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@denegocio
( HIATUS NOTICE. )
so i know i haven’t been on these past few days, but this is heads up that i probably won’t be on for another week or more due to family tragedy and personal issues. this of course goes for all my other blogs as well. sorry guys
mcrmaidscales:
* SHE’S CRAMPED IN THE MUCH TOO SMALL TANK. For the time being, to be shown like some grand prize, she is allowed to be without a tank lid. They want to show him what she can do as payment for something she’s unaware of. Ariel does know them to be BAD MEN, that much is obvious, but she listens in on their conversation with duct tape fastened over her mouth for their own protection.
❝ Her name is Ariel, ❞ Boston accent thick as he moves to stand beside the mermaid, fingers playing through fiery red hair before he nods for their resident snitch to be brought in, ❝ She’s a gift to solidify our arrangement. Watch. You’re really going to enjoy the show. ❞
Patting her head, he carefully pulls the tape from her mouth and steps back towards Nevada as Kevin’s older brother shoves the snitch towards the mermaid’s small enclosure. Quickly, she moves, predatory yet alluring with blue eyes focused wholly on the younger of the group, smile deceptive and the once struggling man is so easily lured towards her.
It’s with a splash that water is thrown every where as the mermaid lunges forward and takes his mouth against her own. The scream is muffled, muscles flex in her arms as she holds him close and bestows the mermaid’s kiss of death upon him, tongue and lips ripped from the younger man before he is cast in heap, his blood running down her chin as she swallows what was taken. Blood stained the water after a shark attack as she sinks back down beneath the water, content with a satiated belly.
❝ My wife – she gets a little jealous of her. And worries about the children around her. She’s quiet. Easy to keep. ❞
( @denegocio // plotted thread .
* HE WATCHES, FIRST WITH SKEPTICISM. He should be furious that Kevin had hauled in a tank half the size of his bedroom into his living room, furious even more at the half-human/half-fish freak inside the tank. Though there’s a part of him — the part he’s attempted to bury for many, many years now — that cringes at the sight of her imprisonment, but face remains steadfastly impassive. Nevada won’t have his men saying he’s gone soft.
But then the show begins and— oh. Green eyes widen, equal parts shock and impressed. He doesn’t care about the state of the man left with no lips or tongue. Snitches get what they get after all. But his eyes remain solely on the mermaid, who now seems as calm as if she didn’t just disfigure and eat a man. A slow smile begins to work its way across his face. Oh, yes. Nevada knew exactly what he would do with her.
❝ Gabby, ❞ he calls, and waits until his right-hand man is beside him, eyes still trained on the bloody mermaid. ❝ Get some more men and move her tank into my bedroom. ❞ His man leaves to get the men requested and Nevada turns to Kevin, finally tearing his gaze from the content beast.
❝ You said she was a gift? Then we have nothing more to discuss. Leave. ❞
datavampire:
Draco became alarmed when Nevada moved to touch him, on the outside the agent kept his cool but there was a small twitch of his hand that would have instinctively moved for his gun if he didn’t stop himself. The next ice-cold shower was coming right up, the mention of his name caught Draco off guard. No, he was not supposed to know that, no one was outside of the agency. He didn’t exist in the system by that name, not since that man ‘died’, way back, years before the Istanbul run.
An emotionless face met Nevada’s triumphant expression - that was only the surface, the agent could already sense the upcoming cold sweat covering his palms with a thin layer. Wherever this was going, it was miles away from ideal. Draco tilted his head to shot his fresh company a quick smile.
❝ Such a shame, m’lady. Perhaps another time. ❞ The words were followed by a vague gesture of his hand in Nevada’s direction. ❝ My… friend and I have something urgent to discuss. Urgent… or, one could say, killing matter. ❞ The glance he shot toward Nevada remained unnoticed because of the glasses but was just as foreshadowing. The fake smile died fast.
Nevada’s smile only widens at the woman’s parting, finding his jovial mood increasing at the two finally being left alone. Draco may have been for all intents and purposes a literal stick in the mud, but fucking with him always seemed to make the arms dealer’s day.
A nod of his head motions the other to follow his lead, out of the ballroom and through the hallway, past priceless artworks Nevada couldn’t care less about and into the first room on the left up a flight of stairs. How he knew his way so well in a building that wasn’t his was unknown, but he found himself in a large empty office. He makes his way to the large ornate chair behind the desk and sprawls out on it, as if her king. A permanent grin is on his face, keeping the facade of friendliness alive even when they’re alone.
