Inspiration after reading this~ http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4896923/1/You_Cant_Take_the_Sky_from_Me
Ah wow, author here! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS. It’s lovely. The mood is fantastic, and I just ADORE the focus on the sky (also the shadows). I’m glad you enjoyed my story. <333333
Basically the sheer disconnect and lack of communal society that exists among the merpeople of the world has created a species where pods vary wildly among each other from time to time when it comes to traditions and ideals. Alfred talks about sirens later on in this universe, for example. They do exist, and they’re the same species as Alfred, but they’re merpeople with a… very different mindset than most other pods (and they’re mean XD).
I would say that many of the pods lean more socially conservative, but I do think that the closer one of them lives to human civilization, the more likely they are to have accepted some more modern societal norms, even if they still do stick to a more traditional view of sex and courtship (which is really just sort of logical for them, considering how few fish in the sea there are, literally).
You could argue that the level of disconnect and lack of a central anything is a bit problematic for keeping their species afloat (and it probably is), but that’s how it’s become since their age of greatness ended.
Another question - this one is for both ‘You Can’t Take The Sky From Me’-verse England and America from the same verse. What’s your favorite thing about one another? Be as descriptive as possible, please! ;D
England: T-that is… do you promise no one else is going to see this? You do? Then I suppose… it’s his spirit. That sounds rather silly, but when he came to me after being booted out of the military, I felt as if his spirit had been crushed, and it devastated me. He may be stupidly idealistic, but there’s something so genuine about him. And despite my own cynical nature, sometimes it rubs off on me and even I start feeling a bit optimistic.
…It doesn’t hurt that he’s… also rather attractive. *cough*
America: Haha. He’s really cute! Oh… I guess that’s not the answer you want? I kind of admire his passion. N-not like that! I-I mean how impassioned he gets, if that makes sense. Even when he didn’t like me at first, his words were so intense (I guess?) that… they really hurt me. And it’s weird to say that I admire that, but usually when people say stuff it just rolls off me. Not when England says it- for good or for bad, his words are kind of powerful. Or maybe they just have that affect on me. Haha. I don’t know. But I guess if that’s not a good enough answer, then his honor. I never thought a pirate could have it, but he does!
from You can’t Take The Sky From Me America- tell me something about your grandfather and the pocket watch you carry
Hey! I have a lot of memories of my grandpa actually. He passed away when I’d just become a teenager, but we spent a lot of time together before then. His death hit me really hard…
Anyway, he had a boat! Just a little sky-ship. And we’d sit out on the boat at night together, and sometimes Canada would be there as well, and he’d point out the stars to us and explain the constellations and stars and stuff. And he even taught us to navigate by them! Well… me at least. Canada didn’t pay much attention because (don’t tell anyone, it’s his secret), he’s actually really afraid of flying. He was okay on the boat because he always felt pretty safe around Grandpa, but any other time? He hates it.
As for the pocket watch, I don’t know that much about it. It’s an heirloom that’s been passed down for three generations (my grandpa, my dad, and me), but I don’t really know the make or model or anything. England looked at it recently and told me it wasn’t worth much, not even bringing in the fact that it’s broken, but that doesn’t really matter to me.
In which fic? XD
Hello all! I’m trying to get back into writing right now, as I’ve been on a frankly ridiculously long hiatus.
I will be America or England (or both, if you want to dictate a question to both of them) from ANY of my fics, and I will answer your questions ‘in character!’
Fics: You Can’t Take the Sky from Me, Finding Freedom, Cerulean, Royalty in Spades, Atlantis is Waiting, Hero Frequency, and The Faerie Path.
You can ask America and England anything you wish, or just tell them something, work to get a reaction out of them, whatever. If you really wish to ask another character from one of my stories a question, you can do that as well. :D
Have fun, and I hope to get a lot of stuff! You are welcome to ask anonymously.
Please do this if you read my stuff. It would be a wonderful thing to get my creative juices flowing. You can ask as many questions as you wish. <33333
To show you that I’m alive and still writing. :)
Alfred found himself counting down the days until summer equinox, but not with excitement. He was worried. He was a hero, and he knew it. And he knew that he was going to put his all into saving Arthur, and he was going to succeed. But he was still scared, even if he didn’t dare admit it to Arthur.
Arthur talked a lot about the fae. He explained the complexities of the court, educated him on the culture, and told him everything he knew about each individual member of the fae that he had knowledge of. It was, Arthur admitted, most likely far more than Alfred would ever need to know. But it was best that Alfred knew more rather than less, he explained. Because the more the Alfred knew, the easier it may be to succeed at his mission and not fall prey to their deceptions. And the more that Arthur taught him, the more he learned about the depth and breadth of their power and the cleverness of their kind, the more nervous he became.
“The Queen will try to seduce you with her beauty, no doubt about that,” Arthur explained. “I know that you don’t think it will work, and I believe you, but trust me in saying that you must be careful. Of course you mustn’t fall prey to her charms, but you also must not spurn her.”
“What exactly do you mean by that?” Alfred asked. The two were sitting in the garden, their hands covered in dirt and their knees dirty with grass stains and wet soil.
“If you express disgust toward her, she will only become angrier, and it will be more difficult to deal with her and make a deal,” he continued. “Flatter her, even if you don’t mean it. It’s best for her to think that you respect her and find her appealing. Not only will she not grow angrier, but she’ll also think that your mind is more malleable than it is, that you’re at least partially under her control.”
“She’ll underestimate me?”
“Precisely. And the less she thinks of you, the better.”
Alfred nodded, patting down a clump of soil as he did so. He wiped his hands on his pants and bit his lip in thought. “That makes sense.”
He thought he could handle that, Alfred considered. It might be difficult for him to rein in his fury regarding Arthur’s situation when around the faerie queen, for indeed it would be her that Arthur thought Alfred would have to make a deal with, but for Arthur he would. And he wouldn’t let himself be afraid, because if Arthur knew he was nervous, frightened even, he would try his damndest to get Alfred not to do it. He’d go back to how he was before, when he’d brushed off Alfred’s insistence upon saving him as sweet but silly, brave but impossible. Before he’d fully realized the truth behind Alfred’s conviction, the depth behind his feelings.
A quick little birthday present for accioharo! Thanks for the inspiration of your lovely stories! ^^
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