#I've always liked mermay so much

[thegoldenshi-shi]

I. HAVE. COMPLETED. MERMAY!!!

*tiny victory dance*

[angelltheninth]

Can I ask some Octavinelle x gn!reader?

It can be whatever u want! Angst, fluffy, yandere, smut… I just want some Octavinelle, if you do, thank you in advance <3

I don't think I've done yandere for them before, I'll go with that.

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x Reader

Tags: yandere behavior, forceful kissing, tracking, love bombing, emotional manipulation, cuddles, gaslighting, texting, stalking, love letters

A/N: Yandere goes so well with these three, a match made under the sea. And appropriate for MerMay.

YANDERE!AZUL

Doesn't threaten you nor is he violent with you, or anyone else for that matter

He doesn't need to be, he will wear you down slowly, sending you lots of love letters every day in fact

Always sitting next to you in class, paying more attention to you then to the professor and passing you more cute love notes

Insistent that you go to the upcoming dance with him, he even makes a contract for you to sign, which you find odd because you know what kind of deals Azul usually makes

It's not something to be taken lightly

When he sees how hesitant you are he asks you if anyone else asked you yet, knowing that they didn't, they'd signed his contracts long before

Because no one else asked you, because no one wanted to he tried to tell you that its because all of them know that they're not good enough for you, but he is, he has always been the perfect gentleman for you hasn't he? Yes, he has, he's been there for you every day

When you agree to go with him, he gives you the contract again, and you not realizing that you were signing your company to him, not just for the dance but for the rest of your life, sign it

YANDERE!JADE

Is an absolute sweetheart to you

You can't pinpoint why others are weary of him, he's always smiling at you, complimenting you and helping you out when you need it

Which somehow happens to be just when he's around. Something that he always attributes to his good timing, you can see him be cool

He always calls you to tell you good night and is clingy first thing in the morning, slinging his arm around you and kissing your cheek as a greeting

Not shy about PDA at all, he seems to rather enjoy when others see how in love the two of you are, almost as if he always plans it

Kissing you in the hallway, right before class begins, during gym class and holding your hand during lunch break

Constantly compliments you, he has a seeming endless amount of praise for you that he will throw at you whenever he feels like you're not giving him enough attention and then suddenly he will stop

He will never call it punishment but the silent treatment after so much loving words always feels you empty on the inside and you know you did something wrong and running to him to say you're sorry

YANDERE!FLOYD

Very heavy on the stalking and memorizing your scheduele

He always offers to walk you back to your dorm, just to make sure that no one weird follows you home, you know, other then him... that was a joke, you're supposed to laugh

Weather you want to kiss him or not you'll find his lips on yours, his tongue coaxing out a moan from you

Frequently takes you out on dates even when you're tired, always carrying you back to his bed and cuddling with you until morning

Pretty insistent on having dates at least twice a week but his favorite time if when school's out on Saturdays and Sundays so he can have you all to himself

Gaslights you quite a bit when you complain, saying how he feels hurt that you don't want to spend time with your boyfriend, even though he brushes off both his brother and his best friend to spend time with you

Its not like he's asking you to never go out with your friends, just let him know where you are

If that doesn't work and you don't call him he will find you pretty easily by tracking you through the shell necklace he bought you for your anniversary

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

No Mer is An Island

I didn't go out intending to revisit @monsoon-of-art's Mer AU this month, but seeing this piece in full really hit on something, and I had to get the words down. Happy MerMay, guys!

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When they’d first met, the girl had stopped him to say that he looked kind of like someone she knew.

Given that Emmet had come all this way trying to find his brother, it sounded promising on its face, but looking past the initial wording, revealed itself to be a shallow hope. If she’d been talking about Ingo, she would have been more decisive. He wouldn’t look kind of like this person, but exactly. He’d been through the cycle of leads surfacing and then sinking often enough to know that the odds weren’t good, but it was the best he’d heard since arriving in Hisui and he couldn’t afford not to give it some cursory exploration.

As they moved away from the shaky hope of a rebuilding village, her story became more and more outlandish, but… somehow not less believable; unprompted, she’d mentioned the torn remnants of a subway car, and in a land that lacked rail transport, it lent her version of events a great deal of credence. Something much more worrisome was the claim that his twin had been found pinned beneath the wreck, trapped and slowly wasting away, before being discovered.

It was strange. When, inevitably, Emmet’s questions about a missing person failed, his next strategy was always the train car. People could move on and be forgotten, but an effigy of twisted metal should have been noteworthy.

The matter of physical resemblances had been both explained and complicated as Dawn led them to a rocky outcropping by the sea.

“Well, that’s… why I wasn’t totally sure at first.” She said, scouring the horizon. Eventually, her attention settled in one specific direction, and Emmet idly followed it to a dark little island in the distance. “The thing is, the parts of you that look the same totally look the same. It’s just that Ingo’s… not really human?”

...what.

She held her hands up in placation, grimacing at her own words. “I know, I know. Just hear me out. So the Pearl Clan found him under that big wreck and took him home to heal, only he… kind of sucks at being a merperson? The same ways I suck at it. We both keep getting hung up when we swim, and neither of us distrusted humans the way the other mers did, and you couldn’t pay us to eat raw fish or seagulls or anything like that. I've been wondering about it for a long time, but maybe Ingo was human, too?”

There was a ringing in Emmet’s ears. It took him a moment to realize that it was an actual sound coming from somewhere over the water. Something in the back of his head told him he should recognize it, but it seemed unimportant compared to the information Dawn had just dumped over his head.

“That is my brother’s name.” He eventually choked out, to the exclusion of the rest of it.

Dawn’s expression cracked into a smile. “Worth a shot! I’ll go grab him and come back-- just don’t worry, okay? Most people think he’s kind of scary.”

Despite the amount of time it had been since he���d had to field that particular criticism, Emmet felt himself bristle. “He cannot help it. His face is just like that.”

The girl paused in the middle of digging through her bag and tilted her head, “I thought it was just because he always seems kind of down, but that makes sense, too.”

Unsure what to say to that, Emmet remained silent as she took something out, unlashed the satchel from around her waist, and then brought a vibrant shell to her lips.

The notes resonated, briefly, with whatever it was coming from across the waves.

“What is that?”

“It’s a special flute,” Dawn said, adjusting her grip on it now that she was no longer playing, “I’ve had it since I got here, but I can’t remember why.”

“Not the instrument. The sound. What is causing it?”

“The… flute?” She asked, baffled, and slapped her tail against the rocks.

It took a second for Emmet to rewind and process that fact.

She had implied that before, hadn’t she? Back when she’d confirmed Ingo’s name. Strange how one piece of information could be so much more pertinent than the rest and simultaneously so much less important.

Emmet consciously had to rein himself in. If humans could turn into merpeople, this could be it. He might be about to see his twin for the first time in years.

Dawn departed shortly thereafter, handing him the flute as a gesture of goodwill, and took off in the direction she’d originally scouted. Emmet pocketed the strange shell for safekeeping and then moved her satchel to somewhere the waves couldn’t sweep it away.