❝ So, Matei — care to explain why you so rudely crashed my dear friend’s party? Because I know you weren’t invited. ❞ His smile grows, turning sadistic in the shadows of the office, and he folds his hands beneath his chin. ❝ Or are you here for another augmentation perhaps? ❞
I’LL EAT YOU UP I LOVE YOU SO.
severe trigger warning for rape, blood, violence, murder.
datavampire:
Even for someone like Draco it had taken a while to track a top dog like Nevada down. The name was known, well-known and feared but that didn’t mean he was easy to find. The his-kind-of-people had to be cautious and if it wasn’t for Draco’s augmentation he wouldn’t have been standing just across the room. The fucker was enjoying himself with a pretty woman melting into his arms, fooled by his charm, mesmerised by his gaze, the underlying danger. Draco humourlessly scoffed as he caught himself with such thoughts; he was not here to gather inspiration for a book, the agent was here to do business, sort of.
Fancy parties like this were a complete waste of time to Draco - or, better say, would have been if he couldn’t find himself a rather beneficial way to pass the time - two wallets rested inside his jacket and neither of them was his about ten minutes ago. Right now, well, that’s another case; things change. Since the agent was already stuck here for a while, he might as well just had his fun - ❝ Shall we?❞ Draco didn’t look, didn’t even see the face of who he asked but it didn’t matter, this all was just a part of getting Nevada’s attention which he shortly did; they just stepped on the parquette when the agent was spotted.
❝ You didn’t? I’m quite sure this is how you got in here. ❞ Two would play this game; an empty, humourless smile was flashed toward Nevada. He hated that tone, that smug, disgustingly shameless attitude. ❝ I wouldn’t be here if she knew about this. Lucky you, it’s just the two of us for now. Your brain will paint the marble tiles another day. ❞
The laugh that escapes him conceals the growing fury within. Oh, how easy it was to dish it out, Nevada, but could you take it when insults and your own words were thrown right back at you? No, of course not. The burden of a fragile ego was indeed sad.
A cursory glance over a broad shoulders shows the woman he’d previously been occupied with dancing with another man. The sluts here moved on fast, it seemed. When he turns back, he sees another woman on the arm of the agent. Correction: the sluts here moved fast, period.
Nevada may not have been the man of the hour of the party, but he sure as well was the most recognized. This was his party in everything but name and he wouldn’t have an insignificant man like Draco ruin it.
A large hand — soft and uncalloused from years of having hundreds of men do the dirty work for him, having only needed to dirty his hands in the beginning years of his empire — latches onto the bicep of the taller man. He brings his face in, as if for a kiss, only to turn at the last inch, lips beside the other man’s ear.
“Do you really wanna do this here and now? Out in the open, in front of all these people? I had pegged you a smarter man, Matei.” A shit-eating grin is on his face if his eyes are hard and cold. “Why don’t we talk about this somewhere more private.” It’s not a question.
* CLASSICAL MUSIC FILLS THE BALLROOM WITH LILTING STRING NOTES. the woman on nevada’s arm sways as he leads the dance step by precarious step. it isn’t until green eyes rise to stare at the entrance that he stops, another dancing pair bumping into the two and sending a glare their way. he knew that man. he was sure of it. the woman is abandoned — not without protest if the way she curses his name is any indication — and purposeful strides carry him to one agent draco.
“ well, well. didn’t know they let snakes in fancy places like this. ” a false grin, more a snarl, stretches across thin lips. “ don’t tell me the big bitch let you off her chain for once. ”
( ♔ ❛ @datavampire )
mcrmaidscales:
* SHE IS LEFT WITH THE FEELING OF BETRAYAL AS SHE WATCHES THE CAPTAIN RETREAT. She should of allowed the sea to claim him as her own, but it had been her curiosity that had brought her to his rescue. Certainly this ship was showing her the worst that humanity had to offer the world. To save someone only to be made a prisoner to be sold as some displayed creature upon a wall, to be stuck in some tank like a captured fish…
❝ I saved you, ❞ Ariel calls after the captain as she is forced on her feet, only to fall once again on wobbly legs. It’s the fabric of a given shirt that protects her from being seen in far too intimate of fashion in front of the men aboard the ship. It’s the grip of the first mate’s arms around her that lifts her up from the deck as she is pulled into his arms, her wrists bound with ropey material that keeps her in place.
