If you’re waiting for Guillermo del Toro’s upcoming movie ‘The Shape of Water’, then you should probably read the graphic novel ‘Dear Creature’ by Jonathan Case.
It’s pretty much the same concept as ‘The Shape of Water’- a fish man and a human girl fall in love, but it looks to be told more from the fish man’s perspective as he attempts to become a normal member of human society. It looks to be a pretty cool, funny read with elements of 50′s pulp horror and sci-fi,in the vein of ‘Creature from the Black Lagoon’ and other monster movies. If that interests you, then you should definitely check it out.
Kind of really missing when the pagan/fantasy community of Tumblr was BUZZING. We’re all out living our lives now & living the truths that we were writing about online ages ago, but I’m feeling really nostalgic (╥﹏╥) Change & transition & growth is obviously okay, but I’m reminiscing. I’m not even here very much these days, myself, but… meh.
Missing all the other (what may as well be) old hags of the tumblrsphere ♡
Had a nervous breakdown about two weeks ago. I think it’s fair to call it that. But I suppose after 14 years of anxiety and depression, I was just a ticking time bomb. I’m probably still having it - not all of my waking moments are conventionally lucid. It’s a day-by-day process.
Struggling to accept the seriousness of my situation, to avoid engaging in denial and minimization. It’s surprisingly difficult because I’ve had years of thinking “It’s not that bad,” all the while ignoring that it was getting worse. To accept that I may have been and could again be a danger to myself also means accepting that my problem is Important™ and, by extension, so am I.
I am grateful that my mentor had the presence of mind to intervene. In one of our first meetings last semester, I asked him to help keep me from “running my ship aground.” I knew grad school challenged the mental health of people far more stable than myself, and that worried me. I didn’t know him well enough at the time, but what I was really asking was “Please watch me. Please notice if my behavior changes because you might be the only one who can. Please intervene.”
I don’t know if he remembers that; I’d be surprised if he did. But regardless, he did watch, he did notice, and he did intervene. And, just as importantly, he metaphorically never left my side. He didn’t throw me at the counselling service and hope for the best. He physically brought me there, and he checked in almost every day while I was waiting for my first real appointment. Now we’re both on holiday, but he still wants me to check in. That consistency has been vitally grounding, a lifeline in a storm I can’t control.
Because the problem with “getting help” in my situation is that it is a long-term solution, not a short-term one. I had 3 psych meetings in the span of a week, and not a single one was palpably helpful; in fact, they made me acutely worse. The intake woman needs to know how serious my case is (n.b. they gave me a clinical psychologist, not a counsellor, so their answer was apparently ‘pretty serious’); my psychologist needs time to get to know me; my psychiatrist needs to figure out what medication is most appropriate to try first, and that medication needs time to work. These are all necessary and unavoidable delays, but they don’t do much for the fact that I need help getting through right now.
Having someone stronger than me, who has enough experience with this to do the right things, who didn’t need something from me except to stay alive so I could make him “proud and famous,” that has bought me time in the short-term while I pursue long-term solutions.
In my more lucid moments, I feel hopeful about those solutions. At the very least, I think that they’re the right move. I’m aware I need to take myself seriously, that I’m not the most reliable judge of what thoughts and behaviors are worthy of concern, so I need to trust the professionals and the people who know me best.
There’s not a happy ending to this, but nor is there a sad one. There is no ending yet. It’s just a story which is, for better or worse, still as alive and breathing as I am.
When the two
of you cuddled he would be the big spoon, wrapping his arms under your arms to
hold your hands at your chest although you often ended up laying on your backs,
you half on the bed and half of his shoulder.
Darling, love, dear. You know, the Brit’ stuff ;)
Creature keeper, dear, Newt Zoomander
#3 His nervous habit you love
Of course it’s
his cute bumbling and stuttering. Also his lack of eye contact gives you a
chance to gaze upon him without blushing under his attention.
#4 Your quirk that he loves
watching you twiddle your thumbs while you try to find words to respond to a
question that makes you flustered.
#5 His favourite place to kiss you
the mouth, shoulders while you’re cuddling.
#6 How you hug 1
affection in many ways but public hugging does not occur often unless one of
you had previously been in danger. He’d rather link arms or hold your
shoulders, put an arm around your waist or on your lower back. Things like
#7 His first thoughts meeting you
“Do try not
to make a fool of yourself.”
my creatures :D”
creatures like them :D”
#8 How he wakes you up
you up unintentionally by tucking your messy hair, that he loves, out of your
#9 You have a nightmare
wake up in the middle of the night disturbed Newt encourages you to come closer
and try to fall asleep but in the event that you can’t you’ll both go into his
case to play with his nocturnal creatures.
