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@degenerate-era
We have officially reached the roaring 20s again. Time to bring back the Mafia.
@overlyanalyticaltrash @raakxbecomedeviant @askstephenstrange @thetruekingofeire @thetruelulukoorihara
Coming back to simply state that this aged like milk in midsummer…
Why Aren’t We Roleplaying?
Send me a symbol to say why we aren’t making sweet threads together!
● - You seem so busy …
○ - I ship our characters but I’m a little embarrassed about it
□ - I don’t have any thread ideas
■ - I have some ideas, but I’m scared you won’t like them
▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet
▼ - I don’t know if you like my muse
▶- I think you don’t like me …
◀- Let’s do an AU!
◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …
♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?
◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi
Send me one of the following for a journal entry from my muse.
♔ - An entry about a day my muse felt particularly good on, perhaps because they won something, learned something, met someone special, etc.
☢ - A day my muse felt incredibly bad on, because they let themself down in some respect (e.g. they failed at something they tried very hard for).
☤ - An entry my muse wrote on struggling with a physical or mental illness.
☠ - Mourning the loss of someone dear to them (either to death or other causes).
✈ - My muse has just moved houses, jobs, schools or is staying somewhere new for a while and describes how this makes them feel.
✉ - An angry message my muse wrote down after a heated argument with your muse. (Either directed at your muse or not.)
♒ - A conflict my muse had while dealing with their family, either resolved (and written in retrospect) or unresolved (and written in frustration of the event).
✂ - A message my muse wrote after not having written for a while, possibly because they lost the journal or because they have been busy with other things. (Feel free to include part of the previous entry for perspective.)
♋ - My muse writes about yours. Perhaps the first time they met, or an event that was particularly important to our muses’ relationship.
✆ - Someone read my muse’s journal and my muse rants about how that made them feel and whether they knew who it was and have confronted them etc.
Gimme a symbol and tell me which muse its for!
DOES ANYONE WANNA RP WITH ME? 😭😭😭
do your ever get excited to see certain mutuals in your notes like yes i pleased the Friend
Tag!!
Tagged by @overlyanalyticaltrash
L i n k
My baby, Sevens Arbor!!
Anyone o n ?
hey there LGBTQ kids who are also Christian/Jewish! If you feel like you’re disobeying God, questioning your faith, or feel wrong and dirty for loving who you love, there’s this fantastic site I found today called hoperemains that accurately and thoroughly combs through scripture and its (many) mistranslations, validates your orientation, and basically let’s you know that you’re not pissing off God. It’s insanely thorough and after reading through every page on the entire site it’s super helpful. Go check it out!
No no no! Jewish LGBTQ kinderlach! Go to Keshet!
hoperemains is completely from a Christian perspective, and not pluralistic or interfaith at all.
If you reblogged the first post from me please reblog this amendment so the Jewish peeps can access this resource too!
Trans Jewish kids, you can go to TransTorah as well!
Muslim LGBTQ kids, you can go to iamnotharaam! It’s run by a mod squad of different genders and orientations, and they take submissions from everybody!
–BB
MAY ANYONE WHO REBLOGS THIS BE ELEVATED TO THE EQUIVALENT OF SAINTHOOD IN THEIR RELIGION BLESS ALL OF YOU OH MY GOD.
REBLOGGING THIS AGAIN BECAUSE IT’S SO FREAKING IMPORTANT TO ME AND ALL MY FOLLOWERS TO READ THAT DEAL WITH GRIEF AND GUILT WHILE BEING LGBTQ AND RELIGIOUS
@smokeandrum
It had been a few weeks since the incident at the pier. Grisha had become overly careful about certain things from that point forwards. He stayed away if any fishermen were about, whether for sport or not, only giving a warning to the surrounding organisms if they were to be a trophy catch. Things slowly went back to normal after that, leaving the man getting ready for his shift and going into work that night. With a small sigh, Gris set to work reorganizing the bar and only keeping an eye out for customers.
The last few weeks had gone to hell for Noah, after he had sold the platinum Gris had given him things seemed to be going well, his grandmother had gotten her medicine and was recovering, he was able to pay sone of her bills and had a job interview, things couldnt be better, until the day of the interview. Noah had gotten off at the bus stop just down the road from where he worked and ended up being mugged by some thugs, they had taken everything he had on him and left him beaten and unconscious on the sidewalk, he ended up spending the last three days in the hospital, the bruises and stitches on his forehead visible. He was released just this morning and as much as he needed rest, he needed a drink more.