The sound continued that entire time, carried from somewhere far away. When several minutes passed without interruption, he finally figured out what it was: whale song. He didn’t profess to be an expert in the matter, but now that he was listening properly, he was relatively certain of that.

After some time, it stopped, and he immediately found that he missed it.

In its absence, he returned to the water’s edge, wondering if the dark island in the distance wasn’t where Dawn was headed, where his brother lingered. It seemed too much to think that he might catch a glimpse of either when it was so far away, but the reassurance would be welcome. He had little doubt that Dawn would return, particularly given that he held the key to her humanity, but the low crooning over the water proved that there were predators about, and he wouldn’t want haste to lead her into danger.

When he scanned the ocean, however, he found that the island, too, had vanished.

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Ingo spent a great deal of his time alone.

It was by choice, but at times, it also felt involuntary.

The Pearl clan was more gracious than he could have asked for, worried that his continued stints on his own might reignite the loneliness that had left him so fragile upon their first meeting; while he was happy for their company, it wasn’t what he was missing. That was the problem, though: he didn’t know what would fill the void in his heart. Their camaraderie was close-- had been rejuvenating when he’d first been ushered into the fold-- but only to a point. He felt that it was the right track, just veering ever so slightly off course; if he could figure out where his destination lay, he could course correct to reach it.

It had been years, though, and while he was no longer soul-sick, the ache of it refused to leave him.

When it became too much to bear, he would leave for the surface, to float on his back and close his eyes. The ocean air had become familiar, but it went deeper than that, the churning sea so close to making a connection somewhere in the recesses of his being. He was put in the mind of the artificial reef he’d awoken in-- pinned, scared and without a trace of memory-- but had no idea how they could be related. More than anyone, he knew how heavy the construct was; it seemed wholly antithetical to the gentle rocking that only occurred above the waterline.

Frustrated with his lack of progress, but not surprised, he let out a heavy sigh and pitched it halfway through, low in his throat. He didn’t know what purpose this ability served, as none of the other merfolk could hear when he dipped into this range, but it was cathartic; he could cry for the fact that the clan had been so kind, so welcoming, and he still didn’t belong. He could lament that there was something wrong with him, that he still felt sickness in between the beating of his heart, and he feared he would never escape it.

He could admit, in tones no one would ever hear, that he didn’t know how much longer he could bear the solitude before it consumed him whole.

Though he knew perfectly well that she was unable to parse his voice like this, it died in his throat as Dawn poked her head up from the waves. Unwilling to have a conversation with her in such an undignified position, he turned over and dipped back below the water so they could speak properly.

“Is rebuilding going well?” He asked, following up from the last topic they’d touched upon, “Has there been any recovering from the salt water?”

The humans weren’t bad, he knew-- and had known for as long as he could recall-- they were just scared. For as disastrous as the region’s flooding had been, the one silver lining was that it had given the clans cause to cooperate with the villagers and, slowly, the merfolk were beginning to make progress. He couldn’t be certain how the humans looked upon the situation, but they accepted aid, at least, and that was something.

“It’s...” There was a conspicuous pause. “Going. That’s not why I came to talk, actually.”

“No?” He asked, unable to find it in himself to be surprised. Dawn was like the sea itself at times, ever shifting, just shy of capricious.

“No. I don’t want to jump the gun or anything, but I think I met someone who knew you before! He’s waiting for us at the bluff.”

He blinked at her, the words sitting at the surface of his thoughts for several seconds before sinking in, “What makes you believe that this individual and I share any sort of connection? I don’t mean to cast doubt, but if even I’m unable to say with any certainty...”

“He was looking for someone called Ingo.” She said, and while there was a twitch of her tail that suggested it wasn’t the whole truth, Ingo was too caught up in that declaration to catch it. “He looks like you, too. A scary amount.”

“He’s also an orca?” It might be nice, he thought, to physically be on the same level as someone for a change-- unmarked as the odd man out in this regard, on top of everything else that made him feel so detached from the clan.

“Well… no, it’s mostly in the face. But your coats are basically the same!”

Interesting. That, more than anything else, lent credence to her theory. As strongly as he felt about his name, his complete lack of any other personal details meant that he couldn’t be entirely sure it was what he’d used prior to waking up beneath the ruins. The fact that this person was seeking someone of the same name was noteworthy, but not conclusive. The resemblance was also compelling, but could be explained by a mimic octopus or the like.

His clothes, however, had been a subject of bewilderment among the clan for some time. Drag caused his coat to hinder his movement and speed, and it was constantly becoming caught on bits of rock or other hazards. His hat was somewhat more practical, helping him see above the water on bright days, but beneath the waves, all it did was threaten to fly away if caught in the mildest of currents. Even if this was a misunderstanding and Dawn’s contact didn’t know of him, perhaps he could ask what the utility was.

“I see.” He narrowly refrained from breathing it out as a sigh; there was little use in speculating if confirmation or denial really was so near, “If he’s waiting, we ought not to leave him at the station. Are you ready to depart for the Clamberclaw Bluffs?”

Dawn took him by the forefinger and smiled at him-- and where he occasionally saw a flash of pity in it, there was nothing but anticipation.

“Let’s go!” She said, tugging him forward, a current all her own.

Ingo allowed it to happen, allowed her to be the force driving his tired cab onward. Maybe, when they reached their destination, there would be someone there to meet it.

---

The first indication that Emmet was no longer alone on the rocky outcropping was Dawn hefting herself up onto the edge with the grace of someone still adjusting to that specific workout. He refrained from commenting on that fact both because he liked to think himself polite and because something else stole his attention away shortly thereafter.

Offset from where she’d appeared, the water warped unnaturally, and it took a second for him to realize that it was because it was something else was surfacing, something massive enough to distort the water as it rose.

“Oh,” Said his brother’s voice, loud as one of his directing calls whilst somehow maintaining a sort of gentle surprise, “You’re human.”

Even though he’d been warned as much, as he blinked upwards, trying to process the reality he’d found himself living, he said, “You’re… not.”

“Was… was I supposed to be?” Ingo turned his head as he said it, a hand curling to rest against his lips-- and it was so achingly familiar that, for just a second, it was possible to overlook the fact that his forearm had to be longer than Emmet’s full height.

“Yes?” He half-asked, trying to keep his expression from dipping into anything too ridiculous in his incredulity, “To my knowledge, identical siblings are usually the same species.”

The animate half of Ingo’s face scrunched, puzzled, and he leaned over on his arms to put them on the same level. He spent several seconds silently assessing Emmet, before returning with, “We do look quite similar, don’t we?”

“Identical.” Emmet repeated, insistent, and he couldn’t keep his voice from crackling on it, “We are-- we’re supposed to be identical twins.”

“And I take it from your response that you were never an orca?” His brother said, a little helplessly.

“No.” At that, however, he stepped forward, emboldened both by the certainty that this was somehow his missing twin-- all but confirming that he had never been in any danger-- and a suddenly-consuming curiosity.

