caught in a net


genre: mermaid!au, prince!au, fluff, angst, smut

pairing: reader x Taehyung

preview word length: 453

You eyes flutter open, blinking several times as they focus on the clouds above your head. Their contents now empty, leaving behind light grey traces of mother nature’s fury. Sand was under your fingertips, but you didn’t know how it had gotten there. And although the storm was strong, the current wasn’t enough to drag you from the docks all the way to the beach. Especially not when your foot was caught in a fisherman’s net.

The cool post-storm air stings your lungs as your body tries to push out the rest of the salt from your system. Soreness setting into your bones as you slowly push yourself up off the beach. You look around, searching for possible clues as to how you got here. But there is not a human in sight. No one but you was stupid enough to be around the docks during one of those storms.

A long groan escapes your lips when you realize your phone is still in your pocket. You pull out the soaked device. There was no way a bag of rice was going to fix it. Jimin had probably already called the coast guard to send a search and rescue team to find his idiot lab partner. You knew that once he laid eyes on you, after making sure your limbs were still attached, he was going to chew your ass out for making him have a heart attack. He would be clutching at his chest, sending you on a very long guilt trip for the rest of your time together.

Out of corner of your eye you see it. A flash of red against the grey storm. Your wet hands paw at your shirt, trying to clean off as much wet sand as you can before you rub your eyes. You had to be seeing things. Slowly, you stand up from where you had washed a shore. The soreness of your legs making the short trek to the water seem like it was a thousand miles away.

It’s not until you’re waist deep in the water that he even brings his eyes up to meet yours. His fast is much different, older, but still very much the same. The two of you stare at each other in silence and you’re not sure if he recognizes you. After all, it had been almost 15 years since the first and last time you saw each other.

You reach your arm out tentatively unsure if you had in fact swallowed too much sea water. Or maybe you had actually drowned and were now stuck in a dream. But your hands hit skin as your palms cupped his face.

He felt too real to be a dream.

Oh noes! The gang’s trapped inside a video game!

And because Warner Brothers had zero idea how game development works, the gang has to play through every level to reach the end.

To escape a level, all they have to do is touch the box of Scooby Snacks. Easy!

They get teleported into a Roman colosseum level,

–and… well, I’m not saying that their methods of winning are inefficient, but the gang manages to…

1. Have a chariot race,

2. Get Shaggy caught in a net,

3. Do some bullfighting with a lion,

4. Waste a bunch of time chitchatting while Shaggy’s life is in massive danger,

5. Hatch and execute a plan to lock away the lion,

6. Waste even more time chitchatting while all their lives are in massive danger,

7. Cause a giant dust storm,

8. Go pole vaulting,

9. Impersonate an emperor,

and 10. Nearly get cut in half…

…all because they weren’t willing to walk the 30 feet to go touch the Scooby Snacks that were available, unguarded, literally the entire time.

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Sea turtles trapped in fishing nets are released in this clip.

Touch Me, Touch You | 01 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


BTS; Yoongi/Suga (Ft. J-Hope/Hoseok)

Genre: Smut | PWP

Word count: 1.7k

Description: Yoongi gets a surprise when he thought he had the apartment all to himself.

Anonymous requested: Voyeurism with Yoongi was supposed to be a drabble but turned into this…

Warnings: Spanking, masturbation

A/N: I…. have no words to explain myself here… This is the first part to Yoongi’s birthday scenario so…. There will be a concluding part posted on his bday ^^ Do I dare tag @ellieljade because she coaxed me to post this tbh…. 

Originally posted by parkejimins

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I woke, cold and alone, Adrift in an open sea. Caught up in regrets And tangled in nets, Instead of your arms wrapped around me. And I wept, but my tears are anathema here, Just more water to fill my lungs. I hear someone scream “God what is it we have done?”

Another song inspired piece; this image hit me when I heard the song yet again. “Digital Sea” already provided me with so many different ideas over the years, but this time it fits especially well! this image of Genji floating in a digital sea, broken apart n not yet at his mental peace that he reached thanks to Zenyatta. This is Genji right after he was safed and put back together as a Cyborg and he’s still all confused and desperate and angsty and angry about it~

Grab yourself a print version of this in my Etsy shop :)

anonymous asked:

Mermaid AU's for OTP's?