He walked into the first bar hed come to, as empty as it was he assumed he was the first customer of the night, good thats exactly what he needed. His eyes lit up as he made his way to the counter, he couldnt believe what he was seeing.
"Mermaid man!" He exclaimed loudly, seeing Gris behind the counter.
It took most of Grisha’s willpower not to jump a foot in the air. Luckily he didn’t. He fixed a blank stare at the man, “Barnacle Boy.” He said flatly. Grisha took in the damage that was still visible on Noah’s face. “You look like shit.” He said after a minute, taking a small rocks glass. He set in two stone cubes that came out of the freezer and filled it a quarter of the way with whiskey, took another look at Noah, and filled it the rest of the way.
@smokeandrum
It had been a few weeks since the incident at the pier. Grisha had become overly careful about certain things from that point forwards. He stayed away if any fishermen were about, whether for sport or not, only giving a warning to the surrounding organisms if they were to be a trophy catch. Things slowly went back to normal after that, leaving the man getting ready for his shift and going into work that night. With a small sigh, Gris set to work reorganizing the bar and only keeping an eye out for customers.
some aesthetic words for your fic title! (pt.1)
alexithymia (n) the inability to express your feelings
cosmogyral (adj): whirling around the universe
euneirophrenia (n): the peace of mind that comes from having pleasant dreams
scintila (n); a tiny, brilliant flash; a small thing; a barely visible trait
anagapesis(n): no longer have any feelings for one you once loved
mangata (n); the reflection of moon on water
serendipity (n); finding luck without even looking for it
selenophile (n) the person who loves the moon
nyctophilia (n); love for darkness or nght, finding relax and comfort in the darkness
drapetomania(n); an overwhelming urge to run away
gumusservi (n): moonlight shining on water
clinomania (n); the excessive desire to stay in your bed
basorexia (n); the overwhelming desire to kiss
solivagant (adj) wandering alone
sehnsucht (n): the inconsolable longing in the human heart for we know not what, a yearningfor far, familiar, non- earthy land one can identify as one’s home
redamancy (n); the act of loving one who loves you, a love returned in full
hireath (n); a home sickness to a home which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was, the nostalgia, the yearning, the grieve for the lost places of your past
alamort (adj) : half- dead of exhaustion
viridity (adj): naive innocent
numinous (adj): describing an experience which makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted, the powerful personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired
same energy
(also they have the exact same face im)
Be nosy
1. What’s your sexual orientation?
2. What are you obsessed with right now?
3. Ever done any drugs?
4. What piercings do you want?
5. How many people have you kissed?
6. Describe your dream home.
7. Who are you jealous of?
8. What’s your favorite show to binge?
9. Do you watch porn?
10. Do you have a secret sideblog?
11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?
12. What’s one of your fantasies?
13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?
14. How would you spend a million dollars?
15. Are you in a relationship?
16. Do you follow porn blogs?
17. Are you angry with anyone right now?
18. What tattoos do you want?
19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?
20. What is something you’re obsessed with?
21. Describe your best friend.
22. Tag someone you think is hot.
23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?
24. What are three places you want to travel?
25. Describe your perfect Friday night.
26. What’s your favorite season?
27. What’s your pet peeve?
28. Who is the funniest person you know?
29. What’s the most overrated movie?
30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.
31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?
32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?
33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?
34. What’s your coffee order?
35. Do you have a crush on anyone?
36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?
37. Have any tattoos?
38. Do you drink?
39. Are you a virgin?
40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?
41. How many followers do you have?
42. Describe the hottest person you know.
43. What’s your guilty pleasure?
44. Do you read erotica?
45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?
46. How many people do you follow?
47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?
48. Describe your ideal partner.
49. Who do you text the most?
50. What’s your favorite kind of weather?
pleasee
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Noah's cheeks tinted red, mermaid or not Grisha was very attractive the sight of him made- he quickly shook his thoughts away and cleared his throat sighed as well. "I'm sorry they did that to you and your people, I cant promise you all humans are good, most are completely disgusting and evil....but I can promise you this, you and your wont get any harm or mistreatment from me." He truly meant it, it pissed him off to no end that someone could hurt Grisha and his loved ones like that, he knew people were cruel but it didnt excuse their actions.
@degenerate-era
Grisha tilted his head. “You’re very intrigueing.” He said softly, “Very strange for a human.” He gave a small sigh and made his way back to the edge of the boat. “I look forwards to possibly meeting you again.” The man tilted his head to the side, “And please don’t forget to collect those. I do hate when my scales go to waste.”
