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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Janaina Medeiros
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@lotfsecretsanta
sorry to all those who expressed interest but I honestly dont think i have time to run the savage secret santa this year (my course has turned out to be busier than expected ri p) BUT a i wish u all a v savage christmas and an uncivilised new year
Hey americadotcom I was your secret santa! I hope you knew I was on vacation until new years and didn’t have time to work on this… but that’s no excuse for why this is so late >.< sorry! It’s black and white cause I didn’t want it be too late.
Anyway, I did some blog stalking and found out you liked black butler so I drew my black butler AU with Jack as a choirboy Ciel and Roger as his demon butler.
Roger wasn’t the best demon butler (compared to sebastian at least). He wasn’t really into this serving other people thing. Or wearing a stupid, tight butler vest. But none of that would matter in the end when he got to eat Jack’s succulent soul. His weapons are pebbles he finds on the ground, which he throws like sebastian throws knifes. Except they go so fast they’re basically bullets! And Jack’s basically the same as Ciel personality wise. The queen’s guard dog and a spoiled but broken and smexy head of the Merridew household.
for miss-quiet!! happy (late - i'm so sorry) holidays! here's some rogermon, because, well, rogermon. all the best!
(also first rogermon i ever did. hope it's good enough ehe)
Story for seasamebuns! I’m sorry I didn’t know your actual name, and I hope you like it.
It wasn’t every day that girls came plummeting out of the sky.
That was Jack’s immediate thought as he stared at the girl laying on the ground in front of him. She looked to be about his age, and seemed to be unconscious or- never mind, he thought, as she stirred and sat up.
"What-" she began, before breaking off as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes widened.
"Holy shit, this is just like one of those ‘girl-on-the-island’ fics," muttered Simon. Jack ignored him.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get here?" He asked, his voice accusatory.
"You can call me seasamebuns, I guess," She replied, "And I have no idea how I got here. I was just blogging and-"
"Wait. ‘Blogging?’" Jack spoke again, forming air quotes around the word. "What the heck is that?"
"Mostly I just kinda… I dunno, I talk about you guys, I guess." She replied. Behind Jack, Simon muttered something again, along the lines of "maybe she WRITES girl-on-the-island fics…."
"Well. I don’t know what that means, but it doesn’t matter. This is going to have to go through The Chief first, and that’s me." He stabbed a thumb into his chest.
"But Jack, you’re not th-"
"SHUT UP"
—
As it turned out, they lead her back to the main beach, where Ralph was doing…. Whatever he does in his free time. It seemed to consist fractionally of angsting about his chiefly duties and working on his tan. Piggy bounced around next to him and babbled about something which, if Ralph’s expression was anything to go by, was utterly irritating.
"Hey! We found a girl! Simon says her name is Mary Sue or something."
"No, I said she IS a Mary Sue." Simon piped up.
"Excuse me??" Exclaimed seasamebuns (whose name I don’t actually know and I’m so sorry about that), "This is NOT a crappy girl-on-the-island fic and I am NOT a Mary Sue."
The boys stared back at her as if she were speaking in a different language, but Jack glanced at her admiringly. Perhaps out of his love for chaos or his love for conflict or his love for some other thing that would later become symbolically significant.
"You can take her," Ralph said finally, "Use her for hunting or something." Jack glanced at her again, then gestured for her to follow him.
Eventually, he handed her a splintery spear, its end blackened and sharp.
"Oh, I’m not sure about… Uh…"
"Don’t worry, we never ACTUALLY kill anything." Said a voice from the crowd of hunters. Jack’s face turned the same vivid shade as his hair.
"ExCUSE ME?" He shot back, demonstrating his full voice range in a single shout (which, as we all know, extends to C#). "You. Girl. Come with me. The rest of you, fan out and look for pigs, which we will kill." The last part was aimed angrily at a particular person in the crowd.
—
The pair tromped through the woods. ‘Well,’ Thought seasamebuns, ‘That certainly wasn’t in the book.’ Her thoughts were interrupted by Jack’s voice.
"So you’re obviously from somewhere else. What do you know about us?"
Oof. She wondered how much she should disclose. You can’t exactly expect to make friends by telling someone that they and all their friends are an elaborate metaphor for the darkness in mankind’s heart.
"Um…. Well. I know you kill a pig, eventually." That seemed safe.
