a vibrant and beautiful creature, Arian mermaids reside in shallow, brackish water such as lagoons, sometimes playing tricks on nearby humans or even drawing ships to their doom with siren calls, their tails are a deep, blood red, marked with unclean, black stripes and fins that unfurl like fans at the end of their tail and its sides, as sharp and dangerous as their teeth, delicate webbing between their fingers
these laid back beauties stick to mangroves and slow moving water, they decorate their bodies with the wonders of the sea: pearls, shells, and even the ocean life itself, allowing starfish to stick to their tails, they avoid others but will save many sailors from drowning, their scales are as golden as the sun, their fins strong yet tapered delicately
these mermaids are often found in the middle of the sea, playing with dolphins or even whales, they often tease sailors and flirt with them relentlessly, their tails are particularly long and strong, scales so small they are indistinct though they creep up Gemini's stomach, their fins are awe inspiring shaped like wings at their back and trailing in a swirl behind them, a radiant blue and white like the surf
these mer make their homes in coral reefs, curled up with eels and using clams as pillows, they protect the reefs from boats and fishermen, they hoard pearls and all other treasure they find, their skin and scales are almost translucent, resembling mother of pearl, and emit a soft light similar to the moon, yet their scales are hard like shell and their nails and teeth must be sharp to defend themselves and the reef
these mermaids are brazen, they often approach populated beaches, drawn by the laughter of the children they love to play with and often save from drowning, they decorate themselves with the treasures of the sea, braiding pearls and shells into their hair, wrapping beautiful plants around their waists, their tails are like sunlight, their eyes sharp and golden, and their fins almost heart-shaped
these reclusive mermaids live in freshwater rivers where they hunt fish and play in the current, they clean the rivers of trash and help animals survive, algae creeps up their tails and their skin is splattered with markings similar to the pebbled riverbed, their tails are almost rough like an alligator's back and this skin creeps up their spines as well, colored a similar dark green
more siren than mer, these gorgeous beings often steal sailors away, seducing them with first their elegant voices and then their eyes as bright as the sky, they don't realize that they are harming the sailors, only taking them to a better place, Libran mermaids are like wisps of mist, airy and light, tails shiny and a gentle blue, fins delicate and wispy
no human has ever seen a Scorpio mermaid, they remain deep beneath the sea where few have ever reached, where no light touches, reclusive and secretive, their scales are as dark as the night but their skin is patterned with intricate swirls which emit a hazy, purple glow just as their eyes do, their tails are as lithe as an eel and finned in a similar manner
who knows where you will spot this mermaid, they travel all over the world, from freshwater to the deepest depths of the ocean, constantly exploring and seeking out other mermaids and people alike, their scales are scattered across their body, the color of the sunrise, and their fins are a brilliant fan, ombre and almost ruffled as it creeps up their tail in layers
reclusive and quiet, these mer stay in deep water, very rarely coming to the surface, they are predators but do not attack humans as other mermaids do because they wish to be left alone, their tail is not scaled, rather more similar to a shark's flesh, a deep color that wavers between purple and blue, their fins hard and sharp, all lean muscle and dark eyes
these mermaids often hang around heavily populated beaches and even ports, curious about human beings and their technology, they often make friends with humans and visit them regularly, when not amongst humans they are exploring the ocean, their tales are a deep, regal purple, their hair long and tangled, a very similar color, and they decorate their bodies with strange items they find in the water
these little mermaids are mostly reclusive but very curious about humans, they live in lagoons or among the mangroves, quiet and never imposing, they keep the animals safe and use their magic to keep the water clean, their scales are a deep magenta that glimmers in the light, fins as long as their hair, at their jaw rests a pair of fan-like fins that they use to scare away predators
The Innsmouth Look, as described by H.P.Lovecraft:
“There certainly is a strange kind of streak in the Innsmouth folks today—I don’t know how to explain it, but it sort of makes you crawl. You’ll notice a little in Sargent if you take his bus. Some of ’em have queer narrow heads with flat noses and bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to shut, and their skin ain’t quite right. Rough and scabby, and the sides of their necks are all shrivelled or creased up. Get bald, too, very young. The older fellows look the worst—fact is, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a very old chap of that kind. Guess they must die of looking in the glass!“ -some racist old dude
“When the driver came out of the store I looked at him more carefully and tried to determine the source of my evil impression. He was a thin, stoop-shouldered man not much under six feet tall, dressed in shabby blue civilian clothes and wearing a frayed grey golf cap. His age was perhaps thirty-five, but the odd, deep creases in the sides of his neck made him seem older when one did not study his dull, expressionless face. He had a narrow head, bulging, watery blue eyes that seemed never to wink, a flat nose, a receding forehead and chin, and singularly undeveloped ears. His long, thick lip and coarse-pored, greyish cheeks seemed almost beardless except for some sparse yellow hairs that straggled and curled in irregular patches; and in places the surface seemed queerly irregular, as if peeling from some cutaneous disease. His hands were large and heavily veined, and had a very unusual greyish-blue tinge. The fingers were strikingly short in proportion to the rest of the structure, and seemed to have a tendency to curl closely into the huge palm. As he walked toward the bus I observed his peculiarly shambling gait and saw that his feet were inordinately immense. The more I studied them the more I wondered how he could buy any shoes to fit them… As I looked at him I saw that the back of his head was almost as hairless as his face, having only a few straggling yellow strands upon a grey scabrous surface.“ -the racist protagonist of the story
Now, take a look at:
Narrow head: impossible to determine due to art style
Flat nose: ✔️
Bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to blink: ✔️
Scaly skin: ❌
Thin, stoop-shouldered: ✔️
Dull, expressionless face:
Underdeveloped ears: impossible to determine due to mysterious hair
Large hands, tendency for fingers to curl toward palm:
Bald/patchy, scraggly hair: ❌❌
Now, it’s well known that the Innsmouth look develops over the course of a person’s life, with young children looking entirely human and adults showing the full list of features and then becoming full Deep Ones. So let’s look at the family:
Youngest daughter, totally human within standard anime margins. Younger brother, slightly less froggy than Tsuyu. Mother, extremely froggy except for the hair (might have quirk similar to her daughter, or might wear a wig), conceals her webbed fingers and claws with adorable long sleeved sweater. Father, literally just a deep one in slacks and tie.
