that why it took so long

This honestly took so long but it was worth it. I’ve been debating between posting this with or without background and decided that you’ll have this version now, and the other once I’ve drawn all the ships in acomaf, when I’ll be putting them all together. I’m really proud of this so I hope you like it as much as I do ♥

hi everyone! just a quick check-in to say if you’re ever sending anon hate, especially to blog like this (I can’t think of a blog with better intentions than one like this, besides like the anti-puppy kicking brigade?), then I feel bad for who you have become. 

I don’t know what you’ve gone through to make you like this or to push you so far away from basic human empathy, but in any case, pointless hate against vulnerable people is unwelcome here, and I seriously recommend you reflect on why you do this and why you would target people who especially need love and support right now such as me and the audience of this blog.

anonymous asked:

i'm a recent msr shipper and i feel outraged that i have been deprived of this ship for the first 20 years of my life tbhh. LIKE. WHERE. HAVE. I. BEEN. that's why right now i have 20 years of spazzing out to make up for. and your blog has been one of my biggest enablers~ one this confuses me though, if they had feelings for each other early on, why did it take them so long to get together? love your blog btw xx

Welcome to the ship of infinite pain, my new friend! Please chain yourself to the nearest rail and grab some fan fiction- the amount of holes you’re going to have to plug with it are unfathomable. This ship has been on the verge of sinking for years and we need all the shipper power we can get.

As for why it took so long to sail… the architect of this vessel had no background in naval engineering. The building process was akin to a toddler gluing macaroni art so it was up to us- the loyal crew- to make it water-ready. And we did! But, now we have to protect it from its creator as he insists on blowing holes in the hull every chance he gets. Try not to drown, okay? Because dying is the only way you’ll ever unchain yourself from this vessel.

Welcome aboard the good ship MSR!

anonymous asked:

reader is a mermaid/merman as they got lost from the great sea, they end up in Zora's Domain, when they bump in to Prince Sidon, seeing as he is a shark they are scared at first but Prince Sidon are interesed in what they are, slowly they begin to trust Prince Sidon, so when Sidon ask them to meet there father, they get fluttered because they can't stand on her tail, and afther that fluff happen if you don't mind <3 <3 <3

Hey darling! I noticed you mentioned “her tail” on the request, but used mostly gender neutral pronouns elsewhere. So for now, I’m going to stick to gender neutral, but if you want me to change that, just say so and I can do some edits. Also, this is why I took so long yesterday, it wound up going for a lot longer than what I expected. if I get enough requests for it, I might consider making it a series in the future, it was a lot of fun to write! Hope you like it, I was psyched to write this!

-Mod Pinks


Mermaid/man s/o lost in the rivers (Sidon) (Warning: Mild Cursing)

No. No no no no nO NO!

Again the angry waves of the sea slammed down on them, forcing them deeper into the new territory than they had ever dared to go, all while the river tried to shove them back out to the treacherous sea.

A simple mission to find special river herbs to make some medicine, that’s all it was supposed to be. They hadn’t meant to take so long. They hadn’t seen the storm, how could they have known what was to come. 

More waves crashed heavily and they found themselves swimming harder upstream, trying to escape the dangerous waters. Suddenly, they felt themselves start to swirl. Oh no- the river joined with another, and the current propelled them uncontrollably away from the sea, and all they could do was scream and hope for the best, as the current dragged them further and further from the sea. 

That had been nearly 2 weeks ago, and ever since then, (Name) had been objectively and fully lost in these new waters. They had no idea where they were, and the last time they stuck their head out of the water, they had been attacked by the strangest green and red creatures they’d ever have the displeasure of coming across. 

Thanks the Wave-Bringer that they weren’t due back to their home for another 2 months- they had left on an expedition to get and study new medicinal herbs, and while (Name) couldn’t argue that the objective was certainly well-over completed, they longed to find the exit so as to be back in waters they knew.

Couldn’t deny that these new waters had piqued a bit of their interest. They were much sweeter, and the fish in them were as well, so starvation was far from a problem. And the sights in them-! Why, whenever they stuck their head out of the water and weren’t immediately chased away, they’d see sights they’d never imagine before. Green luscious mounds of some sort of plant, boulders so tall they looked like they could reach the sky- and beneath the river, scores of fish and plants they wished they had the time to study.

Perhaps when they managed to find their way out, they’d have to come back to map and study everything specifically in the rivers- there was so much to study and see and rUN AND AVOID IS THAT AN OCTOPUS FIRING BOULDERS AT THEM HELLS NO RETREAT RETREAT!!!! 

