he just think you're a very exquisite creature and it makes him overwhelmed, but as times goes by, he realize that he was actually starting to..... falling in love.

the way you show your power to children, how friendly and shy you are, how you were making the childrens happy, how you make him feel so happy...

it leads to his thinking of wanting to marry you and fuck with you. having kids together and making those little humans of yours happy.

and he didnt even denied his thinking. he really does wanna fuck you in your wedding dress, in the middle of the night, pressing your back, breeding you, and make babies with you.

he always drowning in those nasty romantic dreams while his hands holding his cock, stroking it up and down, dreaming about you, thinking about you, and imagining the future of you both together.

it doesnt gonna take long enough for him to confess to you and how the way he said "i love you" and "would you like to be mine?"

its been 7 years since you both dated, theres a rough time but you both always try to help each other.

and after 7 years waiting, he finally had a time to make you completely his.

𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 📝

Gojo invite you to a garden you always visit of where you make entertainment for childrens, it was still afternoon on when he message you

{ Hello Y/N! ha-ha-ha... if you have time, would you like to meet me in your favourite garden tonight? }

{ oh why of course toruu' :) }

{ thank you so much dear! you're the best! meet me on the pale moonlight tonight, at your favourite garden, from your Satoru <3 }

you read the message while giggled a little bit, you actually want to ask 'why' but you think he just tryna plan some surprise for you, and you dont want to mess that up, so you just agreed with him.

﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍

now its the time, you had seen the moonlight, it almost turned pale. you had your soft-blue colored dress on, you had your hair done and your high heels, you also tuck and hiding your wings inside your dress. you're all ready. now its time to go!

﹍.﹍

you've waited for the bus to pick you up, at the meantime, you had been texted Gojo Satoru.

{ Toruu' i'm all ready, i'll be right there in 20 minutes 💙 }

{ of course babydoll! wait me there. }

after the short text, you see some light coming towards you, turns out it was your bus, now you get in and wait for 20 minutes to get to the location.

﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍

finally...... you arrived, you look around the water fountain in which you didnt found him so you texted him again.

{ toru i'm beside the fountain, where are u?? }

Toruu' didnt respond.

so you called him.

*Bzztt* *Bzztt*

*Pick up Sound*

"Toruu? where are u? i'm sitting in the fountain and i havent seen you"

"BABYDOLL I'M SORRY! i'm coming really fast rn!"

you heard rushed footstep in the phone as if he was running. And soon enough you really heard the rushed footstep, outside your phone. you quickly turn your head to where the sound come from in which you find him.

"oh toruu!..."

"sorry Y/N i got like extra work but i finally did it all!"

you sigh at his explanation. in which you say

"its ok toruu, at least you're here now. anyway why are u inviting me to this place here? is there is something you wanna talk about?"

gojo finally snapped back to reality, he looked at you with wild eyes and said

"Why of course Y/N! i got big surprise for you! but i need you to look back and close your eyes right now!"

"what why?.."

"just do it! you're gonna love this one."

you put your back to his direction and closing your eyes, you heard some things that you dont know what is it so you said.

"T-toru what is i-"

"ok Y/N you can open your eyes now!"

you open your eyes and look back at him only to find him on a position where his left knee is on the ground, and his right knee is up. his hand was holding a ring box containing a very expensive and beautiful looking ring.

you gasp at him.

"toru?...."

"yes babydoll. i want you to be mine. i want you to stay in my home, sleep in my bed, having a little babies of me in your hand, how you would be so good to me, how you would make our childrens happy. i want it all, i want you. i've been waiting for 7 years for this, and i cant take it anymore, i really need you to be mine." he said as he look at you with a hungrily eyes as if he wants to devour you.

"G-Gojo satoru are u.. are u really being serious right now?"

"Of course Darling!"

"oh well i would love to be yours al-"

not finishing your sentence, gojo quickly grabbed his hands around your waist and hugging you.

"oh fucking finally!, those 7 years of waitin' & waiting! i've finally got you. you're all mine now babydoll.."

"mhm yes satoru, yes.."

﹍.﹍.﹍

2 weeks later.

"Y/N hurry up he have been waiting!" your friend says.

"okay F/N, i'm coming i'm coming...."

this was it, your wedding day. how've you both waited so much for this. you at that time was putting some accesories in your hair, until your friends finally shout at you again.

"Y/N come on!"

"Jeez okay okay F/N..."

you quickly go to the front side, there was a big curtain in front of you. if you open it, then its all going to began.

you take a breath, one, two, three...

you slowly open the curtains. and then theres you look at him, Gojo Satoru. standing & smilling at you. you see Yuuji, Megumi, Nanami on the other side. you see your family and his. you slowly but surely walking down the alley of the weddings. you see people turn their heads and look at you. you didnt mind them. you still put your heads to the direction of Your Beloved man.

Gojo then offered his hands to you, in which you accept.

the priest then said

"Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall lived?"

you both look at each other and says

"yes. i am."

"and with this, Do you take Gojo Satoru as your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

both you and satoru then, once again, looked at each others eyes. in which you replied.

"yes. I will take Gojo Satoru, as my lawful Husband."

Gojo Smiled brightly at you, he quickly pick you up and put kisses all over your face while the priest is just looking at you both shyly.

gojo then put you down again. and said with a visible voice

"well done my wife. i just hope you will prepare for tonight..."

"sstt! Toruu..! everyones watching at us.."

"aww why? now everyones know that you're fully and truly mine and only mine Babydoll."

Gojo giggled at you while you look at him embarassingly, he grab your chin and kisses your forehead while he pick you up once again and hugging you.

After those 7 years with you being girlfriend and boyfriend, the powerful sorcerer has finally put his rings into his beloved water fairy's finger, as he swear to the moon and the stars, that he would love you with all of his life, and that he swear, he would kill, and die for you, to showing off his devotion for you. his beloved (round) water fairy Wife. 🫧🦋

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asp1diske-art · 24 days

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Your technical skill with lineart and shading is amazing in itself, but it's your ability to convey emotion and atmosphere in your work that is trademark to me :) its incredible how you can show through gesture and body language just what these masked, expressionless characters are feeling, and how the environment itself conveys that. Your lurien comics, especially the one that ends in something along the lines of "I return to the kingdom you abandoned" are I think the spark that made Lurien go from Some Guy to Deeply Interesting for me, and your use of color pop and shaky line contributed so much to the feeling in those comics. You are one of the artists whose skill at evoking emotions I aspire to <3

Oh wow, I've been reading and re-reading this for the last 20 minutes this is amazing.

So, emotions!

If there is one thing I'm proud to have accomplished during my time in Hollow Knight, it's the skill of expressing tone. Because here's the thing, facial expressions are just one of the many components of tone. (I even wrote about this in another ask some time ago.) Colors, gestures, camera angle, lighting, paneling, lines and narration - all of these come together to convey the mood of the scene.

Check out these wips from the Watcher and the Watched comic, for example.

You can see that color played a huge role in setting the atmosphere in the comic. It shows that this comic is taking place in the Watcher's Spire, but it also gives a dark, subdued feeling that wouldn't come from idk, a yellow background. The backlight emphasizes the ominous tone of the last page. As does Lurien's pose - coupled with the butler looking up and Lurien looking down, it makes it look like Lurien is looming over his butler (and the reader). All this builds up to deliver Lurien's lines with maximum impact.

So yeah, a lot goes into conveying tone in comics, and I'm very happy to hear that it was recieved well!!

The Lurien, Dreamer comic. It's almost 2 years old now but it's still one of the favorite comics I drew about him. Together with the City of Tears comic, it's the epitome of my interpretation of Lurien. My characterization of Lurien's relationship with the Pale King was quite different from the usual fanon at the time (I don't know how it is now, I haven't gone into the tags in years haha) and I wasn't really sure how people would take it. So I'm glad to hear that it got you interested in Lurien!

It's the one that took the longest too lol. Usually I draw comics in a single setting, but that one took 3 days. Besides Two Ghosts (which was an 18 chapter+@ comic that was over 50p and took about 2 months), no other comic has broken this record. I put in a lot of care into it, and it still holds a special place in my heart.

Honestly half the reason I use messy, sketchy lines is that I suck at drawing clean lines lmao. But I like to think that I've made the best of it and utilized it as an art style. In that comic especially, because the whole thing takes place in the dream realm and I wanted to give a rough, unreal feel to it.

I'd show breakdowns of this one too but the file is so big it keeps crashing lol. (Pro tip - draw your comic pages in separate files. Don't be like me and draw 300dpi 10p comics with 30 layers in each page in a single canvas. It will crash and you will be sad.) But drawing the White Palace was a interesting challenge because I usually draw in highly saturated colors whereas the Palace is, well, white. So I had to work out a way to color this without making everything looking grey, while also making it recognizable as the palace. iirc I used a lot of overlay & burn & dodge layers along with a few difference & subtract layers to give the white a slight yellow tint to stand out from the dark blue. (I'm pretty sure they're the culprits crashing the file.)

Sorry this got long, I really took this as an invitation to ramble about my art hkfsldjkflj

Thank you for all the compliments! It's an honor to hear that my art could be someone's aspiration, and I'm very happy that all my Lurien art got someone else into Lurien. I hope you have a nice day :D

#asks #my art #long post

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autumnalfallingleaves · 4 months

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heck it have a TON of my own changling hilda hc's

Hilda found out she could still change into a troll during a heated game of dragon panic, and its safe to say everyone panicked a little when she suddenly became stone

The transformation is (at first) emotion based. Whenever Hilda feels extreme emotion, she goes troll mode! If the feelings are sudden then she just poofs into her troll form but if her feelings build up then some signs of her changing can be seen:

Bits of her skin turning into stone and her hair getting a bit more grey.

Her teeth getting more sharp and jagged.

Her eyes glowing like a trolls eyes.

Slightly longer nose.

At first she was scared of scaring her friends and others off by suddenly becoming a troll, but over time as troll acceptance grew she felt more comfortable saying that she was half troll.

