[taintcdpetals-blog]

¦ ✿ ¦ She didn’t want to go back in the water. more specifically, she didn’t want to go back to a tank where she was going to be nothing more than a creature to marvel at. hadn’t she had enough of that already? she wanted to be able to walk around without being constantly watched or feeling like - being - someone else’s property. then again, what could she do? for the majority of her life, she had belonged to someone. she probably wouldn’t even survive if she was let go back into the sea. this was the life she knew, and it didn’t look like it would change any time soon.

at least these people were kind. they had found her and fought to get her out of the ringmaster’s hold. they won and they managed to gain custody over her. they had even got a doctor ( vet? ) to look her over and care for the injuries she had obtained. true, there was always someone watching her, but it had been the most kindness she had been shown in years.

but then came the time she was to go back in a tank - or exhibit, or whatever these people wanted to call it. at least they allowed her to take some time so she could adjust and take things in before entering the water. it was huge compared to what she had been given at the circus. the water was clear and she could see other life in there. she even managed to spot someone else in there. the other merperson she had been told about. they had told her the truth; she wouldn’t be alone. she still remained silent, but her eyes seemed to light up a bit as she gazed in the water.

a hand touched her shoulder and she flinched, head spinning to see who it was. just her new owner, the kind gentleman who helped her. 

                   ❝ the aquarium just opened, so there’s                       not  a  lot  of  people  here  yet.   you                       should probably go in soon before it                       starts getting busy.   so you can get                       use to everything. ❞

she didn’t respond immediately, but eventually she gave a small nod. taking another glance down at the water, she finally sat on the edge of the platform she was standing on, letting her legs dip into the water. her legs joined back together, her tail and fins now being her only option of mobility. the marks on her sides - that might have been mistaken as scars by a normal person - opened, gills ready to take the water in and make it possible for her to breathe under the surface. she took one last glance at the man before letting go of the platform, allowing herself sink down under the water.

there was so much color. she had nearly forgotten how beautiful the life under the water could be. and the water was easy to breath in. when she finally turned and swam down towards the bottom, she realized two things; just how much room this place had, and that she wasn’t the greatest swimmer… funny, a mermaid that wasn’t a master swimmer.

she had nearly reached the bottom, her webbed hand reaching out to touch one of the plants, when she caught sight of something large moving off to the side. her gaze lifted, meeting the silver-grey eyes of the male in the tank with her. the other merperson. her worries rose; she was use to being alone, an object to gawk at. how was she suppose to act around someone that was in the same position as she was? was he territorial? she knew nothing about him aside from the little their master had told her.

breaking their gaze, she turned and swam behind a large nearby rock, peeking out a little bit to keep an eye on the stranger.

[destroyercftime-blog]

                    He’d been waiting in the water, behind a rock for her to show up.                     Wanting to keep his distance from her so she could explore at                     first. As he watched from below, he noticed her sitting at the                     edge, getting her feet wet. Even able to witness the                     transformation of her tail. It was always an interesting sight to                     behold, even for Allen. 

                    When she hit the water, he hid behind the rock more. Wanting to                     shield himself from her sight. He didn’t want to come off as                     intimidating, and wanted her to get use to everything first. To                     examine the tank before she met him. Knowing everything                     must’ve been disorienting for her--- foreign ---maybe even                     shocking. It was luckily for the merman that he was rather patient                     and didn’t mind avoiding her till she was somewhat comfortable.

                    However, as she came close to him--- as she approached                     him ---he had to move away. Scolding himself for it soon after as                     she ran away to hide behind the same rock he’d just moved away                     from.

                    He quickly put his hands up when he saw her get scared. Staying                     where he was, not even daring to approach her. Unsure if she                     would possibly attack him like a cornered animal if he did. Allen                     would guess that the other was more likely to run away.

                                 ❝ W-wait! I’m not gonna hurt you, I swear. ❞

                    He started out, smiling at her to try and come off friendly. Cursing                     the timing of all this as he heard muffled talking. Why did the                     owner even think it was a good idea to put all this on them this                     soon?