#10 Your fear
creatures not liking you.
#11 Height difference
indeed quite a tall man and he never uses it against you but you do enjoy
having his chest pressed up against your back. You remember the first time he
did it, when you fed his creatures for the first time, he was helping you and
you both became quite flustered about it but neither of you moved.
#12 How you kiss
When the two
of you kiss it feels like the moon is spotlighting you. It’s intimate, private
yet you still want to shout it to the world.
#13 How you hug 2
two of you couldn’t be closer when you held each other tightly, it’s as if you
were sculpting together.
Pelutze: Buy me some pants
APH Luxembourg: What?
Pelutze: I just realized I’m naked, buy me some pants APH Luxembourg: I’m not buying you pants
Pelutze: Buy me some pants
APH Luxembourg: I’m not buying you pants
Pelutze: I’m wearing your pants
APH Luxembourg: TAKE OFF MY PANTS
Pelutze: I’ve wet your pants
APH Luxembourg: You son of a BITCH
*takes a bong hit* Goth has no right or wrong that’s why it exists. You wanna bring colour to your goth style? Fucking do it. Monochrome creepy? Go for it, pal.
Goth is not about how expansive your clothes were, you can wear whatever old non-branded bootleg shit you got, is Goth. Goth is what you decide is goth based on what it was meant to be. You have a base and you follow the base but you don’t, u feel? See, you have this style and u kind follow it but u don’t gotta follow the rules that were set up bc psst hey… there are none, pal!! Do ya thing!!
Anyway, it’s almost midnight, go dance to the silence of the night dear creatures of the night and be happy goths!
Pythagoras (570-490 BC) – For as long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings, he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other. Indeed, he who sows the seeds of murder and pain cannot reap joy and love.
Buddha (563-483 BC) – To become vegetarian is to step into the stream which leads to nirvana..
Hippocrates (460-370 BC) – The soul is the same in all living creatures, although the body of each is different.
Plato (428-347 BC) – The Gods created certain kinds of beings to replenish our bodies; they are the trees and the plants and the seeds.
Plutarch (46-120): A human body in no way resembles those that were born for ravenousness; it hath no hawk’s bill, no sharp talon, no roughness of teeth, no such strength of stomach or heat of digestion, as can be sufficient to convert or alter such heavy and fleshy fare … There is nobody that is willing to eat even a lifeless and a dead thing even as it is; so they boil it, and roast it, and alter it by fire and medicines, as it were, changing and quenching the slaughtered gore with thousands of sweet sauces, that the palate being thereby deceived may admit of such uncouth fare.
Voltaire (1694-1778) – How pitiful, and what poverty of mind, to have said that the animals are machines deprived of understanding and feeling … Judge (in the same way as you would judge your own) the behaviour of a dog who has lost his master, who has searched for him in the road barking miserably, who has come back to the house restless and anxious, who has run upstairs and down, from room to room, and who has found the beloved master at last in his study, and then shown his joy by barks, bounds and caresses. There are some barbarians who will take this dog, that so greatly excels man in capacity for friendship, who will nail him to a table, and dissect him alive, in order to show you his veins and nerves. And what you then discover in him are all the same organs of sensation that you have in yourself. Answer me, mechanist, has Nature arranged all the springs of feeling in this animal to the end that he might not feel? Has he nerves that he may be incapable of suffering?
Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790) – My refusing to eat meat occasioned inconveniency, and I have been frequently chided for my singularity. But my light repast allows for greater progress, for greater clearness of head and quicker comprehension.
Charles Darwin (1809-1882) – There is no fundamental difference between man and the higher animals in their mental faculties … The lower animals, like man, manifestly feel pleasure and pain, happiness, and misery.
Henry David Throeau (1817-1862) – One farmer says to me, “You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make the bones with;” and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying himself with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.
I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other.
-Henry David Thoreau
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821-1881) – Love animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled. Do not trouble their joy, don’t harass them, don’t deprive them of their happiness, don’t work against God’s intent. Man, do not pride yourself on superiority to animals; they are without sin, and you, with your greatness, defile the earth by your appearance on it, and leave the traces of your foulness after you – alas, it is true of almost every one of us!
Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910) – A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral.
