#Beached Mermaid AU

[cosmicwhoreo]

BEHOLD! I gave Pearl chronic headaches! now she's just like me fr fr-

[bluebutlikenotalways]

Hi! Kisses on the pearl for you!

[astralember]

[heartfulselkie]

When Marinette went to the beach early that morning, she only expected to find seashells. What she did not expect was to find a mermaid (merman? merperson? she doesn't know fish pronouns) washed up amongst the tidepools and tangled in fishing lines and nets.

With his tail fin injured, she couldn't in good conscience just toss him back out to sea. So it looks like she found a new use for that old fish tank her mum had.

There's few people that Marinette has found who would willing listen to her talk for hours about fashion designing, art, and the shells she collects for inspiration or accessory making. But for whatever reason, her new friend is always eager to listen to anything she has to say.

[alvivaarts]

Can the mers "stand" on their tails to be taller on land?

Image 1 Unlike many old fashioned depictions of mers, there's no species that can 'stand' on their tails! There were (and still are) a lot of misconceptions about merfolk based off of early theories and myths. Needless to say, Merfolk's anatomy simply doesn't support the 'upright' or 'standing' position while they're out of the water! Though they can often move vertically while in the water, they just aren't built for it on the surface.

1- Their skeletons don't have 'leg bones'. Where their hips would connect to femurs, instead, the joint is used for their 'primary fin' muscles, what would be 'pectoral' fins on a normal fish. This gives them much more power and maneuverability when it comes to using those fins, and they use those fins to 'crawl' on the surface. 2- Their spines are less supportive above their hips. 3- Their cardiac systems support more efficient bloodflow when they're horizontal, and the heavier affects of gravity on the surface prevent proper bloodflow from reaching their heads. 4- Exposing their bellies is a major no-no for mers! It's only ever used as a sign of affection towards trusted others, or otherwise can be seen as a sign of weakness.

Most commonly, you'll see mers on the surface lounging on their stomachs or flirting on their backs. If they do want to get a higher perspective, though, they'll climb- and they're fantastic climbers! The most 'vertical' you'll see them is when they've propped themselves up on rocks, or on each other. While they can technically sit back on their own tails as well, it does disrupt the spines on their backs and butts and can be pretty uncomfortable.

[marsbarsart]

This is a daily occurrence for them 🥹

[littl3d0ll-art]

Ocean adventure!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Gojo as a merman. He's of the deep-sea kind: pale and light colored, with pale blue eyes sensitive to bright daylight. Because of this, he only surfaces at nighttime-- that is, until Y/N gets him a pair of sunglasses.

ANONNNNNN YOU’RE A FUCKING GENIUS i’ve been brainstorming ideas for mer!gojo but here we have it….. that’s him…….. i can see him wearing sunglasses SO clearly 😭😭 i feel like he’s super fond of humans (unlike sugu)… probably pretends to be a normal guy and shows his upper body while tourists are taking a dip in the ocean…. flirts with men and women swimming by……… reveals his tail to crying children super sneakily so that they’ll stop crying and cheer up…. parents laugh when their children point to him and call him “mister mermaid” meanwhile he just grins and puts a finger to his lip teasingly <33 it’s their little secret!!!

no but he would actually be soooo cute and charming….. he wants to be human so bad he wants to explore!!! LOVES being a merman but like…. he wants to go on land and eat all the sweets he sees everyone munch on….. :((( mer!gojo is the most susceptible to a little mermaid-esque plot where he turns into seafoam at the end LMAO thankfully he has suguru and shoko to keep him in check!! doesn’t stop him from interacting with humans though…… he just wants to have fun <3

[thedenofravenpuff]

Happy MerMay, have a fishy friend!

About time I drew @bloo-the-dragon’s cutie Tiaki once again! Really happy how the colours turned. 

Do enjoy! 

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[m3gahet]

Siren!Skwisgaar angst: Skwisgaar is sitting in shallow water, half transformed, visibly upset and crying. He tells Pickles “you know we can’t be together. I’ll never be human.” and Pickles kisses him and says “even if I have to grow fins, I’ll find a way to follow you.”

I took some creative liberties but I’ve been thinking about this ask nonstop since getting it.

“Even if I gotta grow fins-“ had me YELLING

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

Chat writes the plot! Time for more 👑🐲🐟 KotD!

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 18~

Obi-Wan wakes himself up with a powerful sneeze. He groans, long and low. The sudden jerk of it sends a flash headache searing through his skull like a forest fire. As the pain fades, he realizes that everything aches, and his respiratory system feels scratchy from the back of his throat down into his chest.