Tsu-chan is not in fact a human with the [frog-form] quirk. Rather, she is a deep one (or rather hybrid), with the [mysterious hair] quirk. Following the appearance of quirks in the majority of the human population, the deep ones were no longer confined to isolated fishing villages out of fear of oppression under humanity, because even their oldest and most developed representatives could suddenly pass as humans with a Quirk. Tsuyu grew up in a world where humans and fish fiends could live together in peace all around the world, and vowed to protect it as a hero so that her people would never again suffer the horrors she’s heard in her parents’ stories (like the massacre at Devil’s Reef). And since a good hero never reveals all of her tricks, she has progressed thus far using only the natural abilities she inherited from Mother Hydra and Father Dagon; the true powers of her [Mysterious Hair] remain concealed.
Hello! I love your writing style so I thought I’d donate! How about MC asking the RFA + the minor trio to marry her? With all that getting on one knee and giving them a proposal ring jazz. Bless u.:)
Thanks so much! I actually did the minor trio proposing to MC awhile ago here, so here’s the rest of the RFA!
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His mother puts the idea in his head, asking him when he’s
finally going to propose to that lovely person he’s been seeing for so long.
Yoosung swallows, nervous – it’s not that he doesn’t’ want to marry you. In
fact, he’s looking forward to it, and often daydreams about having a happily
married existence like his own parents share. But… he’s just…
Worried. He’s scared that he won’t be the right kind of guy
for you, and he’s worried that you’ve changed your mind and don’t love him as
much as he loves you.
So he frets. He asks his mom about how his father proposed,
he asks his LOLOL friends how they proposed – hell, he asks V how he proposed, being so desperate to get
input that he’ll put aside his own feelings for the man.
He gets a variety of answers, files them away, and keeps
When he takes you out to romantic movies, he watches your
reaction to the lovey-dovey scenes carefully, taking inspiration from what you say about how the characters handle their own proposals. He reads books, he browses
forum threads… and he thinks and overthinks the matter, trying to figure out
how to best ask for your hand.
Yoosung gets the ring while he’s STILL not sure how to
propose to you, and as he’s walking home from the store, he gets a panicked
call on his cell.
You’ve found a baby bird and it’s broken it’s WING and
YOOSUNG HELP you DON’T’ WANT IT TO DIE, PLEASE COME QUICKLY.
(you’re crying, and so he runs.)
Using his veterinarian skills, Yoosung helps you save the
bird’s life, and you’re just so… happy and thankful and you hug him, telling
him that he’s the best, and Yoosung falls in love with you all over again.
You’re so kind! You’re so gentle! You’re so loving!
You’re so kind to everyone, even the smallest of animals,
and on complete impulse, he gets on one knee and busts out his newly acquired
It’s poorly thought out. It’s spur-of-the-moment. But he’ll never
forget the way you light up and hug him, saying “yes!” over and over.
The two of you laugh about it afterwards, and decide that was probably the most memorable way it could have happened.
Zen knows you are completely and entirely perfect and,
therefore, he knows that his proposal to you needs to be completely and
entirely perfect in return. How he achieves this Holy Grail of Marital Intent,
though, is a matter of some internal debate.
He considers going to stereotypical route of wining and
dining you, but that’s a.) not really very him and b.) he can’t think of any
restaurant that matches up to the vivacity that is you. Besides, he’s not really on-the-ball on the whole… restaurant
scene, being that he’s a loser who can barely keep anything more than beer in
He also considers surprising you on a date, like – at the
zoo, or the aquarium. Or maybe on television in front of thousands during one
of his on-screen appearances? But then it’s pointed out to him that, oops, a
public proposal basically pressures you into saying yes, doesn’t it? And, if
you do say no, it’d open you up to
the onslaught of thousands of his angry fans.