Mark Twain (1835-1910) – Of all the creatures, man is the most detestable. Of the entire brood, he’s the one that possesses malice. He is the only creature that inflicts pain for sport, knowing it to be pain. The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to the other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.
Thomas Edison (1847-1931) – Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.
George Benard Shaw (1856-1950) – Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into an oak! Bury a sheep, and nothing happens but decay.
Animals are my friends and I don’t eat my friends.
-George Bernard Shaw
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930) – At the moment our human world is based on the suffering and destruction of millions of non-humans. To perceive this and to do something to change it in personal and public ways is to undergo a change of perception akin to a religious conversion. Nothing can ever be seen in quite the same way again because once you have admitted the terror and pain of other species you will, unless you resist conversion, be always aware of the endless permutations of suffering that support our society.
Dmitry Sergeyevich Merezhkovsky (Russian, 1865-1941), from The Romance of Leonardo da Vinci – Truely man is the king of beasts, for his brutality exceeds theirs. We live by the death of others: we are burial places! I have from an early age abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men such as I will look on the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men.
Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1955) – It ill becomes us to invoke in our daily prayers the blessings of God, the Compassionate, if we in turn will not practice elementary compassion towards our fellow creatures.
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965) – Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, man will not himself find peace.
Albert Einstein (1879-1955) – It is my view that the vegetarian manner of living, by its purely physical effect on the human temperament, would most beneficially influence the lot of mankind.
H.G. Wells (1886-1946) – In all the round world of Utopia there is no meat. There used to be, but now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses. And it is impossible to find anyone who will hew a dead ox or pig. I can still remember as a boy the rejoicings over the closing of the last slaughterhouse.
Ruth Harrison (1920-2000) – In fact, if one person is unkind to an animal it is considered to be cruelty, but where a lot of people are unkind to animals, especially in the name of commerce, the cruelty is condoned and, once large sums of money are at stake, will be defended to the last by otherwise intelligent people.
William Roberts, MD (1932-present) – When we kill the animals to eat them, they end up killing us because their flesh, which contains cholesterol and saturated fat, was never intended for human beings.
Carl Sagan (1934-1996) – Humans–who enslave, castrate, experiment on, and fillet other animals–have had an understandable penchant for pretending animals do not feel pain. A sharp distinction between humans and “animals” is essential if we are to bend them to our will, make them work for us, wear them, eat them–without any disquieting tinges of guilt or regret. It is unseemly of us, who often behave so unfeelingly toward other animals, to contend that only humans can suffer. The behavior of other animals renders such pretensions specious. They are just too much like us.
Colin Campbell, MD (1934-present) – [W]hat we have come to consider as “normal” illnesses of aging are really not normal. In fact, these findings indicate that the vast majority, perhaps 80 to 90% of all cancers, cardiovascular diseases, and other forms of degenerative illness can be prevented, at least until very old age, simply by adopting a plant-based diet.
The Dalai Lama (1935-present) – I do not see any reason why animals should be slaughtered to serve as human diet when there are so many substitutes. After all, man can live without meat. It is only some carnivorous animals that have to subsist on flesh. Killing animals for sport, for pleasure, for adventures, and for hides and furs is a phenomenon which is at once disgusting and distressing. There is no justification in indulging in such acts of brutality … Life is as dear to a mute creature as it is to a man. Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not to die, so do other creatures.
Paul McCartney (1942-present) – If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.
Neal D. Barnard, MD (1953-present) – The beef industry has contributed to more American deaths than all the wars of this century, all natural disasters, and all automobile accidents combined. If beef is your idea of “real food for real people,” you’d better live real close to a real good hospital.
k.d. lang (1961-present) – We all love animals. Why do we call some “pets” and others “dinner?”
Note: I tried to tag everyone that asked, but some of the tagging seems to have worked and some of it didn’t! Sorry! But yeah y’all were so hype for this! I hope it lived up to your hopes! Please give feedback!
Lightning flashed above the stormy sea. The
waters swirled wickedly, churning the Iron Man, the ship captained by the
second-best captain on the seven seas, Captain Stark. The crew scrambled to
toss their belongings below deck before any more crates could fall overboard.
“I mean it, Peter! Get below deck!”
“No can do, Captain Stark! I’m not going
under until the rest of you do!” Peter replied stubbornly. He was soaked with
rain water, dripping wet. The boat lurched to the side, causing everyone on the
deck to fall over. Peter scrambled to get to his feet, grabbing onto the sail
“Get! Below! Deck!” Stark ordered. “Now!”
