Jan 5, 2024
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Some creatures for @faelingdraws!
Episode 9
Mermay!Kipling x Tikos
Music: “Atlantis” by Ellie Goulding
Tikos belongs to @dreams-of-the-arcana
All episodes can be found here: Mermay AU Masterlist
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The next morning, Kipling was kind enough to send one of her dolphin kin to retrieve Tikos and bring him back to the surface. When the pirate found the water spirit, she was not shooting him cheeky grins from one of the lagoons. Rather, she was shooting him cheeky grins from the top of a limestone boulder. And she was kicking the air… with her legs.
“Why so surprised, Captain?” Kip giggled, flaring out her toes. “I can conjure legs if I’m rested enough and the tides are right. Most of us shapeshifters can. Breakfast?”
Tikos didn’t realize how much his gut was aching until he saw Kip bring out the chipped plate piled high with something round and fried. Without thinking twice, he raced towards the rock and used the momentum to easily scale to the flat top.
Kipling laughed heartily as Tikos flopped down beside her with an easy grin despite the effort it took to mount the rock. He carded his hand through his sun-bleached curls and hid his labored breath behind an exaggerated yawn.
“Good morning!”
Kip giggled and poked one of her breakfast fritters between his cheesing lips. Tikos’ visible eye widened, but he reacted accordingly, taking the food and chewing with gusto. It wasn’t the first time he had mystery cuisine shoved into his mouth and besides, he trusted Kipling.
Tikos released a musical groan as he swallowed the warm, tender meat. “Some kind of fried shellfish?”
Kip popped a fritter into her own mouth and hummed in confirmation. “Conch.”
“I could eat this every day,” Tikos sighed as he went for another one, but not before pressing a grateful kiss to his host’s lips. Kip self consciously tried to dust away the crumbs from the last fritter, but Tikos tutted and stubbornly dragged his lips over hers.
Against Kip’s protests, Tikos whispered, “You made breakfast for me? For the crimes I committed to your reef, I thought I was going to join the rest of the pirates at the bottom of the trench earlier than I thought.”
Kip made a nervous sound. “Please don’t joke about that. I couldn’t stay mad at you for too long.”
Tikos drew back and traced a finger down her single ghostly white braid. “Another one of my poor jokes. Forgive me.”
Kip leaned into his touch, her amber-like gaze softening.
Tikos added, “Once again, I’m sorry about your reef. I was thinking… perhaps I could make it up to you. I’ve been thinking of ways to break the spell over you and the island.”
Kip shook her head. “The curse, you mean.” She sighed and leaned her head on Tikos’ shoulder. He naturally wrapped his arm around her waist and tried to comfort her.
They both looked down at where her brown legs peeked out between the slit in her wrapped skirt.
“Trust me, I do want to hear what you have to say, but,” she lifted her head and walked her lips along his five o’clock shadow. “Not over breakfast.”
Tikos was content with temporarily taking his mind off of the curse and directing all of his attention on enjoying the conch fritters while he looked out at the sparkling lagoons with Kipling.
A soft Kipos fic 🥰🥰🥰
Pairing: Tikos x Kipling Bronne ( @asras3rdeye’s OC)
Over the Seas
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“But-“
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“It’s just, I don’t want to keep you if you-“
“Bee.”
“-Captainy things to do?”
A cute/sad part of wolf's backstory
Is the scene where "wolf" (the person)
And her wolf siblings are sparing
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wolf pup play fight to bond
Episode 1
Mermay!Kipling x Tikos
Music: "Atlantis" by Ellie Goulding
Tikos belongs to @dreams-of-the-arcana
All episodes can be found here: Mermay AU Masterlist
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Zotikos Orion Katsaros-Yakinthos balanced on the bow of a small schooner, peering out at the misty reef ahead through his spyglass.
The pirate captain had left his crew behind on Stormchaser. Not that he hadn’t wanted any of them to join him in his pursuit of long lost secrets – he certainly extended the invitation. It was just that none of his motley crew dared to set foot in these shallow, teal waters.
Tikos wasn’t the type of captain to force his crew to go where nothing but morbid curiosity pulled him. On the surface, there was no gain, no treasure to be had from this island shrouded in mist. So Tikos left them be and took the schooner out by himself.
Rumor had it, this island was cursed.
The Republic of Floating Isles – as it had been known long ago. If you were lucky enough to get your hand on a map that still charted its existence, it would be identified as such. But out here in pirate country, the small archipelago was known by a different name.
The Melting World.
Once every three hundred years, the islands would appear. There was a story that came with it. One of temptation, mystery, and tragedy.
According to legend, The Melting World was home to a very powerful water spirit. A nameless entity who never allowed anyone who entered the reef to leave.
