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PSA - Probable Activity Change/Mains & Exclusives

Alright loves, I’ve got a few changes coming my way. In the next week I’ll be going back to school ( full time ) and starting a new job. My free time is going to be more limited than it has been in the last several months. While nothing is set in stone because I want to try a few things and see what works best, my plan for right now is to do replies on the weekends and queue them to come out during the week on most of my blogs. I may be around some during the week to send some memes and spam the dash with things, but replies are gonna have to wait for the weekend. During the week, I’ll mostly be on my main blog ( @starspangled ) so you can find me there if you need me. On a similar note, as of now I am only SELECTIVELY accepting new threads. It’s not meant to be offensive to anyone, it really is just a time crunch. I may end up putting a blog or two on a semi-hiatus, but hopefully I can avoid that. I should know by the end of the week what my schedule is going to look like. Thank you guys for your understanding and patience! Side Note ; As it’s a new year and I’m trying to be more selective, I’m thinking I may want to go the mains/exclusives route. I want my time on here to count, to be able to really develop my muses and their relationships. If you’re interested in that, feel free to drop me a line and we’ll talk it out?

#| ; psa ; |#( queue tag pending. )

districtattorneydent:

“ Well, I don’t know what I could HELP you with regarding METAHUMANS and wars, but… ” There’s a LIGHT shrug of his shoulders– still not QUITE able to comprehend JUST exactly WHY he’s been chosen to join a team of MISFIT toys. All except for the fact that Harvey wanted PEACE. Not only in Gotham City, and YET it had to start SOMEWHERE. The DA rests his chin on his knuckles, listening to the… METAHUMAN with intent. “ I feel like I should ASK about this new life of yours.. but I’m NOT sure I WANT to know. ” Not for the IDEA of segregation, but the LESS Harvey knew about the other WORLDS, the better. “ I want to help everyone. Even the metahumans and not quite humans, Mr…? Us and them will only PROVIDE further means of segregation. Worse than races, I AGREE with you. So, what is it EXACTLY that you need me to do? ”

If Arthur had learned anything since the day Bruce Wayne darkened his doorstep, it was that help and RESOURCES alike could come from anywhere. From ANYONE. They had the warriors, those willing to physically fight the war coming. But they knew it wasn’t enough. LUTHOR knew it wasn’t enough. He had waged a competitive game. It was time to rise to the occasion. And that meant doing more than fighting. They needed to work with the humans. Create a dialogue. UNITE with them instead of working in the shadows. And Harvey was their best, if not their ONLY, hope of doing that. ❝ Curry. Arthur Curry. All you really need to know is I once called your world my only home, and I will still protect it with the same ferocity as if it WAS. How we think you can help with that is talking to people. Using your influence, and your god given ability to make people SEE to help establish trust between humans and meta humans. We don’t want what happened with Doomsday to happen again. We don’t want humans kept in the dark about their own safety. We want them to be READY. To fight back in whatever way they can. What we’re asking you to do is help us communicate that. They won’t listen to us. Your government, especially. But they might listen to YOU. ❞

#districtattorneydent #| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |#( haha tbh honest arthur would just drop the bomb )#( then be like you're good you can handle this )#( ya know once you regain consciousness )

iustitiaobtinet:

Diana couldn’t remember everything at all. She just remembered blackness and that was it. There were dreams, no, nightmares that had plagued the blackness which had been broken by a rumbling roar of words that game in as a jumbled mess as she bagan to regain consciousness. The warrior felt groggy, light headed and she imagined that had she been mortal, maybe it was what a hangover might feel like. Even as she regained herself, Diana didn’t move. She was trying to listen, to gauge exactly what was happening to her. She remembered searching for a meta, memories slowly breaking through the blackness into vivid reality. Something had taken them and as Arthur rolled her onto her back, she remembered more. It did seem that their hunt for the meta, may have in fact been a trap. Shadows danced along the walls as the torch light danced along the walls. Sitting up, she gained herself and then heard Arthur yell into the nothingness. She had definitely heard a voice. After a few more moments, she stood slowly and placed a hand gently on his shoulder, “Calm yourself, Arthur.” She warned, giving him a knowing glance. “If you threaten, we might not got any answers…..” She pointed out as she looked around the room they were in. It was most definitely a cell. “I have a feeling were here for someone else’s sick games….” She pursed her lips and addressed the darkness, as he had. “We deserve an explanation, you took us from our home without warning. Explain yourselves now or you want like it when we’re both angry.” For now, she was remaining calm. She had to be right then.

