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Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

_{TEST DRIVE - joji - BALLADS 1
NEW ORLEANS - Brockhampton - iridescence
You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood - The Neighbourhood
Macaulay Culkin - JPEGMAFIA - Veteran
Where The Flower Blooms - Tyler, The Creator ft. Frank Ocean - Flower Boy
No Manners - Teyana Taylor - K.T.S.E
Provider - Frank Ocean - Singles
Come Back Baby - Pusha T - Daytona
Don't Play - Halsey - hopeless fountain kingdom
Ayala (Outro) - XXXTENTACION - 17}

of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Ages.

It felt like ages since Matt last saw his parents, saw Katie. And what felt like the millionth time of fighting for his life was only the fifth time over the course of a year when he heard Zarkon call for him with the waves and the quiet whispers that the water carried. He couldn't go back to his family when such a dangerous aura surrounded him, he wanted them to forget about him in case he lost his grip on reality in the arena. He wanted to either survive or win in silence, and now felt like the right time to get his head in the damn game.

He found himself standing in front of the platform in front of a line of quivering mermen and mermaids who - without a doubt - were thinking of friends. Of family. If they didn't have any of that, they remembered the way the sun shone against the water in the mornings, the way the crabs would quickly dig under the sand whenever the sun set. The way seashells felt against fingertips; cold yet warm and familiar. Such simple moments that somehow made life worth living if someone had enough patience to watch.

But sadly, the arena had nothing like this. Nothing like his sister's excited tone whenever she discovers a new trinket, his father's laugh or his mother's hugs. It was pain after pain after pain. Endless cycles of 'survival of the fittest'. Here there was a lucky win or a gruesome death. And seeing Shiro, the one person who spared him a no doubt painful injury, only made him fear more. Shiro was considered the strongest out of the bunch obviously by the way his muscles looked, but Matt knew that they both needed to leave. Needed to escape. And he wanted to help him, just as much as he helped him that fated day.

He watched as he flicked his tail across the back of the other thing's head and sent him flying down, mindlessly hitting rock bottom. He wanted to quietly cheer, spur him on to win, but he tried before and it got him with a scar across his back. He watched, endlessly careful with how he looked and acted, but he still watched.

You can do it, Shiro. You can make it.
He sent - with difficulty - through telepathy. He hoped it wouldn't break his focus, that it would just make him feel stronger.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Stupid writer's block.

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of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Keith could feel the hand coming up to stroke his cheek and he shut his eyes tightly, tighter than he expected he would, and touched it right back. He was scared he'd never feel that rough sandpaper-like skin under his fingertips again. And so, when the merman looked into his eyes he could sense the determination, and he hoped he would be able to withstand the pain. If not for Keith, then for his own sake. Soon the creature moved away to enter the water, and the man took a deep breath and silently watched him as he swam further and further away, stopping to look back at him.

He knew he would always remember this moment. Seeing Shiro from the shore, moonlight falling over him and lighting up his figure in the otherwise dark, black waters. He could only imagine how dark it must be down there, and he realized perhaps he too would have feared the night if he had to venture in endless loneliness, only soothed on the way by memories and a practiced ability to not think about the impending doom that awaited him. It must have been such a horrible life.

The bag soon floated over to him, guided by an almost magical current, and he immediately grabbed it. He was lost in it for a moment as the water slowly dripped off of it, cold and smelling like salt. He wondered how many adventures this bag has seen, and he knew Shiro left it with him for safekeeping. He trusted him, and Keith trusted him right back, hugging it a little to his chest as he gave a wave. It wasn't as happy as the wave from the night before; it was sad, fearful, anticipating. He believed in the merman, but worry could never leave his mind.

It was final. He was sleeping on the dock tonight. Shiro might have stopped him last night, but he won't now. He didn't care if he ended up sick. With a sense of finality, Keith waited until the merman disappeared before he ran up to the shack, gathering a pillow and his blanket, stubbornly deciding that sleeping on wood would be much better than sleeping up on his own in the shack, away from whatever happened in the sea. Besides, Shiro could come back, and - once he returned to the dock - he plopped his head down on the pillow and covered himself with the blanket, holding the bag to his chest as he watched the sea.

He was barely going to get sleep, but at least he had a reason to be so close to the sea now.

Lavender Radio Tower || Volume 02

_{weird vibes...}

Give Me Your Favorite Quote(s).

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.

Sun Tzu

What Are You Listening To?

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_{Big in Japan - Alphaville
Forever Young (1984)}

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of mer and men [Sheith Merman!AU]

Keith's eyes shot up again at the merman once he took his hands, relief washing over him when he realized he understood him. His heart felt a little lighter. He found himself longing for more of this comfort, this feeling of having someone accompanying him. It was a feeling he wasn't used to having, being so fiercely self-independent, but when he actually felt it for Shiro, it felt right. True. Like Shiro wasn't going to let him down.

But speaking of that feeling, he soon felt a more urgent tug at his hands. More pained eyes, and the realization hit him. No. No, not so soon. The raven-haired man wasn't prepared for this sudden wave of fear, like he was scared a part of him would wither away with time. He wanted to hold the merman, try to convince him to stay, but they both know that was impossible. The stronger merman was calling for Shiro, and there would be consequences if he didn't go. Even worse consequences.

Shiro's tail was irreparable, and the wound that Keith just recently took care of would be replaced by three more. Nothing would change, Shiro would just get hurt over and over again, and the human would be powerless to do anything. Just wait around and take care of the merman whenever he could come back to him. If he ever did come back to him. He had absolutely no way of knowing. Eyes glassy and wide, Keith slowly shaking his head like he was denying the reality of the situation, before he slowly wrapped his arms around the merman, pulling him into a hug. A silent goodbye.

He was scared. For him. The intensity of his fear caused him to strongly tug at some of the merman's hair, a hug filled with pain and anguish. Once he pulled away, it was only to put a hand under Shiro's and bring it up to his lips, mirroring the gesture from the night before. Gently and fleetingly, he kissed his knuckles, hand shaking. Please don't let me lose him.