#Mer!Alpha

[sunnydbeam]

I love your mer design for Alpha!!!! With all those stripes and pearls. i really like the colors here too! And his expression is so cute! Maybe because his cheeks are being squeezed, or because he's so stubborn that he doesn't want to say anything at all (if he could speak here)

God, they're so cute!!

As always, you capture such tender scenes between these two! I'm in love with both of them in all their versions! Always happy to see your beautiful art <333

I love this sooo much, thank you for sharing!!♡

Mute as a fish

"Wawawawa, wa"

(Mer) Alpha is taken from Gamma Code AU by @sunnydbeam!!!

[astystole]

ozen cosplaying as @yekkiz's ruth 💙 ; PL4YG1RL DOT COM a special lookbook for mer, inspired by ruth's style - me & ozen's style icon/inspiriation/goals since our days as a baby simblr!

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03: hair / eyeshadow / eyeliner / shades / earrings / top / skirt / fishnets / boots

04: hair / shades / earrings / choker** / bag** / top / acc thong / jeans / heels

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[beautyconsumer]

Brainstorming for my ABO Selkie! Alpha Jason / Siren! Omega Grant AU. To get my gears going and continue the story. Part 3

This time batfam fluff/shenanigans

Bruce is an omega parent with an awful empty nest syndrome so of course he adopted the baby selkie pup who not only had the hilarious gall to steal his tires, he's also shows incredible braveness and empathy towards the weak, despite being so scrawny and little.

Bruce's omega instincts melt.

This also bring the possibility of little alpha Jason being so intensely protective of Bruce.

Hence Jason staring down menacingly at every single alpha who so much looks at Bruce's way.

Catwoman wants to play chase? Not with Robin there! He's not having it.

Superman wants to stay over for dinner? Just watch your hands and eyes boy scout.

Two Face is having tension with Bruce with story Jason knows nothing about? You're on thin ice Dent. You're lucky you're so pathetic little meow meow otherwise Jason wouldn't have let it slide he's getting it with two (lol) of his parents

[original-begay-docrime]

Epic Fanfics

This is the masterlist of epic fics I'm working on. Will be updated as I add more.

Omega Odysseus : a series of oneshots (still on going) from prior to the odyssey and during the odyssey.

Blood of the gods : God!Odysseus, winged!Odysseus

The Wolf in Troy : Omegaverse AU where Paris Kidnap Odysseus instead of Helen. {Completed}

Athena Noctuna : Blind!Telemachus and Omegaverse Au

You win or You Die : an alternate route to my other fic Athena Noctuna. Blind!Telemachus, King Antinous omegaverse au.

Only the Ocean Knows Poseidon takes Odysseus to teach him a lesson for blinding his son. {omegaverse}

Sword's Edge: Alternate version of The Wolf in Troy where Paris decides to be the worst and the war lasts much longer.

Sea Foam: a little mermaid OdyPen AU. Mer!Odysseus.

Odysseus, King of Ithaca Daughter of Laertes Omegaverse AU where Odysseus was born a woman. And has to navigate the her life disguised as a man. (chronologicals through the beginning of her life to her return home from a 20 year journey)

Omegaverse heats: post on how I write heats in the omegaverse

[br0wni3xx]

Look at this fatass sitting on others head

Mermay prompt under cut

lalalalalala its ""puppy piles"" if someone didn't got it lalala

[katyawriteswhump]

Of mermaids and soulmates 💖

For @steddiebingo prompt, “Mermaid,’ and @stmonstercalendar Mermay week 1 prompt… ‘Mermaid.’ I also plundered the Mermay bingo prompt list for inspiration and used storm, washed ashore, cave and... whump (okay that was going to be in there whatever I wrote, I fear, but the others got me going on this, thanks.)

Rating: M, WC: 3700; Tags: O!Steve, A!Eddie, mermaid Steve, fairytale au, some sexual content, pining, minor angst, hurt/comfort, sick fic, snuggles, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, very literal happy ever after. Summary: Life was tough for Eddie and his fisherman uncle, Wayne. Then Alpha Eddie goes and makes it tougher, by falling in love with an Omega mermaid called… Steve?!? Read on AO3

The healing herbs are from amazing designs by @moonjelly69 and can be found in posts here and here. Thank you for letting me borrow them. They def leaked through from a far better place.

