#seaoftales

[taleofmuses]

@seaoftales

At first things were a bit awkward. Two groups merging into one wasn't easy, especially coming from different companies, but it started to get easier. They all clicked one way or another. The Quantum boys were slowly making themselves at home in the XCape house - really they couldn't call their house a dorm anymore. After two by two dorms, they moved into a house, as they had decided when shit hit the fan with Bae. It took a while to find one for them, but this one was perfect, big enough for every unit to have their own little area, even Quantum's Saint line.

But things were different. Suddenly his kids turned to Jake and Woo-Jin for advice, sometimes. At first it didn't bother him, but it got more prominent. And then he heard them say Jinnie-Hyung but not come to him but to Woo-Jin. Sure he was happy they socialized and got along, but his name no longer seemed to belong to him. His presence seemed to not be wanted anymore.

The worst part was one day when he came into his recording studio and there was Jake with Hwang and Bae, recording for their newest song. The more time passed, the more often it happened, even Sunny. He wasn't needed in his team anymore.

During their stages, he went through the motions more and more, let others speak in the interviews and try as he might, writing songs became harder and harder until no words made it onto paper anymore and he didn't show up in the studio anymore.

His heart and head were numb and yet painful at the same time. One evening, when spoken to about food - namely what he wanted to eat, he answered truthfully:

"Just jigae," but his voice came out in a pitiful, breathy whisper. He tried to clear his throat, but as he repeated himself, it remained a whisper, as if he had a bad cold.

So his voice was gone, too. He was fully useless now. Without a further word, Hyunjin turned and went into his bedroom, burying himself in his bed, staring at the wall.

[summerxmelodies]

@seaoftales said - "You, me, dinner. My treat." / from Gojo

She’d been training, working on a new trick she was trying to perfect, when he shattered her concentration. “What?” The spectral felines she’d summoned lingered, but before long returned to the shadows from which they’d come. Blue eyes regarded the man, heat rushing to her cheeks as she stared up at him. His grin, goofy as ever, made her heart flutter.

“Tonight?” Of course tonight, he hadn’t said otherwise, had he? It took her a moment to collect her thoughts as he’d very clearly flustered her. He’d done it on purpose, hadn’t he? She swore he was more imp than human!

“Okay,” she smiled. “Any special reason you’re deciding to treat me?” Spontaneity was definitely something she could associate with him, but even this seemed more than that to her. Or maybe that was wishful thinking? 

It hadn’t dawned on her yet that he was asking her out on a date and not just a friendly dinner date.

[soldiersvow]

🪽 starter for @seaoftales

They wouldn't let him see her until she was safely tucked in a clean bed, with bandages all over her dainty, broken body and breathing so shallowly he had to hold his own to make sure she was in there at all. He stared at her, at her face and the sheets that wrapped around her, and remembered with rigid clarity the dread and relief he felt when he had found her — soiled, shattered, twisted out of her perfect, graceful shape, but still alive. She had fought so hard. She dedicated her heart, and now a beating heart was all that was left of her.

He didn't know what to tell her father, and so he said nothing. He waited for the doctors to fix her up and the nurses to wash her, and now he was waiting for a sign of life, a flutter of an eyelash or a breath that would be stronger than the faintest breeze.

And he still didn't know what to tell her father.

Someone had told him to liven the room, brighten it up, they suggested flowers. He didn't think to take a vase for them with him.

His injured leg ached.

"Shall I bring something for these?" a nurse asked, having knocked and peeked into the room to check the patient. Levi just nodded, pulled up a chair, and waited some more. He needed to rest his leg; he needed to be strong again.

They didn't capture the Female Titan. Three out of four people from his squad were dead, and the fourth one had a death certificate still waiting. Nobody knew if she would make it out. And if she did —.

Levi put the flowers on the windowsill, closer to the sun and further from the bed so that she wouldn't breathe in any pollen that could make her frail lungs choke up. There was no dust in the nooks and crannies; the room was spotless. He had a briefing with Erwin and the rest in half an hour. More plans. More tactics. The whole world, or what they knew of it, was turning against them and Levi had no squad to rely on. Alone once more. He should be used to it by now. He should have gotten used to it the first time.