Over time she learnt how to willing become her troll self, and whenever she willingly becomes a troll her body ignites in troll flames before they dissipate and reveal her troll self, and when she goes back to being a human its in a puff of smoke.

Also when she does willingly become a troll her outfit doesn't magically vanish, instead its represented by flora! Her clothes are colorful lichen, her scarf is a yellow vine around her neck, and her hat is a black flower!

Like trolls, instead of getting cuts and burses when injured Hilda gets cracks and fractures. These translate to scrapes when she reverts back to human. But the most horrifying aspect is that Hilda's troll from can break if put under too much pressure or force. (One time during a nightly picnic with her family and friends she fell off a cliff and landed on her arm, which broke off. Everyone else had to quickly rush to the trolls and ask if there was anyway to fix this, and luckily there was. [idk what it be, maybe some rare flower?])

There were a few times she turned in public:

When she got her first sparrow scout badge, she jumped for joy when she claimed it, turned into a troll, and thanks to the spotlights turned into a rock and broke the floor.

The first time Frida kissed her...with all of their parents in the next room.

There's more times but I can't think of any rn

Johanna has had to explain that her daughter can just go troll mode sometimes to many people, so most of Hilda's friends and some other people know about this.

Another weird changling think is that sometimes she just gets "Troll Flashes" and just turns into a troll for no reason at all. So she packs a sunhat and gloves just in case she feels like she's going to turn into a troll, to keep outta the light.

Hilda can fight the "turning into stone" bit depending on 1: The lights strength (its easy to fight simple light blub light, but a spotlight is a tough battle) and 2: amount of coverage on her body (the more skin showing, the more she'll have to fight)

She doesn't like the sounds of bells now, its tolerable as a human but gives her headaches as a Troll. One time during a celebration involving a big bell she got knocked out when it started ringing. David gifted her some pocket muffling headphones to lessen bell pain.

Whenever she is turned to stone its like a form of sleep, so from her pov she's turning into stone, then she's breaking out even though its been few minutes or hours later from when she became stone.

A troll taught her troll curse words, now she is unstoppable!!! /j (this one is more silly :P)

I love these!! I adore seeing how different people go about with their own versions of Changeling Hilda :D I think it's cool that you have Hilda's troll-ness not being a secret, like how I (and I think other people?) have done. Kid's even weirder now lmao

(And if you haven't seen it already and you're interested, I'd recommend checking out @formallyuninformed 's Changeling Hilda stuff for some angst related to your fourth point ;) )

#thank you for these!! I love them!!#troll hilda #changeling hilda #frilda #beans answers

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yongislong · 2 years

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take care of you.

wc/genre: idk the word count... established relationship with non!idol jaemin, college au, domestic, other dreamies are mentioned, not proofread EEK spooky

cw/note: none as always, another late night post!! lol. inspired by the song take care of you by giriboy pls give it a listen, its jaemin as a song in my opinion! tysm for requesting btw anon! i tried to combine what i think was a couple of the suggested prompts since i don't write smut! ahh idk i hope you enjoy!

it was mid october.

at precisley 11:00, scattered all over the expanse of your dorms' hallway lounge, you and the dreamies were tuned into the freeform 31 nights of halloween movie marathon. the heater had broken, yet that was not enough for haechan to halt your 4 year tradition of hogging the resting area down the hall for movie night. instead you all opted to wrap yourselves up in various christmas themed blankets from years beforehand to keep warm.

extra fuzzy robes, colorful socks and hot packs had been passed around the room by jeno in order to assure everyone's coziness.

time passed as you all got comfortable.

renjun took up a beanbag so big he looked as though an angel took purchase on on a cloud, jeno and chenle cuddled up like two sulky cats on the left side of the L shaped couch, while mark and haechan were in a slightly heated discussion about the logistics of the corspe bride that continued to play on the old tv across the couch.

jisung had passed out as soon as he twisted himself well enough to be considered comfortable to his standards. he sat curled up on a nearby armchair. his long limbs draped over one side, his head borderline handing upside down on the other. exam prep had clearly made the poor chick too sleepy for his own good.

you and jaemin had been in your own world for the past couple of minutes now (aside from the idea that jaemin suggested about being victor and emily for halloween)

he had his right arm supporting behind his head as he let his left arm sling along the back of your waist. you laid your entire weight on his body but he didn't seem to mind. he's always told you to never hold back. he wants you to feel as comfortable with him as you can.

its hard to not feel secure with someone like jaemin.

you looked up from the position you had on his chest. you noticed how his GIANT arms flexed and unflexed as his hand came down to cup the left side of your cheek.

he runs his thumb over your brow. moving all the way down to trace down the underside of your jaw and pull you chin up towards him to meet his eyes once you look away.

he thought you were the prettiest person in the world.

"getting shy now, huh?" he whispers and you feel his breath slightly flutter the baby hairs over the expanse of your forehead.

"god jaem could your head get any bigger, you had a booger in your nose idiot" you mutter.

his giggles come out in breaths and he bumps his nose to your temple in an effort to muffle his laugh from the nearby boys.

"whatever, i know you think im pretty, hmph," he pouts and shuffles to return his arm to support the back of his head on the couch arm.

"yeah, yeah and what if i do... just shut up and watch the movie..."

his smug smile is a stark contrast from his actions, as he repositions you more comfortably on his chest, he makes sure the blanket reaches your feet and that your hoodie is pulled up far enough to keep your ears warm from the nipping cold. mumbling broken mantras about how it was his duty to make sure you're all taken care of.

needless to say jaemins warmth lulled you so sleep as he set one of his hands under your hoodie to rub shapes on the side of your bare waist.

he woke up before everyone else the next morning.

thank goodness he did, jae wanted to admire your adorable puffy morning face before the rest of the world awoke.

he traced the bridge of your nose and fixed your frazzled hair before tugging your head back into the hood of your sweater with a kiss to the space between your brows, tip of your nose and cupids bow.

"hmm stop... moving. go back to bed lovebird," you said groggily and he giggled at the snarky nickname.

theres no other way he would've rather spent the morning after the sleepover. so in an attempt to silence him, he let you muffle his words of protest by pushing his face to your chest and slinging a leg over his hips, letting the rest of your left leg hang over the edge of the couch.

guess theres still a bit more time before your 9 am lecture...

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ilyuu · 11 months

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Yui!! I wanna congratulate you again on your milestone!! 💞 May the +1k followers follow soon ❤️❤️

Idk if I am doing it right

But could I ask for from the actions prompt the number 10? Kisses that makes them melt? With Baizhu ofc and Diluc (and anyone else you would like! <3 maybe your boyfriend Scara? 🤭❤️❤️)

Have a great day / night ahead and take care!!

Anyways Scarayui slays <33 💞💞🤭🤭

warnings : suggestive! kiths! kiths all over the place! ooc characters,,,, sorry for that! also!! this is for you, vi!! so i’d only written for the love of your life <3 and the man left in the dust

baizhu.

a whisper of the wind breathes in his hair, locks dancing along with its quiet, soft tempo. it’s something nice to witness, to see, as the sounds of life slowly hits a lull, one lantern after another put out like a tide ebbing - at the same time, it’s ephemeral. that if you take your eyes off of him for even a moment, that if you blink, he’d slip from your fingers.

his eyes held a small flicker of surprise in them as it shifts to you, holding his arm. you feel how cold his skin is, with how long he’d been standing here. it somehow warms up a bit when he chuckles, a soft string of notes that sounds more than pleasant to your ears - it wouldn’t be an understatement to say that you’d be more than happy listening to it as long as you can.

his hand held yours, fingers twined, and it secured a silent, stilled promise in you for a while. even more as he takes your hands to his lips, a slight curve, as it grazes the back of your hand, your knuckles, and to your fingertips - eyes on each other, and his softened subtly. the gentle swirl in your chest flutters from the heat of his lips, in spite of what you thought at first, and you could only smile at him. it seems to be enough (it is and more) as he leans in, the space between the two of you still, time trickling at a crawl.

“it’s quite relieving,” he croons, “to be beside someone in these types of nights, let alone for that someone to be you.”

an inch of air left.

“i should thank you.”

and he presses his lips against yours. it starts off slow, sweet - something soft that you’re all too comfortable with, and indulge yourself. it’s when you feel his hand slither to the nape of your neck, slipping his fingers into your hair, that he tilts your head just slightly. that itself was enough for him. he moves his lips against yours, that alone tugs a shivering breath that pours out from you, and his eyes seems to glow. you feel him smile, if slightly, into the kiss as something prods at your lips for a quiet entrance in…

…until, that is, changsheng yawns, the snake stumbling on the state of consciousness and unconsciousness for a second. and asleep once more as swiftly.

he steps away from you, and, for a few minutes, other than the cicadas, hush winds, the tandem of heavy breathes is what fills the air. his hand held over his lips, slightly touching it, and as his gaze shifts over to you, he can see the soft luster on yours - and he closes his eyes all once more, focusing on his breathing more than anything as of now and in this moment.

diluc.

wiry tendrils, vines, coils around the vast grapes, yet ripe, still asking for some time until the moment comes.

you stroll amid them, taking in the scent, as bittersweet as it is, as more of a comfort than anything. your fingers trail after the slender stems, just barely touching them in and out of its rows. crystalflies stray far from you the moment you come too close; and the last few sources of lights depart into the darkness of the day.

the moon peeks from the tops of the trees, its rich colors of soft flush and canary now an inky nightfall. not something you’re concerned about with, of course, how close you are to the winery - the lanterns are already lit, small dollops of fire a promising warmth to you.

that and the silhouette, though one you are familiar with, striding to you as much the same. the candle in his hand lit his face, just a bit, yet you already see the tension in his features that never seems to leave him, no matter how much time passes.