Oh bother. He's caught a bug, one potent enough to overcome a jedi's natural immunity to illness. Or, equally likely, he's just that worn down.

The only good part of waking, relatively speaking, is that he's alone and somehow… on a mattress..?

Obi-Wan rolls his head to look at the situation. His vision lags behind the turn of his eyes, making him nauseous, and moving makes his scalp flare in warning. He closes his eyes and breathes for a moment, drawing the force to him in the same way a weaver might run their fingers through freshly sheared wool. It flows through him, and begins bolstering his body against the sickness.

Settled a bit, the jedi opens his eyes to try again. Carefully.

He is still in Maul's private chambers, but that doesn't change the fact that beneath him is a futon mattress, like he'd seen on daybeds in fancy guest rooms. It was thicker than his own pallet in the temple, and zipped up in a soft, removable cover. This is what he lays on.

Obi-Wan has the stray thought that it really needed proper sheets. He sets a hand on his face, and sighs at himself. No, wrong, what it needed was to go back where it came from, just like him.

Cautious, slowly, the jedi master sits up and looks around. He is nonplussed to see his clothes are gone, and confused but interested to notice a literal bottle of water set beside the bed. What he does not see is a sith lord turned deep sea creature.

The memory of claws comes to him, deadly sharpness trailing down his back in the gentle touch of a prospective lover. Obi-Wan droops where he sits. Unfair. This is all utterly unfair.

Maul had become something out of a fantasy. The idea of him, deep under the sea, pining for years to take his revenge, only to change his mind at the sight of his mortal enemy, and instead kidnap them away to be lovers? It was a the plot of a one credit bodice ripper novella, and the force hasn't even seen fit to give him a bodice to wear while, apparently, living it.

Blast it, where are his clothes?

Obi-Wan stares down at his calloused fingers, each digit a little paler than usual. They're dry and cracked from repeated dunks in salt water. The texture of his own fingertips distracts him.

‘I might be disassociating a bit,’ the stewjoni thinks to himself while rubbing his thumbs and forefingers together. ‘I’ve stumbled into somewhere between nightmares and dreams, and my options to deal with it are so few.’

He sighs softly, being open and forgiving with himself.

‘I want to have sex with the man that killed Qui-Gon,’ he mulls wryly, ‘if I make it out of here alive, I think that merits a trip to the mind healers for a guided deep dive of my psyche.’

Obi-Wan chuckles a little, but stops quickly when even that makes a flash headache shred at his brain.

‘Indeed, a good long look. In the meantime… I…’

The jedi draws his knees up, feeling them tremble with fatigue, until he can set his head against the sailcloth over his thighs. He leans there, bonelessly.

Obi-Wan feels cold, but is he actually? Is it emotional cold, fever cold, brisk air on naked skin, or true chill?

Blast it, but he wants Maul to come back. And that is a terrible sign.

Obi-Wan shivers a bit where he sloughs against his legs, just accepting the fact that he wants to be held and petted and treasured and doted on by his own personal monster. It is, most likely, a completely normal reaction to being ill, to want those things. Yes, it really is, isn't it? He exhales heavily, and just lets the truth of it be.

Obi-Wan refuses to cross that line, to consummate this foolhardy preoccupation with his own jailor, but, these feelings are still valid and reasonable.

He feels better for acknowledging it.

Now onto matters of the physical.

Gingerly, the sick jedi eases himself over to get a hold on the water bottle, drawing back and cracking it open. He sniffs it, questioning the water's potability. It's stale, but clean tasting. To his scratchy throat it's a little painful, and a little soothing. He dearly wishes it was tea with honey and lemon.

The jedi drinks half, then recaps the bottle and sets it aside in favor of lowering himself back down onto the futon. If asked, Obi-Wan would swear that he merely closes his eyes for but a moment…

He blinks muzzily, and comes around to fingers carding through his hair. Claw tips slide back over his scalp, so gently it almost tickles.

“Kenobi,” the sith calls, soft and singsong, “Keno… bi~.”

“Mmnnnh,” he replies, feeling the length of Maul's tail pressed against him under the covers. He is dry, sleek scales like rounded glass. One of his pelvic fins rests on Obi-Wan's hip, lightly holding on to him, while the silky upper caudal fins that trail the sith are draped over his legs under the sail cloth and tarp. They're soft. Smooth. When Maul shifts they flutter against the skin of his ankles pleasantly.

