#come back later for a merm

[andypantsx3]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI : MASTERLIST

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bakugou writing tag | universal masterlist

MULTI-CHAPTER

incendiary (30K) : complete

When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

you’re the one that i haunt (15K) : complete

Ghosts aren’t real. At least, that’s what you tell yourself when the spirit of pro hero Dynamight suddenly starts haunting your apartment.

statistically significant (24K) : complete

You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

cover shot (through the heart) (16.5K) : complete

For years, you’ve been the only assistant in the business equipped to handle foul-tempered supermodel Katsuki Bakugou. That is, until he catches on to your weak point.

war paint (28K) : complete

Desperate times force you to disguise yourself and join the kingsguard. When a suspicious string of crimes strike the palace, however, Captain Katsuki Bakugou starts paying extra close attention. (A Mulan AU)

savvy (17.5K) : complete

You’re a business course third year who’s good at being bossy, organized, and data-driven. You just want to use your business savvy to help all heroes. Well, all heroes except one. [smutty one shot follow on: defiant]

barbarian-verse au (various) : in progress

You find yourself traveling with barbarian Bakugou. Things get complicated quickly.

ONE SHOTS

fruit first (ask questions later) (3.6K) - gn!reader

When the grocery store you’re in becomes collateral in a villain attack, pro hero Dynamight comes to your rescue. When you become armed with a handful of oranges, however, someone may need to come to his rescue…

abs-olutely worth it (3.5K) - gn!reader

You’re an amateur hero photographer whose shots of Bakugou’s abs keep going viral. Everything is going great…until Bakugou catches wind of it.

defiant (4.5K)

There are a lot of benefits to managing your pro hero boyfriend, but dealing with the PR nightmares he generates is not one of them. After Katsuki gets way too mouthy with a hapless reporter, you take it upon yourself to put him in his place. Katsuki, however, has other ideas. [a smutty oneshot companion to savvy; you do not need to have read savvy first!]

DRABBLES + PROMPT FICLETS

general bakugou x princess reader (1.1K) -> part two (3.2K)

Your father is ailing and with no sons in his lineage, your country risks dissolution and open war if you do not marry. There is only one man you can stomach the thought of assuming the throne.

always (1.5K)

Best friend Bakugou helps you through a breakup.

todobakureader domestic fluff (1K)

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

destruction (1.6K)

"Are you this stupid on purpose?"

wine & dine (0.3K)

“Oh my god, I am gonna fuck whoever made this apple pie so hard they see stars for weeks.”

always first (0.7K)

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and fourth wheeling."

just can’t weight (0.8K)

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" + gym bro Bakugou

personal chef (0.4K)

Living with Bakugou is like living with your own personal chef.

fan art (0.2K)

Bakugou has an embarrassing secret (ft super cute art from Merms!!)

[saijspellhart]

Magical creature betrothal prompt

Imagine this, a magical creature (Fae, Merm, Pixies, Demons) grants a human a favor of some kind. Or alternatively, the human does the magical creature a favor. The reward for the favor was that the human’s already born son or daughter is promised to be betrothed to the Magical creature’s already born child. The Magical creature however, ignorant to the lifespan of humans, completely miscalculated how long it would take their own child to grow up and reach marriage age.

Fast forward 100+ (200+ maybe even more) years later and the magical creature has come to collect. (Maybe it’s modern day now, who knows). And they follow the blood signature of the original human until they find their descendant. A descendant who is completely ignorant of the pact made is now approached by a young gorgeous magical creature who mistakes them for their betrothed.

Cue the human being kidnapped to fulfill the arranged marriage, only to realize later that the human isn’t the actual betrothed child and therefore isn’t technically beholden to the arrangement. Do they decide to keep them anyway? Does the young magical creature offer to take the human home, but develops feelings on the journey back? Or do the Magical creature Parents decide to pimp out their now eligible child to this new human? Imagine the rather disappointed parents being like, “but my child is so gorgeous, and fertile!” Meanwhile the embarrassed adult child is like, “Mother! Please STOP.”

[ofmermaidstories]

merms, what are bakugou and weeds up to this christmas? :)

their second christmas together is spoilers for the deku fic, so let’s have a look at what they did for their first one together, after their christmas eve dinner with deku:

Katsuki wakes up before his alarm, before the sun rises—the city spread out beyond his bedroom windows like a carpet of stars. Weeds is curled next to him, deeply asleep. Despite spending the night together he’ll still be hesitant about touching her, the sureness he has in the heat of the moment turning into something like shyness now, with her soft face so vulnerable, asleep like this. He settles for arranging his doona around her better, frowning to himself as his hand smooths over a now padded shoulder, the length of her back.

(He turns off his alarm and lies there, trying to sleep-in—but he’s still wired. it’s be the beginning of something new, now, and he wants to do what he’s always done: blaze into it with a trail of light)

When Weeds wakes up she’s curled into the warmth of Katsuki, his skin. He smells of his soap; sweet and low and spicy, almost medicinal��like cloves, or charred wood in a temple. Being this close to him is the permission Weeds has wanted for a while, now: lightly, as though touching a stray cat that’s tentatively beginning to trust her, she strokes her fingers across his shoulders, his scars. Katsuki breathes in deeply at the motion, and the kiss he gives Weeds in return presses her back into bedlinen that smells like him.

Later, he’ll make them both a impromptu Christmas Day lunch, frying chicken and julienning radish for a side, making fries and gravy. Weeds will set out plates for the two of them, setting out places on the counter, the sunset-orange roses Deku gave her last night the centrepiece for their meal. They’ll talk about stupid things; everything. The romantic snowy Christmas vacations Katsuki’s parents take themselves on, now, at the other end of the country. The holiday parties he and the rest of the Golden Generation would have at school. Over a simple dessert of tangerines Weeds will tell him about her own Christmases with her Grandfather, the cousins and the aunts and the uncles that came out of the woodworks for them occasionally. They’ll do the dishes together, and even though Katsuki tells her (gruffly, squinting at something to the side of her) that she can stay the night again, if she wants to, she hesitates—still in her clothes from the night before.

“Get some shit together,” he says. “‘n I’ll come and get you, tomorrow. Or whatever. If you wanna.”

(Weeds will be unable to help it; she’ll grin at him. “I’d love that,” she’ll say, and he’ll tip his head like it’s no big deal, though his face looks warmer than it did moments before)

Katsuki will escort Weeds to the station she needs to get her back home—and even though it’s cold outside, it’s a bright clear day. They walk together closely; occasionally another passerby will nod to them, to Ground Zero, wishing them both a Merry Christmas or a hello. At one point a drunken group of university-aged boys will stagger past, all in Santa hats, cheering when they see Katsuki. It’s the only time on the entire walk that they’re separated—the boys and their merriment like a tide that pushes the pair of you apart, leaving Weeds standing there in the winter sunshine, watching with big eyes as Katsuki scowls, caught in the middle.

He shakes them off, eventually; his smooth face grumpy as he rejoins Weeds, who smiles automatically as she takes the arm he offers, silent.

At the station he walks with her to her platform, a faithful guard. When the train comes their goodbye is quick—she looks at him, suddenly unsure, and he steps into her space, easily, as he kisses her, a whistle sounding.

(Weeds will dart onto the train quickly, still standing as the doors close and the train pulls away—Katsuki standing there as he grins at her, sudden and brilliant, the sun peeking out from gold-rimmed cloud).