  • Character A has always had an intense fear of the ocean. They grew up hearing stories of creatures that lured humans in and drowned them. Character B has always been fearful of the land. They were taught to be cautious of the humans, or risk being captured. One day, Character B gets caught in a net and calls out, drawing in Character A. They both must work through their distrust to get Character B free.
  • “I’ve lived in this lake since I was born, and I’m not going to let a bunch of landwalkers come take it over for the summer, even if you seem nice enough and- wow… really cute” AU
  • Character A is the only heir to the throne and is being pressured into finding royal suitor. Thing is, Character A doesn’t want to get married. So, to spite their parents, Character A seeks out the royal mermaid that frequents the shore. Their parents never said rhe suitor had to be human.
  • “Mermaids’ tails change color when they blush, but you don’t know that’s why it’s happening and so you keep stroking it in fascination, and so it keeps changing colors. I don’t know if I want you to stop or not” AU
  • It was rumored that a siren could only be drawn in by another siren if they were destined by fate to be together. Character A is a siren that traded their tail for legs years ago, but then hears a beautiful voice from the ocean, telling them to go back.
  • “You have to stay quiet, because the people of my village are on a hunt for you, but they have no idea that I’m hiding you in my bathtub. Thank god I live alone” AU
  • Character A comes from a long line of merfolk that can transform into humans, but they have to turn back about once a month, or else they get incredibly sick. Character A was busy with school and work and forgot about visiting the lake until they collapsed and woke in the hospital. Now they have to somehow convince the nurse to either let then go or take them to the lake.
  • “I sing when I’m bored and one day, you showed up. Now you think I’m going to try to drown you, but I’m actually just feeling really lonely, wanna hang out?” AU

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite shark facts?

*screeches with glee* Alright nonnie, you have asked me the best question EVER!

Apologies for taking two days to reply to this, life was a bit hectic

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Super Awesome Shark Facts

ONE

Sharks showed up 400 million years ago in the Devonian 358.9–298.9 aka “The Age of Fish” between the geological Silurian (443.8–419.2 million years ago) and the Carboniferous Periods (358.9–298.9 million years ago). By the time of the Carboniferous, we had amphibians and other small vertebrate creatures capable of crawling about on land. It’s during the Carboniferous Period that the continent of Pangaea first began to form (let that sink in for a second, the sharks were about before Pangaea even began to look like a continent, that’s how long these creatures have been about jfc). 

TWO

To date they’ve survived FIVE massive planet extinction events… ya know, those things that KILL PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING ON THE PLANET?? YEAH, THEM. We know of one that happened pretty recently in geological history; 65 million years ago when the dinosaurs went bye-bye. How fucking badass is that, Jesus Christ!

THREE

There’s currently over 500 types of Shark in the ocean at present (though not for long if people don’t stop KILLING THEM! CAN YOU NOT?!??). The most famous, of course, is the Great White (Carcharodon carcharias) and the Hammerhead (family: Sphyrnidae). For all that there’s a variety of Species, there are, of course, similarities in form and shape including cartilaginous skeletons (they’re literally made of the same stuff as the ridge of your nose is), enhanced electro-static senses (on their nose which is cute but also reason why if you boop them on the nose they ‘nope’ it out of the place; consider it not too dissimilar to bashing your funny bone and deciding to avoid that damned door in the future, same sort of logic tbh).

FOUR

You can pet a Shark on the nose. This isn’t really a fact so much as an interesting aside that I think is cute and adorable as shit so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[The still looks scary but honestly, he’s just giving the Tiger Shark a snack lol]

[I believe these are Lemon Sharks, which are fucking cute and I would cuddle one of them to the end of my life (I don’t have self-preservation instincts tho soooo)]

FIVE

You have a higher chance of dying from being attacked by hornets, wasps, bees, dogs and even a fucking coconut (if you live in Asia) than you do of being killed by a Shark. How’s that for some mad stats?

SIX

As I’ve said, Sharks have survived FIVE massive planet extinction events but, currently, 20-30% of Sharks are close to extinction because of us, humans. Commercial fishing means Sharks get caught on hooks and nets; homeopathic remedies that require parts of Sharks for them to ‘work’; and Shark Fin Soup all contribute to the decline of these amazing creatures that have lived on this planet longer than even our most distant ancestor has.