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Eddie found his Omega the morning after a really nasty-ass storm.

He woke with a gut-churning shudder that told him somebody he cared for was in danger.

Wayne was fine, tho’. He clattered in the cottage kitchen, which pumped out odors of fresh bread and bacon that would be their only meal today. The storm had lost them the profits of a whole night’s catch. Eddie grabbed his jean jacket and nudged past Wayne with a mumbled, “Not hungry,” then straight out onto the shingle shore.

“Eddie? What’s wrong?” called Wayne, from their doorstep.

“Nothing,” said Eddie, attempting a goofy grin and a flippant wave. Only that I’m going out of my mind. Like I do every day.  “Back in a sec.”

Eddie followed his nose, clambering between the debris, tracing that tiny wisp of salted-caramel and seagrass sweetness that threaded its way through the seaweed and brine.

He found Steve hunkered by a rock, curled into a ball. If it hadn’t been for his scent, Eddie might’ve missed him. A veil of wet hair covered his face, and he’d wrapped his arms tight around his shivering bare torso. His beautiful fishtail was folded in, and completely tangled in a segment of ugly orange trawler net.

Eddie absorbed this in a single heartbeat, hurried forward and crouched down. He gently touched the mermaid’s shoulder, who looked up with a very Omega squeak.

“Hey?” said Eddie, “Steve, it’s me, Eddie. You know me?”

“Uh… like we’ve not been fucking for weeks, dipshit?”  Steve’s voice shook with trembles them broke up altogether. “My tail… It’s all tangled up. Please help me?”

Eddie draped his jacket over Steve. “Christ yeah. I owe you one, remember?”

“I’ll always remember,” whispered Steve. Then he slumped forward against Eddie, completely out of it.

Eddie opted not to tell himself this couldn’t be real. Seeing was believing, huh? He lowered Steve’s head down onto soft sand and set about untangling his fishtail. He kept his hands steady—despite his fury—while using his penknife to remove the plastic cutting between Steve’s beautiful multi-color scales and fluttering tailfins. Then he scooped the fairly hefty mermaid into his arms and began his trudge back along the shore.

He was sick with worry.

If Steve hadn’t been hurt, however, he would be howling his joy to that wisp of a daytime moon. Finding his mermaid made a whole lot of sense, as if his whole life clicked suddenly into place. Plus, Steve was even cuter in real life than in his dreams.

He had seen Steve with his waking eyes before, only once.

He’d been fifteen and after endless bugging, Wayne had agreed to let Eddie assist him on the fishing boat. One night, a giant wave had swept Eddie from the deck, and the icy waters gobbled him deep.

He flailed, attempted to pull for the surface. Too late. His lungs burned. Panic blindsided him. In the inky darkness, the bubbles of his breath seeped from him, white light strobed before his eyes, and then…

…the kiss.

Okay, it was a kiss of life. Eddie was in no position to find it hot.

Still, after the first injection of lifesaving air, he noticed the softness of his rescuers’ lips. Then he saw a guy around his age with a floaty lion’s mane of hair, who wrapped a solid arm around him, and pulled for the surface.

The other boy appeared to have a fishtail.

Lack of oxygen sent you loopy, right?

They’d emerged among the choppy waves, yards from where Wayne leaned over the side of the boat, holding a lifebuoy and yelling his head off.

The mer-boy shoved Eddie forward. Wayne grabbed Eddie’s hand, hauling him to safety, while those other arms around him slipped away. “H-help the other k-kid,” gasped Eddie, flopping onto the deck.

Wayne gave him a look. The one that, in his kind-natured uncle, stood in for calling Eddie out for being dumb. From the corner of his eye, Eddie glimpsed a flicker of that fishtail between the foamy white horses, silvered and glittering with all the colors of the rainbow.  “Don’t worry, Eddie. He’ll be okay.”

Wayne believed in mermaids. Merfolk? Whatever the heck they were called. As for Eddie, he wanted to believe. Didn’t stop him wondering if they were both crazy.

A couple of years later, he presented Alpha and dated a few Omegas. None of them rocked his world, until Steve the mermaid—oozing adorable Omega vibes and bitchy as fuck—began starring in Eddie’s dreams. Which were as hot and horny as they were wet and sticky.