[crystalninjaphoenix]

MerMay 2024 Day Twenty-Four Opening

Chase wasn’t sure how to approach Anti. He’d followed him after he panicked and left the meeting, swimming all the way back to that iron shipwreck. He poked his head in just enough to check on him. Anti must have known he was there the whole time, because he didn’t seem surprised to see him. But he did growl, so Chase backed away. He made a small nest in the sand nearby and stayed there... for the rest of the day. And then he fell asleep. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as his anemone, but he didn’t want to leave Anti alone.

The next day, he checked on Anti inside, and found much the same. Anti didn’t growl at him, but he didn’t exactly give off welcoming vibes, so Chase backed off. He passed a few hours spending time in the area, then checked on him again, to the same result. And then he slept outside the ship again. And then the same sort of thing happened the next day.

He couldn’t just... float around the area all the time. He was due to meet Stacy again later this day, and he wanted Anti to come with him again. To get an update on the situation after the sudden end of the meeting. They should both be involved.

It took him a while to work up the nerve. Maybe he should bring a peace offering? He hadn’t seen Anti leave to get food, maybe he was hungry. Chase gathered up some kelp from the nearby strands and tried to catch some fish, too—but only managed to grab one. He wasn’t a hunter; his diel was usually kelp and whatever wandered into the anemone strands. He wanted to catch some more, but then realized that he was stalling and decided to just plunge into the shipwreck.

“Anti?” he called. “It’s me again.” He swam across the vast expanse of the sideways deck and found that doorway with the curtain of wires. “I... brought you some food...” He said slowly, peering through the curtain.

Anti was curled up in a little nest at the bottom of the room. It was made out of a bunch of old human junk: raggedy clothes, mostly. But surrounding the nest was more human stuff. Phones and other tech that had been dropped in the water. Rusted metal objects. A couple waterlogged shoes, which, given merms didn’t have feet, were mostly used to prop up other things. Anti’s glowing green eyes were locked onto Chase the moment he leaned in. “Food?”

“Yeah, I... noticed you haven’t left your room,” Chase said slowly. “And I didn’t know if you had, um... stores in here. So... here.” He reached down, handing the kelp and fish to Anti.

After a moment, Anti’s hand snapped up and he grabbed the fish. “I don’t eat plants,” he muttered.

“Really?” Chase raised an eyebrow. All the merms he’d ever met ate kelp or other plants. Even if their base species was purely carnivorous. “Is that a choice, or...?” Anti didn’t answer. He tore into the fish with his teeth. It was clear he was ravenous. Chase shrank back instinctively, but continued. “I mean, you... you choose to live in the ocean, even though you’re a freshie. So... I’m not sure if this is, uh, also a choice.”

Anti stared up at him blankly. “We’re supposed to hunt things,” he muttered. “To... stay in practice. Just in case.”

“In case of what?” Chase asked, trying to sound gentle.

“Fights.” Anti didn’t say anything else, just finished his fish.

“Um... about... what happened after the meeting...” Chase said slowly. “You... freaked out. And left.” He noticed Anti flinch. “Can I... ask why?”

Anti stared at him some more. “Humans... can’t know... about us,” he mumbled quietly. “They’ll only cause... bad things.”

Chase tried to laugh, though it came out a bit forced. “Well, a human ‘caused’ my kids, so I wouldn’t say they’ll only lead to bad things. And besides, humans got you out of that TridentCorp thing, didn’t they?”

“Humans run that trident thing.”

“That’s fair. That’s fair.” Chase nodded. He folded his arms, resting his head on them. “But since more humans got you out, you can’t really judge them all, can you? Some of them are good. Some of them are bad. Just like merms.”

Anti stared some more. “Good and bad... aren’t really... a thing.”

Chase blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

“Well... I guess humans are... bad,” Anti said slowly. “Or... I thought so... But after what you just said...” He shook his head. “Other than humans, I always thought... for a long time... there was no good and bad. I didn’t... even really... understand it. Not for a while.”

“Well... if there wasn’t good and bad to you, what was there?” Chase asked.

Anti tilted his head, considering it like he’d never thought of it before. “Things that could hurt you, and things that you could hurt.”

Chase inhaled sharply, his gills opening wide. That... explained a lot, actually. “Let me guess... If you could make the first one into the second one, that meant... you wouldn’t be hurt.”

Anti nodded slowly.

“Oh stars, Anti. I’m... so sorry.” Chase shook his head. “That’s not... not really how things are. There are people out there who want to help others. Even... even humans out there who want to help us. Those four back on that island a couple days ago... they can help. And they can reach out to others who can help, but only if we’re okay with that.” He paused. “I’m um... going to meet Stacy later today. She’s my... partner. And she’ll know more about all this TridentCorp stuff. Do you want to come with me to meet her? So that you’re in the loop?”

Silence. Anti’s green eyes remained on Chase’s face for a long time. Then, he quietly whispered, “Can you give me those plants?”

“Yeah. Of course.” Chase held out the kelp, and Anti snatched it from his hands.

“Ask me later,” he mumbled.

“Alright. I’ll be back before I leave to meet her.”

“Okay.”

Chase stayed there for a moment more, then turned around and swam off. He felt different about Anti now. And he thought that, maybe, Anti felt different about other things.

[crazysnor1ax]

More Don't Starve headcanons please! Wilba and Wurt and other characters of your choice this time.

Round three!!

Wilba

She is a puppy dog in her wereform. She's violent, but if you get on her good side she WILL ask for belly rubs and beg for food.

She hates getting dirty and will throw a fit if something gets on her dress

Constantly brushes her hair to make sure it looks nice

Fights with Wurt A LOT. It's never violent, but just little kid fights. They only get along and work together because the adults make them.

Good friends with Walter! Loves Woby and loves learning about survival things from him and exploring with him.

Full moons are usually spent playing with the other survivor kiddos, if she’s not wearing her necklace (which she usually doesn’t anymore, since the full moon’s effects only last for a single day now)

She has one of those snort laughs, for somewhat obvious reasons (hopefully)

More of a headcanon for Wendy but I’ll put it here anyway: Wendy LOVES the way Wilba talks and spends a lot of time with her just to hear her dialect

Wurt

LOVES to swim. If the group is sailing she will demand to swim beside the boat.

Has both gills and lungs so she can breathe on land and on water. Her gills are weak though, since she spends of time on land (even before she met the survivors).

Does not like to wear clothes as scandalous as that sounds LOL. Merms just don't wear clothes normally so Wurt doesn't like to wear whatever the survivors make her wear.

Cannot sleep without a bedtime story. Because of this, her and Wendy are good friends since they both get read to before they sleep!

Relating to the above one, Wendy also helps Wurt learn to read rather than just Wickerbottom.

She always boasts about having claws and looking scary but she’s terrified of fighting

Wheeler

Gay gay homosexual gay (jokes aside, she’s a lesbian and everyone knows it.)

I like to to think she used to have a fear of heights but once she actually went flying (ballooning?????) that went away REAL fast

She will refuse to wear any shoes that aren’t her boots

Loves the monster kids!!! And they love her back <3

She keeps asking Winona to launch her with her catapult to see if she can get any air but is, of course, turned down every time

She doesn’t like how calm the waters are now in the Constant compared to how they were in Shipwrecked. Because of that she normally wouldn’t go sailing, but the chance of something attacking them or a pirate raid gets her excited.