Obi-Wan is, once again, wrapped up in the arms and fins of the very same ‘dragonfish king’ he was sent to kill. With an incredible amount of ‘fuck it’ energy, he noses forward under Maul's chin.

“I'm a bit sick,” he admits.

“Hnnn… your flushed cheeks and reddened eyes told me so already,” the other man says, still toying with his hair.

“I want tea,” he sighs, “with honey and lemon. My throat hurts.”

Maul makes this… incomprehensible noise. Not human, not zebrak. In the force he feels… pleased?

“Making wishes of me now?” the sith murmurs, “I suppose I could share one or two, seeing as I have three but do not need any of them.”

...what?

Obi-Wan pulls away to look at him with all the skepticism his dizzy self can muster. Maul smiles back, a cruel twist of lips framed by the most charming dimples imaginable.

He is stunned. This is Obi-Wan's excuse for why he doesn't move away when the sith captures his lips, biting oh so gently at him with his needle-like teeth, then licking his way across and inside.

Obi-Wan lets it happen, eyes drifting closed as he reciprocates slowly. Oh. Kissing makes his head feel better. Whatever chemistry that's about, it's working.

“That's it, jedi mine,” the sith croons to him, “taste me in return, and I will bring you tea.”

Well if it's for a good cause.

Tentatively, Obi-Wan licks at Maul's lips. They're thin but plush, utterly normal if wider than before his transformation. The other man hums, encouraging, the tip of that long pink tongue flicking playfully against his.

Obi-Wan chases it as the slick muscle recedes, finding the pointed tips of Maul's new teeth. He explores them with care, finding out which of his experiences with making out can and cannot apply.

He finds a good angle and pumps his tongue into that wet heat, slickness sliding against slickness. Obi-Wan's head twinges with the movement, but he's a bit too enthralled to care.

Maul makes, just, the sweetest little noise. Begging. Needful. Obi-Wan feels himself stiffening, his cock pressed to Maul's belly where skin fades to scale.

Oh dear. Now that is quite enough of that indulgence.

With one light kiss of the traditional sort, Obi-Wan pulls back and relaxes onto the mattress with a sigh. He watches yellow-green eyes blink open, pupils blown and slow to focus.

“Very good,” the sith tells him, trailing the backs of his fingers down Obi-Wan's face. “You will learn that I keep my promises, Kenobi.”

“If you bring me bread of some kind that hasn't been drowned in salt water, I'll do that again.”

Maul chuckles, sliding out from under the makeshift covers. “You see? Gifts are a good way to show favor.

The jedi would roll his eyes if he wasn't a hundred percent certain it would feel like an icepick in his brain to do so.

To be continued...

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[cosmicwhoreo]

You decide whether or not Caviar's decision was a good one. Either way, little sport's more star struck by the big scary sea beast he's heard so much about in Caviar's stories than anything really-

And BP has no idea how to respond to that kind of reaction, so she just sorta tolerates him-

[bluebutlikenotalways]

👤 for Black Pearl maybe, please?

👤 = In goth attire!

That’s another way to deal with getting left at the altar :/

Her design is from, once again, cosmicwhore Beached Mermaid Au

[astralember]

[veebeeward]

Beach Side

Tags/Warnings:

NBMer!MC x Human!Cove

Fluff

Word count:

1,096

Authors note:

A friend of mine requested a swapped version of the merman Cove fic and so I shall deliver!! I hope it meets peoples expectations and it's a good read! Constructive feedback is appreciated, Enjoy <3

Summary:

MC has known nothing but the ocean, sand and sky their whole life. Their favourite place to go was one beach in particular. The sea was beautiful, warm and the sun always shined so brightly during the summer and it had the best view of the stars. The best of all? Barely anyone was around! So they had the beach all to themselves! Or at least, they thought they did.

MC was enjoying the soft light of the moon as they admired the stars from the ocean's embrace. The view was beautiful, especially from the beach side. This one beach was their favourite. They could enjoy the feeling of the sand against their skin without worrying about anyone finding them there! Like their own private beach. It was a part of "Sunset Bird", a small town. They found this out about a week ago when they found a bucket with the logo on it. They knew learning to read would come in handy.

Just then, there was a sudden sound of moving grains of sand, like someone was stomping on it aggressively. MC immediately shot up at the new sound and dove back into the water. 

Once they thought it was okay to come back up, they peeked out of the water and saw.. a boy? He seemed upset. Angry and sad at the same time. They kept watching to see what he was doing, curious.