❝ And this is what I get in return – sold like a caught fish? I should have let you drown, ❞ the wind blows through now dry crimson red hair, the sky darkens as storm clouds roll in, ❝ I won’t make that mistake again, Captain. ❞
* HE SEES THE DARKENING OF THE SKIES, THE INCREASING HOWL OF THE WIND. At first the superstitious part of him — the part that listened to his grandmother’s fables with rapt, unyielding attention — believes the growing storm is her doing. ( ‘ La furia de una sirena puede hacer muchas cosas, mijo. ’ ) He shakes off this foolish train of thought immediately. It was enough that mermaids exist, now to admit they control the weather? No. Not happening.
Nevada halts at the mermaid’s words, a chill going down his spin at his title spat out by a voice that was — from what little he’d heard before turning on her — so alluring. He stays still, thoughts racing. His grandmother would say he was damning himself, catching and holding a mermaid like a wild animal. But he was no longer a boy, no longer so easily swayed by fairy tales and folklore. They would proceed as planned.
“ Find a place for her, Gabby. I’m heading down to the hull. ” With his words, he descends the wooden stairs and leaves without a single glance back.
mcrmaidscales:
* HEAVY NET CLOSES AROUND LITHE BODY. Muscular tail splashes against the waves, water is flown everywhere in the near animal like frenzy the crimson haired mermaid displays as she pulls against her binds. It’s in ignorance that she believed a human would be grateful for not becoming fish food after the sea claimed him with a lungful of salt water.
The scales sparkle as she tries desperately to fight against the powerful net. The ropes are pulled tight as pirates do their very best to pull her from the water. Purple shells that had been left for modesty’s sake unhook and fall to the ocean floor, leaving her topless – as most mermaids prefer – but far more exposed than previously.
Finally, growing exhausted from her struggles, Ariel allows herself to be hoisted aboard the larger ship. But to Nevada’s disdain, her scales fell from around her legs leaving her to simply take on the appearance of a human female. Pale legs shown through as she remained laid out in the heavy netting, muscles trembled from previous struggle, but she remained stubborn and head strong as ever.
* A VICTORIOUS CHEER AT A SUCCESSFUL CATCH. It will take him longer to board the ship than it will the mermaid — what with all his crew heaving to pull her muscular body up — but he isn’t deterred. Excited that by the time he’s back on his ship, there will be a living, breathing mermaid to sell.
Only there isn’t a mermaid to sell.
His boots make a heavy sound when they hit the deck of the ship and he turns to the net with a smile larger than life. The smile is gone as soon as he lays eyes on the mermaid— no. The human. The very naked, very ... well, human human. The crew is silent as they watch their captain shut down, fearful of his legendary temper. Nevada, for his part, is completely silent, gaping like a fish at the ex-mermaid. No. This was wrong. She was a mermaid. He saw it, his whole crew saw it. So why—?
And then he remembers; a distant memory of a child sat on a grandmother’s lap, green eyes wide with awe as the old woman told tales of fish people who could walk among the land. Nevada probably should have paid more attention to those tales. Despite it being mere seconds, to the crew the long silence stretches on, until finally their captain speaks.
“ Get her out of there and tie her up. Whoever buys her will know what she is — keep her in a tank where she’ll grow her fins back. We’ll get our money. ” He turns without a second glance at the nude mermaid, anger overtaking any lust he would have normally felt at the sight of a beautiful woman.
The first mate — Gabby — steps up while the others cross themselves and pray before the sight of a demon supernatural creature. The net is replaced by rope around her wrists, and he hands her his shirt to cover herself.
mcrmaidscales:
* NOSE SCRUNCHES UP AT THE VERY THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS SOME KIND OF HELLISH BEAST . Ariel feels something akin to insult. Some mermaids had a tendency to drown men to eat on them in intervals, but she’d never give other merfolk that label of “demon”. It was simply nature and, if anything, she was the odd mermaid. One that saved drowning men instead of being responsible for the drowning was almost unheard of…
❝ I would have thought you’d be a little more nice since I did save your life. ❞
( @denegocio // starter call .
* TEETH GRIT AND LIPS BEAR DOWN INTO A SNARL — PRIDE WOUNDED. It was enough embarrassment that a captain falls from his own ship; but to have that same captain unable to save himself and need the assistance of a woman? He would never live down the talk and rumors his men would undoubtedly spread.