Ingo watched his approach, but did nothing to stop him. The only movement was that of one enormous, clawed hand tucking itself into the tattered remains of the opposite sleeve and, abruptly, Emmet realized he was still wearing his uniform’s hat and coat. The hat and coat that had been commissioned in tandem with the ones Emmet wore right now. Emmet, who was notably human-sized.

How?

The nearer he drew, the more clearly he could make out the black mass in the water beyond, a shadow that stretched and curved into an undeniably fish-shaped tail, floating just high enough for a dorsal fin to cut through the surface.

With a new clarity, he looked up, taking in the black patches that both camouflaged the actual lines under his brother’s eyes and made his weariness look orders worse, and asked, “Was the whale song your doing?”

The too-pale skin of Ingo’s face went faintly pink. “You were able to hear that?”

Emmet felt his face crack into a grin, “You are not quiet.”

“No, no, you misunderstand,” He tried, though the flush only intensified at the comment, “The frequency is inaudible to the other merfolk. I didn’t think anyone else was physically able to hear it.”

“Wait,” Said a mildly-familiar voice and, with a start, Emmet remembered they weren’t alone, “Is that what you’re doing when you float on the surface like a dead fish? You’re just screaming into the sky?”

“That is-- no. Not in the slightest!”

“If he yelled, you would know. Even as a human.” The commentary earned him a downward glance through narrowed eyes.

“Regardless,” Ingo said, transparently trying to get them back on a track that didn’t lead to further teasing, “I’m surprised that you were able to discern it without being a mer yourself.”

Emmet hummed, considering that, and then turned his head. “I’m not. Other people cannot read your face, but I can. It makes sense that I can understand you now, too.”

“Because you’re… my twin brother.” Ingo said haltingly, testing the words for himself as if to see if they were any more convincing in his own voice.

Emmet smiled, though not without an edge of melancholy, letting him reach a conclusion in his own time. That wasn’t disbelief, he knew, but it was plain to see how lost his brother was, and hurrying him wouldn’t help.

He wouldn’t push, but… but maybe it would be okay to make sure this was real, that he hadn’t hit his head upon arriving in Hisui and managed to fool himself into thinking this might finally be it.

Holding one hand up to indicate a lack of aggression-- as if something so small could do anything to hurt someone with the proportions of a killer whale-- he took a tentative, questioning step forward and asked, “Can I touch?”

Ingo blinked at him, focused momentarily on his palm, and then back on his face. In lieu of an answer, he rested his head on his arms in full, putting himself in range to reach more comfortably. His bright, bright eyes tracked the motion until he couldn’t any longer, and he breathed out, slow and impossibly long.

The skin beneath Emmet’s hand was dark, the stripe of it trailing up to a floppy ear and down below the line of a collar, but still warm and still undeniably human. He’d half expected it to feel rubbery under his touch, but the biggest difference was the subtle grit of drying salt. He was reminded intensely of the summer their family visited the Decolore Islands and specifically of when, as a joke, he’d tried to push his brother into the water, only for Ingo to clutch his hand that much more tightly and send the both of them tumbling in. Having to go on in wet clothes had been bad enough until they began to dry, contrasting outfits stiff with the residual salt on their persons. As children, it had been unbearable. He could only hope it didn’t itch the same way, now.

He only realized he’d spaced out at the renewed rumble as his twin began to speak again, “--not sure. Are you still with us, Emmet?”

For a second, he froze in place, and then drew his hand back, breaking out into an unburdened smile. Beaming up at his brother, he said, “Ingoooooo, I never told you my name.”

Ingo’s brow furrowed as he mentally played the conversation back, and then he glanced to Dawn, who held her hands up and shook her head. When that failed to yield any plausible explanation, his gaze flitted back over to Emmet, uncertain, as if he’d done something wrong.

“It’s good!” Emmet said before his twin could start to reverse down the tracks, “I do not know what happened, but you’re still you. That is all that matters to me.”

As quietly as he was physically capable of with such robust lungs, Ingo repeated “My brother,” to himself, already coming to terms with the idea, and Emmet stepped forward again.

He leaned into his twin’s shoulder, heedless of the water that immediately soaked through his coat, and, as best he could, pressed the side of his face to Ingo’s. Against his own side, he felt a pulse speed up, powered by a heart that was finally large enough to match the outpouring of love its owner had always put into the world.

A hand moved to cradle his back, painstaking in the care behind it, and within two beats of that massive heart, the whale song began anew.

[hekateinhell]

#WIPWednesday, MerMay edition! 🐠

The sequel to my mermaid fic is all I've been working on lately anyway, so here's a bit from the beginning (as usual, I couldn't help but share a smut bit 🫣):

He never could resist embracing it as tightly as he could, feeling himself tremble, overcome with an emotion that was simultaneously relief and yearning with an undercurrent of trepidation. The creature accepting his kisses over its forehead, cheeks, and lips—sloppy and urgent as Lestat was in his affections, like the mastiff's puppies back home. Its pale skin always slightly damp and deliciously cold until enough time passed in his arms that its body began to absorb his heat.

“I love you,” Lestat had professed the second to last time he’d seen his siren. Their fingers intertwining over its head, its dark, wet curls spread out on the white sand like an otherworldly halo, palm to much smaller, smoother palm. His vision blurring from the force of his impending orgasm and his heart pounding in his ears loud enough to rival the sound of the waves crashing at his feet, shocking frigid in the early morning.

All he could see as he buried his face in the spot where the creature's pulse throbbed cold was the glint of the golden necklace he’d gifted his strange love a couple weeks prior. His hips shuttering once, twice—the reminder of what the glittering chain represented all he needed to push him over the edge, and he groaned out the words as he spilled into the tight little hole: “I love you, I love you, I love you, always going to love you…” And even if the creature had not—could not—say them back, Lestat would swear on the god he'd never truly believed in that he felt the sentiment returned in every eager kiss, every feather-light touch, every enraptured stare. Surely, even the most powerful imagination couldn't conjure something like this, now could it?

@vamptember

[real-oddity]

It's my first ever year of participating in mermay and the scrunklies were orbiting my brain so I had to make them aquatic.

Design notes below the cut :]

(rbs very appreciated <3)

So I chose some specific fish to merma-fy the boys into. For Yellow, a Royal angelfish

I made his markings look like his overalls because it felt odd leaving his body mostly yellow, and turned his hair into some fins!

I wanted to keep his palette contained to his regular palette, so I didn't add any black or indigo so it's not exactly a royal angelfish, but I am still happy with the results!

For Red, I just had to go for something tentacled, so I went with the Australian giant cuttlefish

I've always been a big sucker for cuttlefish and their highly interesting abilities, and as a gay fuck for Red fan of Red, I wanted to make him one. I was gonna go for not only an octopus, but also a more Ursula look. I opted out, though, as I realized I could give one uniform tail if I turned the cuttlefish's body(?) into a tail!

They aren't suckers, but I put little rough spots on his tentacles just to show some variation. I also snuck in some top surgery scars hehe.