“Okay fine!” Peter shouted in reply, making
his way towards the door to the lower deck. The boat tilted again, violently
lurching to the side. Peter slipped on the wet wooden floor, sliding across it.
In one swift motion, Peter hit his head, fell overboard, and landed in the
angry waters with a splash.
Somewhere in the depths, you felt like
something was off. Perhaps it was the smell of the human deck boy from the
large ship, or maybe it was the alcohol that leaked from the pirates’ lost
barrels. So many foreign smells from the humans that lived on the ship drifted
through your nostrils. But whatever it was, be it fate or something written in
the stars long ago, you followed the feeling, large scaly tale flicking behind
Your long hair trailed behind you in the
water as you swam as fast as the currents could carry you. It was a powerful
storm, and even a mermaid like you had difficulty navigating the harsh waters.
Drifting in the murky waves was the deck boy.
His eyes were closed, and it appeared he was unconscious, his tousled brown
curls surrounded his head in a cloud. You rushed forward, much surprised by the
sight of a human. He must have fallen off of the ship along with the other
cargo floating around in wooden crates and barrels, you figured.
Moving as quickly as you could, you dragged
the boy to shore, depositing him on the beach. However, it appeared he wasn’t
breathing. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, and with an ounce of
magic, you pressed a hand to his muscled chest. Its only covering was the
whispy white shirt that hung limp and wet around his body. Your fingers glowed,
palm pressing a jolt of power into him.
With a heave, Peter coughed wickedly,
desperately, depositing the water in his lungs onto the shore. He looked at you
with a hazy disoriented expression before slumping onto the sand, unconscious.
You smiled softly, deciding to sit on the beach with him until the storm ended.
The next morning, Peter still hadn’t awoken.
He was beyond exhausted from the ordeals of the night before. Carefully, you
carried him through the water and set him in the small rowboat attached to the
side of the ship, wrapping him in what appeared to be part of a sail to keep
him warm until he awoke.
Humans were cute, you decided. His legs were
certainly odd, much unlike the tail you possessed, but he was too handsome for
his oddity to matter. He appeared to be young, about your age if not a bit
older. You smirked, pushing these thoughts out of your mind. Relations with
those that walked the land was strictly forbidden. But still. He was cute. For
Peter bolted awake with a shout, looking
around at his surroundings. You returned to the water with a large splash, narrowly
avoiding his disheveled brown gaze, or so you thought. Dr. Jarvis Vision looked
over the railing of the ship very surprised, but grateful to see the little
“There you are, Parker! We feared we had lost
you to the sea!”
“I uh…well, I guess not…” Peter raked a hand
through his hair, looking around. He could have sworn there had been someone
next to him, but maybe it was just remnants of a restless dream. A dream. Of
course. There couldn’t be a…whatever
he had seen. No. It had to be an illusion of the water. He had simply hit his
head too hard. “Good morning Dr. Vision.”
“Is that Parker?” Prince T’Challa, the
royal-gone-rebel who had recently joined their crew of merry pirates, asked,
looking down at the deck boy. “Welcome back, boy. Maybe next time you’ll obey
the captain’s orders.”
“Yeah…” Peter gazed off into the waves. “We’ll
see about that…”
“Quit gazing off into the sunset, Parker!
You’re supposed to be sweeping!” Captain Stark teased the dazed teen as he
rushed to get back to work. “What’s gotten into you? Since you fell off of the
boat last week, your head’s been in the clouds! Did you lose a few brain cells
“Not exactly, I just…” Peter paused, sighing
as he watched waves lap the shore of the nearest island. “Captain, permission
to speak freely?”
“Well…sir…Have you…ever seen something you
thought was impossible? Something that couldn’t be real, and yet…it feels…feels like you could reach out and touch
it if you really tried. But when you look, it’s…”
“Gone.” the captain nodded, a look of empathy
flashing through his eyes. “I know that feeling. The feeling that something
extraordinary slipped through your fingers. The…One that got away…”
“Yeah. I guess. I dunno…” Peter scratched the
back of his neck. “I just…I can’t help but wonder if we’re not alone here.”
“Of course we’re not. Rogers is still out
there with the others somewhere. If they survived the wreck.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know, kid.” Stark ruffled Peter’s already-messy
hair. “I know.”
“I think you’re sick.” Your mermaid friend Jemma
braided your hair. “Your cheeks have been red and you’ve been stuck in a daze.