“ah, diluc, i—”

not a word to say as his arms curls around you, pulling you close to his chest, and a blanket of said warmth - be it his vision or just him - wraps you with all the love it has and has to give.

and it comes in a form of a kiss. he locks his lips with yours, and it draws a soft sigh from you, a sound that has him cling onto you a bit closer, space no longer a thing, let alone a thought, as the two of you lost yourselves in a small space of each other instead. his eyes grow heavy, hooded x as he takes in every little thing about you in this second - said second stretches on. you grow breathless, desperate for the cold air to swirl in your chest, lungs, and he feels it. as much as he doesn’t want to (as much as he wants to still feel you against him), he parts the kiss.

you settle your head on his shoulder, and, for a bit, he listens to you trying to catch your breath, and it coaxes him to lift his hand from your back to run his fingers in your hair for said bit.

“i… apologies. seems i went too far.”

“it’s… it’s alright. really.” he sees the smile on your lips, slightly swollen, and he looks to the side. “i liked it… a lot.”

“…oh.” a pause. he shifts his gaze back to you. he sees the subtle light hinting at more. “oh.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #baizhu x reader #baizhu x you #diluc x reader #diluc x you #. . . icy kisses.

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raynavan · 1 month

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heavy spoilers for chapter 23 of Always by your side by @ingo-ingoing-ingone!! this chapter was so fantastic i. didnt have words for it. ended up doing 6 (nearly 7) drawings for it instead. i think this is my record- it took me roughly 7 hours. a fair warning! this is both art and a comment to the fic in one. so its rather long!

ok i had an Unreasonable amount of fun doing the background on this one. ended up looking up a lot of the celestial bodies mentioned in the fic, man are they cool! it was implied that Emmet didn't really have a body so! stars instead. the colors were fun- i dont often let myself just. color like this haha! this one was... reall amazing. a fantastic opener! i immediately latched onto the visuals and painted a picture in my mind. it was just so... astronomical?

i actually struggled with how i was going to position these two for a while. at first it was just them coloring in a clearing- then i made them watching pokemon, and then. this! idk- there just something sweet in how Ingo turns around to look at Emmet and... lighting was funky for this one- how a forest shades the things beneath it will always hold a special place in my heart. these two interacting is always so wonderful to read. the gentle ribbing and teasing and... just them chilling and talking was so nice. the fact that it was dragons was even better! dragons are the best. i felt a very sweet and gentle moment needed an equally sweet and gentle drawing. if i could, i might have gone for line less on Ingo and Emmet here as well.

right- this was the last one i did. i think its the only one that i didn't get specifically from what was written. i just... wanted to give Emmet cuddles alright? /lh i had another sketch exploring exactly what Emmet might look, but i think ill revisit that when i... haven't been drawing for 7 hours straight hgfireohgope. the one in this is more simplified. the horror of having your face show one emotion- not even the one your most known for... your voice is toneless and the only was you can show even a fraction of what you feel is by copying what you (supposedly) dead brother used to do. there is a quiet horror in that- and yet Emmet still goes on. he cant feel texture and yet... he deserves many nice things.

this one!!! was originally going to be an Entire piece with a more "realistic" drawing of Ingo sitting behind a fire just like this. when i sketched this out (in the middle of reading it) that was the plan. Jedi saved me by making Emmet draw it like this. you saved me probably an hour ghirepoghpeirh. i... still might draw it how i wanted at some point. also the lighting was added last minute! i thought it would look... more messy with the light of the fire shining on it. i think it looks nice. the scene was sweet and, like Emmet mentioned he did, i put emphasis (or uh... thicker more defined lines) around peoples faces to better define their happiness. it made me happy to read them being happy and then draw them being happy <3

them!!!!!! i do not think it is a secret at All how much i love this au. i was More than happy to draw them again. and!!! being happy!!! perfect. i remembered this was a dream, and decided to blur the background quite a bit of this one- lopsided like its not really being thought about. adored this one. them!! teasing each other!! just!! going through a day!! perfect. amazing. it was really fun the way the small details of their routine was captured. from Ingo just. turning to goop so he doesn't have to pick up his clothes to Emmet just. accepting everything that happened from the mental connection to the shared feelings.

DRAMATIC FORESHORTENING!!!! i almost wanted to play it up More but then i might lose Ingo's expression. the background for this was fun to do- emphasis! strong colors!! looks like something broke. like something was torn away. this whole bit is just. exactly what Emmet fears and its just. ough. Ingo would never do this- we know this, Emmet knows this two- he knows how ridiculous Ingo was being here. and then the climax with Emmet just... falling off... amazing. Ingo's horrified expression is what caught my attention here, though i had a few more ideas depicting Ingo leaning over Emmet. i figured a dramatic drawing here would fit.

so! there ya go. i had. so much fun doing this and! thank you so much for writing this and sharing with us Jedi. if you keep this up, ill just have to keep making more drawings!! i don't think words are enough- not even sure if these can properly express how i felt reading it all (i actual had to get up and pace around bc i got so excited) but! i think that your art inspired my own art is a very beautiful thing.

lets all keep making art with one another forever.

#submas #submas au #ray's art #ingo #emmet #ray rambles #man.#sometimes #you encounter something that strikes you hard enough to let you work for 7 hours straight #and its freaking amazing #ah- apologizes for any misspellings #i am rather tired haha- im not checking as thoroughly as usual #thak you jedi <3

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fever-project · 3 months

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Twilight for my Pokémon AU! Been seeing other people make Pokémon AUs, which is great because I love them. Twilight here has been posing for the camera for 30 minutes :) I’ve haven’t been able to draw Twi’s work form yet, but it’s a shiny Dusk form Lycanroc, hence the blue coat. People wanted Epona to be a Mudsdale, so I made her one but adjusted the colors and hair to match her normal horse self. She also gets a Luxury Ball, as well as the Cosmog, and those are the only two Pokémon he keeps in balls. The rest are just on his farm. Anyways, Lore (and the reason why a Cosmog is here) under the cut.

Okay so mostly everything from Twilight Princess’s story is the same. I intend to keep everyone’s story mostly the same, with changes here and there to account for the Pokémon. For here, the Twilight Realm can be accessed via Ultra Space, with the Mirror of Twilight being part of Necrozma’s body or something. Maybe it replaces or is just similar to Ultra Megalopolis. They both have blue skinned people. The Twilight invasion had a lot of Ultra Beasts scurrying about. Midna got turned into an Ultra Beast instead of an imp by the Fused Shadow, and Twilight got cursed into a shiny Dusk Lycanroc.

Cue Mystery Dungeon-type vibes. Kinda, lol. Also, Rockruffs and Lycanrocs are not at all native or even around in Hyrule at this point, and with all the Ultra Beasts, it’s very reasonable that most people are scared of Wolfie.

After Minda shattered the Mirror of Twilight, Twilight was devastated, it was hard for him to move on and return back to his former life. Some days after, he found an odd little Pokémon being attacked by other Pokémon. He saved the odd fellow of course, the shiny (I like shines okay) Cosmog that I drew up there. Their name is Nova. Twilight had an odd feeling that Nova could be the ticket to seeing Minda again, no matter how slim the odds would be. However they are already past level 20 and still hasn’t evolved or has been able to do anything but Teleport, Splash, and Supersonic(it’s an anime only move). Rare candy are hard to find and very expensive, so it’s been a very tedious process. Once Twilight meets the other Links, however, Legend was able to reveal some-key word here, some-truths about the Cosmog. It needs to get to level 43 to evolve into its next form. Twilight wanted to cry right there and then before getting into a trade agreement with Leg, in which Leg would give him Rare Candies in exchange for bottle caps. Now Twi diligently searches for bottles caps for him. Also, Legend here got the nickname “Legend” here for a reason. I can’t wait to draw him. Maybe I should write something? Idk, I’ll try to get Twi’s wolf form done soon.

#the legend of zelda #linked universe #lu twilight #twilight lu #twilight princess #linked universe au #legend of zelda fanart #legend of zelda au #loz link #pokémon au #art fever #linked pokémon

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strawberryya · 2 years

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aquarium date

wonwoo x reader

synopsis: when you visit the aquarium with wonwoo

word count: 678

genre/contains: fluff, idk if this is what you call a headcanon, but its a list of moments I think you would have with wonwoo at an aquarium

a/n: I just saw this picture and idk if it's real or anything, but I just couldn't get wonwoo aquarium date out of my head...

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

• he brought his camera, you thought he would want to take pictures of you with the fishes, but he ends up mostly taking pictures of the actual animals instead… making you slightly pouty before the exhibitions distracted you.

• It’s not his fault though. the brightly colored creatures are truly fascinating, and what fascinated you, even more than them, was your boyfriend; marveling at them for minutes before snapping a picture of one that caught his interest.

• when you are distracted by some creature, eyes wide and the light from the tanks reflecting off of them, he took a picture of you.

• truth be told he snapped many pictures of you, he was just very good at making them as candid as possible, not letting you see him capture you in his lens a single time.

• in front of a huge tank, filled with fishes, sharks, and different kinds of snails. you rested your head on his shoulder, just letting yourself rest in the darkness. it almost felt like being at the cinema, the square of light in front of you so filled with life. the bubble the two of you had created there was completely filled with peace and comfortable silence as you watched the water and animals.

• that is, until a group of school-aged children walked in, bringing all the noise of the entire world with them. even though the peaceful bubble burst, you just looked at each other and chuckled as you made your way into the next room.

• “oh my god, wonwoooo! they’re so slimyyy,” you shouted as you got to pet one of the inhabitants of a petting pond. wonwoo just laughed at you and your efforts of not immediately pulling back your hand to get away from the animal.

• wonwoo would like one of the crabs, but he would probably refuse to touch it anyways. “no, he seems like he doesn’t want to be disturbed, I’ll just converse with him instead,” he said as he stared intensely at the crab, which honestly looked like it was staring back at him. you thought it might’ve been thanking him, but you laughed it off soon thereafter, seeing a very funny-looking starfish that pulled your attention to it.

• you ate sandwiches in the cafeteria, while you talked about memories of underwater creatures from your childhood. you told him about how you once dreamt about owning a crab, but after having seen your friend’s crab literally cut one of the fishes that lived in the same tank into tiny little pieces, you had changed your mind and opted for a hamster.