Time waits for no man, and right now (Name) assumed life waited for no lost merfolk who were about to possibly die, so with all their might they swam in spirals away from the horrendous creature of death, searching for a place to hid- THERE! With surprising speed, they rushed to a little hole in the side of the river, relieved they found shelter at such a time of fear- WHUMP.

Why was the Universe so vindictive? Did they unknowingly kill some orphan’s best seahorse on accident in another life to deserve this- this- HUMILIATION.

Twisting and turning, shoving and heaving, (Name) faced the terrible realization that there was no way in hell their lower half was going to fit. Coincidentally, there was no way their upper half was going to be easy to dislodge from the hole, not within their lifespan at least.

Damn it. They were going to die from getting a direct hit from a rock octopus to the ass after getting stuck in a damn hole. Maybe it was for the best that they were lost alone, goodness knows that if there were living witnesses they’d have to haunt their ass to ensure their silence.

Good bye, beautiful world. May the Wave-bringer bring their soul back to the sea-

Was that blood they smelled? Why did they smell blood? Why wasn’t it there own, did the octopus managed to hit itself oH GOODNESS WHY WERE THERE A PAIR OF HANDS ON THEIR TAIL?!

“Looks like you got yourself in a bit of a bind, friend.” Huh? “Don’t worry, I’ll have you out in a moment.” Rescue..? People?! Oh thank you Wave-bringer! Her temple was going to get a big donation of fish the second she got back for sending them a rescuer! (Name) excitedly pushed their hands against the dirt, trying to help their hero dislodge them from their badly-chosen prison, shoving and pushing with all their might as they felt as if their tail was being pulled out of existence. Just a bit more-!!!!

Whump. Freedom! Sweet glorious freedom! They heard a gasp behind them- right, the owner of the two hands still on their tail, they best turn and thank them for helping… them.

Huh. Suddenly, the rock octopus made a lot more sense. After all, could they really fault the poor creatures for having to evolve the ability to toss boulders when tHE SHARKS IN THESE WATERS SOMEHOW KEPT THEIR ORIGINAL BODY BUT ALSO GREW A TORSO WITH ARMS AND TWO EXTRA TAILS.

“H…Wha-” ARE THOSE SHARP TEETH NOPE NOPE NOPE THEY ARE NOT ABOUT TO BE DINNER TO A GODS-FORSAKEN GIANT SHARK PERSON WITH TWO TAILS NO SIR. 

“Hey! Wait-!” Nope nope they were out of there, twisting in it’s grasp quickly forcing it to let go as (Name) booked it down the river, continuing the way they were going with much more rejuvenated vigor and determination than before. A trail of bubbles was all they left behind them as they swam with everything they had, praying they lost that…that….shudder Shark-being. If they ever made it back to the ocean, they would leave that part out. No need for stupid idiots to call them a liar over this, they wouldn’t believe them anyway.

Especially the part where they kept running into the creature for days on end. Every day, at least once, or sometimes unfortunately twice, they’d spot the red and immediately start swimming until their fins couldn’t move an inch, escaping the teeth just barely. Sometimes the creature would be strange, and throw a fish at them, as if trying to feed them right before they ran off. Other times, (Name) would wake from a daydream to see it swimming alongside them, smiling and watching. Those days were particularly terrifying. 

They hated to admit it though- they had grown somewhat used to seeing the red streak, and was actually growing - dare they say it- attached to strange little being. It was at least a presence they could interact with for a few moments everyday. 

Which made today so strange. No red, no sign of it anywhere. They should have been relieved, but they couldn’t shake the feeling that it was nearby, waiting, watching, for a chance to strike. Hours passed, and finally, finally, they no longer felt the sense of dread upon them, and they stopped…somewhere in the river. At least they weren’t retracing their steps, that’s the good news. They looked around them, listened and observed for what must have been an hour at least, waiting for anything, any signal to book it.

There was none.Whew.

But it was late. The shadows of night crept upon them, and if a sharkperson and boulder octopus were scary at daylight, there was no way they were going to gamble with running into them in the dark, absolutely not. 

After some searching, a few boulders moved and some seaweed gathered for a decent bed, (Name) curled up beneath the shelter of boulders they had made, laying on the cool seaweed. Today had taken its toll, and within moments, they were asleep, dreaming of making their way home safely.

…“h…o”

Groooan…. infernal fish, with their incessant need to make so much noise in the mornings.