It took a heady amount of self CONTROL to keep from defying her advice. ‘Calm’ wasn’t in his dictionary in situations like these. They were in DANGER. The details might be hazy, but they had been brought here against their wills. Attacked and abducted. There wouldn’t be good intentions to be had here. However, there was no arguing there was some truth to her words. Right now anger would get them nowhere. He would just SAVE it for when he could wrap his hands around someone’s throat. Giving her a reluctant nod, some of the tenseness faded from his shoulders as he examined the room more closely. No answer came for either of their demands, and he doubted it would. Right now, they held all the cards. The two of them would have to play the waiting game to gain the upper hand. ❝ I don’t think they fear our displeasure, ❞ he commented dryly, gaze drifting back to hers, ❝ but they will. ❞ Just long enough to see the ERROR of their ways before he granted them the mercy of death. The world was in a precarious position. They didn’t have TIME for these games. Pacing a few steps to the side, he traced his hand along the rough surface of the stone wall. No way to grip it. There was a chance they could break through it, but it was far from a SOLID plan. Too many unknowns. He wouldn’t put them at risk to sate his BLOODLUST. Drawing a breath, his brows furrowed as he tried to think back on what might have been leading up to this, ❝ Do you think this is Luthor’s doing? ❞

#iustitiaobtinet #| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |

| @gotyouakitty |

❝ free me from this false prison you FOOLISH mortals! ❞ his voice echoed around him, his RAGE thundering off the walls. the restraints that had been holding him to the sad EXCUSE of a bed lay torn to shreds on the floor. he stood in front of the reinforced glass, FURY etched in every line of his face. the drugs they’d shot him up with were still in his system, DULLING his strength. but already there was a CRACK forming in the glass from the impact of his fists. with a ROAR of anger, he rose them again, slamming them against the glass so hard he felt the tremors in his BONES. the crack lengthened. they would PAY for this. THIS was his thanks for holding peace between their realms? imprisoning him like a common criminal? he couldn’t remember how he’d ended up here, but it hardly mattered. all that mattered was getting out and back to the SEA.

#gotyouakitty #| ᵛ; ᵃʳᵗʰᵘʳ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃᵗˡᵃⁿᵗⁱˢ! |#( ok so this might be somewhat inspired by the scene in thor when he wakes up in the hospital ;3 )#( anywho this is from my verse where arthur was born in atlantis )#( and has little to no exposure to the human world )#( hope this works! )

districtattorneydent:

He’s not SURE why he’s taking it so well. Maybe it’s the account that Gotham had its FAIR SHARE of freaks. Or perhaps it was a RESULT of not understanding the threat to the fullest– an ignorance that MOST humans seemed to have. Whoever this person was, if PEACE was their goal, Dent would be ready to SIDE with them. But until he KNEW that was the case. “ I certainly don’t think I’m qualified to say I know the extent. I’m willing to go SO FAR as to say I’m PROBABLY relatively naive to the situation. ” HOW could he bring peace on a topic he knew NEXT to nothing about. He CERTAINLY didn’t know near as much as his client SEEMED to. “ So you’re a meta-human too. ” A pause as he shrugs lightly. “ I’m willing to hear you out. But I want to know that your goal is really PEACE– that you’re prepared to defend the human race AS WELL if whatever war DOES comes around. I hope you can understand? ”

❝ we’re ALL naive to the situation. at least in one aspect or another. we’ve come together for just that reason. COMBINING our strengths, and our knowledge. ❞ arthur explained levelly, UNCONCERNED with dent’s lack of his faith in his qualifications. no one counted themselves QUALIFIED for this; it was uncharted waters for them all. but he was by FAR the best choice. case in point ; he was willing to work with meta-humans without batting an eyelash. hell his entrance alone would have chased away half of WASHINGTON. but not dent. he wanted peace, and he was wise enough to know peace in this world had to be INCLUSIVE. he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. his too-blue eyes honed in on the d.a.’s, not so much as a WHISPER of insincerity in his tone when he spoke, ❝ i may have EMBRACED a new life, but i have not forgotten the one i came from. humans are just as VALUABLE as my own people. i have been working to hold peace between this world and mine for years now. this is just another step of ENSURING lasting peace. i can see in your eyes how much you want to help your fellow man. know that i feel the same. i don’t want to develop the us and them mind set, mr. dent. i see PEOPLE that are worth saving. no matter where they come from. ❞

#| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |#districtattorneydent #( OMG i'm SO sorry this is so late! )#( it never showed up in my feed! D: )#( but srsly harvey join the jl )#( yas x 1000000 )#( he's still trying to ease him in bless his heart )#( he's not looking forward to being like hey yeah by the way i'm the king of the ocean )

reportcrlady:

Lois raised her eyebrows at the stranger. Judging from the way that he spoke of the metahuman, and his hesitance to answer her questions on the subject as a whole, she guessed that he had a closer connection to the story than she had first assumed. Which meant that he was hiding something. Maybe she was closer to the story than she thought. She could hope, anyway. Her instincts hadn’t ever steered her wrong before, and she felt like she was almost close enough to have her answers.

❛❛ You’re right—— I don’t know this place, but nothing stays insignificant forever. Especially not someone like this. The fact that he is helping the whole town is exactly what is going to keep gathering attention. I doubt I’m the first person to come asking questions about him. And I won’t be the last. Eventually someone is going to figure out who he is.

Of course he didn’t know that she wasn’t going to allow that to happen. She planned on being the person to discover just who he was.

Lois paused, hands resting on the worn wooden counter. She herself took a few moments before speaking again.

❛❛ Well maybe if they listened to what I had to say, they’d know that I’m not trying to expose him.

This story was more personal than that. This investigating wasn’t for any particular story per se. At least none yet.

he should have walked AWAY. all he was doing was feeding her curiosity. she wasn’t going to give up that EASILY. and he was beginning to realize they were only talking in circles. prodding at one another, WAITING for the other to either back DOWN or fess up. he’d said too much as it was. she wasn’t some CURIOUS onlooker letting her curiosity get the better of her. she was DETERMINED. if he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was almost ... - PERSONAL. didn’t help that she was RIGHT. he’d known from the beginning eventually someone would come ASKING the questions he couldn’t give them answers to. but what was he supposed to do? stay in the COMFORT of his kingdom while the people he’d grown up with starved? eventually he gave her a stiff nod, eyes fixed pointedly on his glass. but just as he was getting ready to make a FLIMSY excuse about having somewhere to be, her confession made him PAUSE. surprise burned in his gaze as he met her eyes again, STUDYING her for any sign of falseness. but he found NONE. she didn’t strike him as the DISHONEST type. but if she didn’t want to expose him ... - what DID she want? ❝ you’d be the FIRST. what do you want from this, if not to expose the whole story? ❞. he sounded TOO interested, but he had to know. he knew she wasn’t going to REST, and he needed to know what he was facing. and ... - something about the rawness of her answer made him think maybe she wasn’t a THREAT. some of the hardness of his features FADED as he watched her, his head tilting faintly to the side as he spoke, ❝ i don’t mean to make assumptions about you, ms. lane, but i get the feeling there’s more to your interest than just mild CURIOSITY? ❞

#reportcrlady #| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |

LIKE for a starter !!

#( ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ !! )#( commee ppllaayy )

thekingstide

ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴ ♆ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴀ

ind. & sel. arthur curry | dceu | multiverse/multiship

#( self promo. )#aquaman rp #arthur curry rp #indie aquaman #dceu rp

justiceleague

Jason Momoa behind the scenes of Justice League

#♆ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ˢᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵃᵗˡᵃⁿᵗⁱˢ ♆#( holy CHEESE )#( YAS )

harlykinns:

Lips PURSE as if she’s actually putting some THOUGHT into his suggestion. Like she’d really ditch a life of CRIME (not that he knew that little fact about her) to get RICH off of selling FLOATING cars. Honestly? It’s not too FAR FETCHED.…WEIRDER things have happened to not only her but other people.

“Planes got ‘em why can’t cars, yanno? Think I got me a brilliant idea, Mister. Don’t go stealin’ it…I know what harbor ya link t’lurk ‘round.”