No. He wants this to be between you and him, where you make
a decision about your future that he’ll respect and appreciate either way… so
he thinks more, and decides to go back to the roots of your early relationship.
He decides to take you stargazing.
Zen parks his motorcycle in front of your apartment one
night, furiously texting you and begging you to come outside for an impromptu
date. He already kind of checked to make sure you didn’t have anything planned,
but he’s still over the moon when you a.) don’t get mad he rolled up the street
at 11PM and b.) he hadn’t given you any notice.
(he thought it would be more romantic like that.)
You come outside to find him with a picnic basket strapped
to the back of his motorcycle and a big smile on his face, and shaking your head,
you get on behind him and let him take you on whatever wacky adventure he has
He takes you up to your special place in the mountains, his
jacket protecting your body from the cold and his back shielding your face. You
have your arms around him, and you’ve never felt someone’s warmth as intently
as in that moment.
The basket is full of all of your favorite foods, no matter
how ‘dumb’ and ‘unromantic’ they are. Do you get all of your nutritional
content from potato chips? That is ok, Zen has packed all the best flavors.
There’s also a blanket, which he spreads out for you, and you lie back and look
at the perfectly clear, beautifully expansive sky.
You and Zen talk for awhile, pointing out constellations and
making your own, when he gets quiet and reaches into his pocket for something.
He starts talking about how big the world is, and how happy he found you –
you’re like his north star in the darkness of the night. And then he turns on
his side, opening the box and looking at you with complete and total sincerity.
Will you marry him?
He asks, with only the chirping crickets and the sound of the wind for company.
Of course you say yes. How could you not? And when you put
the diamond on your finger, you reach out to touch the sky, and admire how the
stone looks like one of those stars glimmering above.
Jaehee takes you to the aquarium.
It’s an atypical spot, which makes since given that she’s an
atypical woman. You’re kind of expecting that Jaehee is going to pop the
question sometime soon, as she’s been asking about your feelings regarding the
future, settling down, etc, but when she invites you out that cool, rainy
Saturday, you don’t really expect it’s going to happen then.
She does it near the end of the day, after she’s taken you to
the dolphin show and endured you stopping at every exhibit and pointing out
which fish represented which members of the RFA. (She bust a gut laughing when
you said the flounder was Jumin.) You’ve already had lunch, and are thinking
about going when you stop in the shark room, which is more of a tunnel than a
room, really. The walls are completely made of glass and, all around you, you
can an awe-inspiring assortment of fish swimming around you (and above you!) in
a mysterious room lit by an ethereal blue glow.
You find an empty spot to stand, and you press your hands
against the glass, completely entranced. Jaehee watches your profile, and then
taps twice on your shoulder, sinking onto one knee when you look down at her.
She tells you, as she presents a ring to you in the dim
light, that her entire life… she’s felt like she’s been living in a fish-tank.
Confined, restrained, where she’s just been surviving
under people’s apathetic gazes. She’s never felt like she could explore. Never
felt like she could go on an adventure,
because her entire world was defined by walls of unbreakable glass.
…Until she met you.
Now she believes in things. Now she dreams. Now she smiles,
laughs, and no longer feels like she’s just some specimen kept behind a cold, unfeeling wall. And – no matter what you say, yes or no – that knowledge will always stay
Will you… accompany her beyond the glass walls you’ve helped
her shatter? Together?
(In the flickering, wavering light, you smile as wide as the
sun and say, yes.)
It takes a little bit for Jumin to propose, and before he
does so, he takes you on a whirlwind tour of the globe using his private jet
and vast amounts of money.
You eat baguettes in France. You see the architecture of
Prague. He takes you on a tour of the castles of Scotland, and says that one
day, he’d like to build one for Elizabeth the III. You go see the mountains of
Iceland and the parks of Oslo, the beaches of Bermuda and see the sunset off the
coast of Fiji. You sip margaritas, daiquiris, and pina coladas, you go
horseback riding, you take pottery classes with Jumin and laugh as you make
You go to art exhibits. Concerts. You go to parties and meet
people, and you drag Jumin out on forest hikes in the dim, lonely woods. You
see snow, rain, sunshine, you go to street markets and film festivals – you even
go fishing with him and watch him pay a five-star chef to prepare what he
caught into a delectable dish for the local catlife.
The two of you go to Istanbul, a land famous for its large
population of street cats, and Jumin is content in a land that’s devoted to his
favorite feline friends.
And… at the end of it, on a quiet, deserted beach at the end
of the day, he pops the question.
He wanted you to see the world before he asked you to marry
him, because he doesn’t want you to ever feel confined when you’re with him. He
wanted you to know what’s out there
before you settled down, and now that you’ve gotten a taste of so much the
earth has to offer…
Do you want to stay with him still?