She gets annoyed whenever someone tells her to use a weapon that isn’t the Pew-Matic

Loves Beefalo! Doesn’t mind taking care of them despite how messy they are. She’s usually the first in the group to domesticate one, because it means adventure later >:3

She INSISTS on killing giants with everyone but everyone has to convince her that some of the others should do the job (like Wig and Wolfgang)

Winona is her best friend and they do everything together I am 100% correct about this one Klei told me themselves

Love the caves an unhealthy amount. Someone always has to go with her to make sure she comes out again LOL

Whenever she comes across something new she must put it in the Pew-Matic immediately

[salamispots]

Hullo anon, and thanks very much! : ] The color sketches are spitpaints! There’s a group on Facebook called Daily Spitpaints where they post daily topics and you basically pick a topic and draw something in 30 minutes based off that topic. I don’t do them everyday haha (more like every other day?); there’s days where the topics don’t really interest me so I skip them. On the days where I do do them I try aim for at least two or three mainly so I can post stuff for yall on sundays haha. Tbh even if it’s a little bit of time to draw for yourself that’s progress :0 I know some people say draw every day for a certain amount of time but I’m definitely not one of those people haha so I think it’s more of figuring out what works for you and also not putting pressure on yourself (idk when I had the ‘oh no I have to draw something today’ thinking it ended up putting more stress and made me not want to do any art). Unless you were talking about more of time constraints and less of of what I word barfed above hahaha in which case again maybe a little bit of time like 5-15 mins of doodling for yourself while you’re watching a show or something can help getting into the habit? huahah hope that was helpful on some level anon 

SO I actually have an ipad 6th generation (no cellular, 128GB, 9.7 in)  because expensive hahah and after talking to other friends who got the same one; I got mine off of ebay for $325 w/shipping (the seller was chill to lower the price a little when I sent them a counter offer message) but then you gotta add in the apple pencil and if you get a case plus a screen protector. I use it for all the linework stuff and sometimes sketchy things; coloring and painty stuff are still on photoshop. It’s definitely worth it for me haha; still like photoshop way more in terms of painting plus they have the lasso tool which is kinda a must for me haha, but if you’re looking to get an iPad I guess it’s more of what your budget is? like if you have enough for a spankin’ new one then nice :0 but if not looking at older models is an option; I know Bestbuy for a while would have sales where they sold the 6th generation for $299, not sure if those are still happening. So I guess keep in mind size, how many gigs, if you want cellular or not, if you’re cool with one that’s refurbished or new or used, and model/make? hope that was a little helpful anon! 

@alex--lies oh thank you! :0 and if you’re talking about for this year got a bit of art anxiety/frustration hence the style skipping all over the place (and now I’m just viewing this year’s mermay as more experimental/do-whatever-I-want haha). If you’re talking about in general hmm I like trying to do something different each year? Or at least change or alternate styles every mermay.

[dimensionwriter]

Stick To Me

Male! Merman/Octoperson x GN! Reader

Warning: Talking of ocean

Word Count: 3028

Part Two

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Blue. Everything around you was this nice calming blue. The waves gently brushed against your boat before pardoning itself around it. The air held a slight salty scent to it that helped create this relaxing atmosphere.

For the last few weeks, you have been traveling around the world to see some of its natural beauty. Your boss sent you on this trip in order for you to write a story about the importance of connecting to untouched beauty of the world. In reality, you just took it as 'You are going on a paid vacation'.

The plan was to find hidden gems on land, but you couldn't help spending a few days in the water. It was something about the soft sounds of the waves and sometimes seeing a sea creature swim by that just enraptured you.

Lifting your hand, you spread the paint against the canvas. You weren't the best at painting, but you felt so inspired to at least attempt to. You were trying to paint how the ocean looked at sunset, but you doubt you could do it justice.

You put the paintbrush in the paint water. As you were painting, something kept catching your eye. A flash of orange kept appearing.

Maybe it was a fish. Maybe not. However, your curiosity was getting the best of you.

The thing was that when you were focused on the painting, the creature would appear. Then as soon as you lifted your head, all you would see was blue waves.

Quickly, you dropped to the ground and scooted away from your seat. The walls should cover you enough so that whatever sea creature it was, wouldn't see you.

Five minutes passed by and you were starting to think what you were doing was stupid. That was until the left side of the boat lightly tipped over. Water splashed against you, slightly soaking you

You looked up to see a mass of orange tentacles coming from over the edge. An octopus? How did an octopus manage to get this high up?

"Stupid humans."

The mass of tentacles dropped on the floor in front of you before sliding towards the area you were at before. Your eyes drifted up from the orange tentacles to the shift into a more human torso. Attached to the torso were a pair of long skinny arms. You couldn't see the face of the creature since you only saw it's backside. However, you could see a bunch of tiny tentacles curled near their shoulder.

"The human is marking the spot." Their voice was a lot deeper and grumblier than anything you've heard on land. The best way you could describe it was the roaring of waves during a storm. "They won't get away with this anymore."

You weren't dumb. You knew what you were looking at wasn't man nor fish. They seem to be a hybrid.

"Um, hi," you croaked out. It was inevitable that the creature would find you. Your feet were barely a foot away from them. You would hate for them to discover you while you looked like you were hiding. It's best to seem friendly.

The tentacles curled around themselves as the poor creatures jumped. They turned around quickly with a hand draw up in defense.

The face was that similar to a human, except there was no nose. Most of his face were large black eyes and the other half was a thin black line connecting to his thin dark orange lips.

"Nice to meet you," you spoke softly. You lifted your hands up to grab the railing and pull yourself up. The creature didn't say anything and only just squinted his eyes at you. "Can I ask why you came abroad?"

He glanced at your painting then back at you. "To protect my people from your kind. I'm tired of you attacking and harming us."

You froze up at the accusations. You haven't done any fishing or hunting in this area at all. You've been eating the food that you stocked up on from the other places.

"I think you may have the wrong person, buddy. I just got here a few days ago and I've been eating the food on my boat. I haven't hurt any merm… octopus people?" Could you consider him to be a merman? You didn't want to judge, but didn't they usually have one tail?

"Your kind constantly comes through with big boat like this and pull out guns and other horrific land weapons. You have the big boat like them," he growled out. The tentacles curled and began to tuck themselves underneath him, making him rise in height. Oh, he was definitely trying to intimidate you. Lucky for him, it was working.

"I'm not a hunter, I swear," lifting your hands, you tried to appear more innocent," I'm just a simple traveler trying to enjoy mother nature's beauty." You really feel like a traveler from the medieval time who just got stopped by a gang or something. Hopefully, you can make it out of this without getting attacked from this octopus man.

"You're marking the land on this weird paper," he stated while grabbing your canvas and presenting it to you as if he caught you red handed. "Do not try to lie to me, human."

You glanced at the painting of the sunset ocean and then back to the cold angry eyes of the man. "The sunset looks pretty on the water. So I painted it."

His eyes narrowed at you and you swore slits appeared on his neck. They flared out for a second before sliding back into the skin. His light orange skin was slowly starting to turn blue.

His tentacles were curling and uncurling, making his form seem a little unstable. He was beginning to shake the longer he stood there. The blue was slowly spreading down his thin face.

"I'll.. see about…that." The slits on his necks were wide open now. His mouth even parted as he attempted to breath. However, it seems the more he inhaled, the worse his condition got.

"Get back into the water," you yelled as you finally connected the dots. You ran over to him, mindful of his twitching limbs, and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Instantly, most of his weight was dropped on you. From how close you were, you could hear him struggling to breath through those slits.

You pulled quickly to the edge. Before you could warn him, you shove him off the boat. You'll have to apologize later for it. Although you would rather him be mad at you for throwing him then for him to suffocate on air.

A loud splash came from below. A few droplets of water got onto your face, but you could care less. The only thing on your mind was 'Is that octoman okay?'

A few agonizing seconds, nothing happened. He didn't pop up on the surface and you didn't see him swimming away. What if you killed him? It was only an 8 feet drop. Did he land in the water wrong?