SEVEN

Thanks to the media and stupid ass people who think they know everything from a movie marathon of the Jaws series, people think all Sharks are man-eating monsters that want to murder anyone who dares go for a swim in the open water. Here’s the thing though, 97% of over 500 Shark species are HARMLESS to us. The ones that ARE harmful tends to be because we’re in THEIR space and fucking up THEIR shit (personally, I’d beat your ass too if you came near my home so IDK why anyone thinks Sharks are evil; they’re just animals).

EIGHT

The reason why so many Shark attacks happen in California and places like South Africa is simply because of the abundance of food for Sharks; Great Whites especially. Seals, Sea Lions, and Sea Otters are all on the menu for the Great White and us pesky ass humans keep getting in their way. It’s not their fault they mistake us for food. Honest mistake.

NINE

Connected to EIGHT. Most of the time, people die from a Shark BITE but the Shark doesn’t come back for a second time (usually) because, unlike pretty much every other species that’s evolved on this planet, Sharks don’t have the opportunity to test what something is before using their teeth on it. Humans bleed out horrendously fast, especially in water, so the cause of death for most Shark attacks is blood loss and shock, not actually being eaten by a Shark.

TEN

Whale Sharks are the largest Sharks on record out of all current, living Shark species. They can be over 13 metres in length and, while they look scary considering how humans usually don’t go past 2 metres (imagine seven people stood on top of each other and you’ve got an idea of how long a Whale Shark is), Whale Sharks are the most docile creatures ever. They’re quite similar to Whales (hence the name) that live on plankton, for example the Blue Whale, and are absolutely gorgeous.

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Hopefully these have been somewhat educational (while interspersed with my delightful attitude) and everyone can go on with their lives a little more aware and knowledgeable about Sharks.

Originally posted by amnhnyc

I’m so fucking relieved, my super adorable gay raccoon wife is coming home tomorrow like 12 hours and then oh gosh the snuggles the freak fracking snuggles. And then their graduation is soon and they get their gift from me and we get to celebrate how hard they’ve worked and just oh gosh we get to go back to being us and doing fun things together and just having a home together

Escape:  the residency years

Warning:  This isn’t the happiest of chapters.

Special thanks to @joannclelia for her help. And to anon for the ending advice.



“What have ye for lunch then?”  

She turned the phone around to show him her tray.  Pasta, of course.  An orange.  Spinach salad.  Good.  Bottle of water.  Then, just on the edge of her tray…

“Claire.  What was that?”  

She flipped the phone back to her face.  “What was what, darling? You can see I have a very healthy lunch, and I’m sitting down, relaxing while I eat.  With Louise,” she turned the phone towards her companion, a pretty nurse with long brown hair.

“Right there!  Is that a brownie?”  He could hear her giggle, and say shhhh.

Her face was barely straight as she looked him.  “No.  That’s Louise’s, not mine.”

“Non, ce n’est pas le mien!” Jamie heard the indignant voice out of view. 

“Sassenach, I ken ye like the French pastries, but come on.  Ye had a pain au chocolat at breakfast, now this. Last night, some cake.  How about ye not give birth to a diabetic, eh?”  

Claire smiled, and blew him a kiss.  “No pudding at dinner tonight.  Promise.” 

Jamie nodded, pursed his lips, and blew a kiss back.  “Enjoy yer lunch.  I’ll speak wi’ ye later.  Take it easy, okay?”

“I will.” Claire said, as she waved at her screen.

“I love you, mo neighean donn.  Give the bairn a kiss from his Da.” 

“You mean her.”  Claire kissed her fingers and pressed them on her bump. “Love you, too, Jamie,” she said, and disconnected.

When it was time to go back, Claire gathered up her tray, and stood.  

She looked at her chair in confusion.  There was a large mark on her seat. What had she spilled?  

It wasn’t until she heard Louise’s gasp that she realized something was wrong. 

She felt the sticky wetness on her scrubs, but couldn’t really see past her belly.

A moment later she felt the rush of something between her legs.  She could smell the blood.  

Her tray dropped to the floor, bouncing off the end of the table on its way down, shattering everything.  

Far away someone was screaming.

It was her. 


“I just talked to her.  I just talked to her at lunch.  She was fine.  I just saw her.” Jamie kept repeating the same thing.  He sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, tears in his eyes, bewildered, confused.  

Jenny catapulted into action.  She snapped a finger at her assistant, pointing. The woman already had the phone receiver in her hand.  “I need Ian, here, right now.  For Jamie.  Alec needs to bring the car around right away.  And get a private plane ready to leave for Paris immediately.  Charge the company.”  