“I don’t know.” You stated, gazing at your
reflection in the speckled glass mirror you had found in a shipwreck not so
“I think she’s in love. Who is it? Triton?
Neptune? Percy?” asked Skye, Jemma’s sister.
“No, not quite.” you shook your head. A shy
smile tugged at your lips and a rosy color spread across your cheeks.
“Do we know him, or is he from another cove?”
Jemma continued questioning.
“You don’t know him.”
“Hmmm…” Skye hummed, looking at you. She
wouldn’t let it show, but there was concern in her kind brown eyes. “Just…be
careful, would you?”
“I will…I promise.”
You hadn’t intended to swim so close to the
surface, nor had you meant to wander to the pirate ship that floated on the
glittering waves. But your heart and your tail seemed to have minds of their
own. And they were conspiring against you. You watched the crewmates walk
across the deck on the peaceful night. The stars were so bright in the sky
above, making a map of glowing diamonds.
You watched carefully for the deck boy. Peter, you had overheard. Peter Parker.
There. There he was, sitting on a barrel. He was messing with a trinket from
the mainland. You had no clue what it was. You had never seen anything quite
like it, but you could tell from the way he held it, looked at it so carefully,
that he had a strange interest in the little devices.
Cautiously, you surfaced, letting your head
out of the water so you could hear him. He was deep in conversation with one of
his other crewmates. He had hair so white it was almost silver, the beginnings
of a beard, and he spoke with a thick accent.
“You look so lost, Peter.” the man said, a
silver locket dangling from his fist. “I know how you feel. I haven’t seen my
sister since The Avenger sank.”
“We’ll find her, Pietro. We’ll find the
others.” he promised the man in the dark. “I know it.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I always am.” Peter offered a half-hearted
“Well, I’m going to bed. Don’t stay out too
late. And,” Pietro smirked. “Don’t fall overboard.”
“I won’t.” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.
You sighed, looking up at the deck boy. What
were you doing here? It was forbidden. This was forbidden. And with great
reason. If men, greedy mortal men knew of the existence of the merfolk, they
would stop at nothing to take everything the creatures held dear, hunting them
And yet, this boy, this human boy looked so kind. His eyes held all of the stars, and his
skin was smooth and soft and warm. You put a hand over your mouth, fingers
tracing the smooth lips that had saved his life as you remembered the feeling
of his against yours. Did he even remember? Would he?
You turned to leave, but before you could, he
“Wait.” he pleaded, his voice soft. His eyes
searched the shadows beside the boat frantically. He knew you were there. He
could feel it with all of his being. “Please. Don’t be afraid.”
“Perhaps it’s you that should be afraid of me.”
you said in a somewhat teasing tone. “After all, my kind aren’t supposed to
“Why…Why did you save me?” Peter asked. “I
know it was you. I think. Unless there are more of you.”
“You fell overboard.”
“Well yeah, but-”
“You were going to die. No one, not even a
man deserves that fate.” you answered simply. “I have to go. If my people know
I was here, if I talked to you,
“Wait! Don’t leave. I…what’s your name?”
“(Y/N).” you told him against your better
“(Y/N).” he repeated. You blushed, cheeks
burning red at the way your name sounded on his tongue.
“I have to go.” you stated, more seriously
this time. Though he couldn’t see your face, he could hear the urgency in your
“Will I ever meet you again?”
“Yes.” you cringed as soon as the word left
your mouth. You couldn’t stop the next one. “Tomorrow.”
“O-Okay! Great! Um-” he nodded, his heart
fluttering. “I’ll be here.”
“See you then, Peter.” you smiled, splashing
into the murky waves.
“How did you know my-” But you were already
You avoided your friends from the cove all
day, careful not to speak to them too much. You didn’t want them to suspect
anything. They couldn’t know you had gone to the surface, much less been
caught, much lesser actually talked to
him. It was a dangerous game you were playing, but your heart didn’t seem
to care. You couldn’t get the youngest pirate out of your mind. Everything
about him was so different than the humans you had heard of growing up.
His smile, his laugh, his kind brown eyes
that held all of the stars…You felt like you were flying. It was nothing you
could control. But it was a good feeling. A good sort of fiery chaos coursing
through your veins.
It was late at night after all of the pirates
but one had gone to bed. Peter leaned against the railing of the boat. He
climbed down into the rowboat, holding a lantern. He set it in the boat and
looked out on the horizon. Another clear night, and no sight of you. Maybe you
had lied to him. Maybe you had been unable to find the ship. Possibilities swam
through his mind, and his hopeful expression fell.