Light blue. The water where he dropped in was changed to a light blue. Then, it shifted to a dark red colour. The red covered most of the area he went through.

You killed a octoperson. First, you try to convince him that you aren't like the other humans who harm him and then you kill him by throwing you off the boat. The guilt was already starting to overwhelm you.

"Human." You can still hear his grumbly voice. Is this what people mean when they say they feel their sins crawling down their back?

"Human!" Oh, his voice is getting louder. You can't even seek help for this. There's the one part of where people wouldn't believe you. Then there's the second one where humans would terrorize these creatures and probably do some traumatic research if you told anyone about this. That's not what that poor creature would have wanted for his people.

Water sprayed against your face. You didn't even realize that you had put your head on the railing in your moment of panic.

Glancing down, your eyes were met with small orange tentacles curled around a light orange face. Around his cheeks were small little blotches of blue.

"You're okay," you yelled out in excitement. You threw the upper half of your body over to the railing to get a closer look at him. The water around him was still that uneasy red, but his face wasn't showing any visible pain.

He floated up a little more, allowing you to see his upper waist now. Something red and blue were smeared across his chest. How did that happen?

"I'm so sorry for throwing you off like that. Did anything get hurt?" His eyes stayed on the water as he just silently floated next to the boat. It looked like something was bothering him. "Do you need some help?"

"No, I'm fine, lander. It's just.." His skin started turning blue again as his eyes narrowed. The slits on his neck open again before closing. "I apologize."

He lifted his arms out of the water. Red and blue water trickled down the curves of his arms before running down his chest. His fingers were completely red and orange. Held within his fingers was your painting. Well, what was left of it. He must have never let go of it when he went overboard.

"It's okay. I could always make another one of those or ask someone better to make it," you spoke lightly. You felt a smidge of disappointment because you actually worked hard on it. But that's not what matters at the moment. "What matters the most is that you're okay."

For the first time, his eyes stared up at you without any hatred in them. In those black orbs shined nothing but awe. His peach lips parted slightly before closing.

He launched forward and dove under the water. A wiggling mass of bright orange tentacles was engulfed by the water. After a few seconds, the water began to calm.

For a split second, you had hope that maybe he would come back, but you knew it was foolish. That was probably a once in a lifetime interaction. It wasn't going to last forever.

He stated earlier that humans were attacking his kind, so he most likely still holds that fear. It's shameful that your species would do something like that to another beautiful creature. Maybe you guys' interaction could help his heart. You're just one person, but maybe he could see that all of humanity is not like that.

You won't admit to yourself on how long you stayed outside just in case he came back again. Or how much your heart sunk when it finally dawned on you that he truly wasn't coming back.

That night as you closed your eyes, you let your thoughts wander to those fierce black eyes and light orange skin.

Sunlight. Thunder. Rough waves. All of those things you were used to waking up to. However, the feeling of something wet and slimy sliding across your arm, wasn't it. In your sleep hazen mind, you wondered if maybe some water had slipped in.

Then it dawned on you that you're in a boat that's thousands of miles from land. The last thing you would want is water slipping in.

Your eyes shot open and the first thing you noticed was a figure hovering over you. In a panicked daze, your right arm scrambled to your bedside dresser in search of a weapon.

Light flooded the room as you accidently hit the light switch. The figure above you flinched and stumbled off your bed.

The thing about living on a boat is that the space is extremely small. The space between your bed and wall is barely enough for you to squeeze through while standing. So for the poor intruder who just went butt first, he didn't have any space to leave.

Reaching to your left, you grabbed a wooden bat you brought from the last place you went to. Who would have thought that your decoration would be used for it's intentional purpose?

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Your eyes looked over at the intruder. Orange tentacles and black eyes. His skin was still dripping water making that orangish glow pop.

"You scared me," you whispered, dropping the bat onto the bed. You waddled across the bed to where he was. His tentacles were stuck between trying to grab onto your comforter and failing or pushing against the wall, but not having enough space to.

"I didn't mean for your slumber to stop. I wanted to gift back the fancy land paper while you slumber," he grumbled. That's when you noticed in his arm was what looked to be your canvas.

Instead of the smeared paint from the water, all of it was washed away. However, he found a way to replace it. The blue water was made with blue pearls and some sort of purple plant. The red skies were shimmering scales. The setting sun was made of something you couldn't name, but it held a slight glow to it.

"Woah, did you make this?" His hand reached towards the bed again to pull himself up, but the fabric just slipped through him. He dropped more into the hole.

Okay, slow down. Free him first, then ask questions later. You reached out for his hand, but stopped for a split second. You didn't want to seem like all you do is haul people around.

His eyes flickered from your awaiting hand to your face. A frown slowly came onto his face. "Again."

His hand was extremely cold and wet when it wrapped around yours. His black eyes blinked slowly as if he was shocked for a second. Whatever surprised him wasn't enough to stop him from pulling on your arm to free himself from the hole.

Orange appendages spread around your bed as he slides up onto it with you. Since the poor man was so tall, he had to slouch down to avoid hitting his head on your low ceiling. It didn't bother you much due to the fact you had an inch or two before your head hit it.

"I didn't know humans were so hot," he grumbled. He ball his fist up before letting the tension slowly dissipate. "I am in a position to give you gratitude. May the sea goddess know of your good deeds and send blessings your way."

You weren't a hundred percent sure what he meant. Maybe it was the octo-people way of saying thank you. It was adorable in it's own way.

"Apologies too for swimming into your pod without permission. I have tidals of faith in the water goddess for gifting you, however-" He trailed off as his fingers rub across the edges of the canvas.

"Did you create this?" You couldn't help admiring the painting again. It looked a million times better than anything you could have created. It took you days to make that painting and he made something like this in a few hours.

"No. I am not the best in this craft. I received help from someone within my shoal. I don't comprehend the pleasantry of seeing this. Do you find this pleasing?"

He extended the canvas towards you. A small brush of blue appeared on top of his cheek. He wasn't wheezing like last time, so why was he turning blue?

"Of course it's beautiful. I haven't seen most of these gems in real life. It's so much more vibrant than anything I could get with some paint." You couldn't help the smile that appeared onto your face. The canvas held within your hand seems to be glowing with beauty.

It's almost like he was inflated at your compliment. His shoulder squared up more and the corners of his orange lips quirked up more.

"Good. Good. I may not understand, but I know humans best out of my shoal." A tiny smile slipped onto his face. With his lips parted, it revealed a row of pointed teeth. That's kind of unexpected.

"Trust me when I say I really love this. Thank you-" You mouth stayed open as you realized you never got his name. Is it too late to ask? "I never caught your name."

His lips closed and his black eyes squinted at you. "I am Loire from the middle realm of the East Ocean Kingdom."

It was kind of surprising how seriously he said that. Maybe that's something about this new found world. You wouldn't mind seeing more of it.

"Well, Loire. I truly thank you for the art work. I will cherish it forever." You gave him a grateful smile as you hugged the canvas. It was slightly wet, but that didn't matter. It was the thought that counted and he truly proved that.

Loire didn't move a single inch. His black eyes just unwaveringly stared at you. You were expecting him to maybe leave after that. He gave you this beautiful gift. Maybe there was something else?

"Um, is there something else, Loire?" You asked, looking up at him with a patient smile. A small blue blush coated his cheeks as he called out your name.

"I stand with you until our actions are equal," he whispered. He slowly slithered forward until he was barely an inch away. His face was so close to yours.

Being this close to him, you could see small blue freckles scattered across his skin. His hair, well more like tiny tentacles, was slowly moving to stay out of his face.