And for Duck, while the idea of an emerald green cory catfish crossed my mind, I thought it was far too silly to not go with the Green humphead parrotfish!

Honestly I didn't do too much. Mostly turned his feathers into little fins and taking his coat color into a gradient on his tail. It's mostly just plain ol' Duck!!

I might do another one of these for Roy and Lesley because I got the idea of angler Roy but idk, I have a few other mermay schemes >:3c

[yonemurishiroku]

So I was gonna just post this myself but then I thought: nah it's s mermaid au so it has to come via yone's ask. that's the law

Nico is a prince, Jason is his deeply devoted naval captain. One day Nico is sailing out on the seas and he disappears. Jason obviously is distraught, and goes to look for him. (Idk why he wasn't with him in the first place maybe he had a cold or smth) After many months he finds the spot Nico's ship was last seen and he is lulled beneath the waves by the voice of a siren. This siren (Percy) had taken Nico and was keeping him in his underwater palace, and Nico had fallen in love with him. To twist things further, Jason realises Siren!Percy is actually his first love whom he lost at sea 15 years ago.

Idk if it ends with tragedy or polyamory or both. Do they break the spell on Percy or do they all become fish people ever after? I don't know but I thought you might enjoy <3

From Feb 6 to May 20 because it's Mermay!!!

No that's just a lie I'm so sorry I got carried away. adksadkasda pls know that my love's present even when I'm not. 😭😭😭

Firstly just let me say a million thank yous because I indeed love this. Well I've always loved Perjasico. Moreso when it's just a mess and none of them is requited---- I love you too so there's that

This prompt hides so many things. I'm delusional just looking at it.

I like the way you make it that Percico, compared to Jasico, appears very fabricated - idk if it's your intention but just let me explain.

As it is, I'm assuming Nico and Percy come together because Percy uses his siren magic (sinking his ship, luring him to the palace, etc...), which implies that the feelings might not be completely willing from Nico's side. There's the interference of magic - and I'm all for magical but untruthful love (hello Jason and Piper----)

On the other hand, let's just say that I prefer more complicated feelings, I think it should be that Percy only keeps Nico because he feels lonely. As in: his requirement for Nico's presence stems from loneliness, not fascination/infatuation. This implies that Percy isn't technically interested in Nico as a person - he's only using him to abate his painful isolation. That's why he's actively using his magic to bind him.

Now, to complicate things further (because I've always been in love with emotional baggage), I think Percy should become a siren because of the heartbreak over Jason.

Now, here's the fun part. What if Percy was a merman who - in a typical The Little Mermaid fashion - came to the land for Jason? Their story was of that Disney movie - a merman overcoming difficulties, signing a contract to reach his love. And they did have their happy ending!

But then that happy ending all broke up because of some reason. I have yet to come up with one but I just need it. Idk maybe there was a strife/ a misunderstanding/ idk! and Percy fell into the ocean, subsequently suffering the curse of heartbreak and becoming a siren - as the witch's way for the sea to reclaim its child. to say that the people on land are nothing good. only the sea would love you.

And now, 15 years later, it all came back to Jason, now with his new love in danger.

I'm vibrating with joy and I'm not even ashamed (I'm so sorry Jason).

But wait. All of this just makes Percy the antagonized antagonist of a Jasico story. Eh. Where's the fun in that? So anyway. I say we put Nico in as the reason for Jercy's breakup.

Yes, I'm having too much fun with this.

Anw. I have yet to come up with one logical reason.

I have some dramatic ones though - like maybe Nico had a crush on Percy when the two were together and something happened that made him the indirect catalyst to a fighting (bc here I'm assuming Jason has his own duties of serving the prince (or the royal family at least) which means Nico has some semblance of power over him)).

Jesus Christ this is all a mess and I'm still cackling. I haven't even touched the ending yet. I just want them all in pain and in blood. jasdhadka

Anyway this is everything I can come up with in the mean time LMAO Your idea never fails to enrapture me 😭🥺🥺🥺 I'm just too incompetent to reply on time askdjakdaajdsahk i love u with everything in me

[shallyne]

Mermay Feysand

Feyre was sitting hidden away behind a rock, it was becoming darker by the minute as the air grew colder and she listened to the clashing of the waves. She could have sworn the ocean was calling to her, beckoning her to envelop her into the water. She long learned to withstand it, the urge to just jump in. The ocean always called to her, since she was a child. She was told that it was dangerous and to keep away but honestly, Feyre never felt danger. Something always seemed to rug at her gut and she loved it. She wanted to be enveloped by the ocean. She wanted to belong.

Her obsession with the ocean grew so strong that her family had to move away, in a town so far from the ocean that Feyre mourned the distance, a part of her was ripped away. She always felt like a part of her was missing until she moved to Adriata to visit college. It felt like coming home. The first time at the beach felt like the ocean loosed a breath of relief, as if it missed Feyre as much as it missed her. The first time in so long that she stood there, she breathed in the sea scent, and she could have sworn a hint of citrus embraced her, too.

This night, Feyre felt a tug again as she studied, a rug so strong that she couldn't ignore it. Now she sat here, looking at the horizon, the moon reflecting on the water's surface and wind breezing through her hair. She began humming to the oceans song, a song just meant for her. Feyre's eyes closed and she could have sworn she could feel the ocean, responding to her. The scent grew stronger, the longer she hummed. Then she made out the citrus scent again, stronger amd stronger until she felt it. Right in front of her. Feyre opened her eyes and smiled at the male she never met but who was so familiar as if she knew him forever. His burning, starry gaze was fixed on her, a smile tugging on his own mouth, a lock of wet hair clinging to his forehead. "There you are," Feyre said to him.

"I've been looking for you." he replied, extending his head. Feyre didn't hesitate to take his hand, didn't hesitate as he led her to the ocean.

[indigowallbreaker]

“Hey, come here. It’s alright.” from the soft prompts for dedubert (with mer!Hubert?)

I've been so hype for this one since it came in THANK YOU FOR THIS!!! ALWAYS HERE TO WRITE DEDUBERT FOR YOU <3

(Taking MerMay Rarepair prompts until the end of May!)

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The water was almost level with Dedue's shoulders. He looked between the mouth of the cave tunnel far above him and the glowing green eyes across the cavern, trying to decide a path.

"You must have heard dreadful things about my kind to hesitate so long," the glowing eyes said.

Dedue tugged against the weight shackled to his ankle to try and see up the tunnel better. More than likely, the mercenaries who had put him here were camped out at the mouth of the tunnel, ready to subdue him again if he tried to run for it. They would either wait until the tide receded to shackle him once more, or just kill him outright. Either way, above him was only death.

Whereas down here...

The glowing eyes belonged to a mermaid. Not a mermaid from stories meant to excite a child's imagination before bed-- this was a mermaid straight from the deepest parts of nightmare. A character from a fireside tale told by the oldest of sailors. This mermaid in particular sported skin so pale it was nearly translucent, a tail black as ink, and eyes that seemed to pierce Dedue as they narrowed. Allowing this mermaid close could also mean death.