Also, heart-achingly real, which was… Yup, crazy.  In his dreams, he was fucking Steve, who for sure seemed to possess some kind of snug Alpha-dick lovin’ hole. But how could he fuck somebody who literally had a fishtail?

And who other than a crazy guy, not only banged mermaids in their dreams, but also snuggled and exchanged pillow talk after? One of Steve’s favorite topics was the songs that Eddie blasted from the boat while he and Wayne worked. He wanted to know everything about them, from the names of the groups to the kinds of instruments they played.

Apparently, Steve really liked Queen: “Don’t get me wrong, Eddie, I dig the thrash metal shouty shit—and ACDC hit some awesome resonances that send the whales cuckoo—but that Freddie dude can really sing.”

Finally, and maybe craziest of all, what kind of mermaid introduced themselves as Steve? Eddie wasn’t sure what sorts of names mermaids should have. It would be nothing as ordinary as Steve, right? Steve also explained that he was a mermaid— “Yeah, a mermaid, like is that a problem, you stupid mouth-breathing land-hugger?” 

He was also an Omega.

Eddie was fine with all of that and had never harbored any doubts about the latter.

At least, in his dreams.

During the day, Eddie had been pretty damn sure he was either going cuckoo as those metal-loving whales… or that his mermaid was totally stalking him.  He regularly caught a wisp of that caramel and sea-grass scent and was damn sure it was Steve, because it usually gave him a semi. There’d also been the mysterious gifts turning up randomly on deck—including a solid silver skull and crossbones ring that must’ve belonged to a pirate boss. Finally, there’d been that time his ghetto blaster skidded overboard. It’d been slid back beneath the ship rail, soggy, useless and with his Black Sabbath cassette ruined.

Hey, it was the thought that counted.

Now, here he was, carrying the guy of his dreams—a limp and senseless mermaid—home to Wayne. Who stood at the door of the cottage and ushered them in with a mumble of, “Ah yeah, makes sense. What a damn shame. I’ll get extra blankets, throw a log on the fire.”

Eddie lay Steve down on his own bed and stared.

Jesus freakin’ Christ!  Was he real? He was real! Steve whimpered desolately, and Eddie snapped his gaping mouth shut to lie down and gently wrap his body around Steve’s.

The mermaid’s torso was somehow soft and Omega and muscular and sturdy—all that swimming, Eddie supposed. Steve whimpered and rolled closer, and Eddie gently enveloped him the best he could, rubbing his cheek against Steve’s ridiculously soft fluffy hair, dropping kisses. Steve’s tail nestled into Eddie’s legs and their bodies notched together as if they were born to snuggle this way.

Eddie’s heart ached and he gulped back totally un-Alpha tears. Had he found Steve only to lose him.

No. He point blank refused that.

Wayne returned with the blankets, and also a first-aid kit and bandages, which he used to carefully clean up and tend to Steve’s tail. When Steve hissed and moaned in his sleep, Eddie pressed the mermaid’s head to his chest and rocked and stroked him.

Eventually, Steve’s trembling subsided. He sighed a few times, snuffling against Eddie’s throat, as if Eddie’s scent might revive him.

Then he slipped into a deep sleep.

“Eddie,” Wayne whispered from the doorway, a short while later. “C’mon, son, you can leave him for a moment. You gotta eat. I saved your breakfast.”

Eddie bit back a snarl. He didn’t want to leave Steve, not for a second, tho’ Wayne talked sense. He reluctantly unwound himself and joined Wayne in the kitchen.

Wayne’s worry was etched deep in every line on his brow.

“What is it?” asked Eddie.

“Listen, his injuries are infected. We need to act fast. I know the right herbs to cure him—thryssil, a sharp leaved water-plant with healing saliva, and blunova, dark blue berries that grow deep in cool sea-water caves. They’re rare and getting rarer. Hard to find these days.”

“We can’t buy something at the chemist?”

Wayne gave him another of those placid looks. “Mermaids are magical, Eddie—he’s a sprite of the ocean’s deepest magic, and the modern world has polluted him. We must find those natural medicines then… Look, you know better than I that he’s an Omega. The herbs alone won’t cut it unless an Alpha nurses him through the worst. And when you save his life, you’ll be bound to him. While he lives, you’ll never be able to mate another Omega. He would perish of rejection and grief.”

Eddie let the bombshell blast through him.

