#mer au 🐟

[spacexseven]

tuna I am. thinking about eelzai. for it is mermay and thus His Time.

imagine. you go out on the water. very cold night, very shitty boat. your engine stalls (definitely didn't get viciously tail-thwacked by a certain eel until it broke that's definitely not what happened) and you get stuck out there, and there's no one else out who will hear you call for a tow, so you're in for the night.

because hes just OH so nice amd has ZERO ulterior motives, dazai hauls his huge ass into your boat (with just how fucking long he is you're surprised he didn't sink it) and offers to let you huddle up with him for warmth! well less offers and more like immediately starts coiling around you before you can respond but you get it. while he's a naturally cold blooded creature, his human half runs pretty hot- perhaps in order to regulate his species' body temp in various underwater environments. it's hard to deny that the heat he radiates its very nice... even if he's soaking wet and his grip is too tight and he keeps licking you with he thinks you won't notice.

I have been Thinking about this for like 3 hours. need him so bad.

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omg i really wanted to get to this before may ends and!! i made it cheers

if you're new to mer au check out some of the other stuff so you know what to expect from eelzai! yandere character.

the reason why you're out in the cold, guided only by your tiny lamp and the moonlight is because of dazai, since he won't leave you alone in the morning. trying to traverse the waters in daytime is terribly inefficient because a giant sea creature grabs onto the side of your boat and threatens to topple you over if you don't play (and with a perfectly unassuming smile on his face too, the devil).

you beloved boat has served you for a long time now, a simple but trusty thing that has travelled many hours with you and survived many attempts at dazai's...playtime. but there's only so much tail smacking and claw digging it can take before it gives in on itself, and it just so happens that tonight's when it finally surrenders to dazai's attacks. it only takes a little shove from dazai for the engine to splutter and come to a complete stop, refusing to budge no matter how many times you kick it or plead it to start up again.

and who else shows up but dazai himself? he doesn't even have the shame to pretend to feel guilty about stranding you in the middle of nowhere with your lamp flickering out thanks to his shove, and your phone unable to call for help, and instead he looks up at you like he just so happened to come across you, like he had absolutely nothing to do with your current predicament. he straightens himself out until he's face to face with you, and then looks at your boat with a surprised expression.

"that looks bad," he says, and the surprise morphs into something more wicked, "poor you. can a little human really survive out here on their own?"

"i have a lighter," you lie, "and i will singe your eyebrows off."

he pouts and drags himself down under the dark waters before popping up again on the other side, splashing more cold water onto you, "you must be cold," he croons, clearly relishing in your troubles, "a little flame won't help."

you can't even deny it because you're shivering, even under all your layers. but you won't let him win, can't let him hold yet another victory over your head and grin at you with his too-sharp teeth and his piercing eyes, calling you a weak human once again.

but you've come prepared, and you pull out a thick blanket to wrap over yourself while you consider your options to make it out of the water, either by rowing or finding a way to start up the engine again. except, as you unfurl the wonderful piece of cloth, dazai glares at it and dives head-first, frighteningly fast, making sure to flick his tail in your direction to drench your newfound ray of hope with freezing water. you stare at it, your mind numb and your heart shattered.

"oops," he giggles from behind you, "i didn't mean to do that."

sighing, you resign yourself to your fate. if you rowed hard enough, you could forget about the cold chilling your limbs, right? and you'd have to reach shore eventually, even if it takes...a few hours. you didn't go out that far anyway. but as you rummage in your boat for your oar—the one you went out of your way to get just in case you had to smack dazai in the face whenever he got a little too handsy and eager—you feel the boat tilt backwards, and you turn to face dazai grinning at you with his hands grabbing onto the rear of the boat.

"don't worry about the cold," he, in a motion so fluid you barely see it happening, hauls himself onto the boat, causing you to stumble over and creating a perfect opportunity for dazai to lean over and grab you, ignoring your screeching as he brings you over to him, "i can keep you warm!"

and, oh—you hate it. you hate the unfamiliar sensation of a tail wrapping itself around your legs, you hate his long arms holding your upper body still and his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with faux innocence. you hate the fact that though he's dripping wet and he should be freezing cold, he's surprisingly warm, and somewhat comfortable to be contained within. you hate the way he's careful, too, because you'd have never expected him to be so delicate with the way his claws press over your skin. of course, his caution doesn't extend to stopping himself from placing a few wet kisses here and there, or playfully nipping at the skin of your neck, but it's more than you'd hoped from the same dazai that regularly threatened to eat you.