“You,” she pointed at Willie, “come with me.”  Willie, who had shown up with Jamie, was pale and panicked.  He stepped into line with her as she strode down the hall.  “We need Jamie’s passport, and -”

“Oh! I have it.  All of Jamie’s travel documents are in his office.” Willie was glad he had that, at least. 

“Good.  Now, gather all that up and, listen carefully, ye need to get his art supplies.”  Jenny stopped, and put a hand on Willie’s arm.  “He draws when he’s stressed.  He’ll need the distraction.  Get it all together and give it to Ian.” She pushed him forward, “Now go!”

Willie streaked off to do her bidding.

Jenny had Alec drive at break neck speed to Jamie and Claire’s flat.   She threw what she could into a bag, jeans, tee shirts, a few socks, trainers, jacket. She threw some things in for Claire as well.  Soft sleep pants and a softer sweater.  Toiletries.  Where the hell was his underwear!?!  She opened a top drawer and rummaged around.  

The small gold object caught her eye.  She hadn’t seen it in years. Instinctively, she grabbed it, and slamming the drawer shut, turned to go.  She was in and out of the flat in 15 minutes.  

Ian and Jamie were waiting inside the small terminal when she got there.  Her brother was turning his phone over and over in his large hands.  She put the bag next to his feet in silence.    

When the flight was ready, Jenny walked Jamie to the steps.  Ian handed the steward the bag.    

“Jenny, I-“

“Shhhh, brother.”  She grabbed Jamie around his shoulders and hugged him tight.  His arms gripped her as he buried his face in her neck.  God, he was burrowing in like Wee Jamie after he’s fallen off his bike. She had no words for him.  She would not lie and tell him it would be all right.  Lord only knew what was happening in France.  “Give Claire a hug for me, and tell her I love her.” Jamie nodded against her neck.  She turned quickly and gave him a kiss on his temple.  

Grabbing his hand, she pressed the small oval piece into his palm.  “I found this.  Take it.  Let it give ye strength.”  

Jamie looked at it, eyes wide.

“Go on,” Jenny said.  “Call me as soon as you know something.”

Jamie let go, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and nodded, looking at the tarmac the whole time.  

He turned towards the plane, but found himself in a hard embrace.  Ian gripped his brother-in-law, and friend tightly.  No words were exchanged. Whatever one needed, the other would give.  They had been through too much together, their bond understood.  Ian was the one person who knew exactly what Jamie was thinking and feeling.  

How life could change in the blink of an eye.

How you could be whole, and happy, feeling right with the world, and then have your heart and mind shattered like the cracks in a windshield after a crash, spreading out in front of you until you can’t see anything of the world at all. Just fragments.  Fractures.  Shattered pieces.  Or worse yet, missing.  

Jamie sat alone on the plane looking out of the window as Scotland disappeared below him.  He still had the token from Jenny in his hand.  He closed his fist around it, hard, and looked out at the clouds surrounding him. He raised his eyes higher, heavenward.  Lord that she may be safe. She and the child.  


It was all over when he arrived.  

He was ushered to a waiting room, and made to sit by himself.  Finally, a small toad-like man entered, and introduced himself as Dr. Raymond.  His first thought was, Claire said ye looked like a frog.  She wasna wrong.  Jamie’s mouth lifted in half a smile as he stood to extend his hand to the doctor.  

Raymond explained that Claire was currently receiving some units of blood to replace what she’d lost.  Once assured Claire would be fine, Jamie had asked about his child.  

The wee man barely came up to the centre of Jamie’s chest, yet his words had the power to knock him backwards, stumbling into a chair.   

His child was mort-nè.  

Still born.  

Jamie felt fragile, paper thin, like velum, that if he moved too fast or spoke to loudly he would tear in half.   

“Your wife suffered a placental abruption.  This is when the placental lining separates from the uterus.  Sometimes the mother does not feel anything, and sometimes she feels, maybe, some pain in the back.  Unfortunately, the infant was not receiving enough oxygen in utero, so….” The doctor paused, then said in his heavy French accent, “I am sorry for your loss, Monsieur.”

Jamie nodded, and swallowed.  His emotions were so raw, he found himself unable to speak.  His thoughts were a tangle, like a net cast out to sea and caught on a rocky shore.  Fear wrapped itself around his gut, making him wonder if this was, somehow, his fault.  