[taintcdpetals-blog]

¦ ✿ ¦ Oh, guess he noticed her staring at him… it hadn’t been her intention to make things seem awkward. she had just found him to be very interesting. most people sort of melded together, some sticking out but in abnormal ways, like being too flashy. he, however, stuck out but in a seemingly natural way. she didn’t seem to be alone on that too; others were glancing at him too. but he was focused on her, just like she was focused on her. he even waved at her. he wasn’t the first to wave at her, but still… perhaps she could communicate with him somehow?

she could always use the fish. there had been a few times she had practiced with them and she was pretty good at getting them to do as she wished, but that was for fun after hours. she had never done anything like attempting to talk to someone using them, let alone in front of so many people. still, what if he left before she even tried? guess she would just have to risk it…

closing her eyes, she concentrated on sending signals to the fish that were in the tank with her, asking for their help. there were a few of them that she could hear teasing her and she shot them an annoyed glance before they joined into the group of other fish. when quiet a number of them had grouped together, they listened to her and started forming shapes. and then a word.

                                                 M A R I

it worked. she glanced back down, rather nervous now that more attention was focused on her and what she was doing. her hands fiddled a bit, deciding whether or not to continue. eventually, with the encouragement from some of her fish friends, she looked at the white haired boy again, her finger pointing to the word and then pointing to herself. after a moment, she pointed to him, tilting her head as if curious about something. the fish seemed to get the hint and changed their formation.

                                                     ? ? ?

[destroyercftime-blog]

                    Allen’s smile faded as he saw her stare at him. Stopping,                     planning to walk up to the tank as everyone continued.                     Some staying back a bit with him to watch the mermaid.                     Noticing the fish swimming up and beginning to spell out                     a word for him. 

                                                Mari. 

                    Was that her name? He walked up, removing his hood, as                     he continued to stare. It would’ve fallen off anyway, and he                     could careless what people were thinking about him now.                     More focused on the mermaid and what she was doing. He                     didn’t have to look to see that the other people in the group                     were doing the same thing. Watching her spell out things                     with the fish, talking to the telepathically.

                    As she pointed to him, he glanced around for a minute just                     to double check it was him. With no one near him, he                     looked back at her. A small blush coming to his face at the                     realization she was speaking to him. A small bloating                     feeling his chest surfacing as well. A feeling he was all too                     familiar with. Pride. 

                    With question marks appearing, it was hard to figure out                     what she was asking. She wanted to know his name. With                     eyes staring at him, he approached the glass. Blowing hot air                     on the glass, the cool water making it perfect for the heat to                     retain on the tank. Moving his finger up, he spelled out his                     name.

                                                Allen.

[destroyercftime-blog]

                    A New Encounter │ Au │Taintcdpetals

                                  ❝ There’s going to be a new merperson in the                                      aquarium? ❞

                    Allen questioned staring at his owner with a rather neutral expression.                     It wasn’t the first time the man had brought in new creatures, and the                     white haired merman doubt it’d be the last time. Still, Allen was rather                     surprised that they had found another one of his kind and was going to                     be sharing a tank with them. He didn’t know every detail, just that the                     new merperson was female and well…a merperson.

                                  ❝ Yeah, we rescued her from a circus that held                               her previously. They were mistreating her pretty badly,                                 so when she arrives she’ll be shy. It’s the first time                                  she’s seen her own kind in who knows how long. ❞

                    Allen pouted at the man’s words. He couldn’t imagine having been                     mistreated by someone. He’d never been treated that way during                     his time here. Sure, he was guarded closely when outside the tank,                     but that was about it. He couldn’t help but wonder just how bad it                     must’ve been, or if she’d have scares. Either way, he was just                     happy she was out of the situation. Even if she was going to be                     put into another aquarium instead of going home.

                                  ❝ I want you to make her as comfortable as you                                      can, okay? ❞

                    Allen nodded.

                                  ❝ She’ll be here soon, so get everything ready. ❞

                    The man commented, Allen going back underwater to get things                     ready for the new merperson.

[liorlen]

a quick allen

[glossbian]

Tag yourself I’m Please Leave and Pink Bisexual

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ARE 18+

[bamhelps-blog]

Can you reblog this if you’d RP with someone over 30?