• wonwoo told you about how he had once been swimming in a lake, and seen something move in the water, until this very day he still swore that it wasn’t one of his cousins, it was definitely some kind of giant sea creature (or possibly a huge, like HUGE fish, but that’s just a maybe).

• he bought you a small stuffed shark keychain at the gift shop at the end, and you bought him a black bucket hat, also with a shark on it. “couples outfits, or well, were matching,” he said and smiled a small smile while he watched you attach the shark to your bag.

• he blushed when you told him that you had enjoyed the date so much, that you wanted to go there again with him, maybe in a couple years, maybe that crab would still be there, waiting for him to come back and talk to him. it wasn’t because of the crab that he blushed ofc, it was because you wouldn’t stop playing with the tiny shark on your bag the entire time, and the way your face was lit up, just talking about what a great time you had been having with him. he loved your company, and he loved you. how could he not feel flushed when you looked so lovely and showed him your love for him with pretty much everything you did?

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hanasnx · 1 year

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Ok to start, Idk where your Tumblr has been hiding but I've been scrolling for only a few minutes now and I'm about to go buck wild from how much I love it!!!

Also as for Ani's dick I feel like yea it is big and long like "im finna make your wall dissappear" way but its not veiny. Rather its on the smooth side with a pretty pink color. Its actually a pretty cock. However i get the vibe for some reason he is self conscious about it. Either he doesn't think it's big or he just weird about it for some reason.

Either way it throws him through a loop when you somehow manage to not only get it in (mostly) but you ride him like it's your job to do so. He's so caught of guard that he cums early and you spend the next hour or so reassuring him that these things happen, that it's alright and your not mad.

(I apologize in advance for this but your blog just got my nasty side thrown into overdrive ans this is the result. I swear I'm not this bad all the time!!)

listen to me. don’t ever ever apologize for shit like this. i am depraved, nasty, disgusting. i live in the trenches. i want to hear about this stuff. all the time

im so glad u love my blog! i also love it im very proud of it :) i only started writing recently so i see why u didn’t find me til now

i agree he would have such a pretty cock. the kind you’d love to cockwarm with your mouth bcos of your oral fixation and how smooth and satisfying it is to feel the velvetiness on your tongue. you’d especially like it when it got hard enough to fuck your throat

i feel like you’d be able to take him, fit like a glove, with enough prep and the fact that you’d probably be built to fit him (good genes i guess) and THE WAY HED CUM EARLYYY omfg <33 after you tell him that it’s fine you get him hard again on purpose so you can continue where u left off

i read @ohgodmyeyes ‘s post about ani‘s dick hcs i reposted it somewhere on my blog but one hc struck me. something along the lines of “as he matured his member outgrew him, earning him odd looks in the guys shower”?? paraphrasing something along those lines. i think that’s why he’d be self conscious i loved that hc cos it felt so in character for anakin and also realistic? for that age to kinda be like 🤨

anyway adult anakin would be very pleased with your positive reaction to his substantial member

#arkainea #thanks for the msg!!#dick headcanons #indy shoots the shit #anakin #star wars #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #the clone wars #tcw #sw #x y/n #x f!reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #anakin skywalker imagine

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vecnuthy · 2 years

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The Snack's Snack

Watching Eddie eat grapes short circuits your brain

Pairing: Eddie x fem!reader

Rating: 18+ no minors

Warnings: smut, grinding, biting. Eating kink, I guess?? There's food swap in this, sorry.

Comments: eating grapes can be so personal. idk, I think Dionysus possessed me for this or something, but it wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to get it out.

Up until about five minutes ago you had been reading a book, enjoying the shared space and down time with your favorite person, but the book now lay splayed open in front of you, completely forgotten. The flicker of motion directly across from you had made you look up just in time to see Eddie, pencil in his one hand, surrounded by a D&D manual and notebooks, absentmindedly, and therefore slowly, insert a grape into his mouth and chew on it, lost in thought. Your eyes took in everything:

The parting of his plump lips that he brushed with his fingertips.

How the tip of his tongue met the grape's skin before his lips engulfed it.

How the shape of it bulged in his cheek.

The snap when bit into it.

The flex of his neck and jaw as he chewed.

The way his neck moved when he swallowed.

You tried to ignore him and the way your hair stood on end with every movement he made, but it was pointless. You were unraveling, absolutely enthralled. He was planning a campaign.

Eddie scribbled a few lines down, then his eyebrows furrowed again as he hit another problem to work out. He mused over it briefly before slipping his hand back into the bowl, but before he could bring the grape to his mouth, your hand flew over and grabbed his wrist, which startled him. His wide brown eyes met your fiery gaze as you, maintaining the grip on his wrist, stood up and came to a stop in front of him. The grape was now between your fingers.

Your hip pushed against the table to make space.

"Wha--?" Your pointer finger lifted up from the grape, a gesture that silenced him, and you smirked as you sat down and straddled his lap. His free hand came to rest on your upper thigh as he breathed out a confused chuckle, but your tightened grip on his wrist and the look in your eyes made his smile faulter, the color rise on his neck -- and your core throb.

You studied his face, taking a special interest in his full, flushed lips.

"You," you began slowly, dipping your head down to breathe into his ear, "have been driving me insane." His body shuddered under you as a chill rippled through him, but his brow was furrowed slightly when you came back up. He was definitely intrigued, but it wasn't clicking.

To make your point, you stared him down as you brought the grape to your lips, parting them just enough to slowly insert the fruit. His eyes were wide, and you could feel the pressure in his jeans grow under you. You bit into its crisp flesh, eyes closing as the cold, sweet juice exploded in your mouth. A moan hummed from your throat, savoring what he had been experiencing as you had watched him.

Eddie was dumbstruck, his eyebrows hidden behind his bangs. You felt him twitch under you, his hand tightening on your thigh. "Oh," he finally croaked, his pupils blown. He swallowed hard.

You peaked over your shoulder at the bowl.

Two left.

Trouble was written all over you twisted around and grabbed another grape. His now free hand gripped your other thigh, and his thumbs massaged deliciously into your skin, his breathing quicker as he watched you closely.

You were watching him, too, trying to keep from drowning in the glittering hungry look in his eyes. Anticipation was painted across his devious face, jaw clenched. Your hand brought up the next grape level to your chest and you rolled it between your fingertips.

It wasn't for you this time, though.

The smile that spread across your face was practically diabolical as you slowly brushed the fruit across his bottom lip. The sight made you bite your own bottom lip and the tiniest of whimpers slipped from your mouth when your eyes darted to his, dark and lusty.

"Open."

Eddie did what he was told and parted his lips slightly. His hands, firm on your thighs, rocked you slowly against his swollen jeans. You closed your eyes for a moment, your other hand pressed against his chest to steady you as you savored the slow friction against your throbbing core. But the sight of you slowly pressing the grape past his lips? Feeling the resistance as it passed between his teeth and met his tongue? What a combination.

A dark chuckle escaped from you as an enraptured grin spread across your face. Eddie looked so gorgeous like that -- something in his mouth suspended by his teeth, framed by those unfairly pert lips, his eyes blown and burning into yours, nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

Feral.

You pressed your thumb lightly against his bottom lip, pulling it down softly.

"Eat it."

There was a beat before Eddie's expression slowly morphed into a dark smirk that sent a delicious chill through you, and he shifted on the chair to give you more contact against his crotch. His haughty, blown eyes drank in the way yours flashed when his tongue visibly rolled the fruit into the side of his mouth and split it deliberately with his teeth. Your breathing hitched and your lips parted slightly, completely focused on the way his jaw clenched, the way his neck moved when he chewed. You traced the rises and falls of his neck as his thick anatomy worked, then wrapped your hand wrapped around his throat, providing enough pressure to feel everything as he swallowed the juice and the movement of his jaw when he slowly chewed the rest of it before swallowing again. He licked his lips slowly, still smirking.

"Jesus," you said, letting out the breath you didn't know you were holding in.

"Not quite," Eddie said with a dark twinkle in his eyes. They bore into yours as he removed his hot hand from your thigh to reach for the last grape, which he slid into your fingertips.

The choice was yours -- you or him?

His grip was rocking you slowly against him again as you contemplated. That glorious friction faultered slightly, though, when you opened your mouth and held the grape between your finger and thumb, the tip of your tongue barely lapping at it. Eddie's jaw was clenched, his nose flared again, obviously fighting to maintain control. God he was stunning when he was worked up. You couldn't help but crack a horrible grin as you brought the grape back out of your mouth, letting your lips contour against its shape and your fingers (a strained growl escaped the back of his throat), then you bit it in half, chewing it lazily as you slipped the other half into his mouth. He took it eagerly, but his teeth clamped down on the top joint of your index finger, making you gasp.

Neither you nor he expected you to like that very much, but here you were, back arched, thumb and free fingers pressed into the skin along his jaw, you grinding slow and hard against him. Your other hand found its way into his long hair, gathering a fistful of curls and pulling lightly. His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned softly, savoring the tension and the friction before he increased the pressure on your finger enough to draw a hiss from you. The tip of his tongue swirled around your imprisoned finger, an obscene smirk stretching across his face. You pulled his hair a little harder in response, making his chin tip up slightly as he sucked in a breath. His jaw sharp, thick neck flushed and stretched, and the way he looked at you were devastatingly erotic, almost too much for you to handle, especially with the way you were moving against him. He let your finger go, mouth agape for a beat, before he settled back into another haughty smirk, your sore finger pulling his bottom lip down as he bit into the other half of the grape that you had given him.

You couldn't stand it any longer.

Your lips crashed into his lips with a rough kiss, breathing him in before turning the kiss into all teeth and tongue as both of your hands ran through his curls, nails scratching across his scalp and neck. He whimpered into your mouth, his hands running up and down your back under you shirt, and pressing your body into his, not able to get you close enough. You were grinding against him with a purpose now, feeling the warm coil in your core build deliciously. You broke from his mouth to breathe and gripped his shoulders for leverage, his fingers scratching against your back as he watched you, breathing out a "goddamn" in awe and coaxing you along. You were so close.