“Can I ask ye a question?” Jamie said.

Dr. Raymond blinked slowly, and nodded once.    

“Is this my fault?  Should I – “ Jamie stopped.  It was difficult to talk of personal things, private things.  

He thought back to the night before she left, how he drove into his wife, hard and fast, angry that she was leaving, desperate to have her knowing he would miss her, with fear in his veins over their impending separation. More like making a point, than making love. He would rather die than to have been the one to cause the tear.

He gathered his courage, began again.  “The last time, when I had, well, sex with my wife…should I have been gentler?  Maybe….maybe been more considerate of her…of her….condition?”  

The physician simply shook his head, and said quite bluntly, “No, Monsieur. That is not the cause.  You are a fine husband.  It is not possible.”  

Absolved of his sin, Jamie sat back in the chair and exhaled.

But that didn’t absolve Claire.  Jamie took a deep breath, then said what was on his mind next, a thought that was eating at him like a corrosive.  

“I never wanted her to come, ye see.  She…Claire…she doesna do things in half measure, ye ken.  I worried she’d overdo.  So.”  He looked Dr. Raymond straight in the eye, and asked, “Did she?  Did she do too much?  On her feet all hours?  Not stopping, or getting proper rest?” 

Jamie rubbed his hands together, trying to warm them.  He felt ice cold to the marrow of his bones.  “Tell me she rested.  Tell me she took care, that this wasna her fault, either,” he whispered, ashamed, “because I don’t…I don’t want to hate my wife.”  

Dr. Raymond looked at this red man.  The aura around him.  He would fight to the death for the things he loved.  Raymond understood he was fighting now. Fighting for the love that was being consumed by his fear.

“Monsieur Fraser, I can tell you that many times the cause is unknown. Sometimes the placenta does not attach in a place that provides adequate support, and it may not develop appropriately, or it may separate as it grows.” The little man leaned forward in an effort to reassure Jamie, “I can tell you that Dr. Fraser was not reckless or foolish.  Anyone could see that the child in her womb came first.”

The door opened then, and the young nurse he’d seen from Claire’s video called for the doctor. He couldn’t follow all of her rapid French, but when Dr. Raymond jumped up, Jamie instinctively followed.  

He stepped inside the room.  Claire’s room.  A Dhia, she looked so pale.  She was as stark a white as the hospital linens, the dark of her hair like an ink blot on the pillow.  Her arm thin, slack, even though the deep red liquid flowing through the tube in her arm was promising life.  

He understood a few words.  Fever.  Infection.  

Jamie watched in shock as the little man laid his hands on Claire.  Her shoulders, her arms.  Murmuring in French the entire time.  He sent the nurse for another drip, and she scurried out of the room hardly sparing Jamie a glance.  He flinched as the doctor ran his hands over Claire’s breasts, and down her torso, lightly but touching her all the same.  The healer then placed his hands over his wife’s womb, and Claire writhed in pain.  

More blood.  Jesus, God, how could there be so much blood.

And then, his name.

Ripped from Claire.  In pain.  In desperation.  Like a magnet, it drew him.  It was strange, how his name dragged from her remaining strength reverberated in his soul.  He took a step towards her before he’d realized he’d moved, and found himself stopped with a vise grip on his arm.  He turned to find a large woman, Hildegard according to the name tag, telling him, “Vous devez partir, Monsieur.”


When she woke up she was a bit disoriented.  Memory surfaced.  Grief washed over her like a tidal wave.  For a moment she could not breathe.  

Turning her head she saw her 6’4” husband folded into a tiny chair beside her bed.  She had no memory of his arrival. 

He was sketching.  He looked tired, wan, pale.  His eyes darting over his drawing as his big hand moved in strong sure strokes.  

“Do you hate me for it, Jamie?” she whispered, wanting to know.  Her biggest fear, that Jamie would blame her.  What was more pain?  Better to roll it all into one great big ball of grief, and deal with it.

He jumped.  “Didna realize ye were awake, Sassenach.”  Jamie set down his computer.  

Claire relaxed at the use of her nickname.  

“Jamie, I’m so sorry.  So very, very sorry.  I put myself before our family.  This is all my fault.”  