He got it. It should scare the bejesus out of him. What would happen when he went into rut? Did Steve have heats? Would they ever be able to have pups?

What would be the point of a mate if they couldn’t actually mate?

Yeah, the bombshell blasted through him. In its aftermath Eddie found he was totally ready to take the plunge with Steve, whatever their future may bring.

Screw being ‘bound’ to each other, as if it was something unwanted. He knew in that moment that Steve was his soulmate.

“I get it,” he told Wayne, with a shrug. “I honestly do, and it’s all fine. Where do we look for these herbs?”

They took turns sweeping the shoreline and every cave they knew. Wayne searched for longer. Steve slept more easily when Eddie snuggled him, than when Wayne sat with him, mopping his burning brow and holding his too-pale hand. The Omega’s fever grew worse, and he sniffled weakly, sweating and shuddering. Then the fever broke, and he settled, horribly quiet.

Two days passed, and he still hadn’t woken. His pulse grew thready and faint, his breaths horribly shallow.

When Eddie stroked his face, and begged him to wake, his lashes barely flickered.

His fishtail turned a bruise-like purple, spreading upward from the bandages he kept bleeding through.

“Stay with me, Baby,” whispered Eddie, “Please, Stevie, please?”

A putrid fishy scent began drowning the last shreds of his Omega sweetness, and Eddie sobbed shamelessly.

If Steve died, Eddie would be free to find an Omega he could have pups with. Apart from he wouldn’t. In his heart of hearts, he knew he could never take another mate, and that he’d only ever be happy with Steve. Then, as his tears disintegrated into snarls of vengeance against whoever dumped that nylon net, Wayne burst into the cottage:

“Eddie, I got them.”

Eddie unwound himself from Steve, reluctant but also dead keen to aid his uncle, who looked dog-tired, his wiry frame drooping. They mixed the blunova berries with the thryssil saliva and applied them in a poultice to Steve’s tail. The leftovers went into a cordial for him to sip when he awoke.

Wayne said ‘when,’ not ‘if.’  Eddie clung to that quiet optimism, as he slid back beneath the blankets to snuggle Steve.

The next few hours proved truly magical. Color returned to Steve’s face, and his breathing grew deeper and even. Eddie slid a hand beneath his head and lifted it, trying to coax him into sipping the cordial. At first, Steve barely opened his eyes, but hitched his lip and muttered, “too sleepy, get lost.”

Yeah, that was Eddie’s snarky little mermaid.

When he finally tasted the blunova, tho’, he sucked his lower lip, and whispered, “Yum.”

Soon, Eddie caught a hint of Steve’s sweetness returning. It mingled with the fruity medicines and Eddie’s own Alpha scent, which pumped madly as if trying to form a protective cloud around his Omega.

Finally, Eddie’s tension melted away, and he too drifted off into a deep sleep. When he gradually wandered toward wakefulness, something that felt like warm trickly honey was gliding down his chest.

His eyes flew wide and locked with Steve’s. Who was tucked cosily under his arm, and… Ooookay, yup, taking advantage of that position to lick Eddie’s chest, which was inked with many nautical and totally metal tattoos.

“Hey,” said Steve, jerking back, startled.

“Someone’s feeling better, huh?” Eddie beamed down at Steve, who’d retreated toward Eddie’s armpit, plying Eddie with large curious hazel-brown eyes and a surprisingly bashful smile. “How do I taste?”

“Not gonna lie. Could lick the salt off your skin forever.”  Eddie worshipped Steve’s playful smirk, then the way he swiped his tongue around his soft and super-kissable lips. Steve in turn flitted his attention to Eddie’s mouth. “There’s somewhere I’d like to taste more.”

“I reckon we can arrange that, Babe.”

Eddie hoisted his helplessly beached mermaid up a little, then leaned down for a tinglingly sweet and chaste kiss. Soon, Steve was parting his lips, whining for more. Eddie indulged him, offering a bit of tongue and working the kiss tenderly. As it lingered, he carefully blanketed himself around his Omega.

Eddie already needed Steve, like the air he breathed. They’d make this work. They had to. He ran his hand down Steve’s spine, kneading gently at the seam between his torso and his fishier parts, while Steve’s arm crawled tentatively up around Eddie’s neck.