Noah chuckles and mimics Grisha's head tilt. "Intriguing and strange? Ive been called strange but not intriguing before."
He watched as Grisha walked away, now more curious about this man then he was before. "Id like that, and thank you, you just saved my grandma's life."
Grisha gave a light smile and waved his hand dismissively. “Like I said, there are other ways to get things done.” Sighing quietly, he stepped out onto the back end of the boat, “See you around then Noah.” And with that he was gone, down beneath the calm waters.
Noah's cheeks tinted red, mermaid or not Grisha was very attractive the sight of him made- he quickly shook his thoughts away and cleared his throat sighed as well. "I'm sorry they did that to you and your people, I cant promise you all humans are good, most are completely disgusting and evil....but I can promise you this, you and your wont get any harm or mistreatment from me." He truly meant it, it pissed him off to no end that someone could hurt Grisha and his loved ones like that, he knew people were cruel but it didnt excuse their actions.
@degenerate-era
Grisha tilted his head. “You’re very intrigueing.” He said softly, “Very strange for a human.” He gave a small sigh and made his way back to the edge of the boat. “I look forwards to possibly meeting you again.” The man tilted his head to the side, “And please don’t forget to collect those. I do hate when my scales go to waste.”
Something New
@adhdnightmare
Spring nights sat like the souring taste of an old candy upon Grisha’s tongue. Overlooking the vast expanse of water before him, nothing could stop him from remembering the fateful day his mother died. It was the day everything changed. He threw himself into the observation of the life that surrounded the North Sea and beyond. A world teeming with new discoveries, fascinating creatures, and pain. So much pain. A small, almost miniscule sigh left the siren as he turned away from the railing of the docks. The ground was wet from earlier rain, reflecting the orangey glow of the street lights. The fresh smell of soil permeated the air as only splotches of darkness could be seen in the sky as the clouds dispersed. A treasure trove of stars blinked awake tiredly as they were uncovered and exposed to the brightness of the world below. A world bright yet teeming with darkness… Shaking off his earlier stupor, Grisha took his first steps back down the road. “Tch…” the mans lips fought to keep from curling back in disgust as he plucked a crushed cup and straw from the ground, inches from the nearest trash can. “Disgusting.” The words were nearly a growl as he tossed them in and walked away. His steps echoed, small splashes accompanying them every so often. His trek home was almost complete when he felt something collide into him. Gris had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t realized that he wasn’t alone. The 6’3” man turned his gaze down and offered an amicable smile, “Pardon.” He said politely, with the intent on continuing his walk home.
'Was that Russian?' Noah pondered to himself, he knelt down to be closer to the diver or merman, he wasnt sure what to call him. "Are you talking about the fish? Was I taking your babies or something?"
Grisha scoffed. “You really know nothing do you.” He spat, “It’s everything you humans do. I know a trophy hunter when I see one. Anyone else would have given up at least half of an hour ago.” He glared at the man. “But you just kept persisting didn’t you?” Gris bared his teeth slightly, a few of them rather sharp for a human being. “You’re all the same. No regard for anything but yourselves.”
"Dang your an angry little thing. Just,' Noah put a hand up, 'Calm down, let me explain, I get where you would think I'm a trophy fisher, and maybe I kinda am, but I'm doing it for a good cause."
He had to be going crazy, he was talking to a merman, a real life merman for crying out loud, he had to be hallucinating, this couldnt be real but his heart said otherwise.
"I lost my job a few months back and havent been able to find any work until today, a man said hed pay top dollar for a certain type of fish, and would pay for any extra I brought in. I need the money, my grandma is sick and I cant afford the medicine, shes taken care of me on her own ever since my mom left when I was 4, I cant just neglect her and let her suffer."
Grisha was quiet and kept glaring before letting out a small sigh of frustration. “You realise there are thousands more valuable things that reside in the waters right? Foraging yields more wealth than hunting and killing fish that have no nutritional value. Ones that, mind you, are topically poisonous.” He gave the man a pointed look, still not completely dropping his glare.
"Yeah but not in the time frame I need it to be in, I need that money tonight if I'm going to have a chance at getting her back to good health I dont have time to forage, shes really bad mermaid man."
Noah stiffen as he heard loud voices, tipsy and giddy yell his name, he jerked his head up to see who called for him.