"Let me cut you free," the glowing eyes said slowly, "and I will lead you from this place."

"Why would you want to help me?"

The mermaid's chuckle made the water now rising to Dedue's chin feel all the colder. "You would spend precious time interrogating me? Surely your curiosity can wait. You don't have much time left."

Dedue took one last look up at the tunnel. Force his way through a camp of mercenaries, or trust a mermaid. It was time to choose his ending.

"What is your name?" Dedue asked.

The mermaid swam closer. "You may call me Hubert."

"Hubert. Lead the way."

Hubert smiled with all his teeth. Without hesitation, he dove under the water, moving towards Dedue's bound ankles. A swipe from his claws had Dedue free. He wasted no time in kicking off the ropes and weights, now able to tread water. Hubert broke the surface and grabbed Dedue's arm.

For a moment, Dedue was sure he would be dragged under and gutted. But Hubert's claws didn't even graze Dedude's skin as he clasped their hands together.

"Take a deep breath," Hubert warned.

Dedue did just that-- and then let the water envelope him.

With a tight grip on Dedue's hand, Hubert pulled him to an opening in the cave wall. It was just wide enough for them to swim side by side. Dedue suspected they wouldn't have fit at all except that Hubert was thin as seaweed and just as flexible, guiding them around corners with fluidity.

Dedue's lungs began to burn. He squeezed Hubert's hand. In answer, Hubert swam faster, his tail brushing Dedue's legs. The tail wasn't completely black, Dedue now noticed. Each scale was edged in wine red. Hubert's hand was warm, his expression nearing panic. It made Dedue consider if, perhaps, those nightmarish tales had been wrong.

With one final sharp turn, the pair sped out into the open ocean. Dedue's vision was fading, and Hubert immediately angled them upward, pulling Dedue along almost entirely on his own strength.

Dedue broke the surface with a gasp. He let go of Hubert's hand to keep himself afloat, flailing about ungraciously as air flooded his lungs once again.

Arms wrapped around his torso. Dedue jerked, trying to pull away. "Come here. It’s alright," soothed Hubert. "Just breathe."

There was little point in being suspicious of Hubert now. Dedue let Hubert hold him close, bowing his head into Hubert's shoulder and panting hard. Hubert and his not-quite-black tail keep them from sinking, and so Dedue could concentrate on simply breathing.

After several quiet moments, Dedue managed to say, "Thank you." His voice was hoarse and strained. Hubert didn't release him. For a moment, Dedue thought Hubert hadn't heard him. His claws skimmed up and down Dedue's back in a soothing rhythm. "I assume you... want something in return?" Dedue panted when Hubert didn't speak.

"Worry on that later," Hubert said. "Catch your breath and I will point you to shore. Then we will talk."

Those last words would have sounded menacing if it weren't for Hubert's careful strokes over Dedue's skin. This was absolutely not a creature of nightmare. It was possible Hubert was simply the exception but Dedue didn't care. For better or for worse, he owed this mermaid a debt, and Dedue didn't think he minded all that much.

[room-on-broom]

Using mermay to motervate meself into Finally giving my oldest (most baby cinamon roll) OC the art and reference sheet he deserves!!!

Another meet Stingray folk. This is Tim. Or Tola or Tokla, or ToklaTima, or he who speaks for his highness. He has many names and he's my sea monkey Starbucks shape-shifting mermaid.

Notes:

Tola lives and works in Pacifica as a translator to Aphony and his guests. When not doing that as well as teaching lil uns plus, hes also learning about and documenting thier culture. (He's also trying to research his own which he was separated from.)

He then gets caught up in Stingrays shenagins and gets roped in to help, becoming an occasional translater/ emissary/ messenger/ guide for the WASPs and the humans point of contact.

Originally tolka set to appear in 'Seasick' but seeing as thats on hiatus and I love him so much I've kinda a little one seprate shot to introduce him

He/him pronouns. to place his age but I put him bout 18-24 ish human wise and maturity. He does have a baby face tho.

Originally more "lister from red drawf but in the sea," in personality my sweet sweet boy became a bit less of a lad then lister but I kept his hair thou. He likes to put beads or shells in his dreads.

Soon as he hits salt water boom tails stead feet. Very H2O and not in his control. Can transform in fresh water but more control.

His spepies can normally shape-shift with more control to resemble many things. but as he is half human his abilities are limited. Has three forms, human looking and mer although they take energy to maintain. His 'true' form settles between the two although it goes cause his body to flux a bit where helis weight settles in his body and can make him a little clumsy at times. Has feather like spines in his hair and along his shoulders.

Again half human. His mother was sudued by and 'married' a sailour. She and tola were castout from her home/people because this but settled in with a nomadic tribe (disappearing ships kinda vibes). His mothers people were then under Titains rule. Tolk Tried to find his father once. Didn't work but gave him an excuse to cross the oceans.

Has studied in London, Liverpool and Manchester (that's how he ended up being called tim) as well as several other cities. Swam in the cannels and rivers.

Can breath underwater but cannot go as deep as some species for as long. Very fast and strong.

Can speak and many languages both above and below including understand Pacfica and aquaphibians.

Always curious. Loves it when people info dump. Easily frightened but is brave still. Does try to seem cleverer then he really is sometimes. Strong bit shy.

Can often take things literally, Gets his words muddled a little and funny phrases. but again MULTIPLE LAUNGUES

Surfer dude meets dark academic. He loves human trinkets and bright colours but also librarys and books. Wold wear flipflops/sliders with suits.

Has a crush on Fisher. Still a little in awe of Marina and the Stingray crew.

Aphony is fond of him and Marina takes great delight in having someone to talk and relate to. Sophia despite her no nonsense attitude treats him as she does many of her young relatives. Josker absolutely affectionatly bullies the hell out of him.

And that's my boy! Hopefully finish it soon

[born-to-riot]

Azris, art in progress

okay so anyone who's been following me or like takes a quick look at my profile can see that recently I've been obsessed with Azris and I know its waaaay past MerMay but like I mean I just couldn't get this thought out of my head. Anyway this is like my first time doing art on an iPad and I still need to practice a lot and obviously it isn't finished but like I've always loved sketching and so I hope to get better. Anyways I'll post the finished thing when I'm done. but like it doesn't need to be May I'll take possessive mates Azris anytime. (also obviously I spent a lot more time on Eris, Azriel's outline was literally done in two seconds and most definitely will be changed)

also sorry I'll stop overexplaining myself one day

Edit: Omg y’all it’s changed so much from this ahhh

[dourpeep]

7, 14, 16, 17, 18, 19, 25 (IF UR UNCOMFY W ANY OF THE QUESTIONS JUST PRETEND YOU DIDNT SEE ME ASK NODNOD)

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

heheheeee hello koi- I'll be doing this for Genshin, ofc!

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Mmm, I don't actually have a character I hate, but I'm not particularly fond of the general fanon characterization of Xiao. I adore his character, and the man vs self struggle that's both the internalization of his past as well as his 'acceptance' is just *chef's kiss*.