"Our actions?" You don't know why you were whispering too, but with him so close, you couldn't help but feel meek.

His hand brushed against your arm as he made his way up. Softly, his hand landed against your cheek. He was so cold to the touch.

"You saved my life. Our actions need to be equal. I have to save your life." He leaned closer to you. His eyes scan you before looking back into your eyes. "Or, I stay with you…for eternity."

"Oh."

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

This is the closest I will get to doing something for Mermay. I've always wanted to do something, but I miss it, but not this time. I actually like Loire as a character. (Still have room in my heart for Kai though).

Now for the question to answer if you've made it this far. What's one thing you would love to do with Loire if you found yourself in this situation?

[mother-horrors]

Instruction manual is included, but is only in several different dead languages

Summary:

Sometimes when you try to build a portal home with your enemy (companion?? Gay crush??) your enemies old friend decides to say fuck you and yeet the floral portal into existence and then throws three small children onto you because you don't suffer enough apparently.

Alternatively, Wilson has to parent with his gay crush while said gay crush is the only one even remotely acknowledging the tension between them. Meanwhile every season another child (or teen) gets yeeted into their constant.

Join Wilson and Maxwell as they try to parent while Wilson ignores all the sexual tension between them and Maxwell tries to see how much more he can add to it before someone either suffocates because of it or snaps.

And the kids, well they might be smarter then the adults.

Chapter 1

 what an amazing beginning

“Wilson, this is an awful idea.” Wilson shot a glare at Maxwell, and grabbed the lever connecting to the portal they had created and pulled it down. Almost immediately after doing this the portal opened, but before Wilson could give Maxwell a smug grin the portal began to fall apart, shaking the ground violently as something rose in place of their hand-built portal. The portal had vines wrapped snugly around the marron bars, roses blooming randomly along the vines. Maxwell let out a yelp of pain as a large metal piece of their portal fell onto his foot, Wilson would have laughed but decided that he rather liked whatever kind of strange companionship they had currently, and settled on ignoring the brooding man's pain in favor for getting a closer look at the three ‘people’ who had just appeared out of the flowery portal.

There was a little pale girl with light freckles dusting her face and pale blue in the front of the three, she had long wavy pale blonde hair done up in two low ponytails with faded red scrunchies, a pale white shirt that was bordering on pale yellow hung off her skinny frame, its long sleeves rolled up. She wore a faded red skirt that went down to her knees along with yellow and red striped tights that had matching rosy red slippers, in her left hand she was clutching a large red flower. It felt like she was gazing into his soul and Wilson couldn’t help but shiver at its coldness, taking his eyes off the middle child he looked to her right.

The smaller black creature had two spiderlike legs hanging out from both of their sides, they resembled the spiders that roamed the constant with its black sleek fur and ten eyes. The only thing that separated them was the fact this spiderlike being was standing upright and had two actual semi human hands, granted they looked like sharp claws but from the way they were clutching the hand of girl in a rather tight grip he assumed they were probably just shaped like that due to its messy fur. It had vibrantly green eyes with slit pupils unlike the spiders and had three tuffs of spikey black hair on the top of its head, it was also shaking rather violently so Wilson decided it most likely wouldn’t hurt them like the spiders did.

The last child to the left of the girl was an exceedingly small merm, its ‘ears’ were flopped downwards and only moved if it moved it’s head unlike the merms he and Maxwell were well acquainted to. Due to its small size Wilson had guessed it was a toddler. Said toddler was now sitting on the ground eating handfuls of flower petals while making strange cooing noises.

Wilson slowly turn his head to Maxwell with a look on his face that read 'is this currently happening?' Maxwell only nodded in return and looked back at the three strange children in front of the portal. Deciding that he could scream about this in his pillow later, Wilson brushed off some dirt on his pants and marched over to the three children, who had all just seemed to notice him.

"Hello there! My name is Wilson, what's yours?" The pale girl gazed at him with a slightly empty look in her eyes and raised her eyebrow.

"My name is Wendy, the flower is my twin Abigail, the spider is Webber, and the baby is Wurt." Wendy stated in a bored tone. At the mention of her name Wurt babbled something incoherent and waved her fist full of mush flower petals at Wilson happily, before sticking her fist back into her mouth. Webber giggled quietly and let go of Wendy's hand, going over and swooping Wurt into his arms and dangling his extra spider legs in front of the infants face, causing Wurt to take fist out of mouth and drop the slobbery flower petals in favor for trying to grab the spider legs to nom on.

"Alright then, come follow us back to camp we don't have much daylight left." Wilson startled as Maxwell's smooth voice sounded from right beside his head, causing him to knock into the taller man's chest. Maxwell snickered as Wilson gave him a death glare and dusted nonexistent dirt off him, then turning around to stalk off to their camp, motioning for the children to follow him.

Webber allowed a small grin to work its way onto his face as he watched the scene in front of him, silently giggling at the antics of the two adults. He risked a look at Wendy and saw her looking with a now softer expression.

‘yeah, I think we could get use to this’  grabbing Wendy’s hand he began to drag her towards their new future, little Wurt still eating petals in his arms.

this chapter is also on https://archiveofourown.org/works/25956424/chapters/63095365

[nom-central]

Gulper merm. noms ? :3

It’s a hot and balmy day outside, and with the AC busted and the pools overcrowded you find yourself trudging through the woods that make up your backyard. On days like these, you had the perfect place to slink away to and beat the heat without being bothered by anyone. Pushing through a few low lying branches and bushes, you come upon a wide and only somewhat murky river. Here it was, your private summer retreat! No one but you knew about this river, and it was conveniently close to your house so it was easy to get to. You even set up a rope swing over it! The best part of this river though, was the friend you made here. Speaking of which….where was he?

A few large ripples out on the water give you your answer, and you make your way to the water’s edge with a smile.

You dip your hand into the river, shaking it around a bit before pulling it back out. After a moment a head peeps out of the water, quickly diving back down once it spots you. Something big swims towards the shore, and you take a step back as a fishy looking boy pops out from the river, leaning himself up on the shoreline.

“Hey! I was wondering when you were plannin’ on visiting me! How’s it goin’?”

Ah, Lars. You smile down at him, moving to sit nearby. You’ve known this merman for as long as you’ve known about the river, in fact this is where the two of you met. You had accidentally slipped and fallen right into the river, and not knowing how to swim at the time he risked letting himself be seen in order to save your life. From them on you two were fast friends, he taught you how to swim in exchange for you keeping his existence a secret. Even though you can swim like a champ now, you still come by to visit and tell him tales about human life. He’s a bit of a talker himself, you always liked listening to his stories. You’ve also developed a tradition of bringing him land food to try, as a catfish he has a big appetite and a bigger interest in human cuisine. Which….you forgot to bring today. Hopefully he won’t mind!

“Today’s a hot day for you, isn’t it? Will you come by and swim?” He smiles widely, his thick tail swishing around in the water. You smile and nod, knowing getting to swim with a friend is the highlight of his day. You wore your swimsuit under your clothes just for this. He respectfully avoids looking at you while you peel them off, and you step towards the shore when you’re ready. The merman looks up at you with a grin, but his expression soon changes as a revelation hit him.

