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I think I'm finally getting out of my mental rut and able to create more than just little venty things- So here's some more Mermay in the meantime while I work on your commissions!

This is part of my take on leviathantale and the universe, where Nightmare wishes to take hold of the other leviathan's territories and start a war against humanity. The text is from his perspective, more of an internal monologue than any actual document entry, and may be worded a bit strangely as merfolk do not communicate through language, this just being an approximation of his thoughts. I want to make ones for Killer, Cross, and Dust as well but I'm not sure if I'll ever get to it-

Textless version under the cut :]

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Geno’s so cooked 💔

Prompt: Precious

Leviathantale by @skumhuu

Two more to go!

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Ya know, this is actually the third year that I've drawn for MerMay. Its actually kinda fun to keep drawing this particular story. And no one's noticed that they are all part of the same storyline. Though, I don't blame anyone for not noticing. The first two are kinda obscure and it hasn't really progressed to the point of actually knowing what's going on. But it has been rather fun to me.

Edit: I forgot the bubbles when I initially posted. The whole reason for why I draw on my XP Pen tablet connected to my computer because I have that bubble brush. lol

Also, if anyone's wondering why no Cross or Dream, Cross went with Dream to protect him while he sunbathes. And if anyone is also wondering where Lucida is, she's behind the point of view with Nightmare. Another thing too, you can't see it very well, but Dust is holding one of his skeleton fish buddies. Oh, and fun fact, Auberon's circlet usually has moonstone as the gem, but I decided that in this au its a pearl instead. Probably no one would have noticed tho. Edit: Let me retag some people to show the difference: @lizzie-tempest @aylish91 @coffeeandbooks-off @dawnpool-works @miracle-negative

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I forgot about mermay…

•Gentle Lullabies

•Murmurs of purrs

I so much love fish💕

Leviathantale belongs to @skumhuu

Deep sea fish au belongs to me

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Last of the Leviathantale mermay prompts! Can’t believe I finally completed a bingo lmao even tho I’m lowk bad at following themes

Just a sketch this time of the Prompt: Frills and Trills

Leviathantale by @skumhuu

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More mermay!

Under the Night Sky

Leviathantale belongs to @skumhuu

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Mermay: Murmurs of Purrs! One more until a bingo ☺️ The last will be Frills and Trills!

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Little Cross and Dream Leviathantale with a lil bit of existential dread! Decided to write out the rest of the prompts instead of draw em

Prompt: Surface Tension

One more to go!

Leviathantale by @skumhuu

The sea was a terrifying thing, Cross realized.

The open oceans were deep, perhaps deeper, until it reached a bottomless chasm that sometimes spoke to him when he had grown hungrier and prey scarcer. Years before, before when water and prey and hunger was all he knew, he’d swim, maybe in grief, or a frenzy (he couldn’t possibly know), with his mind growing in a hysteria and blurring at the edges of his vision until all he really saw were awful inky black tendrils coiling and sloshing into shapes that curled in around him. Deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

After that, he stuck with hunting near the surface.

It was somewhat calm up here, with gentle waves and a soothing light that warmed his bones and filled his vision with the open skies, (the ocean–he was in the ocean. There was no sky here), as the great bright glare of the sun illuminated as far as the eye could see.

The deep below was terrifying still, but up near the surface he’d be half inclined to call it home. His favorite moments free were of gentle cruising along the surface where the ocean met the sky, particularly near the middle of the hottest part of the year, (summer, the doctor called it, or was it spring?), where his mind was clear and scars but a forgiving ache.

However, the thing about the perils of good memories is that they tend to be overshadowed by the bad.

Today was a particularly bad day, where he’d gone sometime without a full meal. Worst still, each and every hunt was a bigger failure than the last. After each attempt, he’d bite his tongue, whip his tail in its great length, and try again.

So, now, there he was, hiding amongst the stalks of tall seagrass as they swayed and danced around him in tune with the push of the sea. He saw–in his mind’s eye, overbearing and all too hungry–a school of medium fish just toward the coastline of strange shapes of coral, swimming in a controlled group of mass. Cross lashed his tail once more and swallowed his anticipation.

“Just a few of those will keep me satisfied until tomorrow.”

Until tomorrow, then he’d have to hunt again, and after that the day after, and, after that, the day afterward. Days blended to months as months blended to years–and, yet, he was still so hungry; Never full and never satisfied. He bit down his thoughts and stalked toward the mass of fish.

“Almost there.”

He was so close, so close he could taste the iron tang of blood and the bated thrill of food reaching his teeth. So close, he could hear the gnashing of his sharp fangs and the thrashing of his tail, all so ready to tear through skin and whip through meat.

Then, instantaneously, anticipation and excitement made way for shock and hunger as the fish suddenly dispersed in a bright golden glow.

“No!”