…“H..e..o…”

Hrmph. Dedicated lousy fish, couldn’t they see they hadn’t slept in ages?

…“..Hello..?”

….That’s not a fish, is it…?

Opening one eye, they hoped, prayed, that it was all some hoax, a late night illusion.

And saw a mouthful of grinning shark teeth.

“Ah, you’re awake, good. I was afraid you were hurt; the river bed is no place to rest-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!” Not letting its startled reaction to their scream go wasted, (Name) launched forward between its tails, swimming blindly as their bleary mind struggled to make up from down this early in the morning- resulting in slamming straight into the river bed.

Well. That wasn’t exactly graceful. 

“I’m so sorry, I-I hadn’t meant to startle you- are you injured-? Wait don’t-!” Oh Wave-bringer below what was charging at them, they couldn’t see anything, their mind was too exhausted to see anything straight- what was it?!

“PLEASEDON’TEATMEIPROMISEYOUITASTEAWFULAAAAAAH!!!!” (Name) swam back into their boulder shelter, slipping between its arms and curling as much as they could as far back into the makeshift shelter as they could fit. This is it. This is where they die. Goodbye cruel world.

“Eat- Oh, so that’s why you- I’m very sorry if I gave you that impression, but I assure you I don’t eat people. They don’t taste particularly good- no no that was a joke! A joke!” The creature seemed more distressed as (Name) pushed further back into the shelter, not comforted one bit. The creature sighed, and swam up t the entrance, extending its hand forward gently.

“Let’s start over, please. My name is Sidon, Prince of the Zora people, and you are in my home-”
People? A-as in, more of you???”
“Yes, but I promise you, just like me, they don’t eat people. And honestly, I am sorry for scaring you, I just… hadn’t seen someone like you before so I was a bit tongue-tied at that time… Please, come out of the cave, I just wish to talk to you.”

Hmm… it sounded sincere… And upon closer exposure to it- his- hand, (Name) saw that whatever a ‘Zora’ was, it didn’t seem to have the skin of a shark… so maybe… maybe it wasn’t a shark.. person… And if it really did want to eat them, he could have done so so many times by now (daydreaming and swimming were going to be the death of them someday). 

“…How do I know I can trust you?”
“er… If at any point I scare you again, you are free to hit me and run- I will not chase you and will never bother you again.”
“…You swear this?”
“Yes. On my honor as Prince.”

….It’s not like they had a whole lot of better options… If anything else, if they died, at least it would be quicker than starving in a shelter as someone circled above waiting for them to starve to death. Hesitation wrecked their body, doing little to stop them from slowly edging to the exit of the shelter and even more slowly exiting it.

Getting a good first look at the crea- man before them, (Name) finally saw him beyond the terrifying teeth and head shape. Red, brighter than more fish in the sea, danced on his skin. Deep yellow eyes, metal necklace and a strange… poofy white thing on his person. And huge. Can’t forget his huge height.

All in all though, not *quite* as terrifying as they had first seen. Still, they kept their distance as this Sidon sized them up as well. 

The man had a very nice smile, (Name) had to admit that. Even if the teeth were still making sure they stayed a nice few meters away from him. 

“Oh. Sorry, I had not meant to gawk but… I’ve never seen anyone quite like you before. Who are you, and what are you?”

“…(Name), Scholar of the North-sea merfolk clan. I’m a merfolk. A… pleasure to meet you. S-…Sorry for screaming.”

“Likewise (Name), and apology accepted.” Strange. Their name sounded… somehow warmer when they said it. Damn it, they really needed to get back, this isolation was not good for their soul at all. “If I may ask, what brings you to the Zora domain? The sea is weeks away.” 

“I assure you, I had no idea I was in anyone’s domain. I’ve been lost in these rivers for weeks trying to get back to the sea.”

“…You’ve been trying to get to the sea, and you wound up here?”
“…Yes..?”
“In the Zora Domain?”
“…Listen, if you’re going to sass me, at least use real life stuff to do it-”
“-You really are lost, the sea is in the exact opposite direction of us.”