"The Frog Who Wished To Be As Big As The Ox."

They were moving nowhere. The identity of the female titan was still a mystery, but it was up to Erwin and Hanji to scratch their head over the possibilities. They had a new recruit, Arlert; he was proving as sharp as Erwin, perhaps more so. They would figure it out, Levi had no doubt about that. And once they did, his leg would be healed and his revenge would be due.

"There was a little Frog" "Whose home was in a bog," "And he worried 'cause he wasn't big enough." "He sees an ox and cries:" "That's just about my size," "If I stretch myself--Say Sister, see me puff!"

Levi's monotonous voice did absolutely nothing for the poem; it fell flat against the book open on his lap; next to the page with text was an obnoxiously colourful illustration of a fat, green frog sitting on a rock among some tall grass, surrounded by water — the pond, Levi assumed. He paused and studied the picture, feeling stupid, useless. Yeager was learning to control his titan and when Levi wasn't overseeing the experiments or wasn't attending a meeting with Erwin, he was in Petra's room. One of these days, she would wake up. He knew she would. And when that happened, he didn't want her to be alone, in silence. So he was there, reading, practicing, even if it was stupid.

"So he blew, blew, blew," "Saying: "Sister, will that do?" "But she shook her head. And then he lost his wits." "For he stretched and puffed again" "Till he cracked beneath the strain," "And burst, and flew about in little bits."

Levi grimaced. "—filthy."

[lawscopedarchived]

@seaoftales | sc. ( Tae-kyun )

“  I  look  so  different  from  my  idol  days,  I’m  surprised  people  still  recognize  me  when  I  dress  so  differently.”

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄  —  of  course,  people  could  recognize  his  face,  however,  his  style  now  compared  to  then  were  much  different.  As  JUNGMIN,  he  straightened  his  hair,  wore  contact  lenses,  looked  a  lot  more  put  together  —  like  an  idol  would,  typically.  However,  now,  as  Cheol-min  the  law  student  …  everything  was  much  more  relaxed.  Comfortable  clothes,  glasses  on,  way  more  often  than  not,  hair  tousled,  and  his  natural  waves  and  curls  more  apparent.   It  took  some  people  a  minute  to  recognize  him,  but  others  were  quicker  to  the  punch.

“You’re  from  XCape,  right?  I  remember  hearing  about  your  group.  Didn’t  expect  one  of  their  members  to  be  looking  for  me,  though?  I  don’t  …  perform  anymore.  What  do  you  need  from  me?”

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

@seaoftales found Daichi PhoenX

"Huh? Who are you?" The young sorcerer asks the person in question, the boy looks to have dirt and scratches on himself. It was like he was in a fight or something!

[onepiecc]

Stella x Shanks (@seaoftales)

Stella was saved by Shanks then became a member of his crew as the musician. Over time these two became closer and eventually became lovers. Their next great adventure is going to Grand Tesoro unknowingly meeting old faces once again. Commissioned by MiraToons

[sirensofthefiveseas]

@seaoftales liked for a short starter(coin flipped to Shamrock)

Rena froze in her playing, eyes narrowing as she caught sight of a figure she never thought she'd see again. Running away from Mary Geoise should've prevented her from seeing a Holy Knight. Her movements slowed down as she tried to subtly pack her violin away and keep him from noticing her.

[erobret]

@seaoftales

ROCKING . . . WHY WAS THE WORLD ROCKING . she could keep it . the slow tilting back and forth . it was foreign but also familiar . fingers twitched , feeling the fabric under them . sheets ? was she in a bed ? her limbs felt heavy . so tired . she felt so very tired . face scrunched before lids opened --- even they felt heavy . she looked up at the ceiling --- wooden ; planked . where was she . there was light shining through the windows . she could see the sky . was it sunset or sunrise ?

lilac hues explored where they could see before sliding over to beside her . she saw red ---- hair ; short and messy as if hands had been in multiple times . . . shanks . . . he was asleep . what time was it ? when was it ? how long had she been asleep ? she tried to move but all that came out of her was a groan of effort .