He grit his teeth, and, without thinking, (stupidly) swam forward, toward the light, the swash of water beating his skull in a drum of hysteria as he pounced on… something.

“Gah!”

It made a sound, a sentient yelp that quickly snapped Cross out of his frenzy. He wrinkled his nose, glaring down at the light as he addressed… them. He pulled back as they readjusted themselves.

The other was a skeleton, like him, with an impossibly gold tail that shone with a brilliance that reminded Cross only of the sun. Their eyes were equally bright–so radiant that it made no room for the overcast of apathy he’d seen in his own eyes that one time Cross had seen his reflection. Impossibly bright, impossibly blinding. Cross’s glare only grew hotter.

The other leveled their golden eyes on him, indignant, and spoke.

“Well, aren’t you going to eat me?”

Cross’s glare faltered, stilled his tail, and contemplated the tone of voice they used. In the years he’d been in the ocean, not once had he encountered a mer that didn’t greet him with fear or hostility. He was a shark, so it was expected for others to be wary of him. He told himself that isolation was for the best, the betterment of him and that awful hunger that reminded him of its presence often. Then, why hadn’t fear made way into the face of the other?

“I don’t eat other mers,” he finally said. The golden mer quirked their brows.

“Really.” (What was so unbelievable about that?) They sounded amused. ��But you’re a shark.”

“So what?” Cross bristled. He knew it was ridiculous to be offended by such a simple remark. He supposed his years of isolation had turned him sensitive to simple conversation. “So what if I am? If I don’t eat other mers then I don’t eat other mers.”

The other seemed to get elastic. (What were they so happy about?). Their bright fins bellowed around the water, bright and soft looking as they swam around Cross in mild interest. The golden mer regarded the red tip of his long tail with curiosity. Cross moved away slightly, agitated.

“You’re so hungry, and yet you won’t eat me,” the other mused, “and for what? Taste?” he paused, addressing Cross with a stare so assured of itself that, terrifyingly, Cross had an inkling to believe anything the other said, and, therefore, believe he, himself, was wrong. The mer finished; “Morals?”

Cross shook the feeling and scoffed. This was a strange encounter that gave him nothing. His belly was still empty and night was fast approaching. “What does it matter?” He turned to leave. “I have no idea how you’ve survived up until now with that bright tail of yours. You’ll be lunch before you get the answer to your question.”

Irritatingly, the mer followed, persistent in their path as Cross swam faster.

“I bet I, any mer, would taste the same as any prey around here.” The mer stated, still light and amused. “Just because I speak and think the same exact way that you do doesn’t mean that I’m any less prey than the fish you were trying to hunt.”

They were right. Cross, in the deepest pit of his stomach and the darkest, hungriest parts of his mind, knew the other was right. Nothing, not empathy or the capabilities of thought and emotions separated meat from meat and blood from blood. Either if his prey thrashed between his jaws in animalistic instinct, or begged and pleaded for their life with the ability of reasoning and sentience, his belly would be filled all the same.

Yet, maybe in his naivety, Cross thought, and thought again. He thought about the golden stare of the mer and its brilliance that knew and was assured that they were right. No room for transparency, only an old, knowing understanding that already seemed to know its answer. Finally, he said;

“I don’t know. I really, really don’t know. I don’t want to hurt you or anybody.” He thought about his hunger that still nagged. “I just want to live another day. I’m selfish. If killing and eating keeps me alive until tomorrow then so be it. Prey that thrashes and fights back without me looking into its eyes and seeing myself who thinks and breathes and feels like me then I will take that over anything sentient. Empathy, guilt, is a horrible thing.”

Cross had the grit to look back at the mer. They still had that golden stare, all knowing and obscure. Then, as if a great burden and pain heaved itself from their shoulders, they smiled. A small, content upturn of two corners that glowed with all things pleasant and everything positive. It washed over Cross like summer, spring.

“Seems as if I’ve proved Nightmare wrong once again,” they said, and, with a gesture unknown to Cross, held out their hand, “my name is Dream.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65493805/chapters/168653440#workskin

Puppy Pile (Seafood Adventures)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65493805/chapters/168654154#workskin

Freebie (Leviathantale)

Jackpot!

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I love Kraken Nightmare

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/4809964

Visit my MerMay series.

I already got my first BINGO of the season completed.

I aim for a second BINGO and the finale will be a throwback to my last year's Freebie by using this year's Freebie.

Keep visiting.

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greener where you water it or whatever

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MERMAYYYYY

prompt: frills and trills :]

why did the quality go down ==

prompt list by Skumhuu :3

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Shattered Ice Reaper is kinda jealous :3

Mermay Bingo by skumhuu!

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Mermay day 15 - Free Space

This chapter has been inspired by @ancha-aus and I's ramble once again ! :D

Thank you for the idea friend :D

- Leviathantale -

Geno takes Reaper to a popular spot for selkies to nap and relax.