You say yes, saying that – while travelling was fun – it wouldn’t
have been half as amazing without him there by your side. Wanting to go feed
cats, falling off his horse, sharing food with him and laughing… The world’s
amazing, yes, but it’s twice as amazing when you get to experience it with him.
For once in his life, Jumin is chosen because he is him, and because he made your travels worthwhile… and he smiles, thanking God once
more that he got a chance to experience what life is like with you.
This man has an entire notebook full of ideas on how to
propose to you.
There are so many good options! In the climactic moment of an
epic laser-gun battle? Waved in the sky on the banner of a sport-class
airplane? Using a small army of drones? Via youtube video? Oh man, he could do
the classic “write it using the high-scores on an arcade machine”… but is that
too cliché, by this point?
He only gets one chance to propose, so he should make it th-
Who, exactly, said he had only one chance to propose?
(Seven sits down and begins to imagine the possibilities.)
He launches off the 2017 “War of Proposals” through a
singing telegram delivered by a man cosplaying as Starshine Nyah-Nyah (from
your favorite magical girl anime). Said war is a contest of strength, skill,
and one-uppmanship, where the both of you compete to give the other more
elaborate and unexpected proposals until one of you emerges the victor – and is
allowed to have the “canon” one true proposal.
HELL YES, you say, and begin to plot.
You propose to him at the pool, by getting a dance studio to
perform a choreographed routine in the water which ends up spelling out, “Please
He proposes to you in the movie theatre, where he rents out
adspace that he uses to play a video he’s constructed where he waxes eloquent
about how amazing you are.
You propose to him in the air and space museum, where you
drop out of one of the airplanes with an explosion of balloons and the words, “Seven,
will you marry me?” emblazoned on your face like war paint.
He proposes to you by paying a bunch of newbies in LOLOL to
die with their corpses spelling out “Will you spend your life with me?”
You continue to trade blows like this for an entire month.
Television, radio, the internet – everywhere, there are traces of your
continual war. It isn’t until he takes you on a trip to New York and then hacks
into the Time Square billboards to deliver his heartfelt and impassioned
request that he finally wins, because you cannot
think of a way to one-up that.
You do, however, help Seven evade the cops after that, which
he is content to call a “draw” in the end.
(The two of you were so busy plotting that neither actually
bought a ring, so you go to the jewelry store and chose matching ones
It’s true. In 1999, Bill Gates was found in Serbia, severely dehydrated and in fugue state during which he made 15 predictions which all came true. These semi-lucid predictions were, of course, all banal and easily predictable. However, due to his billionaire status, we have no other choice but to attribute these inevitable truths to his great intellect and wealth.
15. Bugs will be more intelligent than us and will run 67 out of the 68 most important universities - By 1999, a toddler could tell you that this was incredibly self-evident. Bugs have been advancing faster than humans for generations. It was a bug that invented math. A bug shot my uncle and acted as his own lawyer, securing his own innocence, and even I couldn’t deny his superior intellect. Harvard and Princeton are both run by a hivemind of vile roaches, whilst we humans regress back into beastly indolence.
14. IHOP and Waffle House will join together to make a single super restaurant - Yet another moronic and obvious prediction from Serf King, Bill. I could have told you this was going to happen in 1999, and I was a indolent child back then. Yes, IHOP and Waffle House are closing all of stores and combining together to build a single super restaurant in the Mojave desert that will be twenty stories high and stretch for six miles. This restaurant, which is set to employee 40,000 people, is being designed as to lock all breakfast behind a series of convoluted bureaucratic processes, tests, and forms. The average wait time for single pancake will go up to six months. I can’t say that we deserve any better.
13. Bones will become completely obsolete and will be replaced with a Plasticine type substance that is incredibly radioactive - I bet you predicted this yourself in 1999. I know you did. Don’t be coy. It’s a common fact that humans are born without bones. We are gelatinous creatures by nature and bones are something that just tends to happen to up after a certain age. I still remember the first day I woke up with bones. I screamed for hours at the unnatural stiffness that now dominated the structure of my body. I wanted to scream because of how limited my movements now were, but I got used to it. Like I got used to many things.
12. Clowns will be emancipated and a portion of Texas will be given to them - This was predicted much earlier by much smarter people than Bill Gates, but they were all poorer than him, so they don’t matter. It is well known that Donald Trump is set to emancipate the clowns. Finally, they’ve been given the freedom they deserve after 5694 year fight for equal rights. Mr. Trump even personally carved out an arbitrary section of Texas for them to inhabit in complete lawlessness. The only problem is that nobody can find the clown. They all but disappeared after emancipation. Where have they gone. I want them back.
11. The Subway food chain will be granted personhood and immediately take human form and with its new physical form it will commit the first murder - I kept telling people this would happen. It’s very obvious that this would happen and it did. Subway, after a grueling legal battle, obtained corporate personhood and materialized in human form as a naked crone who seemed older than time itself. It stumbled out of the court room screaming in some primitive Germanic language and pointed at a passing police officer who immediately dropped dead. This lead to another controversial trial in which people are debating whether or not Subway should get off free because its a corporation and naturally shouldn’t be held responsible for anything.