So close.

There.

"Are you --?" Eddie chuckled incredulously. "Did you take that from me?"

Eddie just stared with a devilish grin, then said, "Holy shit, babe, that was hot" as you came down.

You gave a wide grin, taking a moment to catch your breath before you started chewing what you had stolen from his mouth, which he hadn't noticed until just then.

"Yeah," you laughed wearily, honestly proud of yourself, as you leaned back against the table ledge for support. "That," swallowing victoriously, "-- was a good snack." You were visibly satisfied.

You laughed out "Eddie?!" as you trailed behind him down the hall, struggling to keep up with him before he whipped you around, your back bouncing against the top of the mattress. His voice was dark and husky when he came into view over you and growled through a wicked grin.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded for a moment, impressed, but he startled you when he pushed you off of his lap and grabbed you by the hand, practically dragging you to his room.

"My turn."

#eddie × fem!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #the first fanfic I've ever posted can you believe 🥲🍇💋#🍇🥲💋#snack fic #eddie munson × reader #eddie munson smut #fic

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lilbitofmac · 1 year

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Any (sfw) ironstrange fic refs?

Sorry for the late response on this— my memory is always pretty spotty, so I have trouble recalling good fics to recommend!

I’ll give you a top ten request, how about that? These are all AO3 fics!

End of Infinity by FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls — I feel like if you’re a big shipper of ironstrange, you’ve gotta check out this absolute masterpiece of a fic!! It’s a suuuper slowburn, clocking in at 291+ chapters and still ongoing. Normally, I don’t read fics that aren’t finished, but trust me this one had me sobbing for days. Check out their other works, as well!!

The Blood in Your Veins by Aelaer — Wowowow, this fic absolutely shook me to my core. If you’re okay with some heavy angst, I would 10000% recommend this. Aelaer’s writing is so engaging and the care and understanding they have of Stephen and Tony’s perspectives and motivations are *chef’s kiss* Also, any fic that can actually make me care about the original characters within it? Automatically raises my respect for them.

The Sorcerer of Ephemeral Colors by Imagined — I LOVE FANTASY AUs FOR THIS SHIP!!!! Mage Stephen and Prince Tony go together so fucking well, I could go absolutely insane UGGHH!! This is another big boy fic, but the progression and story-telling, as well as the world-building are done so well!! If you like Fantasy AUs, you’ll love this fic!

(Sober) Companion by funkylittleidiot — It’s been a minute since I read this one, but I was thinking about picking it up again! Another AU fic, this time No Powers with the twist of Stephen helping people recover from their addictions! I wasn’t so sure about the premise at first, but honestly I loved how the author handled the subject matter from what I can remember. Heavy on the Tony angst. I really just love fics where Stephen takes care of Tony =w=;; I think this one is sfw? I really need to reread it 😅

The One to Bet On by airas_story — UGHHHH I LOVE THEIR WORK SO MUCH!!!! This is another fic that’s still ongoing! I am absolutely a SUCKER for time traveler Tony. It is so interesting to see what he does in the past to fix the future, and so far I’m really enjoying where they’re taking the story! Check out their other fics, as well, if you enjoy this one!!

Embers by surveycorpsjean — Idk man this is just a soft fic with these two 🥺💕 Steve and the other Avengers do make an appearance; there’s no character bashing or anything like that, but they don’t take up too much time in the fic! Stephen is just so smitten in this, and I absolutely adore it. Also another author you should check out their other works!

A witch’s cat by harpywrites — TONY GETS STEPHEN A CAT, AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER UGGHHH!!! Such a soft, feel-good fic, I absolutely love how Harpy writes Tony here. Seriously, if you just want a quick fic to make you smile, this is the one for you. If you want some heavy Stephen angst, though, check out the rest of Harpy’s works!! She loves to torture the poor sorcerer 💀

dream a little dream of me by DarkKitty1208 — You asked for sfw fics, so I’m not sure how deep angst can get before you call it quits? But if you’re cool with it, I highly recommend this one. Heavy Stephen angst with Tony helping him through his struggles; the imagery in this fic is stunning!!! Kitty has a very good understanding of Stephen and his struggles, so it’s super engaging to see this man trying and failing to cope with his demons! If you want more Stephen angst, check out Kitty’s LIBRARY of fics. Stephen never catches a break istg.

The Affection Thief by airas_story — I’m cheating by including them again on this list, but mostly it’s because I’ve run out of sfw fics 😅 THIS ONE IS SO DAMN CUTE!!!! Stephen gets turned into a cat and shenanigans ensue!! It’s such a simple concept, but the way my heart melted at how they wrote Stephen in this *sobs*

Annnd I’ll cheat for the final one, too.

Prophets in the Graveyard by FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls — Another Fantasy AU fic because god I can’t get enough of them!!! This time with a murder mystery twist ohohoho! Another long boy with a slowburn because I love to torture myself in the best of ways. Again, this author just handles world-building, pacing, and characterization so so so fucking beautifully in their works. If you haven’t read from them, I beg of you to check out their fics!!

(Honorable Mention: you should absolutely also check out atypicalsnowman’s collection of works. I particularly love their “whatever souls are made of” fic, but it does have eventual smut!! Just seeing how Stephen and Tony would navigate a situation where they use a soul bond to defeat Thanos is ugghh so good.)

#this took me almost two hours to type out #my memory is seriously so bad #I had to go through my bookmarks and skim through most of these to try and remember finer details of them #hopefully you find something you’re looking for on this list!!#response #ironstrange

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cutelittleriot · 4 months

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Chapter 3

Tw for dissassociation episode (I think idk if I wrote it right)

Trolls have fur in this it's just very very short almost a fuzz. Unless your a techno troll. You can see the fuzz on Barbs hands when she plays a guitar solo

The first thing that he is aware of when he wakes up is that he itches......EVERYWHERE!

Bolting up Branch begins to scratch everywhere at his fur. It feels like his skin is buzzing like crazy and like his body has been doused in itching powder and no matter how hard he scratches it won't go away whatsoever. He knows that stupid fruit caused this itchiness. He knows that he should be glad that he isn't sick or you know dead but this could just possibly be a series of stages before he neets his inevitable demise.

Getting up he rushes to take a shower to hopefully somehow relieve himself of this itchiness or at least make it more tolerable but it doesn't for some reason it feels somewhat uncomfortable when the water hits his fur like it's weighing him down. Deciding that this isn't helping one bit he gets dressed and heads out to see if Poppy is going through this as well, all the while still scratching at himself like crazy and trolls who were up and about stare at him in confusion at his weird behavior before moving on with their lives.

He reaches Poppy's pod and frantically knocks at the door. "Who is it?" Poppy asks loudly. "Its Branch!" He yells his arms are getting tired from scratching so much already but he can't stop he needs this itchiness to go away ne needs to scratch as it seems to help only a tiny bit.

"Just give me a minute I'm doing my hair real quick!" She yells probably from her bathroom. So Baranch stands outside just continuing to scratch himself. As he is scratching he notices that his itchiness seems to be especially bad around his head,sure it's bad everywhere on his body but it's especially bad on his head.

After what seems like the longest minute Poppy opens up her pod and.....she isn't scratching herself?! WHAT KIND OF FAVORTISM IS THIS?! "Woah Branch are you ok?! Your scratching yourself like crazy!" She exclaims concerned grabbing his hands to stop himself but he moves his hands away from her "Oh I don't know maybe it's because I'm itching everywhere and it's all because of that fruit you gave me?!" He exclaims sarcastically.

"But if that fruit caused this than why aren't I itchy" She ponders as she looks herself over. "I don't know but I'm having a feeling if it was sentient that the fruit is picking favorites!" Branch says angry. "Hey don't worry my dad is up at around this time so there no need to worry I bet he has some answers let's go find him" She says trying to be optimistic of the situation and Branch is not having it and just gives her the most deadpan expression he can give her while he still scratching.

The two make their way to king Peppys pod and soon reach it "Uhm dad we need help" Poppy says entering the pod seeing her dad looking at some scrapbooks of what seems to be wildlife. "Yes what is it Poppy? Is someone hurt or -oh sweet everything why are you scratching yourself so much Branch?!" King peppy exclaims shocked at seeing this odd behavior from the former grey troll.

"Well you see dad-" Poppy begins to explain yesterday's events to him and he nods along as he listens. "Wait Poppy could you describe that fruit again?" He asks his back straightening suddenly as if alarmed. "Uh it was about this big" She gestures with her hands. "It was bright pink with a green stem and parts of it were different colors sort of like a rainbow and it was covered in glitter" She says describing the fruit.

"And just how much of the fruit did you eat" King Peppy says suddenly sounding worried and grabs poppys shoulders and Branch's anxiety is not liking the worried tone the king is using right now. "Uhm I only had 3 small pieces while Branch ate the rest. Why what's wrong is Branch in danger?!" Poppy exclaims worried that she might just have sentenced her boyfriend to die by complete accident.

King Peppy sighs suddenly looking much older than he already is. "No he isn't in any danger he won't die as that fruit isn't poisonous in any way" he says and the couple let out a sigh of relief. "But that doesn't mean that something isn't happening to him" he says looking at Branch with a solem expression. Branch can feel his anxiety take a whole new level now. Just what was happening to him? Was this just a allergic reaction? A side effect?

"What you ate is something some thought to be a myth due to how rare it is. The last time this fruit was even seen was before I was even hatched from my egg that's how rare this fruit is" King Peppy explains. "Come take a seat you two I think it's time I tell you about what this fruit truly is and what our ancestors were like a long time ago" he gestures to 2 chairs and they each take a seat and Branch is still scratching himself alebit not as hard.