“Shhh, mo neighean donn.  Yer a doctor, ye ken well it’s no’ yer fault.”  Jamie moved his chair closer to her bed, and took one small, weak, long-fingered hand in his two large ones. Tears slipped from her eyes at his gentleness.  

Jamie didn’t have any words.  There was nothing to say.   He couldn’t fix what happened.  He couldn’t change the loss.  He could just share it.  

They sat like that for some time.  Glancing at each other.  Letting their hands speak for them, thumbs stroking, fingers squeezing, softly rubbing.  Jamie’s thumb touched her ring from time to time.  

Finally, Claire spoke.  “I want to see her.”


“My wife,” Jamie stopped.  Cleared his throat.  “My wife wants to see our child.” He stood in front of the nurses’ station, hands clenched into balls at his side, standing as tall as he could.

“Ce n’est pas possible, Monsieur,” said Nurse Hildegarde.  It wasn’t the answer Jamie wanted.  He had been powerless to this point.  This, however, he would control.  

“I didna ask yer permission.  I didna say can she, I said she wants to.  So she doesna have to imagine.”  He willed himself not to raise his voice, to keep his anger in check.  

The young nurse, Louise, looked up at him.  She looked at her superior. Stand-offs like this were rare.  Usually no one questioned Nurse Hildegard. Everyone stopped to look at the large, grieving, red haired man.  Nurse Hildegarde opened her mouth to speak again, but caught sight of the little practitioner behind Monsieur Fraser.

“Soeur Hildegard. Presénter l’enfant à Dr. et M. Fraser.  Vous avez ma permission.”   


Claire was sitting up in bed when he entered the room.  The bundle in his arms was so tiny.  A pink blanket.   As he came nearer she could see the tiny face peeking through.  Sleeping.  No, Claire remembered, not sleeping.  

“Her hair,” Jamie said, smiling sadly, “she’s got my hair.”

Claire raised her arms for the baby, and Jamie gently handed her their child as if handling fragile glass.  There was that awkward bobble of a new dad not sure what he’s doing to a new mom too eager to hold her baby.  They both chuckled at that.  Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, his arm around his wife, the other under her arms that held the baby.  They stayed like that, silently, as Claire unwrapped parts of their bairn, counting ten fingers, and ten toes. Stroking the luminescent skin.  She chuckled at the tiny ears, which stuck out a bit, like Jamie’s.  He nudged her in understanding, chuffed.  So beautiful.

And then Claire began to sing.

When Nurse Louise came in an hour later she was moved by the tableau before her.  Her friend, Claire, rocking slowly, humming.  Jamie, her husband, sitting stoic beside her.  Neither taking their eyes from their child.  

She approached the bed. 

“Ma Chere, Claire.  Il est temps.”

When Louise left the room closing the door behind her, Claire thoroughly and completely went to pieces.  

Jamie held his wife across his lap.  

And did the same.


Sitting on the private plane to go home Claire looked out the window at the terminal traffic.  Everyone so busy, oblivious to the people they were shuttling on to planes, the bags they were loading, the lives they were moving along. Jamie sat beside her, holding her hand.  They spoke little.  She still couldn’t believe they were alone on this plane.  Jamie insisted.  He said he’d had enough of strangers.  

“I don’t want to forget her face,” Claire whispered, head back, curls pressed against the head rest.  “I’m afraid I’ll forget her face.”

Jamie let go of her hand.  “I ken it may be strange.  I’m sorry if it bothers ye. But I had to,” he said, quietly, apologetically.  He fumbled in his pocket.  “For Jenny.  For my sister.  She would want to see, ye ken.  She’s all I’ve got for family, other than you, Claire.”

There, on his phone screen, looking as if she was sleeping peacefully, was Faith Elizabeth Fraser. 


One year later

They walked slowly through the cemetery.  Jamie’s hands deep in his pockets, as he did when he was nervous.  Claire’s arms were crossed in front of her, as she did when she was nervous, a bouquet of tulips gripped in her hand.  They walked as if they really didn’t want to arrive at their destination, lost in their own thoughts, steps hesitant.  

It was the first time they would visit her grave.  One year to the day when she passed.  

“She should be over here.”  Jamie hung back and let Claire step up first.
Claire’s gasp was audible from where he stood.  She dropped to her knees, and laid a hand reverently on the stone.  A stone.  She hadn’t expected a stone.  They hadn’t ordered one.  She expected a simple marker, not this beautiful, pale pink granite slab. 