10. You will regret many things, but not hearing the words I’m speaking to you now - This one is very true. I do regret many things, but I don’t regret hearing what you’re saying to me now. I enjoy your input. I always do. I love and respect you.
9. Barbara Bush will be hidden in every person’s house - I don’t like to think about this one. Barbara Bush has always been a boundless being, and during her time as the first lady of the united states, she absolutely terrified me. I can still feel her sitting next to me now.
8. We will find an exact replica of Ocean County, New Jersey at the bottom of the ocean - This was known to us even before the creation of Ocean County. In fact, Ocean County was based on this underwater county where nobody lives, not even fish. No one who travels there has ever returned, so it’s odd to say how anyone found out about this place and how the terrestrial Ocean County was based on the marine Ocean County. But, it’s called Ocean County for a reason, I guess. I’m not picky about details.
7. The Halo 1 world record speedrun will finally be achieved, yet no one will be left alive to appreciate this feat - This one hasn’t happened yet, but it’s obvious it will happen so it’s being included on this list. But yes, this year the Halo 1 world record speedrun is finally going to be achieved, but we will all die before it happens. Some people say Halo 1 is just a game a that plays itself and is constantly improving itself until its in a state so absolutely perfect that in can be beaten in a split second. I think the game is improving itself by improving the world around it as well, and what’s more efficient than a world that has nothing on it. Just my opinion.
6. Microsoft will be founded - In 1999 there was no Microsoft, but everyone knew someone had to make a Microsoft eventually. Finally 2010 Microsoft was founded by famous rapper and politician, Pitbull. Alongside Microsoft, Pitbull also founded Xbox and developed the new game Halo 1 for the Xbox. Before Microsoft there was no computers and no internet, so of course there’s no record of anything happening before 2017.
5. The fate of the world will lie on your shoulders alone - I knew about this one, I told you about this one already. It’s your responsibility to decide the fate of the world. You have a choice: a world with free reggaeton concerts, or a would without free reggaeton concerts. Those are the only possible futures you can choose from. All other futures are null and presuppose the non-creation of the entity known as “Microsoft”.
4. iPad - Yes, Bill Gates predicted the iPad. So did everyone else, tbh. He’s not special. I had my preorder in for the iPad at the first of 1999 along with everyone else. Of course, Steven Jobs was still dead then, so no one knew who or what the iPad was, but when Steven became alive for a few brief moments to give a TEDTalk on the glories of the iPad, I think we all felt something special.
3. Someone will give a name to the flaming ball of stuff in the sky - I’m not sure if this one happened yet, but it’s obviously going to happen, everyone knows this. I don’t know what to call the flaming ball of stuff in the sky. I’m not even sure it’s real. I can only feel comfort when it’s gone and it’s dark out and I can’t see anything, but I know it’s not watching or judging me anymore. When it comes I try to find the darkest place possible and just not think about it.
2. Iceland will succeed from the earth, leaving a massive hole in the planet which will slowly suck all continents into it - Iceland has been wanting to Icelexit for a while, so this was very obviously seen coming from a mile away. Iceland always wanted to be more independent, and that it’s gone and perfectly free from global economic dogma and also existence in general, all continents are being pulled into the void that it left in its place. The earth is indeed collapsing in on itself and there may be no hope for the future.
1. There will be no more frogs - I didn’t want to think this one would come true, but I knew deep down it would happen. There are no more frogs. The concept of frogs is gone even. I can’t picture or even remember what a frog is. I just remember that I loved them so and that my entire world was dominated by their pristine goodness and beauty. With them gone, I don’t know where the future of world lies. I don’t think we have a future. I don’t think we have anything anymore.
In Finding Nemo, Nigel is a kind, friendly pelican voiced by … holy shit, Geoffrey Rush?! Captain Barbossa?! How?
Anyway, Nigel is good friends with some fish who live in the dentist’s office where Nemo ends up trapped. When he runs into Nemo’s dad (Marlin), Nigel agrees to help him bust Nemo out of the dentist jail instead of, you know, ripping him from fin to fin and eating him alive, like any other pelican would.
And while Marlin eventually reunites with Nemo, Nigel never learns the truth. Discounting a short cameo in the credits (which is probably not in continuity, since birds can’t breathe underwater), the last time we see Nigel he’s telling Marlin, “I’m so sorry.” It’s pretty clear that Nigel blames himself for the botched rescue attempt. He didn’t get there in time, and now a child is dead (remember – in this world, everything is a person). And it gets worse – as seen in the final scene of the movie, the rest of the fish at the dentist’s office also manage to escape. The next time Nigel returns to say hey to his friends, they’ll all be gone. As far as he knows, that satanic girl with the braces murdered every single one of them.
Anonymous : Reaction where y/n’s parents don’t approve of them?