"In order to understand what this fruit does first you need to learn about our ancestors. We pop trolls didn't always look the way we do now. We weren't as social or friendly as we are now. We often stayed alone, we didn't live in villages we often lived by ourselves unless we were with our mate and or with our trollings,but other than that we were very solitary." He explains to the two.

"Oh wow I can't ever imagine being all alone like that, that sounds horrible" Poppy exclaims. "So not much different than how I used to be" Branch deadpans. "Yes we also looked much different, we had thicker fur,our colors weren't nearly as bright or colorful. We also had fangs and claws for protection from predators" King Peppy explains some more. "I'm not seeing how this has anything to do with the fruit dad?" Poppy says confused.

King Peppy takes a long sad look at Branch before he sighs "Overtime our ancestors began to look and act like the trolls of today friendly,cuddly,social creatures. Due to this those traits that our ancestors had before went away with time until we lost them entirely as we didn't need them anymore. That fruit that you ate it....it transforms a troll back into what our ancestors looked like" King peppy says sadly.

Branch swore he thought he heard a record scratch at what he was hearing "It WHAT?!" Branch yells both shocked and petrified he didn't want to become what sounded like a monster with the way King Peppy was describing them. "Yes as of right now your body is transforming itself back to what our ancestors looked like." He says giving Branch a onceover with a bit of a confused expression "Oh yeah? Than why isn't Poppy affected by this?!" Branch really wants to know the answer to this.

"Its due to the amount of the fruit you ate you have to eat a certain amount in order for the transformation to take place. Branch you ate almost half of it while Poppy sheonly ate 3 small bites so it wasn't enough for the transformation to take place unlike with you. Normally a troll would eat the whole fruit and it would happen all at once and usually would be complete the next day but it seems with you it's more slow and gradual." King peppy explains as he takes a closer look.

"See? Take a look Branch your fur is currently growing as we speak its why you are so itchy" King peppy explains as he grabs a hand mirror and low and behold he is right. On certain parts of his face you could see bits of fur sticking up. Branch holds the mirror with a angry expression as he glares at his reflection.

"Well this is just fantastic. How do I reverse this? Becuase if it gets worse than this itchiness I'm gonna go ballistic" He says as he grits his teeth and scratches his head with a new vigor.

"I wish there was a better way to say this Branch but I'm sorry to say that this transformation is permanent it can't be reversed" the old king explains.

The two look at Branch probably expecting yelling or screaming but he just stares ahead with a blank expression as he drops the mirror thankfully not shattering and he stops scratching entirely as his arms hang limp at his sides. "Branch?" Poppy asks concerned for her boyfriend at the way he is taking this news.

Permanent

That word is the only thing he can hear right now and is currently registering

Permanent

The word keep repeating over over in his head

Can't be reversed

I can't go back to normal

....ch!

He ignores everything around him. He can't hear anything else he is just focusing on that one word.

Permanent

......anch!

Stuck

....BRANCH!

The sound of his girfriends voice snaps him out of whatever was going on with him. He looks up and she is gripping his shoulders and shaking him and he can tell she is trying very hard not to cry right now. Oh and was it him or was he having a bit of trouble breathing at the moment?

"Huh what happened?" He asks confused. "You jsut zoned out! Nothing we were doing was getting your attention! You were just staring at nothing and you were starting to hyperventilate!" She says as she gives him a tight hug that seems to ground him as he can focus more now and is more aware.

"Branch if it's any consultation the transformation is only physical there aren't any mental changes well maybe other than some new instincts but I assure you they are harmless!" He says putting his hands up.

Well he guesses that's one good thing out of this whole nightmare he wouldn't be a mindless feral monster he don't know what he would do if that were the case. Probably just isolate himself far away from the village as to not hurt anyone.

"I-i just want to go home right now" He stutters out as he stands up as Poppy releases her grip on him. She nods and gets ready to follow him "No Poppy i- I need to be alone right now ok?" We can talk tomorrow I just need to process this" He says as he leaves leaving both the king and queen who watch on in sadness.

He has never run so fast before back to his bunker. He quickly makes his way down and just crawls into bed hugs himself and begins to sob at his new chapter in life until he cries himself to sleep.

The origin fruit

A fruit that isn't created via a normal way its completely random when one is made. It can happen to any fruit but it often happens with rock troll fruit and pop troll fruit. A random fruit will mutate into a origin fruit and will not spoil or rot even if cut open.

It has no seeds and can't be planted as nothing will grow

Any troll that eats this will physically revery to what their ancestors looked like. The effects differ for each type of troll

(I went sort of a devil fruit route with the mutation)

#trolls #trolls 2 #branch #poppy #king peppy #broppy #return to origin

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Rescue

Finally after idk how many months i finished this thing!

Cw for: slight dehumanization, implied past abuse, blood and injuries (nothing too graphic, but it’s still there).

Oh, and ao3 link.

It had been a normal day for the young paladin trainee. Since there were no classes that morning, she decided to take a stroll along the shores of the republic. Mainly to patrol for any disturbances and partially to feel the summer breeze in that air.

Still, that walk was just that; a normal, calm stroll.

Or at least, it had been supposed to be one.

For when Kouign Amman caught a glimpse of a fin peeking through the rocks, her first instinct was to grab her sword, expecting to fight whatever it was attached to. But when she got close enough to see her opponent properly, she lowered her weapon, gasping at the sight before her.

The mer was bigger than any person Kouign had seen in her life, its tail alone surpassing the length of her sword. Said tail was surrounded by bright red fins that formed a shark-like one on the tip. Similarly colored fins and scales were scattered on the creature’s arms and upper body. And while a mane of long hair prevented her from seeing its face laying in the sand, the paladin could notice the tips of dark, scarred horns.

And speaking of scars…

While the hair and a dark cape obscured most of the view, the parts of its body that she could see were a complete mess. A fishing net was coiled around the mer so tightly that it made marks on its scales. Two half-burned spears clung deep on the start of its tail, blood trailing from the wounds onto the sand. And a pair of dark shackles were circling tight around its wrists.

Kouign stared at the mer for a moment, horrified. What happened to it? Had it been hunted? Or did it get injured while trying to hunt someone?

She shook her head. Whatever happened to it, it didn’t come out of it unscathed.

Carefully, she took some steps toward the creature. It lay there, almost completely stiff; had it not been for the slight rising movement on its back or the gills on the neck opening and closing alongside it, the paladin would have mistaken it for dead.

But judging by its condition, it wouldn’t stay like that for long.

She crouched a few centimeters from its side and cautiously reached a hand to touch it. The second she felt a rising heat from its scales she pulled back, wincing. The summer day was as hot as ever, and likely the cause of the heat.

It was worrying. How long had the creature laid there for its skin to be affected by the sun's rays? Kouign wasn’t sure, and he had scarce knowledge about how sea creatures worked. But if being in the open air for a few minutes was bad for most of them, she could only imagine how worse it would be if it was for hours.

The paladin frowned, eyes softening in sympathy.

What should she do?

A mer was a dangerous thing, there was no mistake in that. Even inland, it could overpower most warriors and end their lives swiftly. If the one in front of her decided to, it could simply lunge at her and tear her into pieces.

But… it was in no fighting condition, and she didn’t want to fight it. It would be unfair, and disgraceful to attack it when it had no chance of defending itself. As far as she was aware it didn’t even do anything to warrant an attack.

And besides… it had suffered enough already.

Kouign made her choice.

The first thing first, however, was getting the things needed to help.