Her tone is TEASING, a soft CHUCKLE of amusement sounding from the blonde in APPRECIATION to the LIGHTNESS of the conversation. Despite the JOKE, she notices how BOTHERED he seems to be by her lack of ABILITY to swim.

“Maybe…possibly…I dunno, it’s a lil’ late t’ask for a swimmin’ lesson, huh?”

SHRUGGING, she can almost SENSE the lingering question at the tip of his tongue. There’s RELIEF that he doesn’t PRY beyond that, that there seems to be a MUTUAL understanding of what they CAN and CANNOT ask—an UNSPOKEN boundary line that aren’t crossing. A couple DIFFERENT responses pop into her head at his question—she could always go HOME, that was the plan after all, but she’s not sure if she’s ready to face the DISAPPOINTMENT if J isn’t there or be in RAGE if he is. So she’s settling for the safe house, it’s probably better to keep a low profile anyways.

“I gotta place not too far from here. Near the docks. If ya got somewhere t’be, I ain’t gonna hold ya up. I can manage jus’ fine by m’self.”

while he couldn’t attest to what planes did or didn’t have ( he knew the SEAS like the back of his hand, but he’d barely ventured the LAND ), he saw no reason to burst her bubble. and it seemed to him if anyone could sell a FLOATING device bursting from a car in case of unforeseen water travel, it was her. another smile, GENUINE and wide, spread across his lips as he held up his hand in a mock oath, ❝ i wouldn’t DREAM of it. besides, i’m not sure i’d have the same luck selling such a thing. ❞ people skills above the water weren’t exactly his FORTE. and though swimming wasn’t exactly hers ... - it didn’t have to be that way. maybe it was going a step TOO far, taking a risk he probably shouldn’t, but he found himself mirroring her shrug, gaze settled on hers, ❝ why not? consider it RESEARCH for the car pitch. ❞ they knew almost nothing of each other ( and it was safe to gamble they were both CONCEALING a good deal, too ) but he liked her company. she was easy to be around. and ACCEPTANCE wasn’t something he’d grown accustomed to. which is why when she gave him an OUT, he wasn’t at all inclined to take it. he wasn’t ready to part ways yet, and he didn’t like the idea of leaving her ALONE. she was obviously MORE than capable of handling herself, but it seemed clear the deck was stacked against her, ❝ i don’t doubt you can. but if it’s all the same to you ... - i wouldn’t mind the company. unless you’d rather be alone? ❞ he glanced sideways at her, wondering at her REACTION. this was uncharted territory for him, and their circumstances were COMPLICATED at best. especially as he was convinced at this point she’d been ABANDONED by a significant other at the bottom of the harbor. but, it was worth a shot, right? continuing down the road, the outline of a collection of warehouses near the docks began to MATERIALIZE out of the darkness. the SIRENS had died down. by now they were probably fishing the remains of her car out of the water. he chewed on his lower lip for a moment before adding with a half-grin, ❝ besides, we haven’t arranged that swim lesson. ❞

#harlykinns #| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |#( introducing arthur the awkward potato ;3 )

| @iustitiaobtinet | ❝ welcome earth dwellers, to your new DESTINY! ❞ the voice THUNDERED through the stone cell, shocking him from an UNSTEADY sleep. his eyelids were heavy, a dull ACHE radiating through his body as he struggled to pull himself off the ground. diana lay sprawled next to him and he quickly stooped to examine her, breathing a sigh of RELIEF when he found her PULSE. however that was just the BEGINNING of their problems. his gaze flickered around them. they were locked in a small stone room, with seemingly no DOOR. the only light came from a few low hanging torches along the wall. there was no sign of whoever had SPOKEN. his memories were HAZY at best. flashes of an ATTACK when he and diana had been searching for another meta-human. it had all happened so QUICKLY he didn’t even see who their foes were before he was knocked out. anger and weariness waged war within him. there was no denying the dire nature of their situation ; but he would FIGHT with his dying breath. after rolling diana on to her back and giving her shoulder a nudge, trying to stir her, he stood again, glaring around the room at the enemy who chose to remain in the shadows. FURY burned in his gaze, his own voice echoing back in a menacing SNARL, ❝ you WILL release us. don’t die a COWARD! come out and FACE ME! ❞

#iustitiaobtinet #| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |#( apologies for the wait doll! )

reportcrlady:

❛❛ Lane. Lois Lane. ❜❜

Finishing the remainder of her drink, Lois pushed her glass further back on the counter that was in front of her.