But while he sounds edgy, Xiao's pretty soft. Sure his en voice is on the gruff/edgy side, but if we always just took voices at face value then ho boy would that be a world of trouble. I get it though, voices generally should (take v lightly) match the characterization, but I really like his en voice! Laila Berzins did so good!

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

Yandere-ization is noticeably prevalent in Genshin, which I think just is because it just so happens they both became more popular (the yandere tropes/characterizations and Genshin in general) around the same time. It's not my cup of tea, but it's not the end of the world either. At one point, scrolling through ao3, I'd pretty much see a yandere fic every other work--especially for characters like Scaramouche or Xiao or Kazuha.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Making everything edgy- Genshin isn't really a just soft feelings game, and a ton of the characters have a pretty dark backstory, but I just am not super into this. It's probably because I'm also just tired of getting such dreary (?) stuff from fandom, but who knows. Specifically though making it seem like Kaeya and Diluc hate each other's guts, making Albedo seem like he's cold or purely calculative, Kaeya being only manipulative and sleazy, Diluc being only broody and grim, Xiao being overly rude and mean, Scaramouche (/j).

That's not to say I downright hate it, but man it does get a little tiring seeing it. That's probably why I tend to write only soft stuff- also writing angst puts me in intense pain

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

MERMAID--Merbedo my beloved...I want more mermaid fics and art! And I know it's mermay but (': I've been so busy that I don't have the time and I am down my tablet so I also can only do traditional art OTL

But anyway! Mermaid Genshin stuff! Give them fancy tails and pretty scales!!! More

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Soft poetic characterization of Kazuha, domestic Xiao, RUBEDOOO (subject 2).

I just love the idea of Kazuha just quietly musing over something, no matter it's importance, or maybe even just admiring the simplicity of something that's equally profound. Kazuha being flowery in his language with that dreamy feel but you can still feel the brewing storm within his mind- oiashdfioe

Xiao being (not) forced into a situation where he's with someone for an extended amount of time, shadowed by his worries about his karma effecting but also those silently brewing emotions that flutter at the simplest thing. Xiao not being very physically affectionate but instead leaving little gifts, or perhaps offering to take watch (like you're traveling together towards a common goal or something and he sees that you're nodding off while on watch so he sits there a little ways away to keep an eye on you while you sleep but also make sure no harm comes).

AND RUBEDO (': I miss him, I want more mhy please give me more of him because I KNOW he's not dead. There's no way--regardless of whcih Bedo is the Albedo at the end of Shadows Amidst Snowstorms, there's no way that he's dead. If the Bedo is Albedo, then he's clearly hiding something or making light of the situation. If it's Rubedo then that's self explanatory.

it doesn't even matter if he *actually* gets much more content I just wanna know my other boy is safe and sound (or maybe just alive yknow)

OH AND EULA! I get that there's that whole thing where people overreacted and took it way out of proportion (esp. on twt), but Eula is a great character! She's good for the trope of breaking away from what you're associated with and I feel like she could do with being included more in the game! I hope she gets another character story because I think she's pretty cool neat

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Scaramouche. I still am baffled that he's the reason I started writing for Genshin and why I have an unholy knowledge of his entire character and background like I think about it and wonder "the hell?"

Also his personality is exactly the type of person that pisses me off irl so I hate that I really like his character.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Peeps who hear 'Genshin' and immediately just- yknow the thing. Judging and stuff like "Oh. You're one of those people." Like, right back at you dude, you're one of those people who judge someone based off what they enjoy and just can't let people to enjoy what they like right? Yeah thought so.

smh killjoys just cause someone enjoys something that's not necessarily associated with good fandom doesn't mean whatever it is is immediately shit

[shivunin]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @zenstrike---thanks for the tag, Zen! I am under strict orders (from myself) not to open any of my writing docs until next Wednesday at the earliest, so I will also do a list of the things I still intend to finish.

Tagging @greypetrel and @ndostairlyrium, and as always no pressure (and if anyone else is working on something cool they'd like to show off, please consider this an open tag as well) c:

Inquisition:

Triptych: (Elowen/Cullen) This is my almost--kind of--not really a love triangle fic. I wanted to explore the aftermath of breaking up with Solas since the game doesn't really address how Lavellan feels directly afterward. So this is kind of a "who am I when I'm not yours?" kind of a story with a slow burn besides.

The Red Crossing Arrangement: (Adahlena/Cullen) I've said plenty about this AU, but it's a world in which the Second Exalted March never happened and the elves live in autonomous nations in the Dirthavaren/Halamshiral regions (more specific explanation here). In order to seal the peace accords, Lavellan has to choose a husband from among human representatives.

Big Bang fic: I can't say much about this! But this one is Salshira/Cullen, very grand in scale and full of pain and action and I am excited about it c:

Various Book of Memories chapters: I have mostly finished Leander and Adhlea's disastrous first visit to the Chantry and I also have a questionable nightmare chapter, which...might be too sad to post. I haven't decided yet haha. Also an extension of the oaths piece I posted here.

Shoulder the Skies: Avvar AU (Elowen/Cullen), focused on language, communication, and cultural transmission (loosely inspired by various ME first contact/translator off AUs)

Saltwater and Sea-Strand: (Emma/Cullen) Mermaid AU! I originally intended to finish this for Mermay and....uh that could still technically happen. Emma is left on an island with elven ruins to research them and discovers far more than she expected.

Stardust In Her Hair: (Josie/Salshira) A piece about family and acceptance set during the ball at Halamshiral (this is...technically done, I'm just fiddling with the tone at the end)

Origins:

I am still tinkering with the idea of doing a full Origins retelling, but my dedication to keeping my fic as close to canon as possible has hobbled me a bit here (from the sheer amount of research and specific videos I need to look up). Everything is in one doc at the moment, but there are two pieces I've been toying with posting separately on AO3.

Amanecer: The first night Zevran actually stays the whole night; yet another step on the "neither of us want to admit that there are a lot of feelings involved here" road

Contrivances: I posted a snippet of this a few weeks ago, but this one is Wen finally putting her foot down about the way Zev casts himself as an object/tool. (It's um. It's mostly her blowing him, and the expression of affection/intimacy without reciprocation vs affection as currency)

(currently unnamed) piece about the fight with Loghain and the evolution of Wen's friendship with Alistair; this is really her taking a hard look at her choices and deciding she doesn't want him to have to make the same ones

DA2:

And Shed Our Sorrows: Hawke leaving Ferelden for Kirkwall, inspired by "Stay I Pray You" from Anastasia

Royal Flush: Hawke cheats at cards; inspired by that post a while back that said something along the lines of "if you can't laugh during sex then what is the point"

Signifying Nothing: Hawke and grief; regarding the week/s immediately following Leandra's death

Give Ourselves Away: Exploring the role of touch in Hawke and Fenris's relationship, especially the way physical contact and healing acts as a sort of stand-in for more overt intimacy

And various expansions of ficlets, especially The Small Hours, Lend a Hand, and A Fond Farewell