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Reaper was... anxious. Excited and anxious. Geno had invited him to hang out, to go lay with him and the other selkies on their dedicated rocks. Reaper was happy, of course, he always was happy to be with Geno, but he wasn't so sure about the chosen spot: would the selkies accept him ? Would he be allowed on the rocks ? He didn't want them to get mad and take it out on Geno because he brought an outsider, on top of being an orca. He didn't dare get out of the water, watching Geno jump on the rocks from underneath.

Geno took off his hood once out of the water, there were already some selkies laying around, some fully transformed, some with their seal skin partially off. He turned around to introduce the place to Reaper, but the mer hadn't gone out of the water yet.

- Reaper ? He called.

He was pretty sure he had been right behind...

Reaper slowly poked his head out, looking at his friend and glancing at the selkies, some having perked up.

- I don't think this is a good idea... Reaper worried.

Geno frowned.

- What do you mean ? We're just gonna lay down, come on, get up here.

The orca didn't move, he didn't want to dissapoint Geno, but he had a bad feeling about that laying down with the selkies. He slowly shook his head.

- Reaper you better get your tail on these rocks before I pull you out of the water myself, Geno warned.

Was Reaper really going to take orders from a selkie ? ... Yes. He took a few seconds, but eventually got closer to the rocks to pull himself out and climb next to Geno. All the gazes locked on him. He wanted to go back in the water. Geno didn't seem bothered as he lead him to a little spot on the side and showed him where he could lay down. Reaper followed, slowly, and laid down the closest possible to Geno, feeling the disaproving looks follow him and hearing mumbles among some of them. He was used to it, what bothered him was that they were looking at Geno accusingly, until the selkie glared at them.

- If you have a problem with Reaper being here, say it to my face instead of hiding.

Nobody replied.

- That's what I thought, he huffed, laying back down.

Reaper didn't even dare look up at that point, too embarrassed to need protection like that. He was a God ! The Leviathan of Death ! And yet he was so used to lonliness he had become awkward in social situations and couldn't even speak up for himself. He was so lucky to have Geno.

The stares slowly stopped, the other selkies returning to their nap, though some of them moved to be farther from the orca, not that it bothered him, quite the contrary actually. Eventually, he was able to relax and just enjoy the nap on the rocks.

Far away, a portion of ice from an ice foe detached itself and fell in the water, as it sometimes happened, making the rock's occupants look up. Reaper turned to Geno.

- That's because you're fat, he said, as it became a joke between them.

- Probably- 

- Excuse me !? A selkie interrupted Geno.

Both Geno and Reaper turned as the selkie, a young woman it seemed, yelled, outraged.

- Did you just say he was fat !?

Reaper stuttered, taken aback, why was the woman attacking him ?

- I- y-yes but, I say it all the time it's-

- You say it all the time !? She interruped again, and you think it's okay ?!

The orca glanced at his friend, not sure of what to do, but he was already staring at the other selkie, just as surprised and confused.

- Yes... ? It's a-

- Oh my god you did not just say that.

Ironic, as Reaper was her God.

- Do you know how disrespectful you're being !? You can't just call him fat like it's normal ! I know you orcas are brutes but-

- Okay no, you do not call him a brute ! Geno intervened.

Reaper's gaze went from him to the other selkie, were they going to fight ? He didn't want them to fight !

- He called you fat ! She argued.

- I am fat ! We're all fat ! Our species is fat ! He argued back, that was a joke ! We're friends, we say things like that all the time !

- Well he still shouldn't ! And you shouldn't even be friend with an orca, who knows what he could do !

Geno glared, fulminating, the selkies could look down on him all they wanted, he didn't care, but they didn't have the right to insult his orca when he was just the sweetest soul he knew ! 

- I do what I want. Now if you don't like it, good, because I don't give a flying fuck about your opinion. Reap', move, we're leaving, he ordered.

Reaper looked at him, glanced at the offended selkie, looked back at Geno, and jumped in the water without arguing, not wanting to be a collateral victim. Geno followed him, not caring enough to hear what more the group would have to say.

Geno sighed, he had wanted it to be a nice evening, and instead he got Reaper in two uncomfortable situations.

- I'm sorry, I thought it would have gone better...

Reaper turned to him, a slight smile on his face. He wasn't mad, to be honest he was even a little touched that Geno would defend him against the others without hesitation.

- It's okay, we can still hang out somewhere else ? He suggested.

Geno nodded, relieved that the orca was still willing to be with him after the disastrous afternoon.

- My house ?

Reaper nodded, they would be alone there, nobody to bother them. Geno smiled, taking the lead to his house, maybe the day would end better than it started.

The selkies could go to hell, they only needed each other.

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