[murdercapitalqueen-deactivated2]

I’m 30 and face a lot of age discrimination in the tumblr rp comm so admitting my age sucks.

I was reading through the comments in the tags, and I noticed a lot of:

“As long as you’re not creepy, I’m okay!”

“As long as you’re not a pedo!”

People over 29 are not automatically creepy or pedos. They are just as likely to be either as a 20 year old; most are less creepy because they are more experienced. Age discrimination is pretty gross. Does anyone really think that 29+ yr olds are going to think less about the concerns of smutting with someone under a age of majority? No, they probably think about it more because they haven’t been a grown child for years and face the real world more then the kiddos around.

Saying “As long as you’re not X” is pretty gross because it is implying that they are more likely to and contributes to the very reason why people over 29 are so reluctant about sharing their age — It IS age-based discrimination.

Also, just because someone is 30 yrs old does not mean they are something less than because they are still interested in rping. If you do the math based on the theory that most rpers begin around the age of 15-17, they may have been rping since the early 2000s, and some for even longer. That is 15+ yrs, so why would they suddenly be disinterested in something they have been doing for longer than some rpers are in total age. Do you know how many years of experience 15 yrs adds up to? If you want to become a good writer, then seek out those with the most experience.

If you don’t discriminate against rpers for being younger, then don’t do it because they are older. Nothing in life should have a time limit or expiration on interests that make people happy and bring no harm to others.

Personally, I hope to still have a passion and love for rping when I’m 90 yrs old and sitting in my nursing home. Never forget, kiddos, that you’ll be “old” someday and facing people telling you not to love the things you love because you’re past your expiration date.

[fangedfirecracker]

As someone who is turning 33 this May, I fully stand behind everything in the above post. 

[destroyercftime-blog]

Lvellie: Marian Cross has a lot to answer for.

Komui: I know. I have a list. Allen has a file.

[thomas-sanders-with-vine]

I Get Jealous 🐱

[kimmykittenmeow]

I DO THIS SO HARDCORE

[fragileheartxxx]

[fightersuggestion]

fighters don’t quit; we stand until the world around us crumbles to dust, and we’ll rise. we’ll rise again.

[bri-ecrit]

Some people are just born to fight, I think. It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to fight. It’s what they know. It’s what they do best. It’s all they can do. 

[taintcdpetals-blog]

a 🐬 was sent for a mermaid AU || @destroyercftime

¦ ✿ ¦ Another day swimming around in the same area as always, though she couldn’t really complain. the area she had in the aquarium was a lot bigger and nicer than what she had at the circus. here, she had actual room to swim around, the water was clean, there were fish to keep her company. 

still, she was trapped there. she could walk around so long as she was out of the water for a while, enough for her to turn her tail to legs. but they only allowed her outside her tank if someone was with her at all times, and only at night when visitors were not around. she was still “owned” by someone; just property for others to look and marvel at. 

this day was just like any other. not a moment of privacy as she slowly swam around, her silver tail shimmering under the artificial light. there wasn’t much for her to do. watching the people on the other side of the glass was only interesting for so long. 

but one such human managed to catch her eye, enough to pause in her swimming and her caramel eyes to stare at him. he looked young, maybe the same age as she was, but under his hood she could white hair. why would someone so young have white hair? there was also a mark near his eye. how odd. 

[destroyercftime-blog]

                    Loud. If anything were to explain the crowd he was apart of                     perfectly, that would be it. The people would point out and                     laugh at the displays they passed. Whispering among each                     about either how fake and stupid it looked, or now cool and                     interesting it was. It was like a 180 among the group the                     entire time. 

                    Different conversations and wonders would spread                     throughout the large group, some going so far as to even                     talk about the teen himself. Not that he payed any attention to                     it. He was use to be the subject of a conversation with his                     appearance. The only thing he had done was cover his white                     hair with his hoodie. Hoping that it would maybe stop the                     banter.

                    As they walked down one hall, the colors and lights                     illuminated the walls, giving off a rather pretty blue. Different                     fish and other aquatic species swam around in their captive                     homes. They seemed to be going as fast, or as slow as they                     pleased. Making Allen wonder just what the fish were                     thinking. Which most would find rather idiotic, but it was                     something that weighed on his mind.