“Oh! I almost forgot, what kinda food did you bring me today? You can’t swim on an empty stomach, and you people make some seriously tasty stuff!” Ah damn, he remembered…you apologize and tell him you didn’t bring anything, and his smile fades. “Oh, huh…well, no worries.” He’s got a strange look on his face like he’s thinking about something, but as soon as you notice it it vanishes. “Well, are you comin’ in for a swim or not? The water’s nice and cold!” He pushes himself away from the shore, beckoning you to come in. You dip your toe in and just as he said, the water is ice cold! It’s perfect, but instead of easing yourself into the water you have a better idea in mind. You look towards the rope swing with a growing grin, starting to make your way towards it while Lars watches you curiously. “You’re gonna swing? Huh….” He dips back underwater, unbeknownst to you he had plans on filling himself up…

Meanwhile, you’ve already made your way to the swing with an eager smile on your face. You grab the rope and step back a bit, and give yourself a running start to swing yourself out over the water. With an excited cry you let go of the rope, screwing your eyes shut as you come splashing down in the cool water. This part of the river is surprisingly deep, and you splash down far enough you to brush against the riverbed. You feel something brush against you, but you shrug it off as you start to make your way to the surface. Before you can make it however, the powerful feeling of suction overtakes you and suddenly everything from the waist up feels tight and warm.

You open your eyes to be met with darkness, feeling slick walls of a throat and the sound of a heartbeat thrumming all around you. You begin to wriggle in confusion, but before you can do much of anything another powerful gulp pushes the rest of you inside. For a few seconds you’re tugged deeper before you’re pushed out into a somewhat less tight space and are forced to curl up. As soon as you settle in, a deep chuckle rings out from above you.

“Heheh, thanks for the grub! You tasted great~”That’s Lars! You start to struggle around in his stomach, only to be met with a quiet groan and the feeling of a hand rubbing at you. “Now now, don’t worry! I’ll letcha out later, I just had to get something to eat and…well, you actually make for a great substitute for the food you forgot to bring me! Human cuisine is good, but humans as cuisine…” The gulper catfish trails off into a satisfied hum, swimming in a lazy circle and admiring his now very full stomach. You push out on his stomach in an effort to adjust yourself, nothing was happening inside his gut aside from the gentle rocking and churning of the walls, and the content growling and groaning of his stomach at its large meal. He’d stay true to his word and let you out later, but until then you were stuck in his stomach and gently getting rubbed at while the merman lazily swam around. This definitely wasn’t what you were expecting out of today’s visit, but it truthfully wasn’t so bad. If this becomes a tradition, and knowing Lars it definitely would, you wouldn’t protest knowing you were safe inside your friend.

[emkayoh]

So I was gonna wait until I had a whole slew of drawings to post this but considering I never have free time anymore, I don’t know when I would finish that so I’m just gonna post this as is for now and hopefully come back and post more later. 

This is Merm Peter! I honestly feel like I could have done more to make him more mermy but that’s for later... this was really rushed. I have a lil story for him and someone already messaged me with an awesome merm fic that they started and it’s so cool!! So definitely other people feel free to take it away with this but here’s what I’ve come up with: 

- Peter is a sea dwelling merm that was somehow caught by Hydra and experimented on. He’s held in captivity for a bit before he’s rescued by the Avengers. 

- When they find him, they have no idea what to do with him. He’s too injured and sickly to throw back into the ocean but they have no idea what the care and keeping of a merm requires and he seems to not be able to talk. Tony volunteers to keep him at the compound since he has the best facilities to house such a thing and so he assumes babysitting duties. 

- As he nurses Peter back to health, he starts to learn more about him and teach him about the human world, which Peter is initially scared and distrustful of but he learns that not all humans are bad and becomes particularly fascinated by science. He also learns to communicate with humans. 

- By the time Peter is healthy enough to go back in the ocean, Tony has formed a bond with him and he’s sad to let him go. But he knows he can’t keep him in captivity or else he’d be no better than Hydra. But still, after all these months, he’s come to see him as a son... 

And that’s generally it!!! I’m gonna do more drawings and doodles later of Tony and merm Peter interacting, so get ready for that! 

[raisinsboredman]

2019

So Bray reminded me that I used to do these and I’m so thankful that he did because honestly this year needs one and I never write anymore so here we GOOOOOOOOOO.

My 2019 started in Times Square which I can’t say is my first choice of places to spend New Year's Eve, but that’s what was planned for the university program I was traveling with. So there I was in Times Square in a soggy paper headband and a yellow plastic poncho that ripped when my friend tried to join me in it. I drank a lot of overpriced gin and my roommate threw up in a subway grate outside McDonald's on 5th avenue. Truly a cinematic night.

As soon as I got home from New York I sent a confident email to Sled Island telling them that I really wanted to work with them on the festival that year doing anything remotely communications related. It turned out the Executive Director knew my boss at the label I work for, and the day I went in for a “chat” I walked out with an internship. I called my friend on my way out and we went for a drink. It was maybe the second week of the year and everything was coming up ROSIE.

So to clarify, I was still ushering at the university, working 20 hours a week at a cafe, working at the label once a week, working at the festival office once a week, and taking four classes. Everyone was fascinated with how busy my life was and I ate that shit UP. And it burnt me OUT.

So I found myself at an intake appointment at a counseling centre. It was really nice to be in a room with someone who knew nothing about me and just cry and feel sorry for myself.

Turns out I burnt out because I was working too much but I didn’t do anything to change it because I’m me and I will climb over anyone who gets in the way of my career. Including myself. Actually, I think I quit the ushering job in February because the shifts were only like three hours and it was a waste of my time. But the festival came and went, the winter semester ended, then the spring semester ended, and suddenly I was just taking one summer class and only had three jobs.

Societe was sold to new owners, so I moved to two new cafes. At I Love You Coffee Shop I met Merm, and she’s the best friend I met this year.

In the summer I promoted my first ever show at I Love You, and it was a raging success. I got home at 3am and at 4:30am my friend picked me up to drive to Vancouver. Vancouver was hot and beautiful, and though it was only a four-day trip, it was the first holiday I’d taken since New York, and I needed it very badly. The ocean does wonders for my mental health, and one day I will live on the coast.

I got home and finished the summer semester. I fucking passed music theory and finished all the requirements for my degree.

I got a job at the National Music Centre working events, and though it wasn’t exactly working the events that I wanted to, I met some cool people, and I’m really proud to say that I work there.

Sometime in October or November, I started doing macrame, and it turns out I really love it, and I am proud to say I finally have an adult hobby.

In November I graduated and two days later I left for my first tour with an artist on our label. We started in Toronto, had a conference and two shows in Montreal, and ended the short tour in New York. I found it difficult to travel and work, and it was draining for me to meet so many people at the conference and at shows, but I found it very rewarding after working so hard for the label for two years behind the scenes.

So.

I grew exponentially in my professional life in 2019, however, I neglected my relationships. Even though I’m still very career-focused, I want to take a step back next year to be a 23-year-old, make friends, make things, have some mental peace, and have a chance to get to know myself more.

I’m usually such an asshole about resolutions, but I’m making some for 2020.

1. I’m going to either write or play an instrument for at least 10 minutes a day.

2. I’m going to stop doing as much shit for free. This year I started to resent the idea of working in music because I was doing so much for free and all I was getting was depression in return.

Grammarly is telling me this whole piece sounds overly formal, so I’ll throw in this anecdote about going on a date with my sixth-grade “boyfriend” twelve years later:

His name is Adam, and one day back in February(?) he replied to my story on Instagram, so I thought I should probably follow him back after how many years. I did, and he cracked a joke about it, and we got talking and I was like I’m gonna pUt MySeLf OuT tHeRe because that’s what everyone fuckin tells me, and also I thought it would be hilarious to date my 6th grade boyfriend, so I asked him out. We went for coffee and it turns out he works for minimelts and travels globally for warhammer... so.

Aight, bye.