They settled down beneath the covers for a lengthy sleep-in. Eddie left Steve only to fetch the food Wayne had left. He felt bad that Wayne had gone out fishing alone, and they’d lost several days earnings caring for Steve. His worry for his uncle and how they’d make ends meet, was one of the few things that clouded his happiness.

When Steve awoke, he asked Eddie to take him down to the sea. He was pretty sure it would make him feel better. Eddie wrapped him in fuzzy blankets and carried him to the softest sandiest dunes, where they settled to watch a stellar orange-pink sunset.

Eddie blasted a mixtape out of his new second-hand ghetto blaster, and they chatted like they’d known each other forever. Steve discovered he liked Bowie nearly as much as Freddie. All the same, they both knew they had to talk about serious stuff.

“So, yeah, I’m an Omega,” said Steve.

“I’m super aware of that.” Eddie’s whole body vibrated with Steve’s adorable and very Omega purrs, while Eddie’s hand wandered lower than before to caress the rounded curves of Steve’s hips and mermaid butt. The Omega purred harder for a moment then stopped altogether: “Now you’ve saved my life, you’re bound to me. Like I’ve been bound to you, since I performed those totally awesome heroics and saved yours.”

“Huh?” A sea breeze whistled around them. Eddie made sure no cold air leaked between, while the Omega’s tale made his chest pang.  Since Steve saved Eddie’s life, Steve had been ‘totally, idiotically obsessed’ with him:

“I followed your boat pretty much every day. Then my pack moved on, while I was chasing after you, and I never found them again. I presented Omega a few moons ago. It was scary at first, and I was going out of my mind with loneliness. Till I found I could get into your dreams. Being magical is pretty freakin’ cool, huh?”

“Pretty freakin’ hot. Why didn’t you pop up and say hi?” Eddie stroked the Omega’s hair from where it kept blowing across his face. Then he grinned and crossed his own eyes. “I mean, I kinda knew I had a creepy obsessed fan following the boat.”

Steve curled his lip. “I’m not creepy.”

“You’re creepy-cute?” Eddie cackled and Steve pouted. Damn, that was adorable.

“Look, it’s complicated!” Steve flipped his hand, giggling anyhow. “It’s not like I totally hid but I had to be careful! I mean, you seemed nice, I loved your vibes and the music, and your scent sent me loopy, but I heard stories about you leggy morons. You can be complete a-holes, tho’ after I’d managed to get in your head—”

“Clearly, not a creepy thing to do,” snarked Eddie, rewarded with that pout again.

“After I visited your dreams for a chat—oh, and literally got you off, you’re welcome, a-hole—I was pretty sure we were soulmates. I was psyching myself up to say hello, okay?”

“Okay,” said Eddie, grinning dopily. “Seriously, can you read what I’m thinking now?”

“Only works when we’re apart and you’re asleep, I think. I can guess, tho’.” He rolled his eyes then narrowed them. “Something Alpha-ish, like… you’re conflicted about what to do when you go into rut. You don’t want to ditch me. You also want pups badly. Listen, so do I. Mermaids and humans have been mating for centuries. I think we’ll be okay.”

“Okay.” Eddie could live with that. “Any idea how exactly?”

“No! When they taught sex ed to all the other little mermaids, I was probably off mooning over your sorry ass. When the right time comes, the magic of mother nature will show us a way, I guess. Anyhow, as much as I’d luuurve you to bang my fishy bones for real… I’m, ya know, getting over nearly being dead. My tail’s still kinda numb.”

Eddie could definitely live with waiting. They curled together into a cosy ball of purrs and growls, while night crept slowly across the beach.

Steve grew strong again quickly. After a few days, he came out to sea with Eddie and Wayne and swum alongside their boat. Eddie totally loved watching Steve swim, the swish of that magical tail, and those sexy shoulders and solid biceps, though he was already worrying about Steve getting tangled in their relatively eco-friendly net.

“Do I have to turn vegetarian?” asked Eddie, grimacing at their wriggling haul. “I’m mean, you’re kinda fishy, and now it seems—”

“Don’t sweat it,” said Steve. “It’s only the same as you eating other mammals.”

“I guess.” Eddie still felt uneasy, though fishing was his and Wayne’s livelihood.

“Oh! Almost forgot,” called Steve. “I know where there’s a ton of that sparkly shiny crap you humans get all wet and bothered over.”