“Hey there sailor,” you greeted, popping up
to rest your elbows on the edge of the boat.
“Oh my God!” he pressed a hand over his
heart. You laughed at how cute he was when he was surprised. “You’re here.”
“I’m here.” you smiled.
“God…you’re so beautiful…” he whispered,
stunned. He had never gotten a good look at you until now.
“Thank you.” you giggled. “You’re quite cute
yourself, deck boy.”
“R-really? You t-think so?”
“Well, for a human anyway,” you laughed.
“So you really are a-”
“Yep.” you waved the fin of your tail behind
you. “Crazy, right?”
“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his thick
brown hair. “Crazy.”
“I take it your humans don’t know you’re
“Nah. They’d think I was a madman if I told
them I was staying up to meet a mermaid.”
“Maybe you are mad.” You tilted your head,
grinning. “Maybe you hit your head just a bit too hard when you fell from your
“Maybe I did. That would explain why I’m
talking to an angel.”
“Are you always so flirtatious or is that a
“I-I’m sorry. Am I not supposed to do that?
Is that okay?”
“I suppose I’ll let it slide.” you bit your
lip, your wet hand cautiously finding a place above his dry, warm one.
“You’re not going to drown me, are you?”
Peter asked, brown eyes wide.
“What would be the point in saving you only
to drown you?” you laughed, shaking your head. You pressed a kiss to his soft
cheek, causing him to blush five shades of red. “I think you’re mistaking me
for a siren, Peter. There’s a difference.”
“Well, I’m afraid I have to go before one of
the others notices I’m missing.” You told him, glancing away. His face fell,
not wanting you to leave quite yet, but he understood why. “I’ll see you soon.
“Okay. See you soon.” He nodded, giving your
hand a quick squeeze before you slipped into the water. He watched your tail
twisting through the water like a fine ribbon as long as he could, but soon you
were out of sight. He held a hand over his heart. Was he trembling? Had this single
creature turned his limbs to jelly? Melted him to a puddle? Yes. She had. And
best part was she hadn’t even tried.
Captain Stark gazed out his window as the
mermaid splashed back into the depths. A smirk tugged at his lips. The sight of
his deck boy falling head over heels for the mystical maiden tugged at his
heart strings. And it brought back memories of her. The woman that had stolen his heart.
She too, was a mermaid, a beautiful mermaid
by the name Virginia. But the other merfolk simply called her Pepper. She would
visit the captain, back when he and Captain Rogers were co-captaining The
Avenger. It was long before the crash. Long before the wreck that had split the
crew in two, leaving half of them with Tony and the other half with Steve.
He met with her as often as he could, almost
every night. One night, she had joined him on the ship, sacrificing her tail
for a temporary pair of human legs. And after that seemingly magical evening,
she vanished. He never saw her again. But that had been so long ago. Peter
would have only been a glimmer in his parents’ eyes at that time.
Stark shook his head. He half-wanted to warn
the boy not to get attached. Their kind never seemed to stick around long. But
yet, he couldn’t bring himself to shatter the magic he saw in the boy’s eyes.
He sighed. Peter would have to learn that lesson for himself.
Back in the cove, you sat at the mirror, combing
through your long silky tresses with a shell comb. You hummed a melody to
yourself, smiling. You couldn’t stop thinking about Peter. You couldn’t get the
human boy out of your mind.
“I know what you’re doing, (Y/N),” one of the
older mermaids, Maria stated. Her voice was warm, but firm. She had compassion,
but she knew you had to stop doing what you had for the past month. Almost
every night, you had snuck off to see Peter. It was too dangerous. What if the
rest of the humans found out? What if they tried to take you? She couldn’t lose
you. Not after she had already lost…
“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.
“I know you’ve been seeing someone, and I
knows he’s not-”
“(Y/N)? There you are! We’ve been looking all
over for you!” Jemma swam into your chamber with Skye not far behind. “Sorry
Maria, but we’re really, really late for class.”
You looked to Maria apologetically before
swimming after Jemma and Skye as fast as your tails would carry you. There were
no classes today, but there were
plenty of shipwrecks to scavenge.
“You saved my fin,” you chuckled.
“We know.” Skye nodded. “Jemma and I might be
all right with you spending your nights with a human boy, but Maria? May? They
“I know.” you nodded solemnly. “I can’t hide
him forever. But…I don’t know. I…I care about him. A lot.”