[sephiramy]

So! I have finally begun Mermay, and decided on a few things - firstly, I am gonna go more traditional this year. Secondly, I am gonna use my own characters and just turn them into merms. And thirdly... I MIGHT try to color these later, but for now... I thought maybe YOU’D like to color!

I have a Drive folder linked below that has two versions of each - one with a transparent background, and one with just a plain white background. I’d love if you wanted to have a go at coloring them! If you post them, please tag me so I can see ‘em, I’d love to see what you come up with. 💙

Here is the link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16CmesxyBwwWQMvSh5-uwkiY5oB23_ruD?usp=sharing

I will be back with more merfolk in a bit... I’m hoping to do 9 total!

[ofmermaidstories]

miss merms..,, when u have a writing project that feels too big to start, how do u know where to begin? 🥹 over and over i've tried to strip this wip to its bare bones, but i always think too much abt the little things i want to include to flesh out character motivations and plot..., it's paralyzing 😭

start without the bones hanging over you!! easier said than done, i know, but it sounds like it’s stressing you out too much—just biff ‘em!!! boof!!!! put them in a seperate doc or a secret drawer in your mind and don’t look at them again and start from the beginning!!! you only really need like, idk, three things to start a story—a couple of characters, the place they’re standing in and something they want. all the other stuff that’s paralysing you—fleshing out the motivations and the plot and the fandangles—that can come later, after you establish your beginning. maybe something even better will unfold as you go. 🥺 it’s hard, but if it’s not doing it’s job of holding your hand then let go—you’ll be better off taking those few steps by yourself. You’ll be more surer as you move along, and then you’ll have enough steady ground underneath you to wield what you have saved in the back of your mind or your docs and make yourself a kite and run. ⛅️🪁📖

[crystalninjaphoenix]

MerMay 2024 Day Two Alliance

Chase popped his head out of the water, right next to a rock. He startled a couple seals sunbathing on the rock into the sea, but one remained, staring at him with big black eyes. He waved at it. The seal waved back with a speckled flipper. He started in surprise, and then it dove into the water as well. “Oh,” he said. He was half-tempted to dive after it, to ask the seal if it was a selkie in disguise, but he had business to take care of right now. Maybe he could come back later.

Speaking of which, he could see the others waiting for him. “Dad!” Sereia waved wildly, while beside her Muirin rolled his eyes at his sister’s foolishness. Stacy and Roxy sat on the edge of the walkway next to the kids. Behind them were a handful of other workers from the Institute of Marine Biology—the building of which loomed behind them.

Chase swam over, grabbing the edge of the walkway and lifting himself up onto the edge of the walkway. He couldn’t help but glance around nervously. He’d never been so... open in front of this many humans. His tail flicked nervous splashes in the water. “Hello, Chase.” Stacy smiled reassuringly.

“Hi Dad!” Muirin said cheerfully, as Sereia got up and walked around the others to give Chase a big hug from behind.

“Hi Stacy, hi shellies.” Chase gave them all a shaky smile. “Ah, hi Roxy, too.”

“Good to see you again, Chase,” Roxy said. “All of us here have been worried about you and your friend ever since TridentCorp took him away. Oh, don’t worry, the person who turned him in is long gone.” She nodded at the others. “The whole Institute knows about you merms now, and we’re ready to help however we can.”

“Hah... g-good to hear.” Chase’s tail flicked some more. “Well, um... has TridentCorp been bothering you since then?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Roxy said, shrugging. The other Institute employees grumbled behind her, complaining about TridentCorp—something about how they’re not really in it for conserving marine life.

Chase leaned over to Stacy and whispered, “Do they... know about the kids?”

“About how you’re their you-know-what?” she whispered back. “Well, they did just call you ‘dad.’ But they’ve never gotten in the water around any of these people, either.” Getting in the water would cause the kids to transform into their merm form. 

“Good.” Chase leaned back, twisting around to look at the humans. Some of them had been staring at the stripes of scales around his arms and torso, but they quickly looked away. Well, he should probably get used to that. It had taken them all a long period of discussion to agree that all the people at the Institute should know about merms, not just Roxy and her friends. If they were going up against TridentCorp, they needed more human helpers. People who would be able to sneak into their facilities without needing a transformation potion. “Have any of you had any trouble with TridentCorp?”

“Nope.” Stacy shook her head.

“We haven’t seen anything, either!” Sereia added.

“Not that we would. We’re fourteen, we can’t really do much,” Muirin said. Sereia rolled her eyes and shoved him. He shoved her back.

“And, um... have you heard anything from Lise?” Chase asked.

Roxy made a face. “Lise Ester? That TridentCorp lady?”

“Roxy, I explained this to you,” Stacy said, sounding exasperated. “She helped us get Chase out of that place!”

“He wouldn’t have been in there in the first place if it wasn’t for her,” Roxy grumbled.

“W-well, Lise didn’t personally do that,” Chase said. “She was just... distantly in charge. That’s different. Anyway, uh, it’ll be really helpful to have someone on the inside.”

Roxy sighed. “We haven’t tried reaching out to her, but her work email was available on the TridentCorp website. We could send her some sort of message. Try to convince her to meet up somewhere, maybe.”

“Sounds good.” Stacy nodded.

“Oh! Dad, can we go swimming with you? Please?” Sereia leaned close to Chase again.

“That, uh... would be fun,” Muirin said, trying to be casual. But Chase could see how he was also leaning over.

Chase grinned. He looked at Stacy. “Well? Can they?”

Stacy chuckles. “Alright, you two go change into your swimsuits first.” She glanced over at the other humans. “Do you all mind? Family bonding.”

The others gradually disperse. Roxy raised an eyebrow. “Do I not count?”

“Sure you do, Rox,” Stacy said.

“Yay!” Sereia and Muirin got up and scrambled back into the building, where Stacy had apparently let them put their swimsuits.

Chase slid back into the water and waited for them to reappear. It had been a while since he’d seen them. He’d been a bit nervous to, with TridentCorp out there. But maybe he needed the break that a swim with the kids would be.

[boyfriend-kisser]

Episode 5: 

> How fucking old is Glimmer jesus 

> Also yay Bow's there 

> "With She-Ra and a boat, we can conquer anything" bitch wdym just use She-Ra as a boat 

> JESUS CHRIST I FORGOT ABOUT HOW ANNOYING THE INTRO IS DONT JUMPSCARE ME LIKE THAT SKIPSKISPKSIPKSIPSKIP 

> Wow those boats float like, in the air those old boats DO float they're dope 

> Omg Bow is adorable he loves everything he's always so happy I love himso much if anything happens to him I will cut my ligaments off 

> Bow: No pirates? 

Glimmer: No pirates. 

Bow: *Sad arrrr* 

i love him 

> That green lump can sail? 

> Nvm they meant whoever he was arm wrestling with 

> Wow Sea Hawk is hot 

> Uh oh he's a narcissist 

> Bow is also feeling the gay vibes for him so Im not in the wrong 

> Sea Hawk dresses like Papyrus in that AU where sans dies instead of him?? Yknow?? And he's wearing sans's's' jacket and shit??? 

> Yes Adora, show him that he's retarded. Show him how retarded his sexy face is. 