After chugging their little boat along a white-water channel between some sabre-tooth rocks, Eddie and Wayne followed Steve into a hidden cave. Wayne streaked his flashlight across a glittering array of gold and silver treasure, literally spilling from a dozen old wooden tea-chests.

“See?” Steve bobbed between the boat and the treasure and tossed up his hands with a splash. “It’s where I found your ring. Figured you might have a use for the rest.”

“Yeah,” said Wayne, sounding choked. “Yeah, I think we might.”

Eddie was choked too—with a profound relief that the uncle he loved might be able to take life easy for the first time ever. For him and Steve, too, the future now seemed limitless, family or not.

The same night, as a full moon rose, Eddie felt it—that stir of heat in his blood that meant he was going into rut. Wayne had gone out to treat his girlfriend to a meal, and Eddie had just carried Steve back to their bed. He’d been looking forward to snuggles, and now…  Ugh!  He was gonna have to sleep by the hearth.  Or not sleep, more likely. By midnight he was gonna be humping the furniture, and he was troubled about what he might do if he totally lost it.

He was soooo hungry for Steve, and also mighty curious about how they were going to procreate. If it was rubbing against Steve’s tail or something, or fertilising eggs? Damn, they’d make it work, but Steve was still slightly fragile.  What if his inner beast took over and he rutted too hard while his Omega still healed?

With his heavy dick aching beneath a pair of loose jogging pants, he peeped around the door to see Steve tucked up in bed. Far from asleep. He was sitting up against the pillows, arms folded, and his head tilted, smirking.

Eddie was in too much of a hurry to ask why. He squeezed tight words from between his clenched teeth. “Listen, Babe, I reckon it’s best if I go spend the night on the beach.”

“It’s cold outside, numbnuts. Also, you reek of sex, and I dig it. You’re gonna come straight over here and get into bed with me.”

There was something in Steve’s wide, hopeful, giggly eyes that Eddie simply couldn’t refuse. Seconds later, he was sliding under the covers, vowing to himself he’d give Steve a quick squeeze and go.

Then he froze.

Steve rolled toward him and hitched the knee of what felt like a pretty darn human leg onto Eddie’s thigh. And between? Steve was already very wet, and a wave of his sweet perfume accompanied a fresh gush of slick. A loud rumble escaped Eddie before he could help himself—a groan of relief mingled with a hungry growl.

“Told you mother nature would provide,” whispered Steve.

Eddie slid a hand down to lightly finger absolutely everything required to satisfy an Alpha in rut. Steve smiled, kinda smug, and wrapped all four of his limbs around Eddie, nuzzling Eddie’s scent gland.

“Is this because of the full moon?” breathed Eddie, nudging his already epic boner between Steve’s spread thighs. If this was only once a month, he’d take it.

“Nope. It’s because I’m ready and you’re ready. I got an idea it’s gonna happen a lot.” Then he turned deadly serious, cupping Eddie’s face. “I love you, Alpha. Please, fill me with our mer-pups?”

“Don’t beg, Sweetheart. I’ve waited my whole life for this. Gonna fill you with our mer-pups and gonna love you all. Love you so much.”

They melded then, like ripples on the water, and as Eddie’s waves crashed into Steve, Steve surged back against him. And they fucked and fucked and fucked.

Eddie and Steve moved to a glittering pink castle by the sea. They raised their pups with the help of Great-uncle Wayne, and they all lived happily ever after.

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my steddie fic on AO3

[gooboogy]

My music is now on Bandcamp!

To celebrate I've also released my silly little single Brorca (coming soon to streaming services near you!)

Here's another taste of some of my music as well for you, please check me out on Bandcamp or your local stream!

Tips is you're feeling generous (thank you everyone who has supported me so far!! ♥)

[scapegrace74-blog]

We've reached the season of crystal trees and easily spotted wildlife.

December 6, 2023

[lingeringmirth]

WIP WEEKEND 5/7/2024

Right, time to get writing this weekend!

I’ll be sharing seven wips and will share seven new sentences for each ask I get. So, send me an ask (or several) with the name of the wip and I’ll do just that.