                    The first thing that caught his attention at the mermaid                     exhibit was how fascinated she seemed to be with the group.                     Watching curiously as they passed by, most of the group                     gawking while some had already lost interest in the mythical                     creature. Allen, however, couldn’t take his eyes off of her.                     Wondering if that was the same for her as well simply                     because she was staring at him.

                    Locking eyes with the creature, he smiled. Her expressions                     showing whatever emotion she was feeling. Though he                     couldn’t read them exactly, he could simply guess what                     she was thinking. And maybe that guess made him seem                     completely paranoid about his appearance.

                    Still, he raised his hand and waved at her. Giving her the                     acknowledgement that he felt she deserved. She didn’t                     deserve people just staring at her like they were at a zoo, or                     ( possibly ) hearing people comment about how fake she                     was. No, Allen felt that the least he could do was say hello,                     even if it wasn’t verbally.

[taintcdpetals-blog]

a 🐬 was sent for a mermaid AU || @destroyercftime

¦ ✿ ¦ Another day swimming around in the same area as always, though she couldn’t really complain. the area she had in the aquarium was a lot bigger and nicer than what she had at the circus. here, she had actual room to swim around, the water was clean, there were fish to keep her company. 

still, she was trapped there. she could walk around so long as she was out of the water for a while, enough for her to turn her tail to legs. but they only allowed her outside her tank if someone was with her at all times, and only at night when visitors were not around. she was still “owned” by someone; just property for others to look and marvel at. 

this day was just like any other. not a moment of privacy as she slowly swam around, her silver tail shimmering under the artificial light. there wasn’t much for her to do. watching the people on the other side of the glass was only interesting for so long. 

but one such human managed to catch her eye, enough to pause in her swimming and her caramel eyes to stare at him. he looked young, maybe the same age as she was, but under his hood she could white hair. why would someone so young have white hair? there was also a mark near his eye. how odd. 

[destroyercftime-blog]

                    Loud. If anything were to explain the crowd he was apart of                     perfectly, that would be it. The people would point out and                     laugh at the displays they passed. Whispering among each                     about either how fake and stupid it looked, or now cool and                     interesting it was. It was like a 180 among the group the                     entire time. 

                    Different conversations and wonders would spread                     throughout the large group, some going so far as to even                     talk about the teen himself. Not that he payed any attention to                     it. He was use to be the subject of a conversation with his                     appearance. The only thing he had done was cover his white                     hair with his hoodie. Hoping that it would maybe stop the                     banter.

                    As they walked down one hall, the colors and lights                     illuminated the walls, giving off a rather pretty blue. Different                     fish and other aquatic species swam around in their captive                     homes. They seemed to be going as fast, or as slow as they                     pleased. Making Allen wonder just what the fish were                     thinking. Which most would find rather idiotic, but it was                     something that weighed on his mind.

                    The first thing that caught his attention at the mermaid                     exhibit was how fascinated she seemed to be with the group.                     Watching curiously as they passed by, most of the group                     gawking while some had already lost interest in the mythical                     creature. Allen, however, couldn’t take his eyes off of her.                     Wondering if that was the same for her as well simply                     because she was staring at him.

                    Locking eyes with the creature, he smiled. Her expressions                     showing whatever emotion she was feeling. Though he                     couldn’t read them exactly, he could simply guess what                     she was thinking. And maybe that guess made him seem                     completely paranoid about his appearance.

                    Still, he raised his hand and waved at her. Giving her the                     acknowledgement that he felt she deserved. She didn’t                     deserve people just staring at her like they were at a zoo, or                     ( possibly ) hearing people comment about how fake she                     was. No, Allen felt that the least he could do was say hello,                     even if it wasn’t verbally.