> Bow grr I love you 

> AHAHAHAHA ADORA BEAT HIS ASS WITHOUT EVEN NEEDING TO USE SHE-RA 

> Oh yes, lay the sass on thick Catra 

> Omg Scorpia's hAIR I LOVE IT 

 > oMG SCORPIA'S A  BIG FRIENDLY GIANT AND SHE HAS LOBSTER HANDS AND LITERALLY ALL I'VE HEARD HER SAY IS "KITTY! JUST SO YOU KNOW, I'M A HUGGER" AND I ALREADY LOVE HER 

> HAhahahaha cat on boat 

> Scorpia's great nnn please tell me she stays being great forever 

> wTF Sea Hawk set his own boats on fire this DUDE I like him already 

> Okay updated favourites list: 

1) Bow (with or without flowers)

2) Catra (she got promoted back up the favourites list again but I'm still mad at her) 

3) Scorpia 

4) Flower princess 

 5) Sea Hawk

> SHANTY TIME HECK YEAH 

> Aw nvm

> OMG BOW IS ALREADY TYING KNOTS HE'S SO SMART LOOK AT HIM GO 

> GUYS BOW BLUSHED HE HAS A HUUUUGE CRUSH ON SEAHAWK GUYS HE'S SO CUTE 

> SPARKLE TELEPORTS AWAY he called her sparkle im crying 

> Adora fucking showing Sea Hawk who's boss by unfurling the jib by herself heck yeah 

> Sea Hawk's trying his best guys come on be nice 

> Omg Sea Hawk's singing 

> OMG HE'S HOLDING HANDS WITH BOW 

> BOW HAS A VIOLIN 

> Aw the song's over :( 

> Bow's so supportive of Adora as she beats Sea Hawk's ass AGAIN 

> *CRASH* 

Sea Hawk: aHA WE'RE HERE 

*CRASH* 

I love this show 

> Oh yeah adventures with Sea Hawk and WHAT THE FUCK GIANT OCEAN WORM 

> Lmao you can just hear "FOR THE HONOUR OF GREYSKULL" in the background 

> AWWW THERE WAS NO EPIC TRANSFORMATION SCENE :( 

> Omg she jumped off the boat wow epic hero moment 

> Lol she's dead 

> Sea Hawk isn't phased by this at ALL 

> HE'S SO MAD THAT SHE-RA'S COOLER THAN HIM 

> "adora GET IN THE BOAT" 

lmao I dont see how anyone could be scared of Glimmer 

Her name is fucking GLIMMER 

And she's so small and pink 

> Catra MAD WHY HAVE WE STOPPED 

> lOL SHE JUMPED ON HIM 

> There's a Force Captain Orientation???? 

> Also hi Scorpia I missed you and your lobster arms <3

> Catra's hot 

> Omg is Scorpia lesbian 

> I agree, very impressive captain yell 

> Mermaid land is PRETTY 

> AHAHAH Mermista (is that her name? fuck i already forgot) looks so fucking done with Sea Hawk I love it >I like Mermista's outfit tooo she's pretty wow 

> Please don't tell me she keeps that attitude for the entire show 

> SEA HAWK I LOVE YOU BUT STFU YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE 

> I'm TRYING to talk to my new friend Twinkle 

Glimmer: bITCH WHAT DID YOU FUCKING CALL YOU I'LL SHOW YOU A MOTHERFUCKING TWINKLE 

> No dont get rid of your guard or else... Aaaand Sea Hawk is sitting on your throne 

> Ok I like Mermista because she stood up and seems a little (lITTLE) more energetic and less bitchy now 

> S E A  H A W K  SHUT THE FUCK UP THE ADULTS ARE TALKING AND THE PLOT IS ADVANCING

> Don't sit in her lap that's rape 

> Why does Sea Hawk set everything on fire 

> Have I told you how much I love Bow yet? 

"That's Adora, she has a magic sword :)" 

> Oh yeah Adora, READ THE OLD WRITING 

> AWWW BYE SEA HAWK i actually feel bad he got flat-out rejected and like he's super annoying so i see why but still he just wants people to like him :( 

> THEY SKIPPED THE TRANSFORMATION SCENE AGAIN NOOOOOOO please say there's one later :( 

> Fuck yeah Mermista BE impressed bitch 

> Ffs Bow I love you and youre adorable but hushh 

> Tf Sea Hawk where u going 

> GLIMMER TAKE BOW WITH YOU SO HE CAN HELP YOU TALK TO SEA HAWK BC HE'S NICER THAN YOU 

> Sea Hawk's little scream made me laugh really hard 

> Aw, poor Sea Hawk feels useless (he kinda is but dont tell him that hes very fragile) 

> He charmingly set boats on fire omg I love him this is actually really sad 

> OK THANK GOD GLIMMER'S BEING NICE 

> When your powers are shparkles 

> NOBODY CAN GET HER FUCKING NAME RIGHT I'M CRYING GLITTER 

> Yes I knew Sea Hawk was one of my favourite for a reason 

> YAY THEY'RE FRIENDS 

> Aw he looked so happy 

> OK BACK TO SHE-RA LAND 

She's still using a sword like a gun to turn a hologram blue. 

> Hi Bow I love you 

> Bow why do you look scared??? 

> OH SHIT IT'S THE HORDE THAT'S A GREAT REASON TO LOOK SCARED 

> Oh it's Catra 

> AND SCORPIA 

> I love them both a lot 

> Holy fuck Mermista got a TAIL 

> Catra just wants to see her girlfriend 

> OMG BOW'S BOW CAN BE USED AS A GRAPPLING HOOK ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????? 

> He's so cool living out his pirate dreams 

> FUCK THEY MANAGED TO MAKE ME BA ATTACHED TO BOTH THE PROTAGONISTS TEAM AND THE ANTAGONISTS TEAM AND I DONT KNOW WHO IM ROOTING FOR 

> Im rooting for Bow. 

> Half of this si just me screaming about my love for Bow 

> NO SCORPIA THREW BOW IN A BLENDER NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO 

>THANK FUCK SEA-HAWK SAVED HIM 

They're having a gay moment 

 >Set your ship on FIRE 

> Im excited for flmaing boat time

> HE LOOKS SO HAPPY ABOUT SETTING HIS SHIP ON FIRE IM GOING TO CRY 

> Catra and She-Ra are having a conversation I'm so happy (even if Catra's being mean) 

> Catra just sitting atop She-Ra's sword is so cute to me 

> Ouch Catra scratch 

> She-Ra's so TALL 

> NO CATRA DONT fIGHT YOUR WIFE THIS IS DOMESTIC ABUSE 

> Speaking of lebians, where's Scorpia? 

> MERMISTA'S GAY SHE'S BLUSHING OMG 

> Oh, THERE'S Scorpia 

> I wanna cosplay Scorpia 

> SEA-HAWK AND GLIMMER YAY THEY'RE GREAT 

> I kinda wanna cosplay Sea-Hawk as well 

> FUCKING FLAMING BOAT ATTACK I LOVE IT 

> Aw Catra in the water sad 

> Scorpia will rescue you Catra it's ok 

> Yay the gate's fixed and WOW yeah it's beautiful 

> OMG SEA-HAWK HIT THE JACKPOT HE GOT A REALLY NICE SHIP FROM MERMISTA THAT'S GORGEOUS WTF 

> Hes so happy :) 

>HAHAHAHAHA 

Merm: Don't set it on fire. 

Sea-Hawk: nO PROMISES 

> Aw Sea-Hawk's being useful he's actually kinda cute I love him 

> YES MERMISTA'S IN YESYESYESYES 

> sHE-Ra get's all the bitches (except Catra) 

> Is everybody gay in this show??? 

> oMG BOW'S SINGING A SHANTY ABOUT THE BEST FRIEND SQUAD I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH HARWEFYGYERWABFYIHHWUIFHIEWJNFBIHWQF 

> tHAT WAS a perfect ending to that episode Bow's so cute

[salamispots]

Starts naming all the days of the week so have a Monday merm wip.