… 

…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

“…Beg your pardon?”
“The Zora domain’s stronghold is a lake, not a few hours continuing this way in the river-”

-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

The sea, by river at least, is at least 2 weeks of navigating the rivers away.”
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

“…I…I….see…” Take a deep breath, (Name), deep breath. Aaaaaand try to figure out the right thing to say now to Prince Sidon, this awkward silence really isn’t helping in the “not crazy” argument more than likely going on in his head. “Thank you, for…clarifying that Your, uh…Your High-ness, is that the right-? Okay, good.” Awkwardly drummed their fingers against the sides of their tail, really unsure as to what to say. Half a month really had done no favours to their people skills at all. “Soooooooo…., I had best be getting on then. 2 weeks of swimming and all. Again, sorry for the whole ‘screaming my head off thing,’ won’t happen again-”

“Perhaps I can help you/So see you later/Oh sorry you go first/No, you/I-”
“Please. I gave you more than a difficult time earlier, and I can see this is something that distresses you. Allow me to make it up to you.”
“…What exactly did you have in mind?”

….

….

…. Looking back, maybe having an actual bed to sleep on and a water-proof map of all the rivers wasn’t as worth it as they had thought. Not that being surrounded by more Zora sharkpeople (minus the fin, what had happened to the fins, were they chopped off, what-) was bad, though it certainly didn’t help out a whole lot, what with their intense staring and all. It’s just…

Most people prefer to be surrounded by stuff they can actually move in, that’s all. 

“Allow me-”
“No no, I can do this, just give me a mom- A-HA! There we are!” It was wiggly, “standing”, as the prince put it, on their tail, but it was something. Even if it was faaaaaaar from dignified. “As you were saying, you said you believe your father can be of assistance to me?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! Father knows our rivers like the back of his hands. If anyone can find a fast route to the sea, he can. And he’ll no doubt want to know of our new neighbors in the sea.” 

“ ‘New”  is a strong word, but I can understand that-”Splash. 

“Surely you’ll let me help you, you can’t just move like this in these waters, they’re too shallow.” (Name) politely waved off the prince’s outstretched hand, wobbling back into an upright position. The shallow water forced them to, which was relatively demeaning, but with a bit more practice, they should be able to somewhat navigate it. 

“Help me how exactly? Don’t worry, I’m getting the hang of this “standing” stuff, it’s the uh… what’s that other word-”
“Walking.”
“Yes, that! Just give me a moment, I can figure this out-” Splash. “Just, one moment, so jumping didn’t work, what about” Splash “…If at first you don’t succeed, try try again.”Splash. “…About that help…” They did their best to feel no offense as the prince stifled a laugh at their clumsy attempts to walk with one tail. No doubt it did look rather silly. He knelt down towards them, his arms outstretched. 

“May I?”
“…Sure.. what exactly are you doiNG?!” From demeaning to just undignified, the little squeak at the end they gave at the sudden shift of position was just not respectable in any way. Nor was the way their arms tightly gripped ‘round Prince Sidon’t neck any way close to being ‘respectable,’ they hadn’t been held like this since before they learned how to swim. “…Guess that does solve the problem, even if the solution is rather… unorthodox.”

“Have you never been held like this?”
“I’ve never been fully above water, period. This is…strange, but nothing some time can’t help.”

Secure in his arms, (Name) finally had a chance to take it all in. Arcs high above, silver blending into the water and lit up by the brightly-colored people in its very inconveniently shallow waters. Were they an artist, they could argue it was objectively stunning. 

(Name) was in a whirl. Stunning sights all around, people with knowledge that back home they hadn’t even begin tapping in, incredible culture and people that were kind of terrifying but also so strange and new. And charming in the case of some particular individuals.

They looked up at their red rescuer, and couldn’t help but give a bit of a smile.

Maybe they would enjoy those extra two months after all.

So I read a post complaining about how fast Kara forgave Mon-El because it took her so long to forgive James and Winn about the Guardian thing…but they are two separate issues entirely.

Her anger towards James and Winn stemmed from her fear of them getting hurt and her feeling like they were being careless. They didn’t stop what they were doing, so it was about her accepting their choice to pursue something dangerous.

Her anger towards Mon-El was out of betrayal and a little bit of prejudice. She couldn’t see past her hurt to even consider why he didn’t tell the truth, and couldn’t see how far he’s come from that person he used to be. This was about recognizing and understanding, not necessarily accepting, his choice to hide something he was ashamed of, something he wanted to forget because he was afraid to lose her.