Jamie crouched beside her.  He cleared his throat.  “A Da can only give what he can to his bairn.  I’m an artist.  So.  I gave her a resting place, wit’ her name and our names, and placed her in the care of her grandparents.  Yers and mine.”  He brushed a leaf off the corner of the stone.  “And I left a bit of Scotland wi’ her.”

She traced the tiny gold medal imbeded in the stone under Faith’s name. “What is this?”

“It’s St. Andrew,” Jamie said.  “My father used to carry the medal around in his pocket. It would remind him to pray, to ask for intercession when he needed it. It became mine.  Jenny gave it to me when I left for France.  When I ordered the stone I gave it to them, along with the design.”  

They stayed for a long time, holding hands, lost in their own thoughts.  
Jamie stood, and pulled his wife to her feet.  Wrapping his arms around her shoulders he buried his face in her sweet smelling curls.  The sun shone warm on their faces, as Jamie swayed from side to side.

“So.  Now would be a good time to tell me something, Claire Fraser,” he said, next to her ear.  “Anything ye like.”  

Claire butted backwards and hit her husband in the crotch.  He let out a soft “oof” and laughed.

“I have nothing to say, James Fraser,” she said, in her haughtiest tone.   

“Hmpf,” Jamie made a Scottish noise, and turned Claire around to face him. “Yer sure, then?”  

Claire stood on tiptoes and kissed her husband full on the lips. “Five days is not a long time, you know that.”

“Aye, but yer never late.”  He grinned at her.  “It’s fine, Sassenach.  I’ll wait. Besides,” he said softly, “I have you.  And faith.”  

There was a huge spider on the ceiling and Im freaking out so bad because my partner isn’t here to help, they always deal with the spiders because I’m scared of them and don’t want to kill them but I panic and have to do it cos I can’t handle the cup thing but I tried to do it, after I called my partner leaving them a voicemail of me crying about it, and I was too short so I was like fuck I have to try something else and got glass cleaner thinking it would work but the spider fell and I don’t know where it went and I’m so scared and I googled if it would kill it but the stuff I saw said it would only harm it and I’m like oh fuck it’s still alive and I’m just so scared and feel really bad. Like I was so scared I put on pants, socks, a sweater on backwards, and a beanie so the spider couldn’t get me if it fell.

I’ve Lived A Long Bloody Time

Captain Duckling Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with a soul mark that only has one match. The day you reach 20, you stop aging until you find your match. (1/?)

For my lovely valentine @princess-emma-of-misthaven. Sorry, it’s a little late. I loved talking to you these past weeks and I hope to chat more.

Killian Jones has been plagued his whole life, a lot of bloody years, by the swan beneath his collar bone.

It’s a simple soul mark but a rare one.

Simple in it’s design, it consists of two lines—a thick curving line in the shape a hook, swooping down and out, thinning into a gentle curve like that of a closed eyelid and another, slightly rippled line starting about two-thirds of the way down from the first, rising, falling and then rising again, flicking up like wave smashing against rocks.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really liked your blog. It's like my nightly routine to just scroll through your blog. I'd liked to request Seventeen as mermen and what colored tails they'd have. If it's too much, it's okay to just do some members, since you seem busy with other requests. Thank you!

Seventeen Mermaid!AU

S.Coups: Seungcheol hates the land. He has twelve younger best friends, and his hate for humans began when a sailor captured one of them. He’s become very protective of them, and wouldn’t know what he’d do if one of them left and never returned. He’s pretty much the dad of his group, always scolding them for being reckless, but it’s just because he’s afraid of losing them. His tail is dark blue at his waist, and it fades to a sky blue at the end of his fins.

Jeonghan: Jeonghan is really cunning; he purposely makes himself seen by sailors, and takes advantage of the myth that mermaids would grant them one wish if they gave him what he wanted. He has a grotto filled with treasures from the human world because of this. While the land may amaze him, he would never think of leaving home. His tail is beautiful; it appears white, but under the light, there are subtle shimmers of pink and blue.

Joshua: Jisoo is always helping others. He helps toddlers swim, he helps older merpeople with chores, he volunteers in scraping barnacles off any structure; the list just goes on and on. He loves the underwater world, but he is curious about the human world too. He’d never dream of swimming to shore though, in fear of being seen. His tail is a deep violet that fades to lavender.