Tikos lowered his spyglass.
He had faced such creatures before. Sirens, selkies, all sorts of mer and their kin. They had many forms, but in the end, he found that they were all the same.
This water spirit, whoever they were, would be no different.
He would find out what was so precious about this place that no soul had managed to bring back to the surface. Because if there was one thing he knew about the merfolk, it was that they were always hiding or protecting something.
Whatever this water spirit was guarding, Tikos would find it and take it for himself.
Episode 2
Mermay!Kipling x Tikos
Tikos belongs to @dreams-of-the-arcana
All episodes can be found here: Mermay AU Masterlist
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Tikos was not gentle while guiding his schooner through the rising beds of coral. The water was shallow enough for him to wade through and pull the boat along, as far inland as he could get it.
By now, the mist had evaporated, making the pirate wonder if it had been a simple glamour to make the islands appear more mysterious than they truly were. As he took in the forested cliffs of intense green contrasted against the shimmery, pale limestone cliffs, he could acknowledge that the lack of mist did not subtract any of the wonder from the Melting World.
Tikos had dragged his boat as far as possible. He didn’t feel the need to bother with an anchor since they weren’t close enough to shore for the tides to run away with it. And there was nothing he could tie it up to with rope. The sand bank that held the boat in place would have to do for now.
Kiki, Tikos’ weasel familiar, sprinted down from the schooner and onto his shoulders. She nipped at his ear and chittered fast and urgently.
“Hm?” Tikos hummed absently as he reached back to give her scritches. His gaze was still on the lush cliffs and vibrant plant life creating shadows over the water. He continued to wade between the corals, using the island as a beacon.
Kiki dug her claws into the pirate’s shoulder and squealed sharply. Tikos jerked to a halt and nearly swiped his familiar into the water.
“Gah! Kiki, it’s too early to draw blood. What’s wrong, girl?”
But as soon as Tikos tore his eyes away from the wonder of the island, he could see why his familiar was so alarmed. Stretching out before them like a fresh wound in the reef was a deep blue chasm. Tikos was mere inches away from stepping directly into the dropoff. Not that he wouldn’t be able to swim himself to safety, but he didn’t trust ominous indigo trenches – especially ones carved right between two shallow bodies of water.
Tikos continued to stare down into the trench, letting his eyes adjust to the change in light. Shapes began to take form under the bright sun. Tikos took a step back as more realizations came to the surface. He wasn’t looking at just any old trench.
This was a pirate ship graveyard.
Episode 10 🍋
Mermay!Kipling x Tikos
Music: “Atlantis” by Ellie Goulding
Tikos belongs to @dreams-of-the-arcana
cw: lemony content ahead 🍋
All episodes can be found here: Mermay AU Masterlist
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Time seemed to have no foothold the longer Tikos spent with Kipling. The two of them gathered coconuts along the cluster of trees where they grew along the beach. Kip watched as Tikos used his cutlass like a machete, hacking away at the coconut’s husk until he made it to the dense core. Then he passed it on to Kip, who deftly carved a hole in the top for drinking.
Kiki and Taro joined them later when they had drunk all the water and moved on to carving out the pale meat on the inside of the shells.
When the sun was at its peak and its hottest, Kip offered to rub a little sunscreen on Tikos’ back. He, of course, accepted the offer. Soon the pirate was on his stomach sighing blissfully as the water spirit straddled his waist and worked a homemade sunscreen along the grooves of his tanned spine.
Gently, he asked Kip to tell him more about the curse.
“It all has to do with me,” Kip confessed. “At least, that’s the only explanation I can think of. It seems that if I don’t want the person to leave, then they can’t. No matter how faint my desire for them to stay is, the curse picks up on it. The storms are tied to my emotions and to those of my dolphins.”
It was ironic how relaxed Tikos was during the massage given the nature of what he was being told. He didn’t ask her what methods she had employed in order to outsmart the storms or prevent them from happening. He could tell by the weight of her words that she had tried everything.
So he closed his eyes and let his frustration melt under Kip’s touch.
Later, when the two of them were walking over the stretches of shallow waters and long sandbars, Tikos reached for Kip’s waist. His hand idly dipped past her hips, gathering up the stretchy fabric of her skirt into his fist.
“What other sort of magic do you know?” His question was innocent enough, but Kip easily read the real question in his eyes. Still, she decided to play along.
“Wish granting mostly. Small ones,” she emphasized when she suspected where his thoughts had taken him. “Visitors usually ask for some extra height or a stronger nose before they try to leave.”
Kip placed her hand over the pirate’s. Then she encouraged him to hold onto her skirt while she walked backwards towards the shadow of a stray limestone shelf.
“What would you wish for if you had the choice, Tikos?”