#indie threads

[dannydelanus]

"Are those scales? Are those actual scales?"

Adore faltered, self-consciousness taking over her as her hands went straight to the exposed scales to attempt to cover them up.

The Merpeople Immersion Programs that had recently started up in South Californian schools were a big leap towards a future where merpeople and landpeople could live together symbiotically and Adore had been excited to enroll right away despite her mother’s hesitancy to let her merchild stray too far from the beach for extended periods of time. It was now common knowledge that merpeople could survive on land given that they still had access to saltwater in case they dried out too much, and the schools that initiated the program were required to have a pool of saltwater in case of an emergency, but even so, Adore felt okay being on land. Her tail morphed and adapted to land with more ease now and she could actually walk okay on her legs without tripping over her own feet, so she was excited to finally go to school together with landpeople. She thought it would be fun and maybe people wouldn’t notice.

Except apparently her body wasn’t morphing correctly, or maybe she was just too jumpy and excited, and the scales on her body became visible. She stared at the other student with wide eyes, much like a deer caught in headlights, not sure what to say. Sure, merpeople were accepted but there was still the underlying fear of discrimination and bullying from landpeople. “Umm.. yeaaah?” Adore replied nervously, mentally berating herself for losing her cool and stuttering. Fuck it, she was supposed to be proud of her origins as she’d always told herself she would be, so why was she feeling self-conscious about it now? “I grew up by the beach,” she said, as though that explained everything. Well, to her it did, because that was a normal thing for her people to say in reference to their ocean dwellings and to imply being a merperson. “My name’s Adore.”

[dannydelanus]

taxidermiedlover:

Sharon laughed and stole some more cheetos from her bag. “Keep up that kitty look and I’ll take you home to live with Cerrone.” She joked, always happy to talk about her beloved kitty cat. “About time you did shower though.” Sharon smirked and walked towards her desk, makeup littered every where, and she looked for her eyeliner to reply it. “I could smell your dirty pantyhose from next door!!” No Queen liked the smell of dirty capisios at three in the morning!! “Me, on the other hand, I never have to shower!” She boasted, raising her hands up and posing them like claws. “People always say I’m dead, so better start smelling like I’m dead too!!” She cackled at her own stupid joke and downed some more beer. “Did you get clean for the show, though? Must be a special occasion then….”

Adore laughed loudly in her signature charming laugh and hopped up onto her knees on the couch before wrapping her furry onesie-clad arms around the spook queen. “I’d love to live with your cat! That sounds like the best!” she said excitedly, pressing her face against Sharon’s head as she squeezed her before letting go and sitting back to let the queen do what she needed to do.

“God, shut up, you!” she scolded playfully at the mention of her dirty pantyhose. “I said I washed myself, not my clothing. I’m still waiting for housekeeping but Bianca is in fucking New York with her boyfriend too busy to do my laundry for me,” she said, putting on an exasperated voice only to follow it quickly with a loud laugh to reveal that she was completely kidding (in case that wasn’t obvious).

She got cozy again in her corner of the couch, feeling like the laziest and fattest person on earth right now chewing on her snacks. “No,” she said over a mouthful of Cheetohs, not caring about how graceful she was or wasn’t. Michelle wasn’t here to judge her so fuck it. (Even if she were... Adore probably wouldn’t change a thing.) “I’m not performing tonight. I’m just here to suck your dick in case you decide to sing Let’s Have a Kai Kai--” She cut herself off as she burst out into another laugh. She hadn’t actually intended to say that, but it just kind of came spilling out of her mouth anyway. She was on a roll, really.

[dannydelanus]

laskathunderfun:

Alaska laughed to herself, turning back to the mirror. The indirect confession being mildly funny as she had never picked Adore to be the type for sex in drag. Then again, she was always full of surprises so this shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise as it was.

Looking at her through the mirror she saw the big pout, which oddly made her feel somewhat sorry for the younger queen. “I bet you could, you already are a trendsetteeer,” she comforted, dragging out the words in her usual fashion.

Alaska grumpily picked at her 301′s with her fake nails in an attempt to pick them up from the make-up counter. “Fuuuck,” she cursed under her breath, “you aren’t the only one who’s not having her night tonight, remind me to do my lashes before my nails next timeee”

Adore wasn’t actually going to attempt starting a trend of ratted wigs, but Alaska’s reassurance still made her crack a smile and a chuckle even as she started feeling out a black wig in its stead. “Together we could, as team Adore Delaska,” she said as she ran her fingers through the long strands of the wig.

She turned towards the alien at the sound of the swearing and burst out laughing at the sight of her trying to pick up lashes with her nails. “You can go without,” she suggested, still combing through her wig before deciding to extend another offer, “or I can do it for you if you trust me not to get glue in your eyes.”

@laskathunderfun

[dannydelanus]

"Jesus Christ, Adore....what the hell are you wearing?!"

“It’s my new onesieee,” Adore replied, drawing out the last syllable in a bit of a whine at Sharon’s judgmental tone. She was in a cat onesie, complete with ears on the hood and cat faces drawn all over the material. The hood was drawn over her head as she sat curled up in the corner of the couch with a bag of Cheetohs and a beer. “It’s adorable, it’s fucking cool; a fan gave it to me. Don’t give me that look,” she laughed and tossed a Cheetoh at her friend.

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heartpiratesorca

After everything, the promise of his crew was a welcome one. Mugiwara and his band of merry misfits had been accommodating but they also tended to be overwhelming at times; that, in combination with what he had gone through in Dressrosa as a whole, tuckered Law out considerably. 

He was grateful for all they had done for him but it was time to go home.

The submarine was anchored separately from the Sunny, a short ways away from the closest port town and if he hadn’t known what he was looking for, Law might have missed it. The vessel sat a bit lower than others, naturally, but when he saw the sleek yellow of the sub he sighed in relief. Would his crew be there, or would they be at the town? He didn’t know for sure and he wouldn’t until he boarded--half of him hoped it would be empty so he could recharge before they jumped all over him (which they surely would), while the other half hoped they would be there to greet him.

When he opened the hatch, Law was met with nothing more than the squeak of the hinges. The corridors were mostly empty as far as he could see, and nothing echoed back at him save for his own footsteps, so everyone was either busy, really busy, or not there.

He made a beeline of sorts for his operating room, looking for a familiar place. It was empty, as expected, and he stood at one of the counters as he idly fiddled with the tools that were strewn about. “Nobody, huh ... not even Bepo to welcome me back.” Despite the words, there was no inflection of anger or disappointment in his voice--there was, however, a satisfied smirk on his face.