Jun: Junhui is a bit of a troublemaker. He’s always off exploring in forbidden or shark-infested areas without fear. He’s really fast at swimming, so he never gets caught or hurt by anything. He can be really reckless sometimes, like that one time he nearly got eaten by a shark while exploring a sunken ship, and so he’s always getting scolded by Seungcheol. His tail is the color of sunset; a strong red, a bright orange, to finally a vibrant yellow.

Hoshi: Soonyoung is adventurous and always so full of energy. He’s a bit of a prankster, but everyone loves his charisma. He doesn’t explore forbidden lands, but he explores everywhere else. He knows all the hiding spots, all the shortcuts; he’s been everywhere and he just keeps exploring to see if there’s anything else he missed. His tail is a mint green-aquamarine blend.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo tells stories. He tells stories he made up himself, and real-life stories as well. His most-told story is the one of when he was caught in a net by sailors. He got tangled in a net and was lifted above the water, where he was dumped onto the ship. He was able to jump off the ship, but not without getting cut by one of the sailors’ knives. He’s been afraid of humans since. His tail is dark grey, almost black, and it glistens under the light. He has a scar on his fin about three inches long.

Woozi: Jihoon is always gone. He can’t seem to be able to stay in the same place for long. He’s always out exploring the ocean, finding different treasures and learning new things. Unknown to Seungcheol, he swims close to land because that’s where he can hear what he loves so much—music. He loves hearing humans play to different kinds of instruments he’ll never be able to play underwater. His tail is coral pink, and it shimmers under the light.

DK: Seokmin is always trying to fill everyone’s days with sunshine. He’s always going around singing, playing with kids, and just brightening up the merpeople’s days. The humans and the sharks or any other threatening creature scares them, so he tries to help them all forget about their worries, even if just for a little while. His tail is a dark blue that fades to turquoise.

Mingyu: Mingyu’s a mess. He’s always getting stuck in tight spaces because he thought he could fit through them. He always accidentally cuts himself with cracked shells while looking for nice ones to give to Chan. He always challenges Junhui to a race to see if he could beat them, and them slams himself into a structure. He’s clumsy, but he’s thoughtful and always there for his friends when they need him. His tail is the color of silver, and many envy him for having such a rare color.

The8: Minghao is friends with all the sea creatures. The merpeople often mention how he’s always absent or disappearing because rather than swimming around the city, he’s swimming with the dolphins and fish. He even befriends sharks, much to the horror of his friends. Minghao’s just naturally friendly, and he’s always helping any sea creature in trouble. His tail is the color of sunset as well, but not the red, orange and yellow one like Junhui’s. His starts with a light blue, then a hint of purple, and ends with a soft pink.

Seungkwan: All the merpeople believe that Seungkwan has the most beautiful voice in all the underwater world. He’s always swimming around, singing to his heart’s content. However, this is not always good because he loves the sun and rain, so sometimes he swims up to the surface. While he’s there, he sings, accidentally attracting nearby sailors, and nearly getting himself captured by them. He sometimes doesn’t think before doing something. His tail is a blend of pink and peach, and it shimmers brilliantly under the light.

Vernon: Hansol loves the land. He knows he shouldn’t after hearing what Wonwoo went through, but there’s just something about it that captivates him. The human activities like dancing, jumping, running… they seem so fun to him. As a merman, all he could do is swim, and sometimes, he can’t help but want more. His tail is the color of gold, and like Mingyu, he’s also envied for his rare color.

Dino: Chan collects seashells. He likes to keep track of memories this way. If he spent a fun and happy day with his friends, he’d pick up a pretty shell to remind him of that day. If they all got into a fight, he’d pick up a cracked shell with chipped edges to remember what happened. Good or bad, he wants to remember every day he spent with them. His tail is a light pastel blue that nearly fades to white at his fins.

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“To have a little sister, be it by blood or life’s necessity, is to have an additional self. A remix. A tragic story with an alternate, triumphant ending. It is to see yourself making different mistakes, breaking different hearts, being bolder or more afraid under different circumstances. To have a little sister is to waft fluidly between the roles of pupil and professor, criminal and judge, sinner and god. It is to weave a net on which she may always be caught, to crack the bones of the shoulder on which she may always lay. To keep living, even when you find it difficult to. To dry your own tears as you share eyes.” - Emerald Shaw

Model: Alexis (my sister)
Photog, wardrobe, direction: Emerald Shaw