“We know. Just be careful.”
“I will be.”
“Look what I found~” you sing-songed,
surfacing beside the rowboat. Peter jumped, the silence of the night suddenly
gone. A smile found his lips easily. You set the sack of metal trinkets in the
boat. “Thought you might like them.”
“These are for me?” Peter asked, sifting
through the things you had brought him. Compasses, stopwatches, silverware,
candle holders, old bracelets and rings. “Where’d you find them?”
“A shipwreck not far from here. This stuff
has been down there for nearly a hundred years.”
“This is so cool! Thank you,” he smiled
“Will you help me up? Into the boat?” You
asked. Peter nodded, gripping your arms and waist and helping you into the
small rowboat. You sat with him, closer than you had ever been. Only your fin
touched the water.
“There you go,” he smiled, cheeks red. He
slipped his hand into yours, his larger fingers, intertwining with yours. “I
“It’s been a day, Peter.”
“I still missed you.” he chuckled. You rolled
your eyes and gave his shoulder a little shove. “Do you…is it possible…” he
shook his head. “Nevermind.”
“Is it possible for you to…stay? Here? With
“You mean like all the time?”
“Wouldn’t that be weird? For me to just swim
around the ship all the time, Peter?”
“Well…I meant like…on legs.”
“I’ve never tried. I could look into it. If
you like. But…I have a life at the cove too. I can’t just leave forever.”
“I know. Maybe I could come with you? We
could take turns.”
“Where did this sudden urge come from Peter?
Why do you suddenly want to be attached to my hip?”
“I…I think I realized that I’m in love with
you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but I-”
“I love you too.” you offered a soft smile.
You wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.
He held you close, letting out a long breath. His calloused hands pressed
against your back as his eyes squeezed shut. He wished he could just stay in
this moment forever.
Weeks passed. You researched everything you
could on mermaid-human transformation, but you came up blank. All of the spells
were either extremely dark or undocumented. It was an impossible search. Soon,
Maria caught wind of what you were trying to find and pulled you aside for a
“(Y/N), we need to talk.” she tried again,
closing the curtains to the chamber.
“I know you know about Peter.” you whispered,
tears welling in your eyes. “I know it’s not allowed, but…I love him. I’m
sorry. I…I can’t control how I feel. I can’t just stop loving him…”
“I know.” she nodded, compassion in her eyes.
“There’s…there’s something about your mother that none of us have ever told
“What do you mean?”
“Your mother…my best friend, fell in love with one of them. A human. She didn’t
care about the rules. And because of it, she died.”
“What are you saying?”
“Your mother died in childbirth. She was a
mermaid trying to give birth to…you. You’re…you’re not entirely merfolk. You’re
one of them too. What I mean to say is you’re drawn to the human world for a
“Does that mean I can be one of them?”
“There are legends about those born of earth
and of the sea. They say you can change back and forth at will, but it takes a
certain motivation. Your heart has to be in it.”
“It is,” you nodded.
“Good.” Maria offered a smile and a warm
embrace. Though she was worried, she knew you would be safe. You had to learn
for yourself. “Go. Explore.”
“Peter!” for the first time ever, in broad
daylight, you called to him. He nearly dropped his broom. The others on the
ship looked to Natasha, the only woman on board to see if she had called, but
she hadn’t. She shook her head. “Peter!”
Peter made his way to the railing of the ship
and looked down at you, swimming in the water. Had you gone mad? Coming to him
in broad daylight when everyone could see was dangerous to say the least.
“What are you doing here?” he yell-whispered,
looking at you with fear in his eyes. Fear of what the others would say, what
they would do. Stark stared at you with a look in his eyes that you didn’t
recognize. Something silent, reminiscent, something lost in translation. But
there was something familiar about you. Something he couldn’t quite place.
“Come here,” you told him, motioning him to
come down to the row boat. He did, hopping down with ease. The crew watched in
disbelief as he helped you onto the small boat. Your long, heavy green tail
dipped into the water slightly.
“What are you-?” he started to ask. Before
another word could escape his mouth, you kissed him, pressing your lips to his
softly. There was a warm feeling, deep in your stomach. It tingled, pulling and
pinching and twisting. And it hurt, but it was a reassuring kind of pain. Then
you felt it. You felt your tail slowly begin to split into a pair of legs, feet
replacing your fins, and a pair of scaly shorts left around your hips.