The paladin stood up and picked her sword up. She turned to leave and glanced at the mer one again. It didn’t move. The paladin sighed in concern before running back to the academy. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen while she is gone…

~~~~~~~

A feeling of numbness was the only thing that Capsaicin could sense. Plain darkness and nothingness.

Was it because of how exhausted he was? Or perhaps, and more likely, because of how he got used to the pain even though it had been inflicted so, so much on him?

Either way, he was too tired to properly ponder about it.

And terrified.

In the far corner of his unconscious mind, a part of Capsaicin dreaded knowing where he would lay if he opened his eyes. The hunting boat his pursuers tried to use to hunt him down? An aquarium specifically made to keep him there? A completely barren place, with a new set of chains made to restrict his movements so that the humans could do as they pleased with him?

He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

And so, his body kept drifting into unconsciousness, unaware of everything but the numbness.

Some unspecified time had passed (perhaps an hour, perhaps an entire day) before his body started to feel things besides the darkness. The first being… pressure.

Strange. The water certainly had pressure, and the deeper one went the stronger it was. But even in his fogged mind, the mer could tell that he was used to it to the point that it was practically nonexistent. So, why did it feel like his body was being kept in place, on sand instead of floating in spite of it all?

It didn’t make sense. Why did it feel so different? Unless…

The fog on Capsaicin’s mind cleared at the thought, his body involuntary shivering as he slowly regained his senses. Immediately he realized that what surrounded him wasn’t water, but instead, the hot air of the surface world drying his scales. Out of instinct, his tail dragged from side to side in the sand, confirming his suspicion.

He winced as the motion opened the wounds caused by the spears. But to his surprise, he didn’t actually feel the metal weapons on him. He didn’t even feel the open air enter the wounds as if they had been covered by something.

The net, however, was still there. It had always been there; he had sensed it the moment he regained consciousness and now as it coiled tighter when he moved his hands to his sides. Capsaicin tried his best to ignore the pain, the tears that threatened to spill from his still-closed eyes and focused on what he was trying to do.

Carefully, he pressed his hands on the sandy floor and pulled his upper body upwards. He had only managed to make it a few inches off the sand, but it was enough. There was still some sand on his face, which he shook off, knowing well enough that wiping it with his hands wasn’t going to work here.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

It took a few blinks for his vision to become clear, but when it finally did, the first thing he saw was his shadow on the sand below him.

For a moment, he stood there panting, otherwise frozen. Then, he dared to look up, immediately regretting it when the bright sun pierced his still-sensitive eyes. The mer lowered his head, teeth clenched in pain.

Suddenly, he felt something: the net on his body had been moved, accompanied by a strange scraping sound. His ear fins snapped upwards and his body tensed. Capsaicin turned his head to look over his back.

And then he felt his blood go cold.

At his side, mere inches from him was a human. A human, looking at him while she was kneeling on the sand, one hand grabbing the ropes of the net while another brandishing a small knife ready to be put in good use.

Both stared down at each other, not making a single move or sound as their minds processed what they were seeing in front of them.

Then, hesitantly, the human started to speak

“Hey, um… hello?” followed by a small, nervous smile.

And Capsaicin’s reaction followed immediately afterwards.

All of the fins in his body flared up, getting bigger and pointier as a combination of a terrified scream and hiss escaped his mouth. The human also screamed, barely managing to stumble out of the way when the mer lifted a clawed hand to swipe at her.

A wave of pain followed the movement, but he completely ignored it, all senses focusing entirely on the human, who stood up and ran a few feet away from him.

She was small, at least in comparison to him, but he knew better than to think of that as a sign of weakness. Her kind, after all, was always dangerous regardless of size.

His thoughts were proven correct seconds later when she grabbed the hilt of a giant sword that lay on the sand and hoisted it up without a single struggle, pointing it toward him.

Capsaicin’s eyes went wide; his posture still remained tense, but the shaking in his body gave it off as less threatening and more like one of pure terror.

He- he couldn’t fight her off. In this condition, in this state, he wouldn’t even be able to do so.

With his options limited, there was only one option he could take: to flee.

The mer’s eyes flicked off from the girl to the water. Thankfully the waves didn’t seem to have brought him that far from it, but it was still some distance away.

Still, even with this net, he could manage to get there, right?

Before he could ponder about it, the human took a small step forward, weapon still pointing at him. Capsaicin flinched, acting without thinking.

And that proved to be a horrible mistake.

As soon as he turned his upper body to scamper away, the net coiled firmly, digging deep onto him. The mer let out a cry of pain, body twisting to try and pry that heinous thing off.

“Wait, stop!” someone, very likely the human, cried out. But he paid no attention to it; he continued struggling, kicking sand up in his movements, but it was useless. The more he struggled the more tangled he became in the trap.

Eventually, after another moment of struggle, he stopped his movements, except from the heavy breathing in his chest. Then, he looked at his body, and both the sight and feeling were far from pretty: the net had now trapped all his cape and fins, creating marks wherever it was. Moreover, his arms were now tangled as well.

Capsaicin continued staring, realizing what he had just done.

Oh no. Oh no.

A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Once again, he turned to see the human, who had been slowly making her way up to him, stopping the moment when she was seen. This time, she didn’t have any sword in hand.

That was hardly any comfort.

He hissed at her, forcing himself to move away from her in spite of his trapped state. He only managed to get so far as to press himself against a rock before the pain made him wince, only made worse by the constant heat that was radiating from the s-

Wait.

Heat.

Maybe, just maybe, he could burn this thing away…

Motivated by this small glimmer of hope, he concentrated. Slowly, he started to feel his body heat rise, alongside a glow from his fins and hair.

Judging by how the human gasped, the effects were clear. Most importantly, the web was heating up.

Capsaicin couldn’t help but smile as a slow giggle emerged from him. Yes, Yes! He just needed more heat, more fire to get this thing off, to get out, and even to scare the human away while he was at it!

The mer glared at the other and lifted one of his hands. He could feel it now; his inner fire glowing within him, concentrating to go out as-

A pathetic spark, which disappeared as soon as it came.

He blinked.

He tried again. The same thing happened. He also became aware that nope, the net hadn’t burned away.

He tried it once more. And again and again, all while the human watched until it became clear that no; this was all that he could manage.

Capsaicin stared at his hand, confused. Why wasn’t this working? Why wasn’t he out?!

And then, a vague memory of his fight flashed in his mind; a fight where he used all his strength against his attackers.

Did… did he exhaust his powers? Did he not have enough fire to save himself?

It could not be possible. It could not make sense. And yet it did. And the moment the realization hit him, he broke.

“No.. no no no…” the mer whimpered, body trembling in horror “no no no no no no-“

“Hey-”

“Stay away!” He snarled at the human. Whether the words came in her language or not, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He tried once again to invoke his flames. This time, nothing came.

He tried again and again all while tears slipped from his eyes, all while knowing that nothing was going to change.

Finally, after slamming his fist against the sand in frustration and despair, he curled as much as he could against the rock and dug his head in his arms, sobbing.

He was doomed. He was so, so doomed…

~~~~~~~

Kouign Amann stared at the mer, not knowing what to do or say. She’d had been caught off guard by its- or rather, his; the voice sounded masculine, at least - sudden awakening, and so she immediately went for her weapon. In spite of her desire to help, and the fact that she had an unfair advantage over him, she wasn’t foolish enough to think that she wouldn’t be met with resistance.

She was dealing with a dangerous creature, after all.

Still, the picture presented before the paladin wasn’t one of a flesh-hungry monster from the depths bent in killing anyone on sight; Instead, it was one of someone who was trapped and cornered, someone who knew he had no chance of escaping no matter what he tried and was at the complete mercy of anyone desiring to hurt him.

Someone, who was absolutely terrified of her.

And if the state he was found in and the broken shackles were any indication… he had a good reason to feel that way.

“What did they do to you?”, she wanted to ask, her gaze filled with pity and sympathy. Still, she didn’t speak; at least, not yet.

Instead, she focused on what needed to be done now.

The spears on the tail had already been broken and removed, and subsequently the wounds caused by them had been cleaned and bandaged. It was far from her best work, but the fact that they remained tightly in place in spite of all the shaking was good enough.

Now, all that remained was the net; and she had already been in the process of cutting it off before the creature woke up and made things worse in his panic. Thankfully, in spite of the fact that it had gotten tighter and had made new marks on the arms, he could still breathe and move somewhat.

But, should he trap himself any further…

Kouign shuddered at the thought, shaking it away quickly. She had to concentrate on the objective: Get rid of the fishing net and set the mer free… without getting sliced into pieces in the process.

By now, she had managed to get a few feet close to the mer, who surprisingly didn’t react much; instead, when small whimpers gradually replaced his sobbing, he kept his head in place, laying there unmoving except for the heaving in his chest.

Now, how would she do this? Obviously she had to use the knife to cut the thing, but she didn’t want to scare him any further. If he panicked or tried to defend himself against her, things would likely get worse.

So, taking a deep breath to calm her own nerves, she started:

“Hey” she used the softest, sweetest voice tone she could muster “It’s ok, i’m not going to hurt you”.

The mer didn’t move. The paladin kneeled on the sand, trying to look as least intimidating as possible, and continued.

“ I know you are likely very confused and scared right now, but I assure you I-“ she paused, remembering her previous actions the moment she herself thought she was in danger. Her words right now sounded kind of contradictory, didn’t they? “Ok, I guess I almost used my blade against you. Sorry.”

Again, no movement or response. The paladin frowned.

“But anyway, I really have no interest in fighting you. I just saw you like this and well… I wanted to help”.

This time, something did happen. The mer’s fins flicked as he tilted his head a little to the side, allowing a yellow eye to glare through the paladin’s soul. The dried tears in its corners mitigated the intimidation factor a bit, but Kouign still couldn’t help but shiver a little.

Well, at least it was clear he was listening.

“I think I have done enough for now” she explained, hand circling in the direction of the broken spears and her handiwork. By now the creature has properly lifted his head to follow her gestures, expression wary “ All I want right now is to remove that thing from you . I promise I'll be as quick as I can and then I’ll leave you alone, ok?”

She watched with bated breath as he took another look at his surroundings and then back at her again, eyes narrowed in suspicion and contemplation. Clearly, he was out of options if he wanted to get out, but what if he rejected her aid? What would she do then?

Would she give up and leave? Would she leave him be like he desired and leave him to his fate?

No. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

“Look” she started “I know I’m probably the last person you want to be helped by and you’d rather go back to the water, but … but we can’t just leave you like this! That thing is already harming you so much already. You are barely able to move and if that thing gets tighter around you, or if something tries to get you, or if I left you to dry in the sun things will only get worse!”

The paladin was barely aware of how her voice cracked as she spoke, how the mer was now intensely paying attention to her every word, but she couldn’t help herself.

“I know that! We both know that! Honestly… I have no idea what happened to you or if you did something to deserve it. But what I know is that you need someone who can help you. And as a paladin of the light, it is my personal duty and responsibility to do just that, regardless of who is the one needing it!

“So please..” she added in a softer, almost begging tone “For both of our sakes, can you allow me to help you?”

Kouign finally paused, taking air again and realizing that her speech had been way too passionate than what she intended. Normally, she would have no shame in that, but in the current circumstances it probably came off as intimidating and demanding.

For a moment she feared that she had achieved the exact opposite effect of what she wanted. But as she looked at the mer, she found no trembling or scared expression; instead, the creature gazed between the netting and the person before him with an unreadable look.

And, after what felt like an eternity… he let out what she could only describe as a sound of resignation and defeat, and gave her a nod.

A sigh of relief soon escaped the paladin’s lips.

“Thank you..” the paladin murmured, giving the mer a small smile “Just, give me a sec…”

Kouign Amann turned and walked back a few steps to pick up the knife left in the sand. It was a small, sharp thing; mundane compared to the way larger blades used by everyone in her academy. That didn’t mean it lacked a use, however.

When she returned and got closer, brandishing the tool in her hand, the creature visibly trembled, nervous eyes following her every movement. Still, he didn’t make any other move.

The paladin took a deep breath for what felt like the millionth time on this day, and picked a loose part of the netting with her free hand.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Kouign said, almost to herself, before cutting that part with a swift motion. When the mer flinched at the sight, she gave him a reassuring smile “Don’t worry, i won’t do the same to the rest”.

“Now” she continued, eyes focused on the lines in the body “let’s start with the ones on your neck and-“

The words barely left her before they were interrupted by a snarl, followed by the creature glaring at her, gaze filled with disapproval.