(And it's not writing but!) The Fenris scarf c: I'm about ten/eleven inches in and I really like the way the favor section came out

Original:

...so I have written three novels in various iterations, but I am always fiddling with them. On the off chance I ever publish any of them, I don't want to name them here, but the general gist is:

Death's granddaughter reluctantly sends ghosts on to the afterlife in lieu of working her shitty day job, until the woman who helped raise her vanishes and upsets the balance of magic. Now, Araceli has until All Souls' Day to get her back or things in her small town are about to get a lot more spectral. (This is sort of...a way to grapple with death and memory; I love urban fantasy dearly, and I think the role of "unfinished business" is sort of funny to think about in conjunction with the living as well as the dead. Also, I wanted to write a protagonist who tackles the otherworldly with the explicit "yeah, well I am off shift in half an hour so...not my problem" kind of energy) (I am almost done with the second draft of this and it is so much tighter than the first iteration; I can kind of track my own writing progress by how much more coherent the themes are this time around)

Lucita is the chief administrator in a werewolf pack. She's settled into it gradually, but her life is abruptly wrenched off course when her ex girlfriend petitions the pack for help. Something is killing the witches on their own land, and though investigation is far from Luci's job description and her new senses are foreign to her, she is about to find out that in this, as most things, she doesn't have much of a choice but to act. (Like most werewolf stuff, this one is a lot about the conceptual division between logic and feeling, and finding a balance between mind and body)

Fairy godmothers give gifts; unfortunately, not all gifts are good ones. Amalinda was given a gift as an infant that forces anyone who looks at her bare face to see the one they love most instead. To avoid living as someone else until she dies, she leaves her powerful family in the dark of night and takes up a humbler life in the borderlands. As the sole trader with the mysterious Godchildren who live deep in the woods, she hopes to avoid detection for as long as possible. (This is...sort of a Sleeping Beauty retelling if you look at it sideways, but it's more about how identity is shaped by environment and intent.)

[fucking-zawa-sensei]

If it wasn't already obvious from my lack of Riptide posts, I'm sadly not going to be able to update in time for Mermay this year! I planned poorly 😭 and I am going to be traveling the next 3 weeks and simply will not have time, but I assure you the next chapter is underway. I'm also working on that hurt/comfort fic I've been sharing pieces of the past few months. In fact, it's almost done!

I feel like I'm always behind and a terribly slow writer anymore, for which I'm deeply sorry. As much as I'd like to write, life is busy and sometimes my mental health kicks my ass. I'm never going to stop, though, so please be patient and I will update! Thank you all for your support.

[hihopelessromantics]

4, 23 and/or 41 for the ask game :)

Question 23: What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Mermaids. Worldbuilding, society, interesting verbal and body language, fairy tale connotations, varied character design, relationships with other fantasy creatures, creativity-provoking magic system, and potential for Themes, both dark and wholesome, they have it all. I've always been too shy/embarrassed to write aus like that down... but I've seen so many people on here freely enjoying the mermaid things since I realized what MerMay is... maybe this is the month! Also, if you like mermaids, friendship themes, and language, The Waterfire Saga might be a treat for you. That's the series that opened my eyes to the possibilities of the genre.

Question 41: Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

Well, for this fandom, yours have been a great inspiration to me, as well as @7-ratsinatrenchcoat's, but the Original that made me appreciate fanfiction as an art form to the extent I do now is "Scaring Darkness Away" by Linkedsoul. Main theme is darkness, and healing from it. It's my top favorite spinoff of the RPG game that got me into character-based storytelling and psychological horror, Satsuriku no Tenshi. This weird thematically complicated little game absolutely enchanted me when I found the youtube playthroughs for it online. I started reading this fic when I was 13 and did not know to read the tags, and also had zero contact with fandom spaces outside of Pinterest. It was just me and this fic and the daydream universe I made for it for 2+ years. It is unfinished but as I've said (somewhere) I will wait forever and am very content with my experience in the meantime. Stumbling across this did a Lot for my understanding of how interactions between characters can have an impression on the reader and just angst and character writing in general. Not sure what you or anyone would think of it, but I thought it was a wonderful read.

Kay so I went back to look for it and now it's only available to registered AO3 users so guess I'm finally trying again to get an account on there. Never got a response the last time. I'll get back to you on that later. God if it's been deleted I'm going to be emotionally wrecked

Question 4: What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

Ooo, so many. I only have posted a few things, and I would dig for something I could ramble on about, but I'm short on time so for now I'm going to have to go with this line:

"FOOLS. DO YOU REALLY INTEND TO KILL ME? when the dust settles here, you will all be dead, and the Holy War will begin anew!"

"When the dust settles, I’ll be making love to your son on my golden throne, and you’ll be a scorned, forgotten memory."

Possibly the most nsfw line I've ever written 😅 buuuut I love it so much, it requires almost zero context for the desired effect (I think). Plus I just think it hits well. And I can see a badass Elizabeth saying this in the heat of the moment and then her REACTION afterward after realizing what she just said in public... if she's flustered, so funny, and if she totally stands by it and Meliodas gets a little flustered or is in too deep to do anything but stare with lovey-dovey eyes, even better.

That was fun~ see you next time hopefully!

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

Shark Week (2)

mermay mermay mermay mermay

Part one here

tags: @cerasus--flores

There was a problem he honestly hadn’t thought about.

It was on him, it seemed so obvious now that he was actually thinking about it. 

"Uhm. Are you really just going to stay in the tub the entire time? It'll be awfully boring." Also, he needed to be able to shower. The main issue. Of course he wanted the strange man to be comfortable while he recovered from the injury to his tail. But he really needed the shower. His work wasn't exactly cleanly and with how the small town always seemed to be rainy and overcast.. 

Ajax seemed to think about his question, tail flicking some, water splashing out onto the tile floor. "Yeah I guess that would suck!" He nodded, fluffy ginger hair bouncing as he looked up at Sulien. "If only I had some fantastical magic that could grant me legs for a few days~!" The man grinned, sharp, it made sense, he was a shark.

"Do you?"

Dull blue eyes blinked at him and he averted his gaze, he felt stupid for asking. But the small apartment bathroom was really the only bathroom he had.. "I do, I was going to do a big fun reveal though." Ajax pouted, toned arms crossing over a scarred chest. Sulien cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Sorry.."

"It's fine! I still won't be able to walk with this wound though. Looks like you'll have to carry me anyway." Ajax teased him, uncrossing his arms to partially lean out of the tub. Sulien dropped his hand from his neck, looking at the creature in the tub. He managed to carry all that tail, how hard would it be when he had legs? "Maybe that is for the best though, I've never done this." 

It was almost mystical, watching the scales shift and move. But the sounds.. Sulien grimaced at the cracking of bones, the sound of flesh peeling and ripping. It was almost disgusting. He wasn't surprised when it turned out Ajax was tall, much taller than him. But that nasty injury did remain, although at least no longer bleeding.

Ah. Wait.

"I'll get you clothes."