"Really?" His face brightened. "That’ll show Ralph! You’re not so bad, you know. You could join my hunters for good. I think you’d like it."
But before she could reply at all, the world spun and went black, and she found herself sitting back at her computer with a .gif of Jack Merridew staring back. However short it had been, she was certain that her lapse into the world of Lord Of The Flies would never leave her mind.
seasamebuns
yOooo oOOO secret santa for idk-dont-ask-me!
you said you like simon, roger and ralph so i was a piece of trash and did them in my fuckin lost in the canadian wilderness au plz forgive
also sorry it’s late again im trash
weeping sounds from the inside of a dustbin
my secret santa gift for gelles!! happy holidays pal B)
listen | cover edited by my hella rad friend who wishes to remain anonymous
01. anyone else but you // the mouldy peaches [you’re a part-time lover and a full-time friend] 02. honey and the bee // owl city [there’s something about you that makes me feel alive] 03. the happy song // kate miccuci [let us smile together] 04. nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco [and we know that it could be, and we know that it should, and you know that you feel it too] 05. closer // tegan and sara [all I want to get is a little bit closer, all I want to know is, can you come a little closer?] 06. cold coffee // ed sheeran [tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to] 07. sunburn // owl city [but when her smile came back and I didn’t feel half as horrible] 08. happy // nevershoutnever [you make me happy, whether you know it or not] 09. summertime // my chemical romance [you can run away with me anytime you want] 10. somewhere in neverland // all time low [i want to be your lost boy] 11. america’s suitehearts // fall out boy [but I must confess, i’m in love with my own sins] 12. flaws // bastille [there’s a hole in my soul, can you fill it, can you fill it?] 13. augustine // vienna teng [lead me now, i understand, faith is both the prison and the open hand] 14. weight of living, pt. ii // bastille [do you like the person you’ve become?] 15. enough to go by // vienna teng [i’ll carry the weight of you, i swear]
bolded songs are in jack’s pov
more jackmaurice songs
shucks-busters
For chrishcc! ^_^ Hope it wasn’t too obvious that I was your secret santa, broster, since you’re one of the few peeps I’m still in touch with in this fandom.Thanks for all the stories and support! (>u<)d
I swear, I wanted to write a billrog fic, but I remembered you saying that you miss seeing my art so I experimented a bit here. Hope you enjoy this rogice! It’s loosely based on Clandestine Kisses' rogice chapter HAHA.
Love, your broster, Walt/ Ezjae.
My secret santa person was momma-braun so I made her a playlist!
http://8tracks.com/stxrlxrd/so-goodnight-moon-and-goodnight-you
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Secret Santa for dudethatsmyghostking!!! I’m so sorry this is late, I got a bit carried away, and really enjoyed doing these. Anyway, I went with your superhero au idea, although maybe I went more towards super villain? Anyway, down below is a brief summary of them (I would’ve included more shippy stuff, but I’ll leave that to your imagination)
SamnEric- The Twins: At least, people are pretty sure they are twins. It doesn’t help that they are able to create illusionary projections of themselves, so lifelike its hard to tell who is the real Sam or Eric. Coupled with their annoyingly playful and prankster attitude, they are certainly a handful.
Simon- The Prophet: What Simon lacks in social skills, he makes up for in strange mysteriousness. He has an uncanny ability to predict what will happen, or what people really are. While some find this disturbing, Simon doesn’t mind, and goes back to making flower crowns.
Bill- The Shadow: Who the hell is Bill you may ask? Its not hard to forget him. He seems to be able to blend seamlessly into the shadows, only coming back into focus once his lighter is flicked on. Honestly, he probably does it all for show.
Maurice- The Runner: This boy is like a 5 year old and a puppy mixed together; pure excitement. Putting this energy to good use, Maurice is able to leap and contort himself into incredible shapes, and able to parkour his way with frankly stunning skills up any building. Coupled with Bill’s shadows, his is deadly. Although that may not be the only reason he stays in the shadows with Bill…
Bonus:
Heyo and happy holidays to killthepigbae/giffanie-chan! I figured I’d try my hand at the whole loss of innocence/post-island thing. I hope you enjoy it!