“ I don’t need a fucking fish to save me from drowning! ” Nevada proceeds to cough up lungfuls of water he would have drowned on. Struggling at first, aiming to elbow her in the face to dislodge himself. Then stops himself at the last minute; mind racing. He was just saved by a mermaid. Real with flesh and bone. How much would a mermaid go for on the black market, he wonders. How much would a collector of exotic species pay for a live mermaid?
ENOUGH.
Over his shoulder, he sees himself approaching his ship, sees Gabby and his men at the helm. Nevada motions to the nets hanging over the side of the ship. Gabby — blessed, genius Gabby — understands his captain’s intent from a single look. With all his strength, Nevada pulls from the mermaid’s grip. And at the same moment, the net falls to the ocean.
putting up a starter call til i finish making icons / drafts on my other blogs. so hit that ♡ if you want a starter !!
I come in here with a picture of two kids . . . . . . and you think I wanna buy a bag of fuckin chips?
Yo soy el hombre de negocio.
❝ Who am I? I am a girl who loves my island, I’m the girl who loves the sea; It calls me. I am everything I’ve learned and more; still it calls me. And the call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me. It’s like the tide; always falling and rising. I will carry you here in my heart you’ll remind me, that come what may, I know the way I am Moana!
[ ghost // halsey ]
He smiled and all I could think was ‘Oh shit’.
(via turtlehun)
lostsurviivor:
Her mind is singular set on thinking about making it to the first day of her job and about the pay check she could get. All thoughts of who or what this asshole could do never made a cross though her mind as she stared up at him all clad in black as if he were Johnny Cash sprang up from the dead.
“You heard me. You and your…pendejos,” she said, her thick Louisianan accent touching the Spanish that Ray had taught her, “are blocking my way through.”
The tension in the air is palpable, charged with it so heavily it feels like an explosion waiting to happen. His men fidget, Gabby even makes a move to give the girl a lesson in respect, when Nevada unbelievably laughs and all tension is extinguished. Shoulders shaking, he keeps from doubling over but only barely. Were the people passing them on the streets not so terrified of the man, they undoubtedly would have been staring.
❛ Excuse me, ❜ he says with a final chuckle, swiping his glasses off his face to lock eyes with the ballsy woman. ❛ Didn’t know the queen of England was visiting Washington Heights. ❜ Smile still lingering, he wipes at his eyes. Whoever the bitch was he’d have to thank her —— he’d needed the laugh.
walkingxalongxdreams:
Jasper tenses as he’s grabbed, instincts flaring up if only for a second but soon simmer down as the other let’s go of his arm. Green hues look towards him, listening for a few moments but he makes no move towards him as if respecting his personal space. He fixes his sleeve making sure it’s neat and tidy before giving a small breath and going to speak. “Technically I can, but apparently that’s not going to fly with you so I’ll humor you for the time being.” He replies, though he doesn’t seem that serious about the humoring part. “You’re important to this timeline, nothing more, nothing less.” Bullshit. There was more to it. Personal feelings that dived to far into him and his future to properly explain. Now he could show him, a simple touch to connect their minds for a few brief seconds, but the last thing he needed to do was further alarm the drug lord in front of him. “I just told you, my name’s Jasper, just Jasper really.” He pauses at the other question, and suddenly it seems like he’s at a loss for words. He looks at the ground, withholding the answer and now seeming on a more defensive stature.
Frustration builds up in him but he manages to keep it at bay. Nevada’s smart enough to know when he’s at a disadvantage —— then again, it’d take someone seriously inept to stand next to this Jasper and not know they’re at a disadvantage. But still, whoever —— whatever —— this man is, his answers didn’t help Nevada at all. If anything, he was more confused than he was previously. This timeline ? What the fuck did that mean ? A huff leaves his nostrils, the alternative to outright sighing, and he locks eyes with the stranger before he looks down and breaks the contact.
❛ I think you forgot one question. ❜ This time he does step forward, close enough to where he knows the tips of his shoes on the pavement would enter Jasper’s vision. ❛ Unless you’re fucking Father Time, no one goes around saving people just because they’re ‘important to a timeline’ or shit. Even God lets important people die. So I’m gonna ask again: who am I to you ? I’d like a real answer this time, Jasper. ❜