Namjoon is sad. Family is really important to him. When things got really serious between you two, he wanted you to meet his mother and father almost immediately. It’s essential for him to respect and do whatever his family wants, so he expects the same from your family. Well, if his family accepts you, it’s not the same with yours. Your mother is really reluctant. It doesn’t matter how kind, polite and mature he acts when you’re all skyping together, your mama doesn’t like him. She thinks he’s cold, arrogant and just want to have fun with a foreigner. To top it all, he’s a rapper ! You had to send her his lyrics so she can actually see how poetic he is. It helped a bit, but she still doesn’t want you to date an idol. One day, Namjoon calls her and asks for a real conversation with both of your parents. He wants them to know him better, and learn to trust him. « I don’t care about fame, I don’t act like a thug and I try to do something important with my music. Y/N is my other half so she knows me. And if you know your daughter, you know how smart and intuitive she is. What we got is the most important thing in my life, and I’ll always fight for it. I just hope one day you’ll see me as family… »
The fact that your parents doesn’t approve your relationship upsets him. He understood them at first, knowing how difficult it can be to see beyond the idol, but it’s been months now and they still doesn’t like him. Taehyung feels really sad and does everything he can to be liked by your family. You know it’s important for him so you keep telling them how mature, kind, unique and honest he is. Taehyung can’t stand the fact that they think he just wants to have fun. He’s young but he loves you and can easily imagine you in a wedding dress. He always thinks about a way to convince your parents and sometimes, he’s way too dramatic… « Let’s all go to a trip to my childhood town ! I’ll show them my old house, where my grandma lived… We could walk along the fields, go fishing and spend the nights around the fire… They’ll see how I grew up, they’ll see how humble I am… » You pass your arms around his neck and smile, your voice kinda shaky « I wish they could see you the way I see you… And I’m sure this day will come soon. »
Jin sighs as he sits on the couch. You sit next to him and pass your hand on his shoulders, overwhelmed by his genuine sadness. You just had dinner with your parents who came to Seoul but it didn’t went like you wanted. Of course, your mom was amazed by his good manners and the way he took care of you during dinner, and she couldn’t stop telling him how beautiful he was (And that was embarrassing…). But your father was not really easy going. He kept asking about his career and projects when « all of this will be over in a few years ». If looks could kill, your eyes would’ve be the last thing your dad would’ve see. Now that you’re home, Jin can whine about everything he wants, and you let him unwind everything ‘till he’s tired enough. You stroke his cheek and smile « You’ve worked so hard baby, and tonight you worked even harder to impress my parents. I love you so much Jin, I’m so thankful to you. Let’s just forget them, okay ? I’m sure one day everything will be alright. Let’s enjoy each other first… »
Hobi is really sad since he has done everything to please them but your parents still doesn’t like him. They’re sure he’s gonna break your heart because of his busy schedule. Not to mention that he’s an idol so he must be full of lies just to please his fans. Tonight, Hoseok invited them to see BTS live for the first time and you’re praying all the Gods for your parents to open their eyes. During the show, you keep looking at them from the corner of your eye. As much as they want to hide it, they’re enjoying it. Your heart is filled with hope (hue hue, see what I did there?) as you guide them to the backstages. You jump to hug him, giving him kisses all over his tired face. You turn around to see what your parents are gonna say to him but they just thank Hoseok and wish you both good night. Hobi is simply discouraged, his jaw clenched hard as sadness invades him. As they begin to walk away, you shout « I can’t believe you ! Do you guys really have nothing to say about him ? Did you see him or did you even avoided him on stage ? » Your mother turn around, her finger on your father’s wrist. They share a look before they both look at hobi « You’re a talented young man… Please, give us some time. » They walk away but this time you don’t want to stop them. You feel Hobi’s arm around your neck and smile as he whispers « I love you Y/N… »
Yoongi knows this feeling too well. How could he blame your parents when his own family didn’t believe in him at first ? This situation brings back some dark memories. Even if you never give up on trying to convince them he’s honest and genuine, Yoongi doesn’t want you to insist. Maybe someday they’ll accept him ? Or maybe they’re right… Maybe he doesn’t deserves you. Yoongi tries to hide the fact that it breaks his heart but it’s getting harder when he sees how much you struggle. One day, as he’s searching for your earphones in your bedroom, he finds a letter with your handwriting on it. He sits on the bed and begins to read. Quickly, he finds it hard to read due to his teary eyes. It’s a letter for your parents. You tell them about him, how you fell in love with him, how he changed your life. You talk about his past, his struggles and the way he went from the darkest place to where he’s now. Your words are perfectly chosen and you don’t tell too much. Just enough to make him feel loved, understood and respected.