She struggled to fight back her own smile at his words, and at the skepticism in his voice. He made it sound so unlikely—— so unfathomable, when in reality, her former boyfriend had been an alien, and currently, she was doing her best to beat a man, who dressed up like a bat in his spare time, to the story that she suspected was right under her nose.

❛❛ Maybe not, but someone like that isn’t going to manage to stay under the radar forever. Someone has to be willing to talk, to have some sort of information on him. ❜❜

If not, well, the man had to return to the sea eventually. She’d be there waiting when he did.

Another pause, and Lois turned her head from the stranger.

❛❛ You live here, and you’ve NEVER heard anything about this merman? ❜❜

That she found interesting— especially considering how quick he was to defend the man’s actions. He spoke like all of the other natives that she’d spoken to throughout the day. The ones who had denied any knowledge whatsoever.

he WISHED she was wrong. it would have been nice to be able to write her off as some overly AMBITIOUS reporter grasping at straws. a relief that he would have WELCOMED with open arms. but he knew how far off base that assumption would be. lois, as she introduced herself as, was INTELLIGENT. determined, too. she knew enough to be a PROBLEM. ❝ mm, ❞. a NONCOMMITTAL grunt met her deductions. he retrieved his glass from the bar, taking a measured sip to buy a few needed moments. what she didn’t understand was that digging around in this was DANGEROUS. the two worlds he balanced were far from being at peace. her people were WEARY of the unknown ; his were HUNGRY to come out of the shadows. ANGRY at the persecution they’d faced. arthur might have been their KING, but that didn’t stop their THIRST to make a point. the last thing he needed was this woman giving them ample opportunity to do it. but he couldn’t TELL her. he couldn’t tell ANYONE. as FRUSTRATING as the situation was, those people were his BLOOD. they bowed before him and swore their loyalty. he was WORKING for peace, but the world wasn’t ready for it yet. he couldn’t RISK them. a tired sigh escaped his lips as he set his now empty glass down. she needed to DROP it. for her own sake as much as anyone else’s. ❝ i’ve heard he’s a man trying to HELP. you don’t know this place, lois. you haven’t seen how INSIGNIFICANT we are to the world. everyone here has gone HUNGRY. have you ever experienced that? not having your BASIC human needs met? it’s TERRIFYING. so when someone shows up and prevents that from happening again, people don’t ask questions. they don’t WANT to. i think you’ll find that’s why no one has told you MORE. imagine what it would be like to say too much, to cause something to happen that would PREVENT him from coming back. to condemn EVERYONE around you to going without again, just to sate the curiosity of a woman you don’t know from eve. ❞

#reportcrlady #| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |

harlykinns :

There’s a simple NOD of her that CONFIRMS Alaska it is then. Really, she’s in NO position to ask questions. It’s BETTER this way, EASIER to go about this RANDOM cross of paths without there being much TRUTH between them. The chances of them meeting again…MINIMAL—so a FEW white lies and WITHHOLDING certain pieces of information PROTECTS them both from WHATEVER it is they’re HIDING from.

“I’m a lil’ disappointed that expensive piece’a junk didn’t come wit’ a life raft. Think I can file a complaint wit’ the’ car manufacturers:”

Only she’s capable of turning a near DEATH experience into a JOKE. If only he knew how MANY times she’s NARROWLY escaped her well deserved END, he’d find the HUMOR in her late night ANTICS as well. Plus, the LAUGHTER is a way to COPE with the idea that either her Puddin’ is resting PEACEFULLY at the bottom of the harbor ir he ESCAPED into the comfort of their home WITHOUT her.

Her SHADOW no longer at her side causes Harley to HALT as well. Her head turns enough to GLANCE at him over her shoulder, an eyebrow ARCHING at the look on his face. There’s a simple shake of her head NO before she VERBALLY responds.