My wips this weekend:

steddiebang2024

stsapphicbang2024

steddieangstyaugust2024

steddieweek2024

mer!eddie the sequel

stevieweek2024

mer!steve2

Tagging with no pressure to participate:

@medusapelagia @spectrum-spectre @queenie-ofthe-void @augustjustice @devondespresso

@eriquin @scoops-aboy86 @steves-strapcollection @stevesjockstrap @eddiemunsonrulesmylife

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Claude 2

Drifting in Cold Waters

Mirrors Lie, Mirror Truth

Bonding Rituals

Claude: A Difference of Identity by @egrets-not-regrets

Seeming

Temper and Toil

Capillary Waves

Siren

Seiche Waves

Crab boil

[sunnydbeam]

I saw the post about the drawing that took you 14 hours and I was wondering how long a render normally takes you?

cough cough that render was a special case hehe. i usually take 5 hours, 7 at the most. It depends on how detailed i am or if i really like the result

but, honestly, i'm going to take a break from rendering for the time being. or at least i won't be putting that insane amount of hours into it for a while

[sunnydbeam]

I love your design for them!!! And all those pearls, omg, they look so cute! You make them so elegant! I love the color palette, and every little detail you always put into your art!

Oh yes, Haz is so silly and hungry all the time HAHAHSH he sleeps on sundays LMAO. I can also confirm that Beta and Alpha would be mostly nocturnal, although Alpha is rarely seen

Thank you so much for drawing them! Eating this for breakfast, very yummy <33

Problem is that i don't know how to draw Gamma properly.😔

And also have no idea how to draw mer properly-

Also, while I was drawing these pictures, @sunnydbeam (the author of the characters!!!) published a mer version of Gamma and Beta... Oh Well...

Translation editor @creaturenamedchoir, thank they veryveryvery much!!!

[beautyconsumer]

Brainstorming for my ABO Selkie! Alpha Jason / Siren! Omega Grant AU. To get my gears going and continue the story. Part 1

Willis migrated to the the surface because life in the ocean was too difficult, mets Sheila, they have Jason.

Willis leaves because omega Sheila is neglecting Jason and that's dangerous for a selkie pup.

Mets Catherine in Gotham, shenanigans ensue with Two Face causing his absence in Jason’s life.

Catherine raises Jason as much as he can before she dies without knowing he's a selkie nor knowing why her kid is so keen on giving her his favorite blanket. (selkie alpha protection instincts)

Jason lives in the streets very briefly, then gets taken in by Bruce.

Bruce is a mer from Martha's side, his knowledge on selkies is limited by Alfred, who's very passive and 'belongs' to the Waynes.

Jason is very different and Bruce can't treat him with the same dynamic. He treats him like his son.

Bruce takes to learn more deeply about selkies than he already did because of Alfred. Makes sure to do everything he can to have the pup properly fed and cared for. Jason’s selkie instincts are having a great time.

Part 2 & first idea of the au

[gstar-sims]

MER OUTFIT

The Mer Outfit is now live. We've included both in-game and blender versions for maximum versatility. The Drop: Mer Denims 25 Swatches - Male Frame - Bottom Category - Specular Map for Shine Mer Puffer Jacket 14 Swatches - Male Frame - Top Category (Hat Category for Layerable Version) - 2 Versions (Hood Up and Hood Down) - Alpha Transparency - Specular Map for Shine Mer Thermal 15 Swatches - Male Frame - Top Category Mer Outfit (Blender Version) HQ Textures - Male Frame - Rigged Conversion • HQ Textures • BG Compatible • Teens to Elders • All LODs • Custom Thumbnail • Disallowed for Random Base Body Credit: @magic-bot DOWNLOAD Terms of Use:

Conversions are not allowed regardless of the gaming platform

Do not reupload, edit, recolour, redistribute or claim as your own

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[scapegrace74-blog]

Don't adjust your monitor, it's just the yellow larches coming into season.

October 25, 2023

[lingeringmirth]

My five this week (including one I can't share from yet, you ask for it and a second one for a double-whammy):

steddiebang2024

stbang2024

stsapphicbang2024

steddieweek2024

mer!eddie the sequel

Snippet from steddiebang2024:

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, one he’d been waiting for, on some level.

”Honey, are you okay in there?”

The small space is filling with the sour milk scent of his distress enough that he’s drowning in it a little and Eddie could apparently smell his unhappiness from a mile off, like a shark or something, but a gentle caring cuddly shark.

He’s so fucking lucky.

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!

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