[taintcdpetals-blog]

a 🐬 was sent for a mermaid AU || @destroyercftime

¦ ✿ ¦ Another day swimming around in the same area as always, though she couldn’t really complain. the area she had in the aquarium was a lot bigger and nicer than what she had at the circus. here, she had actual room to swim around, the water was clean, there were fish to keep her company. 

still, she was trapped there. she could walk around so long as she was out of the water for a while, enough for her to turn her tail to legs. but they only allowed her outside her tank if someone was with her at all times, and only at night when visitors were not around. she was still “owned” by someone; just property for others to look and marvel at. 

this day was just like any other. not a moment of privacy as she slowly swam around, her silver tail shimmering under the artificial light. there wasn’t much for her to do. watching the people on the other side of the glass was only interesting for so long. 

but one such human managed to catch her eye, enough to pause in her swimming and her caramel eyes to stare at him. he looked young, maybe the same age as she was, but under his hood she could white hair. why would someone so young have white hair? there was also a mark near his eye. how odd. 

[destroyercftime-blog]

                    Loud. If anything were to explain the crowd he was apart of                     perfectly, that would be it. The people would point out and                     laugh at the displays they passed. Whispering among each                     about either how fake and stupid it looked, or now cool and                     interesting it was. It was like a 180 among the group the                     entire time. 

                    Different conversations and wonders would spread                     throughout the large group, some going so far as to even                     talk about the teen himself. Not that he payed any attention to                     it. He was use to be the subject of a conversation with his                     appearance. The only thing he had done was cover his white                     hair with his hoodie. Hoping that it would maybe stop the                     banter.

                    As they walked down one hall, the colors and lights                     illuminated the walls, giving off a rather pretty blue. Different                     fish and other aquatic species swam around in their captive                     homes. They seemed to be going as fast, or as slow as they                     pleased. Making Allen wonder just what the fish were                     thinking. Which most would find rather idiotic, but it was                     something that weighed on his mind.

                    The first thing that caught his attention at the mermaid                     exhibit was how fascinated she seemed to be with the group.                     Watching curiously as they passed by, most of the group                     gawking while some had already lost interest in the mythical                     creature. Allen, however, couldn’t take his eyes off of her.                     Wondering if that was the same for her as well simply                     because she was staring at him.

                    Locking eyes with the creature, he smiled. Her expressions                     showing whatever emotion she was feeling. Though he                     couldn’t read them exactly, he could simply guess what                     she was thinking. And maybe that guess made him seem                     completely paranoid about his appearance.

                    Still, he raised his hand and waved at her. Giving her the                     acknowledgement that he felt she deserved. She didn’t                     deserve people just staring at her like they were at a zoo, or                     ( possibly ) hearing people comment about how fake she                     was. No, Allen felt that the least he could do was say hello,                     even if it wasn’t verbally.

[destroyercftime-blog]

                                 A Fishy Friend │ Au │ofscarllet

                    The merman huffed sending a barrage of bubbles up to the                     surface of the tank. He stared down at the fake pebbles                     while he heard some muffled commotion outside of his                     home. Leaning against the fake castle that rested in the                     aquarium, he ignored whatever was going on outside. 

                    He was bored out of his mind, with having nothing to do till                     the museum opened up. He had no idea when that was                     going to be either so his only options were to do what he                     usually did to entertain himself. Swim around in circles                     until he accidently ran into the glass? Check. Juggle                     pebbles outside of the water until he was yelled at to get                     back under the surface? Check. Practice the tricks he was                     going to do for the audience, as well as other acts he was                     suppose to do on cue when he was given the signal? Check                     and check. Honestly, the only other entertainment he had                     was watching people pass by him when the tour was given,                     and even that was becoming a bore.

                    Honestly, he found the human race to be so interesting, but                     when all you could do was watch them pass you by, even                     they become uninteresting. All he could do was listen to the                     conversations they had, not being able to comment without                     being yelled at to go back underwater. Even if he would be                     able to poke his head out and try and start up a conversation                     ( or at least reassure people that he was an actual                     merperson and not just someone wearing a costume ), he                     would hear the owner of the place ( the supposed owner of                     him ) tell them he was a dangerous creature. A creature that                     would harm them if they got too close. Allen found it                     absolutely ridiculous. The only thing they’d be in danger of is                     being asked too many questions or having their ear talked off                     or however that saying goes. 

                    There wasn’t anything he could do about it otherwise though.                     Over time Allen realized that humans were more trusting of                     other humans than something unknown. Still, he found it’d                     be nice to have someone come up and talk to him. Even if it                     was just to say hello.

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