You opened your eyes, peeling away from Peter
to look down at them. It was bizarre, but it felt so right. Like everything in the
universe finally clicked into place.
“How did you-?”
“My dad was a human. I don’t know who he was,
but…because of it, I can change back and forth.”
“No. I’m not.” you smiled. Peter helped you
stand. You shook, wobbling on the strange appendages. He pulled you to his
chest, holding you close for support.
“I’ve got you.” his eyes sparkled like the
glittering waves surrounding the great ship. “I’ve got you.”
“Mind…introducing us to your friend, Peter?”
First Mate Rhodes asked with a smirk. The others pulled the rowboat up closer
to the deck. Peter helped you step onto the wooden surface. You leaned against
him, waving shyly at the strangers that surrounded you.
“This is (Y/N).” Peter stated. “She’s uh…a
mermaid. Kind of.”
“Kind of.” you repeated with a nod.
“Well…welcome aboard!” Tony motioned to the rest
of the ship. He tried to act as though everything was normal, but it was very
obvious that something was off. “I…I’m sorry for asking this, and I know it
seems off, but was your mother…was her name Virginia? Did she go by Pepper?”
“How did you-?”
“And you said your father is a human, right?”
“Yeah…” you raised an eyebrow as he stepped
closer, looking over every miniscule detail of your face. It finally clicked.
This was your- “Dad?”
“I think so,” Stark nodded, enveloping you in
his arms. He pulled you close. This was why Pepper had left. This is why. His
daughter. His child. And she had found her way back to him.
“Nice to meet you…finally…” you whispered.
Tears fell from your eyes. Everything seemed to fall into place.
“You too, kid.” Tony nodded. “You too,”
And so you learned about the human world from
actual humans, alternating between living on the ship and living in the sea. Eventually,
you brought your mer-friends to meet Peter and the others and introduce them to
your long-lost father.
You and the other mermaids spent months
searching, but after a long while, you found the other half of the Avenger’s
crew on another boat called the SS Freedom. Pietro and Wanda were finally
united, and the team became whole again, welcoming you to their ranks with open
arms whenever you wanted to join them on the ship.
Life seemed so strange compared to the way
you used to live, but you loved it in every way, thankful for the hand fate had
dealt you. As you laid on Peter’s chest, listening to his soft, sleepy breaths,
you couldn’t have wished for anything more in life. This was heaven, and you
would never, ever get enough of it.
dear esther. the morning after i was washed ashore, salt in my ears, sand in my mouth and the waves always at my ankles, i felt as though everything had conspired to this one last shipwreck. i remembered nothing but water, stones in my belly and my shoes threatening to drag me under to where only the most listless of creatures swim.
The young lady jumped away from the cold fogged glass as if struck by a thunderbolt. Her little heels made a loud clinking noise as she staggered away, her wrist being caught by her mother with a cruel cold force.
Young Credence Barebone is about to begin undressing for sleep when he hears it. A sweet gentle sound of a piano forte. It’s immensely soft, and although he can only hear the forte of the piece, he knows that if he were to go downstairs and investigate, music will sound as sweet as he imagines with all its dolce and leggiero.
Contentment is a sleeping draught, Graves thinks. It puts your vigilance to sleep and erases your apprehension. Had he been young and hot-headed as he used to be, he would have said such a comfort is a weakness and he must be rid of it immediately. Right now, after weeks of torture and years of healing, complacency is all he is craving for.
He arrives half an hour earlier and spends it pacing about the street, hands hidden inside his coat pockets. The weather is getting chilly, but he utterly ignores the whipping frosty air hitting his face.
Fire is roaring in the fireplace, flames are dancing their mysterious spellbinding dance. It’s intriguing and mesmerizing and Graves is staring at it mindlessly. The passionate flame dance is quite the contrary to the auror’s state. For once he is peaceful and content, holding a dear creature in his arms and rocking it lightly.
Arthur was standing at the top balcony of the Citadel, observing the grounds. Camelot was serene as never before. A mighty kingdom under the rule of a just King Uther Pendragon, a kingdom full of magic, so prosperous that no disease seemed to touch it, no poverty getting ahold of the citizens. No curse torturing it but one. The curse of the Dark Mark.
All circumstances were in favour of Merlin’s trip to the bookstore. He needed something new to read, since his fingers touched every single book at home and he hated going to libraries. Merlin liked the idea of owning the book and getting back to it whenever he wanted, rather than having to return it.