“Sorry sorry! It's just… I think it would be best if you could breathe more freely first!”, and that would also mean that he could move more freely too, meaning that he could more easily attack her if he changed his mind about letting her help him. Still, it needed to be done. “I’ll be as careful as possible,ok?”

The mer’s eyes narrowed at her, but still nodded. Those eyes never left her, even as he went completely stiff when the paladin got right next to him.

Careful not to touch his hot scales, Kouign slowly picked a part of the netting that had created reddish marks near the creature’s neck- thank the Divines it missed his gills- and started to work.

Unlike her previous demonstration, her movements were slow and methodical, as if she had been cutting a fruit. It made the process slower, but the risk of accidentally cutting the creature trapped within was lessened.

In spite of this, his body had tensed up, already bracing himself for any kind of impact coming from the tool.

And yet, such a thing never happened. Instead, the netting keeping him in place gradually loosened and fell as the parts keeping it together were broken off. Soon, the paladin started to notice that, over time, his breathing was becoming less forced as he was getting more and more space to breathe.

And, as soon as she cut a specific line that had forced some of the others to press against his torso, she could have sworn she heard a sigh of relief.

Good.

As she moved to help pull off the netting stuck on the arms, Kouign’s eyes fell on the shackles locked in the wrists. She gazed back at the mer - who had briefly shifted his focus on the what would hopefully be temporary net-like marks on his body- and, after a moment of contemplation, lightly tapped one of the metal things with the knife.

“Should I…” she started to ask when surprised eyes turned to her direction, yet before she could finish, the creature shook his head in reply. No, then “Ok”.

With the lack of lines keeping them in place, getting the net from his arms was far easier, only requiring the mer’s help to slide them out of it before cutting the lines so they didn’t get anything stuck again.

By now, half of her work was done; only the tail needed to be freed. And that distant part in the paladin’s mind that feared what the creature would do the moment his arms were properly out of those restraints was quickly soothed when he instead laid them lazily on the sand, seemingly happy that he could finally allow them to put them somewhere without feeling much pain.

Kouign decided to take a brief moment to shake off some sweat and have a breather. As she did, she turned her head towards the waters before her. They were as blue as ever, light reflecting in their surfaces and small waves crashing along the shore and rocks. Nothing unusual really.

Until, in the corner of her eye, she caught movement: a reddish shape, quickly banishing under the waves.

She blinked in confusion, and turned in that direction.

The paladin didn’t see anything at first. But before the paladin could wonder if she was just seeing things or not, the shape appeared again. peeking over a rock. They were not the only ones there; gradually, others of various shades of red and orange appeared by their side.

She gasped.

The sunlight combined with their distance made it difficult for her to discern their individual forms, but there was no mistaking what they were: a group of merfolk.

Could they be…?

Kouign looked back at the mer behind her and snapped her fingers together, gaining his attention.

“Look!” she said, pointing at the group. What first appeared to be a look of confusion on his face soon changed to one of surprise. Then his expression turned to one of joy and hope, eyes widening and shining as a small, but noticeable smile crept on his face.

“Are those your friends?” The paladin couldn’t help but ask even though the answer was presented right in front of her.

So instead, she turned to the still netted tail and began to cut the lines in it, causing the mer to glance at her in surprise. Her movements were surprisingly faster than before, motivated by the fact that the trapped individual was soon going to be properly out of this net when she finished… and a sense of urgency.

The paladin had no doubts about her fighting capabilities, but she’d rather not fight an entire pod of merfolk by herself ; especially if they were hungry , especially if they saw their companion’s injuries and turned their anger towards the nearest person on sight.

She didn’t need to look up to know she was already being glared at.

But alas, after more knife slashes and having to drag the still loose net far from its prisoner, the tail laid steadily on the sand. Its owner was finally free.

“And done!” a smile spread across Kouign’s face as she announced those words, while a hand shook off some of her sweat.

Her eyes briefly traveled to the pod of merfolk (which was still glaring at her) before falling to the one laying before her. He looked back at her, and then at the water waiting for him.

Well, this was it.

The paladin took some steps back, intending to give him some space. He probably wouldn’t want her to follow as he went back to his pod. She made a gesture towards the water, indicating that he was free to go.

But to her surprise… there was no movement to leave. Instead, the mer repeated his earlier motions before his gaze went over his marked body, and the equally marked tail.

“What 's wrong?”,she asked, confused. She was so sure that he would have fled to the seas the moment the net was off from him. Yet, in spite of his previous behavior, he remained in place. Something was off.

There was no answer. He kept staring at the scars and bandages, and then dragged his tail across the sand, as if testing it. The movement was slow, stiff; judging by how he winced as he was doing so, it also took more effort than expected. A clear difference compared to the previous, faster swipes made after his awakening.

The paladin watched, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. And then, it hit her.

“You… don’t think you can swim?” she asked slowly.

His eyes flickered to her as a sheepish look fell on his face, clearly not wanting to admit such a fact. Eventually however, he gave a small nod, head facing away from her.

“Oh”

Huh.

…So, now what?

She could just leave him there and let his companions take him back. That was a simple solution. However, not only could his wounds reopen as they dragged him back, but the sun had already dried his scales to the point that she felt that leaving him there was far from a good idea.

He needed the water. Soon.

And then, she came up with a solution that, considering the circumstances, could probably be qualified as crazy.

“Well, what if I just carry you to the sea?”

Her answer was a look of complete bewilderment as the mer turned to face her. His mouth was half opened, and she could have sworn she had heard a faint but clearly confused “What?!”, before his mouth quickly snapped shut.

Kouign didn’t blame him for it. After all, in spite of all the help she had given, he didn’t exactly trust her.

“It isn’t too far anyway” she continued, “I’ll just have to drop you in water deep enough for your friends to get close and pick you up!.. If you allow me to do so, of course”.

There was no response to her words. The mer just stared down, thinking.

But, unlike a few moments ago, there wasn’t much fear in his gaze; instead, the emotions that it broadcasted were more of doubt and insecurity. Whether that was an improvement or not, she couldn’t tell.

The silence extended for just a few precious moments more, in which the paladin took another brief glance at the pod. They hadn’t moved from the spot yet, but were actively watching her every move. Kouign was just about to try and ditch her previous suggestion when a heavy sigh reached her ears.

She turned to meet the amber eyes of the creature , who slowly shook his head in hesitant, but clear, approval.

The paladin stared back at him in surprise, before the slow dimming of the glowing red hair snapped her back to reality. Was he… lowering his temperature, to let carry him without trouble ? Was he really allowing himself to go through this?

Either way, her conclusion was immediate: Be as quick as possible, and do her best to not make him regret this decision.

“Alright” she said, more to herself than anything else, “Alright. Let’s do this” she repeated, before extending a hand towards him.

Anyone who wasn’t from the republic or at least hadn’t heard of her would have immediately doubted that she would be capable of carrying someone way bigger than her. And yet, the weight of the sword she had chosen as her weapon proved otherwise. This moment proved otherwise too.

True, he was a bit heavier than the blade, and picking an item was far simpler than picking up someone, so there had to be some shifts and rearrangements in position to allow for such a task. But alas, after such efforts, she had managed to lift him up off the ground, her hands pressed on his back and tail.

During and after such a process, the mer had been taking slow breaths clearly trying to allow himself to calm down a little. Yet that didn’t stop him from shivering when he was first properly touched; even now, the paladin could feel the small trembles of his body as one of his hands cautiously traveled to grip her shoulder, likely in fear of falling from her hold.

Still, he didn’t look particularly surprised at what was very likely an unfamiliar experience for his kin. Maybe he had already experienced this before.

Maybe it hadn’t been pleasant for him.

She was tempted to try and move her hands to comfort him, but that probably would be crossing more lines than necessary. So instead, she gave him a small smile and carefully made her way to the sea.

With her view partially obstructed by the mer, the sound of the waves splashing against her boots was her only indication that she had stepped in the water. She took a small glance at her charge, whose eyes were focused on the great expanse of blue before them, and carried on.

With each step she took, moving had become quite an effort, as the water gradually surrounded and dampened her dress, adding more weight, making moving her feet quite a task.

Still, the paladin pressed on. It was not until the water got up to her waist that she finally stopped. By this point, her dress was floating gently around her, and part of the mer’s cape was partially submerged as well.

“Do you think this is deep enough for you?” She asked. She already felt that the answer was clear, but she wanted to make sure just in case. And when it was evident that he thought the same, she couldn’t help but smile “Alright”

Carefully, the paladin lowered the mer into the water, making him sigh when his scales touched the sea. When he was half submerged, Kouign’s grip loosened until eventually she pulled her hands from under his body.

As soon as she did she let out a pant and put one of her hands on her forehead. She turned her head towards the mer, and couldn’t help but giggle as she saw a relieved and, honestly, truly joyful expression on his face at finally being back in the water.

Her own happiness was soon cut short , however, when she saw something dashing towards both of them, and her momentary confusion soon turned into horror.

Oh right, the pod!

Kouign took a step backwards, eyes flying between the approaching mer and the one in front of her.

She was quick to give him a fleeting smile and a small wave, before her other hand grasped her dress and she moved as fast as she could towards the beach.

Even when water dropped from a splash and a shout of surprise sounded behind her, she didn’t dare stop her retreat until she was out of the sea and well away from the waves.

And when she did turn, her heart fluttered at the scene presented before her.

The mer she had helped was now surrounded by his pod, who either hugged or surrounded him as they cried in their concern and worry, all the while their companion did the same and clung to them.

The paladin smiled, feeling proud and happy at what she had done. But, being aware that the other merfolk weren’t likely to be happy at her presence, and that she needed to get back home soon, she took her sword and started to walk away.

After taking a few steps however, she briefly turned her head to the group once again, just in time to catch the dark mer’s eyes staring at her. Another smile soon appeared on her face and she waved her hand at him once again before she departed from the sandy beach.

Unbeknownst to her, had she remained in place, her ears might have picked up some muttered words coming from between the splashes and songs.

“Thank you”

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