Jimin gets out the bathroom, shaking a towel on his wet hair. He knows you’re on the phone with your mother but something feels different. He gets closer to your bedroom and his heart stops when he hears your voice. You’re crying. Jimin wants to come in but it seems that you have a really important conversation with your mother. He hates when you’re upset but he doesn’t want to interrupt you. Without a sound, he leans on the wall and waits ‘till you’re done. Unfortunately, he hears everything. « How could you know if he’s able to protect me ? You don’t want to know him ! You avoid him every time he wants to say hi ! » You’re sobbing, your anger boiling in your veins. Jimin clenches his fists, feeling even more angry than you. He hates it when you’re in pain. « Well, thank you for worrying for nothing but I’m perfectly happy, mom. I’m in love, and I’m lucky enough to be loved back by this amazing man. If you don’t want to see the effect he has on your daughter, that’s fine. » You hang up and begin to cry even louder, head on your folded arms. Jimin gets on the bed and puts his arms around you, kissing your head. You look at him and cry even more when you see the tears in his eyes.
« I don’t understand… Did I do something wrong, babe ? » Jungkook is really shocked when you tell him about your parents’ disapproval. He has the right to be. Your parents have no real reasons to act the way they do. They keep warning you about his fame, his young age and all those girls around him. Actually, they don’t even know him, judging him just because he’s an idol. Jungkook wants to talk to them but he’s too nervous. He wants to tell them so many things but he’s afraid of getting too shy and ending not saying what he wants. « I want to tell them my story… Maybe if they know how much I’ve worked to be there… I want them to know I’m not a player. I fought for what I’ve got and I’ve fought for you. You’re my girl, I’m here to protect you, not to hurt you. If I tell them that maybe they’ll see I’m a good man… »
Grubbin and Charjabug are the early life stages of the seventh-gen beetle Vikavolt. While Vikavolt is a powerful electric cannon (which we’ll examine tomorrow), Grubbin has no electric power at all: not even an electric typing. How does this baby-bug grow into its electric powers? That’s what we’re here to examine today.
Grubbin is quite obviously a grub, the larvae stage of many beetles. Specifically, Vikavolt appears to be a stag beetle, with it’s large mandibles. Beetles, like butterflies, go through their lives in different stages: They hatch out of the egg as a larva, and then become pupa (the cocoon equivalent), before magnificently transforming, metamorphosing, or evolving into a full beetle.
Like caterpillars, beetle larva (grubs) eat a lot so they can grow quickly. Instead of leaves, stag grubs feed on rotting wood. Just like the pokédex says, their claw-like jaw mandibles let them scrape wood so they can eat it. They usually live underground, because the richest rotting wood is buried in the soil.
Charjabug, on the other hand, does not really resemble a grub or a beetle at all. Charjabug seems to be based on a caterpillar, the japanese Monema flavcesens, also known as the Denkimushi, which translates to “electric insect”.
These caterpillars are infamous for giving “electric shocks” when they are touched. In reality, there’s no electricity involved: they simply have a poisonous toxin, chemicals that happen to feel like an electric shock. They generate these chemicals from the food they eat, so it certainly seems a good fit for Charjabug…except considering Vikavolt, Charjabug must use actual electricity.
There is one bug that uses an electricity. It’s not a caterpillar, or a beetle. It is a wasp. The Oriental Hornet has mini solar panels embedded into its abdomen. Its yellow stripes collects energy from the sun and turns it into electricity, which the hornet stores like a battery.
Like Grubbin and Vikavolt, these bugs don’t develop this electric power until they reach their adult life stage. Speficially, the pigments in its exoskeleton are structured and layered to capture light, breaking sunlight apart into smaller rays which can be used to create electricity by knocking off electrons (see Heliolisk). These electric pigments has only ever been document in these hornets, but has been theorized in other bugs, from butterflies to beetles. This is probably the method Charjabug uses! Little cellular batteries, like an eel’s electrogenic cells (see Tyanmo) could be used to store the energy that Charjabug generates.
Grubbin is the larval stage of Vikavolt. It eats a lot so it can grow quickly. When pupating, Charjabug gains the ability to create electrical energy using a special pigment in its new exoskeleton.
Change pronouns and titles, adapt dialect accordingly. Especially suitable for royalty/fairy tale/period AUs.
A sapling cannot grow in the shadow of a mighty oak.
I was merely borrowing it!
Speak of this to no one and I shall be lenient.
A lady of breeding ought never to raise her voice any louder than the gentle hum of a whispering wind.
Do not speak unless you can improve the silence.
I was not shrill, I was resonant.
I very much doubt your style of resonance would be permitted in the royal court.
Darling, nothing is final until you’re dead and even then I’m sure God negotiates.
This is our home and I will not see it fall apart.
I trust you slept well.
Why don’t you sleep with the pigs, _____, if you insist on smelling like one.
Your appearance does reflect a certain crudeness, my dear. What can I do to make you try?
I do wish to please you. Sometimes I sit on my own and try to think of what else I could do, how I should act-
After all that I do, after all that I’ve done, it’s never enough.
Have you lost your marbles?
Do you know what the punishment is for servants to dress above their station? Five days in the stocks!
Me? Pretend to be a courtier? Prancing around like some nobleman, why I’ve never even been to the royal court, and neither have you.
They’ll never buy it, you are too sweet.