Huge difference. So no, I don’t think her forgiveness of Mon-El was rushed. I think it was excellent.

afirewiel  asked:

After thinking it through, I am convinced that Franck Churchill has some unaddressed resentment towards his father. His mother dies when he's very young and almost immediately after gets sent away. He's not even allowed to keep the name of Weston. Sure, they all thought it was for the best, but come on, there is no away a young child who is suddenly motherless won't feel abandoned by being sent away. I think that's why it took him so long to come to Highbury, and only then because Jane was there

I could certainly see there being some resentment, particularly when Frank is older and more able to comprehend these things, as he would have been scarcely more than two years old when he left his father, and therefore not likely to remember him much. The Churchills are never cruel to him–indeed, he seems to be quite spoiled as long as he dances enough attention on his aunt, and he does not seem to resist when he comes of age (at 21, this could not have been very long ago, at all,) and officially takes the surname Churchill. That could not have been forced upon him–and his affection for his aunt (complex and twisted and unhealthy a relationship as it is,) is what drives him to keep his engagement a secret, though it does hurt others and very nearly undoes his own happiness. Frank took the Churchill name of his own volition–though of course by then he’d been raised by the Churchills for as long as he can remember. He’s not quite violently stripped of his Weston identity, but no doubt it was eroded over the years.

The thing is, though, many young children were sent away from their parents ‘for their own good’, in those times–including Jane Austen being fostered out to a local family for her toddler years, and returned home when she was able to walk and talk. I’m not saying it didn’t have profound effects on some parent-child relationships continuing into adulthood, but Frank’s ways don’t seem to be actively malicious to me. He is selfish, as his aunt has been selfish, and he seems to more resent that he is always being at her beck and call. Everybody in Emma seems to accept that it is Mrs. Churchill’s petty power trips that seem to keep Frank from visiting his father, as well as the distance of Enscombe up in Yorkshire. The Churchills disowned Frank’s mother when she married Captain Weston, and the Westons’ marriage was, overall, not as happy as it could have been, as the first Mrs. Weston did have some active regrets of making her perhaps imprudent love-match, and their income while Mr. Weston was in the militia was always being exceeded. (Essentially, they were a tamer and more proper variation on Lydia and Wickham.)

So there’s Captain Weston, in active military service, widowed, with a young child, and suddenly the offer comes from the Churchills after having cut off all contact with him and his family to raise the child. Weston could not be unaware of how his poorer income had been a trial to his late wife, and no doubt this sense of guilt and what advantages might be offered to her son were strong enough to persuade him that it was quite for the best to let Frank go. He then decides to get out of the army and into trade, and by hard work for the next couple of decades, manages enough to purchase a very small estate and establishment as a gentleman–still nothing, by comparison, to what the Churchills have offered Frank and made him the heir to, but Mr. Weston must certainly have had the strong impression that he had nothing, himself, worthwhile to give his son–not even his fatherly affection, though Frank certainly has it, when he wishes it. Mr. Weston loved his first wife, and for her, it turned out, love was not enough. It’s no wonder that he allows Frank to be given a more comfortable and secure upbringing than he, himself could offer. He must feel he owes it to his son, and to the memory of his late wife, to let Frank mend the family rupture which their marriage caused, and have something of his rightful place among the Churchills.

Personally, I don’t blame Weston for what he did, given the position he was in, and the life he could have offered. Jane Austen’s own brother was adopted by childless relatives, and changed his name. There will always be emotional complexities to such things, but whatever motivates Frank Churchill as a grown man, he certainly shows himself more and more a selfish, manipulative Churchill than an open and generous Weston!

As Mr. Weston sees Frank in London every year, it’s not necessarily that Frank has never again interacted with his father, and by all accounts their relationship is quite friendly–it’s more that Highbury is snubbed as Frank never seems to settle on a proper ‘long’ visit which would take him away from his aunt for a lengthier period of time.

“Heeeey, after what, a year of going iconless, Peach finally decided to make icons for me!”

“I… don’t really know why it took her so long, actually, especially since my own daughter has more icons than I do, but… that’s not important! I’m just glad they exist now!”

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EP 12: Yuuri’s Exhibition Gala + the pair skating we all wished for

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While rummaging through a box he found in the attic, England uncovers some old photos, along with old memories.

(These took so long to make, I hope you guys like them! I was trying to put subtle stuff in the photos to try and tell a story, I’ve never done it before so it was good practice! I might end up writing something for this if I decide to stop being lazy.)

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An afternoon date~

and a bonus

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*wheezes* (Please click for better quality…!!)

Very late, but I wanted to get this dang thing finally over and done with ;A; For Day 4 of Voltron Week: Day Off/Vacation. The Paladins have some time off so Allura starts teaching them one of her favorite Altean pastimes: dancing! 

Meanwhile Coran… the little princess he took care of is not so little any more, and all these Altean dances bring back memories and it really hits them both that they are the last to pass on their traditions to others…sorry my thoughts got a bit heavy– also! First time drawing Coran!!