"Clothes? Oh. Clothes!" Ajax excitedly nodded, sitting up properly in the tub. He had time to inspect his odd human legs. They certainly were strange. Sulien quickly left the bathroom when the creature started lifting his good leg to inspect it. How embarrassing.. The man shut the door behind him, a hand covering his face as he shook his head. 

Somehow strange was putting it lightly. Was he having some sort of fever dream? Maybe caused by fumes? No, no, it had to be real. And the fact it had to be real just made things worse. Sulien hoped he still had some of his brother's clothes, at least Ohm had longer legs than him. He stepped away from the bathroom, heading towards the bedroom tucked at the end of the hallway.

When he returned to the bathroom, the tub was empty of water, the man within now wrapped in a towel. He caught on quick at least. "Here, this is all I could find. I hope it'll fit." Sulien was actually positive the cotton pants belonged to one of Ohm's friends but, that wasn't particularly his problem anymore. "Do you need help dressing?" He inquired, setting the pants and shirt on the counter.

"I don't know how to put pants on."

Sulien bit back a laugh at the blunt admittance. Ajax seemed to sense it though, his smile undeniable as he gave the man a small shrug. "Here, I'll help you then. It isn't hard, you just have to be careful with that leg." And then he got to work. It was easier if he just saw it as a type of work he had to do, it made it easier to completely separate from the absurdness of the situation. 

Once dressed, he was easy to pick up, much lighter this way. "You really are strong.." Ajax laughed, arms wrapping around Sulien's neck as he was carried to the living room. Sulien paid the comment no mind, leaning down to set Ajax down on the couch with ease. "Oh, soft.." Ajax laid sprawled on the couch, propping his injured leg up on the armrest. He wiggled against the cushions.

"Soft.. I'll be right back." Sulien quietly left the living room, leaving Ajax on the couch alone. He was only gone for a moment or two, holding a bundle of fluffy black fabric in his arms. "A blanket." He explained, unfolding the soft fluffy blanket and laying it out over the man. Ajax propped himself up a little bit, allowing the blanket to be laid on him. He wasn't kidding, it really was soft.

Ajax snuggled under the blanket, blue eyes shutting as he got comfortable. He barely reacted when Sulien lifted his head, sliding a pillow underneath him. But it certainly added to his comfort level. The man exhaled with content. "Is this how you humans live? I could get used to this.." Sulien chuckled at that, smoothing out the blanket a little. Of course he hadn't experienced comfort like this.. But..

"You'd trade freedom for this." Sulien admitted, opting to sit on the floor beside the couch. Ajax opened his eyes, turning his head to look at Sulien. The interest was clear, so was the confusion. "The sea. It's a very freeing place, right?" Ajax nodded. "Mm. On land, for most at least, you don't have that sort of freedom. If it weren't for my obligations, I'd probably choose the sea." He shrugged, watching as the man seemed to think through his words.

"You'll have to tell me more at some point.." Ajax turned his head once more to face the ceiling, a yawn escaping him. Sulien's expression softened, it was rather late. "You humans, you certainly are strange creatures! Teucer would love you in particular though. My little brother." Ajax laughed, shaking his head. "He's sort of obsessed with the human world. He'll be wowed when I tell him about this adventure!" 

Sulien smiled, how endearing.. Well, at least he could use his shower now.

[yandere-sins]

Hello~☆ Here for my thoughts on your blog and it's actually the perfect timing bc I've been thinking on whether or not to tell you smth. That something being...

How grateful I am for you!💜!💜!💜! Like, I think you're one of the first yandere blogs that opened my eyes and really pulled me into this special hell. I like how you...stay in character? Might sound weird since you'd think that's the standard but it's just what I noticed. Like, they way you write characters is very much believable. And the way you write is also just so easy to read, digest and pops like a Nimm 2 candy. It was also kinda surprising to know that you're also German bc of how fluently and well you write but also bc it just feels very smth distinct I can't describe to know that there's smn who's also into this fucked up shit in the same country as me.

Anyways, I love your stuff and I owe you my life 🤗 take responsibility for what you've done to me

Late replies, but thanks everyone who sent something in! I’ll go through it now ^-^

Thank you! I am really glad that I’m still able to keep up making the characters feel believable despite distorting their personalities! I’ve always tried to stay as much in-character as possible with my fanfiction, and I try to grab what I can for yandere and build on it (or wreck it hehe)!

I know that I make a lot of mistakes still, but I’m glad that it seems like non-primary english speakers are still able to read it! I think that’s already an achievement in itself :D You’d be surprised, though, how many Germans I got to know via my blogs, so you’re definitely not alone with whatever your preferences are! And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with enjoying what’s enjoyable for you personally :3 I’m glad that I’m able to give you the immersive experience through yandere in writing that makes you feel a lot of things!

Thank you for sharing and I hope you get to enjoy a lot more stories in the future!! ♥

I can’t take responsibility for your life tho, pls have mercy I can hardly manage my own x’D

It’s never too late, thank you for reaching out ♥

With the concepts, it’s a lot like with the characters, where you set on a completely normal, harmless point and then just drag it down to hell. It’s just practice I’d say! Nevertheless, thank you for your kind words and support! It means a lot to hear you say these things about my stories, especially when I try (even when I’m struggling at times), to present them the way you just described! I hope you’ll enjoy a lot more of my stories in the future :3

Welcome back! I’m glad to hear from you again ^-^

(POV and perspective are both okay to use, no worries! :D) Thank you so much for your insight! I’m sure you noticed I’ve been trying different POVs lately, and from different people, so I’m glad you found them all enjoyable regardless! I definitely want to do more yandere pov in the future, especially with the prison project still running (I think that would put a very different, interesting light on things >:3), but sometimes I get insecure and just hope it’s not too difficult to read as a reader who might not be able to relate. But I’m glad you don’t seem to have a problem with that! :D More power to you!!

Reblogs are definitely the best form of support, even for older works! Oftentimes I see someone reblogging a piece from a while ago and suddenly it gains notes again! Tumblr algorithm is crazy sometimes, but it of course makes me really happy to see that my old writing gets another chance at life ^-^

As for the OC content, I will admit that has slacked a little. Rhys is mostly finished and I think a lot of people don’t really know him since he’s quite old, but I have one more general headcanon request for him which I will do (hopefully soon). I don’t think Atreo will be featured in the upcoming MerMay again but I am still working on plotting out the story, so who knows! However, it’ll feature three new OCs so... that’s something xD As for the Alien Project, which is not only hosting my OC but also other people’s OCs, that’s probably the best bet for OC content! The next time I get to write about it, we’ll get some more Azazel action at least, so that’s something to look forward to!

Otherwise, I hope you’ll enjoy the semi-oc’s I sometimes write about, and who will keep popping up here and there, but I don’t have any more planned aside from the mentioned above yet, sorry >-< Maybe the next time, we’ll switch things up and get a darling OC where we are the yandere? Who knows, but I think that could be fun as well ^-^

Stay safe & healthy as well, and thank you for checking in ♥