they came with sirens

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Even Underneath The Waves - leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)
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By Organization for Transformative Works

When the siren came to the merfolk clan in search of a temporary mate she knew she’d bear a daughter, a full-blooded siren, powerful and deadly. Instead she bore a son.

It was hard to be the son of a siren, a creature of suspicion in the eyes of his father’s people, and Steve soon left his father’s clan to wander the oceans alone. Alone, that is, until he found a human like he’d never seen. A human dressed all in black, surrounded by blood and death. A human whose heart’s desire, buried deep beneath an inhuman shell, was crying out not to kill.

Amazing! I loved the personal twist that the author gave to the mermaid trope. The specific mythology that they created was perfect for Steve and Bucky!

Teach an old bird new tricks

“Birdy wanna cracker?”

“Cracker!” The parrot on Victor’s arm squawked loudly and was promptly rewarded with said cracker. She crunched away, holding the treat in one claw as she chipped off pieces with her beak.

“She’s learned it, Yuuri, look!” Victor said excitedly. The siren giggled behind his hand.

“Cracker!”

Victor held out another, only to have it snatched away by one of the other birds swooping down to settle on his shoulder, the third landing on a nearby perch. 

“Cracker!”

“Cracker!”

“Cracker!”

Victor clasped his hands over his ears as the parrots declared their request.

“Cracker!”

The repeated squawks were deafening.

Yuuri stopped laughing. Victor’s heart-shaped smile dropped off his face entirely, twisting into horror.

“CRACKER!”

“For the love of everyone’s hearing, please teach your children another word,” Chris said, entirely unhelpful as he walked by and shoved more crackers into the parrots’ beaks to shut them up for all of thirty seconds.

Only thirty seconds.

i just unfollowed a lot of good blogs who unfortunately havent updated in a while so im gonna go on a following spree so like/reblog and ill check u out!~

Reblog if you like...

~Pierce the veil
~Bring me the horizon
~Motionless in white
~Real Friends
~We are the in crowd
~Being as an ocean
~Bless the fall
~La dispute
~Acres
~As it is
~Neck deep
~All time low
~The Amity affliction
~The 1975
~The word alive
~Sleeping with sirens
~Crown the empire
~MGK
~Chunk! No, captain chunk!
~Joel Faviere
~Imagine dragons
~American authors
~Of mice and men
~Escape the fate
~Falling in reverse
~Fall out boy
~I see stars
~A day to remember
~Get scared
~We came as romans
~Macklemore

my sexuality.

is it bad that I’m still not 100% sure what my sexuality is? like I’m more attracted to people for their personality but like I find their looks attractive but sometimes I wouldn’t see me dating them…? idk I’m just confused af rn and I’m trying to find myself thats why I’ve been so inactive..thanks for those of you who understand.

Jerome Valeska Imagine - He Takes You With Him

Originally posted by im-very-odd33

Originally posted by reversedbeat

Your P.O.V.

My heart felt like it could explode any minute. The bus smelled like gasoline and I knew that we could all die very soon. Our hands were cuffed into some chains so no one could leave this bus. The red head who was behind this all was walking closer to me. It was Jerome Valeska. He had killed his own mother. It was all around the news not so long ago.

It’s not like I cared about the girls in this bus. In fact, I hated them all. They had treated me like shit since I joined this team. I was more worried about my own life. He just tried to set this thing on fire but his lighter didn’t work. Now he wanted a lighter from us.

’I asked you something. Anyone got a light?’’ Jerome had to repeat himself a little angrily. The other girls cried and tried to tell him no. Then there was me. ‘’Yes’’ I managed to say with fear in my voice. Jerome turned to look at me just as the police sirens came closer. Only his eyes made a shiver run down my spine.

‘’Well well well look at you’’ He giggled and put his gun against my head. Oh shit. ‘’Give it to me’’ He demanded more seriously. That’s when I raised my hands to show him that they were still cuffed. Jerome sighed and rolled his eyes before he actually uncuffed me. Some of the girls were staring at me in disbelief. How could she do that? Is she fucking serious? I could almost read their minds by the looks on their faces.

‘’Now hand it over’’ Jerome reminded me, snapping me out of my thoughts. With trembling hands I grabbed my black bag. I emptied it and then scavenged through my stuff. Then I found it, my orange lighter I used to the few cigarettes I smoked when I was really stressed. ‘’Since you were so kind, I’ll take you with me’’ Jerome said and then laughed. My eyes widened and I felt sick.

I would go with him?

Jerome grabbed my arm and yanked me up. Me knees were shaky but I managed to walk. As we got out of the bus I saw police cars. The officers were hiding and pointing at the bus with their guns.A part of me wished that someone would save me but on the other hand, I wanted to go with Jerome as well. This made me feel so alive.

‘’Ha ha ha!’’ Jerome laughed even more. He enjoyed this so much. The police couldn’t shoot towards the bus because it could set on fire. ‘’Here loser, light ‘em up!’’ Jerome yelled and then threw the lighter to one of his friends. Before I could think of anything else, he started running towards a red truck. Of course I had to run as well since his grip on me was tight.

‘’Get in!’’ Jerome growled and literally pushed me inside. The driver hit the gas pedal Jerome was standing on the stairs and he looked at the cops. We escaped just like that.

I looked behind us and at the same second I saw the bus. Fire spread wildly and the entire thing was burning. Black thick smoke rose in the air and parts of the bus fell off already. A few seconds later the fire had done enough damage to make it explode.

I should cry, I should scream and beg for mercy. I should feel guilty. But I didn’t.

Jerome got inside now and he shut the door. It made me look away from the crime scene. ‘’Is it just me or does it smell like roasted beef in here?’’ Jerome cracked a joke. He probably thought that I’d be crying by now.

‘’A little’’ I replied quietly. The corners of my mouth curved into a smile. I was free. The people who hated me were gone forever. 

‘’Hmm looks like you aren’t as sane as I thought you were’’ Jerome snickered while playing with his gun. Maybe I was a little  insane, because it had been a long time since I was so happy the last time. Damn I was in a truck with criminals that broke out of Arkham and I felt free.

‘’I hope there’s a shower wherever we’re going because I smell like gasoline’’ I told Jerome and looked into his pretty eyes. He wasn’t so scary now. Yes I was scared in the bus because I thought I was going to die. But now I wasn’t. He seemed pretty cool.

‘’Oh trust me the shower is the fanciest you’ve ever seen. The place is like a palace’’ Jerome assured me which made me smile. ‘’Now would you want to tell me your name?’’ He asked me which reminded me of the reality of things. We didn’t even know each other. Let’s get started then.

‘’I’m Y/N’’

And just like that the story of chaos began..

The Hideout (Happy x Reader)

I wrote this earlier in the week and forgot about it. Here y’all go my lovelies <3

Word count: 5,346

WARNINGS: Language & Explicit Content (Smut) 

Playlist: Safari - Jidenna 

Originally posted by lolsthecat

Originally posted by canadaloveselena

There was only one rule at the Hideout; no problems. In order to step into the building, you had to leave all issues and affiliations at the door. The Hideout was common ground, an in-between, a meeting place. All gangs of every kind were welcome. On the condition that you didn’t bring your violence inside with you. Once you were outside the front doors, well – that was a whole other story.

~(xXx)~

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