“—nuh uh neva. That ain’t weird or nothin’, plenty o’people don’t know how t’swim…right?”

he was MILDLY tempted to remind her the city might want to file a complaint about HER and whoever her friend had been for playing midnight DIVE in the harbor. however he found her sense of humor amusing. a welcome change after MONTHS spent trying to bring order to his home, only returning to the surface to bring food to his former home. it was a bleak and uncertain existence. few reasons to SMILE. he wondered if after her night, she was in just as great a NEED for a laugh. lips quirking, he gave a nonchalant shrug, a glint of MISCHIEF in his eyes, ❝ why give them the credit? patton it for yourself. make millions. go down in history as the first woman to think of putting a LIFERAFT in a car. ❞ what kind of MARKET would there be for such a thing outside a girl whose appearance bore slight resemblance to a CLOWN? though he supposed it was a real necessity for her. granted, one could argue he was a little more than BIASED on the subject of swimming, the thought of someone not being able to SURVIVE in water was unheard of to him. ❝ i hope not, ❞ he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief as he continued on after her, more TROUBLED than he should be at her revelation. had the person driving the car KNOWN she couldn’t swim? surely they wouldn’t have risked it if they knew? he peered sideways at her, remembering how STILL she’d been when he found her. how close to DEATH. he ALMOST asked ... - but again it didn’t seem his place. of course, it wasn’t his place to be ANGRY at the faceless person who’d escaped the incident, either. instead he settled for the other thought weighing on him. ❝ you should learn. never hurts to know. ❞ his tone was simple. non-judgmental. why did he CARE? avoiding the UNSETTLING question plaguing his thoughts, he focused his curiosity elsewhere. ❝ do i get to ask where we’re going? ❞

#harlykinns #| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |

reportcrlady:

She waited several moments after he was finished before replying, instead taking her time to finish her drink and shut her notebook which was still on the counter in front of her.

He was right, after all. It was a long way to come for someone who supposedly fed the locals during wintertime.

If only she had been convinced that it was that simple.

❛❛ I’m not sure that’s all it is. According to the stories I’ve heard, this man comes from the sea. During the high tide. Someone like that—— that’s worth coming to investigate. ❜❜

Anyway, if her instincts were true, ( and she could count on one hand the few times that they weren’t. ) she needed to beat Bruce to the story. Seeing as how she had a feeling that he hadn’t been entirely truthful with her, she needed to figure things out for herself.

❛❛ You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that? ❜❜

there didn’t seem to be any deterring this woman. he couldn’t exactly FAULT her for it ; she was right. there was more to the story. most likely plenty of the natives knew that, as well. they’d all just remained diplomatically silent amid the rumors because they’d benefited from the ‘man from the sea’. it was a system that worked just fine ... - until someone came asking QUESTIONS. how long would she stay? how many people would she ask? he would be bringing in fish that very night, would this woman be pacing the shore, trying to figure the mystery out for herself? he wouldn’t put it past her. ❝ the king tide makes for prime fishing conditions. as for coming from the sea, you don’t really believe there’s a man out there, living in the ocean and washing up on shore to deliver some fish? ❞ while his tone was full of SKEPTICISM, he found it difficult to keep from smirking. when he said it all aloud, his life sounded a bit like a COMIC BOOK. he glanced towards her now closed notebooks, wondering if she’d found out anything of substance so far. while she hadn’t let on to much, it didn’t mean she didn’t have any leads. he really should have stayed in the WATER. ❝ me personally? not a thing. except this, ❞ he turned slightly, sitting up to his full height, stretching the stiff muscles in his back as he did, ❝ even if there was such a man, i think you’d find everyone around here wouldn’t be grateful for ‘answers’. this isn’t a news-starving city, ms. .. ? ❞ he paused, waiting for her name before going on, ❝ around here, we’re grateful not to STARVE, not for an expose about a merman. ❞

#ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᶜʳˡᵃᵈʸ #| ᵛ; ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵈᵉ |#| ᵗ; ᵒᵖᵉⁿ |#( for fuck's sake arthur why don't you just get your trident and scream IT'S ME IT'S ME :X )

apparently the tumblr shit fairy decided to pay me a visit and unfollow about 90% of the people i was following. sweet, huh? i’m in the process of refollowing, apologies to everyone affected !!