The boy kicked some sand before sitting down, hugging his knees to his chest. He looked interesting. His hair was a soft sea green and his sad, reddened eyes were a gleaming blue. Another thing that stood out was his pink cast. He'd been hurt. He looked to be about their age too.

The boy looked down at the sand, drawing something, probably nothing specifically, just moving his finger in circles to leave a dent in the sand. 

MC moved a little closer, trying to get a better look at him since he wasn't looking their way. Just then their eyes met. He seemed scared and jumped to his feet, taking a step back as he stared down at them. He was like a deer in headlights, as their mom would say.

Slowly, MC came up a little out of the water, giving up on the whole sneaky thing since they'd been caught. They offered a small smile as the silence was drowned out literally by the ocean's waves. The boy seemed to calm down a little, his eyes shining with a sort of sparkle they'd see when a kid got their presents for their birthday. This was a good sign! Hopefully.

He walked a little closer to where the water met the sand and knelt down, the tide brushing against his knees, he didn't seem to care. He waved a hand, a determined look on his glowing face. MC brightened up at that and shifted closer, waving a hand back. The kid lit up even more.

"Are you a mermaid? Is this your beach?" He asked, lowering his uninjured hand on the sand which was quickly swallowed by the water. He didn't want to get his other, injured hand wet. 

MC nodded, happy to answer his questions. "Mhm, but the beach isn't mine, you can't own a beach" they said with a small snicker, finding the idea silly. Little did they know. "What are you? A person?" They asked a question of their own, tilting their head as they did. 

"I'm human," he said with a nod. He still seemed to be getting over the initial shock of meeting an actual mermaid. "You're not an actor right?" "An actor?" 

"Some people act like mermaids. I've seen it. They pretend to trick kids, but I know they're fake." He frowned. He wasn't a fan of mermaid actors, that was clear. 

"I don't think I am?" They felt the diamond scales that traced their cheeks with a questioning expression. "I feel pretty real!" He laughed at that, clearly finding the situation funny, but relieved at the same time. 

"Can I..?" He held out his wrapped hand, making his intentions clear. MC nodded and leaned in closer so he could touch their cheek. His hand twitched back at the feeling off it at first, making them flinch a little before he slowly reached out again and properly felt it. His eyes sparkling with awe once again. "Woahhh.." 

He pulled his hand back a few seconds later, now convinced. "What's your name?" "I'm MC" they hummed sweetly. "What's your name?" 

"Cove.." the boy muttered quietly, like he was expecting them to say something. "Cove? Really? That's a nice name" he seemed surprised at that but didn't expand on his thought process at that moment. "Thanks."

Their eyes wandered to his cast and pointed it at. "What's wrong with your arm? Why is it pink?" "Oh.. I got into an accident. I had to get a cast" he responded, looking down at his cast as he lifted it up slightly. They reached out to run a hand over it, the fabric felt weird, but the colour was nice. "Cool"

"You think it's cool?" He said, confused. "Yeah, I think it is" "Oh, cool" he smiled, clearly happy about that. 

He looked so much more different then when he first showed up on the beach, they weren't going to point that out though, at least not yet. They wanted to wait, the right moment to ask about it would come up eventually.

"Cove!!" A voice rang out from afar, startling both of them. It sounded like a man, he sounded worried. Cove spun his head in the direction of the voice, which was coming closer. "My dad.." he said sadly. "Oh, you should go to him then" they said, unaware of the situation. "I don't want to, I want to stay here.." he seemed to root himself deeper into the sand when he said that. "How come? Do you not like him?" "I just don't want to go" he seemed upset all over again, what was wrong? "What if I never see you again? I want to stay here!" He exclaimed. "Cove?! Where are you!" The voice shouted again, much closer this time.

"I know what it's like but you should go back, he's your dad" they were concerned, Cove looked conflicted. "I'll come back tomorrow and we can talk again!" They smiled, clearly having no intention of not meeting again. "You promise?" He whispered, a slight amount of doubt in his tone. "I promise" they pulled their hand up and held out a pinky. Cove leaned forward and wrapped his own pinky around theirs. "Friends?" "Best friends" they said with a sense of certainty, so sure of what they were saying. 

"I should go now, and you should too, your dad is worried about you" they backed up a bit more into the water, Cove hesitated but nodded. With that, they ducked their head back under the water. 

They'd hang out tomorrow.

[deeva-arud]

Checked my notes looking for pending Cateeva drawing ideas and now I feel the need to clone myself to do everything