The young man leaned against the cold metal of the ship interior. He’d been charged with taking the ragged and worn group of boys below deck and keeping watch over them until the ship reached shore. Of course, the order he had been given was more of a formality; someone needed to be there to be sure none of the boys jumped ship and keep the name of both the ship and captain clear. After spending some time on watch, however, the naval man had begun to believe the young children actually did need to have a watch kept over them. Just not for the reason anyone anticipated.
He wasn’t there to protect them from themselves. He was there to protect them from each other.
He’d heard the whispers. Snatches of conversations mentioning a Simon and Piggy flickered here are there. Those names meant nothing to him, but by the way young eyes darkened and faces close off at their mere mention, he figured they must mean something terrible to the boys. Yet if the horrors the man had caught wind of so far were even close to true, why were there no tears? There were frighteningly small children among the group. No way could they have lived through any of what he’d heard and be this calm when faced again with civilization.
But maybe calm wasn’t the correct word.
There were groups of boys sitting together, dirty, torn, and lost. Some looked as if they wanted to talk but were afraid to. Even more despairing was the fact that he hadn’t seen a single smile from any of them yet. They were rescued! What savagery could have possibly occurred to harden such young faces?
The small black-haired boy sitting alone looked the least perturbed by it all by far. The others had given him a wide berth, despite him appearing the most composed. He observed the room serenely, as if immune to the discomfort of the others. Then his eyes met those of the naval man. In the instant their gazes were locked, the man saw cold darkness on a scale that shouldn’t be possible in a young boy. It shouldn’t be possible in any human, really. The connection broke. The man gave a slight shudder and looked away. That must be why the boy was sitting in seclusion.
The only two others in solitude were two older boys. One with unruly hair like flames and fearsome paintings donning his body, and the other with what was likely once radiant blond hair and an eyes vacant of all life. The redhead looked torn between anger and sorrow, each emotion fighting for dominance on his face. Each time it seemed one had won, the other came back with renewed ferocity. Not once did the man see anything resembling regret come close to touching the boy’s face, though. He may not have enjoyed his experience on the island, but he would never apologize for it.
The blond one was a mystery though. He stared off at nothing. He rarely blinked. He barely breathed. What could have possibly happened to make a young boy so defeated, so absolutely void of existence? Even what the naval man had heard of the island adventure so far couldn’t be horrendous enough to cause such lack of life in a child.
The captain had called the whole thing a ‘jolly good show’. “Like The Coral Island,” he had said. The young man shook his head. This was not fiction. This had actually happened and would be a weight never lifted from these small shoulders. It most certainly was not and could never be considered ‘good’. Together, the boys had destroyed each other.
Wasn’t war meant for adults?
killthepigbae
Happy Holidays to dead-vortex
dead-vortex: I was your secret Santa, and you requested either fan art or fanfiction involving Roger. I selected fan art. Hope you enjoy it!
What’s going on: I guess the boys decided to have a Christmas on the island, but someone started a fire and burned the tree down (Raaaalphh?) And Roger’s just sitting by the beach smirking and we all wonder who started the fire lmao. And since it’s the holidays he somehow has a Santa hat.
could i post the gift on my blog and just submit a link to the post?? sorry i'm scared tumblr would screw up all the formatting if i used the submit feature eh ^^
yeah, i'll reblog it!
yo happy holidays to tumblr user jinxkid! u wanted crack and something maybe jalph so i hope you like ned flanders!jack and douchey white boy ralph
“What the fuck is this bullshit?” Ralph demanded, looking out at the beautiful, palm-spotted beach and the glistening turquoise sea. “My vacation to Tahiti isn’t until November. I can’t believe this. I need to call Father right away -“
“Howdy there, neighbourooni!” A cheerful redhead interrupted him, followed by a group of boys that looked like they’d fit in more at church than on an island. “Nice meeting you. How’re you diddly-diddly-doin’?”
“Okay, first off, let’s cut all the crap, Red,” Ralph said, extending his hand but swiped it away as soon as the other boy tried to shake it, “Secondly, the name’s Ralph. Ralph Lauren Howell. I imagine you’ve heard of me.”
“I’m Jack Nedward Merridew. This is my choir-turned-Christian-rock-band-turned-Kidz-Bop-sellouts!” He motioned towards the group behind him. “And say, I’ve never heard of a Ralph Howell. Are you a celebrity?”
Ralph couldn’t believe what was happening. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my FUCKING God. Are you telling me you’ve never even fucking heard of me or my father, one of the country’s richest CEO’s, Ralph Lauren Howell Sr.?! This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.”