"Looks like hes here for his merchandise, shit and I'm empty handed.....I dont have time to untie you." Noah had to think fast, if they saw the mermaid God only knows what would happen to the poor guy, he picked Gris up quickly and hopped into the nearest docked boat, setting him down near some boxes he quickly covered him with a tarp.
"Dont move, just stay here." He climbed out of the boat after making sure the mermaid was secure and was instantly greeted by the two men walking towards him.
"Ah there he is! The little Noah that could, wheres my fish at? Or did you back out on me?" The man asked whilst slurring his voice, obviously drunk, his buddy behind him staring off into space. Noah rolled his eyes at the comment deciding to ignore the little joke everyone was so happy to tease him about.
"Uh well no I dont have the fish but-"
"Listen here you little shit," The mans demeanor changed from happy and giddy to angry, he grabbed Noah by the collar amd pulled him close, pressing a knife to the base of his throat, "youve borrowed and borrowed and /borrowed/ money from me and I'm getting pissed." The man seethed, pressing his knife harder against Noah's throat. "So either pay up, or you can pay with your dead body.
"Thats because I think I have something you'll like even better, more worthy amd rare then just a local fish,' he chuckles nervously, "Just uh wait here and I'll go get it off the boat."
The man let him go watching him intently to make sure he didnt try and run off. Noah jumped back down into the boat, and walked back toward Gris, glad to see he was still there, he really didnt want to do this, but if he didnt he wouldnt live to see morning, he then grabbed a backpack he had left behind a few days earlier, thankful it was still there, and sighed as pulled out some old jewelry of his great grandmothers, a family heirloom that's been passed down for an odd number of generations, he was hoping he would never have to resort to selling these, his grandma loved them, but at this point he had no choice, he was sure his grandmother would rather him be alive anyway.
"Sigh I hate to do this." He climbed back out of the boat, giving the man the jewelry.
"Their antique, you can fetch an amazingly good price if you show it to the right person, as many people as you know that should be really easy. I mean better then a slimy old fish right?"
"Yeah, yeah. Were even for now, but you better work on getting me the rest of what you owe me, got it tiny?" He slapped Noah's back hard and he and his buddy took off, once they were out of sight Noah rushed back to Gris, pulling the tarp back, hoping he was alright, not sure if he could survive without being in water or not.
Gris had a knee pulled up to his chest, his elbow resting on it and his chin in his hand. He didn’t look very amused. On the ground around him was a smattering of iridescent scales, a side effect of when he can go back to being human. Unfortunately for the young man he’d just met, he was also stark naked. “Friend’s of yours?” He questioned, tilting his head. He indeed felt bad for the position he’d stuck the young man in, but he was shocked that he hadn’t handed the merman over. Especially given his line if words.
Noahs eye went wide as dinner plates. "Oh my god are you alright?! Tell me thats just shed or or molt or something and that your not hurt right?" He grabbed at the rope, taking a pocket knife and cutting the net to get him out.
There was no real reaction from Grisha. He simply picked up one of the shedded scales and regarded it curiously. After a moment, he stood and held it out to the man. “They turn into platinum when they shed.” He said, “Take them and sell them or whatever you need to.” Grisha tilted his head. “What was your name?”
Noah stuttered for a few moments, how was he so calm after everything that had happened? Even if it wasnt showing Noah's heart was racing a mile a minute.
"What? Platinum? How? And how are you a mermaid? Those only exist in fairy tales....right? I....i....." He was at a loss for words, it felt his world had been turned upside down. "I'm Noah.....whats yours?." Was the only other thing he could think to say.
“I’m Grisha. They’re platinum because of who I am, that being the one in line for my fathers position.” He scoffed quietly. “And we only ‘exist in fairytales’ now because want you to. You started experimenting on our kind and it became dangerous for us to stay. So we faded into nothingness.” He crossed his arms slightly. “Besides, humans tend to get into fights over the most insignificant things. We didn’t need to be subjected to that.”
"Woah woah." Noah raised his arms in protest. "What's all this 'you' stuff? I dont kill anything, human, animal, or mermaid, er man, eh what you are, unless its necessary. So are meaning humans in general?" Noah happen to glance down as he was talking, quickly looking away he grabbed his backpack again and took out a beach towel for Grisha to cover himself with.
Grisha didn’t seem to react much to the towel either, but noted the mans discomfort and fixed it around his waist with an exasperated sigh. “Clearly.” He said flatly, crossing his arms with a light frown.