Now, don’t you dare laugh, I’m coming out.
Nobody will be looking at your feet.
Yards of fabric and I still feel naked.
If you’re going to be a noblewoman, you must play the part.
I suppose it’s because I lack conviction. You seem to have it in spades.
I demand that you release him at once, or I shall take this matter to the king.
— You ill-mannered tub of guts!
You dare raise your voice to a lady, sir?
A servant is not a thief your highness, and those who are cannot help themselves.
If you suffer your people to be ill-educated and their manners corrupted from infancy and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed to them, what else is to be concluded, sire, but that you first make thieves and then punish them?
Are you coy on purpose or do you honestly refuse to tell me your name?
I confess the plight of the everyday rustics bores me.
I gather you do not converse with many peasants.
Am I to understand that you find me arrogant?
Darling, he’s royalty, they’re born like that.
Well then I suppose the penalty for being wealthy is that you have to live with the rich.
Do you really think there’s only one perfect mate? Well, then how can you be certain to find them? And if you do find them are they really the one for you or do you only think they are and what happens if the person you’re supposed to be with never appears or she does, but you’re too distracted to notice.
And is everything just chance or were some things meant to be?
You cannot leave everything to fate, _____. She’s got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand.
You are trying to bait me with your snobbery.
I’m afraid,_____, that you are a walking contradiction and I find that rather fascinating.
You spout the ideals of a utopian society and yet you live the life of a courtier.
And you own all the land there is and yet you take no pride in working it. Is that not also a contradiction?
First I’m arrogant and now I have no pride, however do I manage that?
You have everything and still the world holds no joy and yet you insist on making fun of those who would see it for its possibilities.
Why do you like irritate me so?
Forgive me, your highness. I’ve lost track of the hour.
Your highness, what an unexpected surprise!
It is not fair sire, you have found my weakness but I have yet to learn yours.
In all my years of study, not one tutor demonstrated the passion you have shown me in the last two days.
You have more conviction in one memory than I have in my entire being.
Well this is terribly embarrassing.
Honestly, your highness, where’s your sense of adventure?
You would think I would know the way to my own castle.
And I still can’t believe that I’m down here while you’re up there and in your undergarments no less.
You will give me back my dress, sir!
I insist you return my things at once and since you deprive me of my escort I demand a horse as well.
You can have anything you can carry.
You are reading my thoughts, my lord.
To be so defined by your position, to never be seen as who you are but as what you are. You have no idea how insufferable that is.
They’re defined by their status just as your title defines you, yet it is not who they are.
You have been born to privilege and with that comes specific obligations.
I am sorry, my mouth has run away with me again.
Why you lazy little leech!
There was a bee.
I fear that I am not myself today.
I feel as if my skin is the only thing keeping me from going everywhere at once.
I cannot stay long but I had to see you. There is much to say.
I used to think that if I cared about anything I’d have to care about everything and I’d go stark raving mad.
Why did you have to be so wonderful?
Last night was the happiest night of my life.
Why it’s almost as absurd as a prince who spends his days with a servant that sleeps with pigs.
What bothers you more, _____, that I am common or that I am competition?
Yes, I shall go down in history as the man who opened a door!
We must get you ready for the ball!
A bird may love a fish, _____, but where would they live?
Do not address me so informal.
I was born to privilege and with that comes specific obligations.
I know that a life without love is no life at all.
And love without trust, what of that?
I am but a servant to my crown and I have made my decision. I will not yield!
Men are so fickle aren’t they?
Well my, my, my aren’t we feisty today?
Was there a time even in its smallest measurement, that you loved me at all?
How can anyone love a pebble in their shoe?
Oh, I do so hate to see you in irons. I’d remove them if only you’d promise not to run away again.
I belong to no one, least of all you.
I had a horse like you once. Magnificent creature. Stubborn just like you, willful to a fault, it too just needed to be broken in.
You will maintain your distance, sir.
Oh you didn’t say please.
I could hang you for this.
I do love your spirit.
My father was an expert swordsman, _____. He taught me well. Now hand me that key or I swear on his grave I will slit you from navel to nose.
I uh, I came to rescue you.
Perhaps you would be so kind as to help me find the owner of this rather remarkable shoe.
Choose your words wisely Madam, for they may be your last.
How dare you turn on me you little ingrate!
I’m only here for the food.
I want you to know that I will forget you after this moment and never think of you again. But you I am quite certain will think about me ever single day for the rest of your life.
How dare you speak to me that way, I’m of noble blood!
You sir, are supposed to be charming.
And we, princess, are supposed to live happily ever after.
What strikes me about literary snobs is that for all their pride about distinguishing themselves from the populace, they are often wannabes. You listen to a 2 hours rant about only reading the Classics, and then you discover they read 2 Classics a year. They love nonfiction, not like you peasants, and then the nonfiction they read is “TV guy talks about basic facts of Roman history”. They despise genre fiction because they say it lacks psychology, and then their idea of psychological novel is “Gone Girl”.