The choir stood stunned. Jack laughed nervously. “Hey, Ralph? Could you cut down the foul language? We try our diddliest here not to use the Devil’s words.”
“Yeesh, Red, just shut the fuck up for a second? I’m trying to page my assistant to get me out of here but she’s not picking up.” Ralph’s knuckles faded to white as his hand wrapped tighter around the pager. “Roxanne? Hello?” He finally gave up. “I guess I’ll try my phone. But I’m having her fired. Someone remember that for me.”
“Um, Ralph? About that…” Jack spoke up. Ralph paid no attention, taking his iPhone out of the front pocket of his polo shirt and turning it on. The choir turned away, afraid of his reaction.
“FUCKING SHIT!” Ralph screamed. A flock of birds scattered out of a tree. “No service?! Not even one little measly bar?! My father will hear about this immediately! I swear, we’re on an island in the middle of the ocean, I think I should at least get to check my fucking email! God!”
The choir went silent. A short kid in the back fainted.
“Ralph, please calm diddly-diddly-down,” Jack said, putting a hand gently on Ralph’s shoulder. “We’ll be fine! Heck, we know enough Kelly Clarkson covers to keep everyone entertained.”
“Ugh. Fine.” Ralph pushed his aviator glasses up onto his forehead. “Can you do Behind These Hazel Eyes first? That’s my favourite. My dad’s yacht will probably get us soon enough, anyway. I’m totally having a party there once I get back, but none of you are invited. We clear?”
“Okily-dokily, friend!” Jack smiled. He could tell this would be the start of a very beautiful, totally-not-gay-because-that’s-a-sin, friendship.
jinxkid
Part 2
i didnt know which one i should give you so i decided to do both because why not!
merry christmas waltangina! hope you enjoyed my trash as much as i did making them ^v^
Part 1
merry christmas waltangina! hope you enjoyed my trash as much as i did making them ^v^
Lost Love Forgot for Galway-bae!!! Happy holidays!
The first time they met eyes, he lost his breath Docile, sweet, innocent, puppy love Last time they met eyes, the night of his death Salt water tears for an innocent dove One night they held hands and smiled shyly The fire glows orange yellow and red The best words heard, “I don’t think you’re batty I think you’re pretty smart.” He ducks his head A warning, a promise, a saintly word A small sad smile “You will get home alright.” Ralph knew he belonged to the sky, a bird Fire burned and shelters stood for one night Long after with lost love almost forgot Ralph knew Simon was looking at his spot.
galway-bae
Happy holidays to @pyropematic ! I hope this is what you wanted! Inspired by this post.
No matter how fast he ran, Ralph was already on fire. The sand burned his feet, and the surviving burned his lungs. He felt like he was dreaming, one of those nightmares where you can run but you can’t move and the bad things get closer and closer but you still can’t move and you don’t fight when they catch you because your body already feels dead and you crawl in bed with your mother when you wake up.
Ralph spun around, sand flying like helicopters. All he could see was the deep blue of the sea and the orange of the fire behind him. Jack was in the fire, his hair blurring into the flames. His hunters looked like a colony of fire ants, painted red with blood and berries, flushed from the heat of their war.
Ralph backed into the sea, the cold water shattering his flesh and bones with shock, though his face was already soaked with tears. He imagined that he was dreaming, that if he thought hard enough he could fly away into gentle skies. The hunters got closer and closer, waving their sticks as they screamed bloody murder. Some threw their spears like javelins, letting them batter him with bruises. Others waited until they were mere inches away to cut open their blond beast.
Large, rough hands pulled Ralph onto his feet. Ralph turned and saw that they belonged to a man in a dull blue, a man from the navy. The man had come from a big white ship, and beyond the ship, there was nothing.
Ralph turned back to the hunters. Their eyes were sad and weak, though their faces were fierce. They didn’t look directly at the navy man. Ralph turned back to the ship.
The navy man took Ralph by the hand and walked with him. The sea got deeper and deeper, but they didn’t sink. As they closed the distance between the fire and the white ship, Ralph could see faces in the ship, men and women and children of all colors and sizes and shapes. Two boys in particular stared at him from the whiteness of the ship, one with a round face and rounder glasses, the second with a dark little face and a small little smile. Ralph wiped the tears from his eyes and walked into the light.
pyropematic