you're practically immobilized, too, gently rocking with the waves as dazai hums delightedly, but the sight of the stars against the dark sky is gorgeous and the slow movement of the water is reassuring, even with an unfamiliar weight around your body and a predator over you. your oar is long abandoned, and your engine peacefully resting, but you can't find it in yourself to be panicked when dazai's warmth is so comforting against the chill in the air and his stroking slowly lulls you to a much needed rest.

just a few moments, you tell yourself. but when you wake up, the sun has risen and dazai is long gone, but your boat is close to shore, and you know exactly who pushed you all the way here.

maybe night trips weren't that bad.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

mer!sugu watching you transfer a bug to a leaf so it wouldn't drown in the waves of sea water, just thinking about how you're too sweet for this world. too nice, too sweet, too eager to help others, even to the smallest of creatures you find by the beach. he can't help but feel irritated.

not at you.

never you.

but your tendency to pick up strays like suguru doomed it all from the start. he couldn't help but fall in love when you helped him and chose to stay. he couldn't help but fall deeper in love every time your eyebrows furrow with worry when he's even the slightest bit hurt. or every time you smile when he seemed content.

it feels so good to be happy, but christ it hurts to think that he'll always outlive you. he'll always live with the fact that he'll inevitably lose you someday.

so whether he leaves or he stays, it'll hurt anyway. no matter how sweet your love is, and how tender the moments you spend with one another are.

he hates that.

[got the thought from rafayel [love and deepspace] my other pretty purple fish man ...i couldn't resist with the angst my bad-]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ANONNNNNNN ……..

when i saw this in my inbox i kinda had to take a breather … i have no idea what i did to deserve such talented anons ??? like genuinely ???? everyday i wake up and one of u dropped the most heartwrenching beautiful concepts i’ve ever read and then i’m just expected to continue on w my day like nothing happened smh ……..

AAAA JUST . this concept !!!! T_T anon!!!!! it’s so dear to me and def in line for what i think the main theme of this au is which is just … kindness? the meaning of little everyday acts of mercy??? and u just described it so so well i can’t handle it…. reader being so kind and happy to take in strays, even at their own detriment…. mer!sugu who can’t help but be charmed by it even though he thinks you should be a little more selfish :((… and the emphasis that he could never be angry at you, he’s just angry at the world and your circumstances…..

“your tendency to pick up strays like suguru doomed it all from the start” anon the way you phrased this is turning my heart to mush :((((( he can’t help but fall for you and that dooms you both. sob.

it feels so good to be happy, but christ it hurts to think that he'll always outlive you. he'll always live with the fact that he'll inevitably lose you someday. so whether he leaves or he stays, it'll hurt anyway. no matter how sweet your love is, and how tender the moments you spend with one another are. he hates that.

and don’t even get me started on this 😔😔 this aspect of their dynamic makes me so sad bc i don’t think reader ever thinks about it (or even knows that merfolk live way longer), but suguru does and it’s just this bittersweetness that he keeps to himself… that makes his chest hurt more than he’d prefer…. sighhh. T—T the thought of mer!sugu loving you forever and cherishing your memory even after you’ve passed makes me so sad….. but it’s also such a beautiful aspect of this au :’3 he won’t always have you with him which only makes those tiny moments of kindness and happiness between you more important!!

so i think deep down he’s really glad that you’re you, even when he has to share a home with all the abandoned kittens you brought back <3333

[kazzykatt]

more fish for your needs🐟🐟 (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9) (masterpost)

Sea horse Sun and Isopod Moon by @castercassette    super fish daycare by @monakamoimoi   mer au by @okayspicysad

[dinxieyinxie]

apparently there's a difference between sirens, selkies, and merrows in the HP lore and my ass did NOT research before drawing any of these so now i guess yonal is a half-selkie, half-siren in this AU 😭😭😭

my headcanon is that selkies in this world can still shapeshift like in the original mythology and sirens, well, they got those banger vocal chords. Yonal can turn into a human but at the cost of hurting himself whenever he tries to speak so he just doesn't </3 however he sings like an angel in his mer form

anyway im drawing snape after this ehe ive found a fish for him 🐟🐠

[cipher-the-sidhe]

Hi! I just went through your entire WtTK AU and I have a (potentially sad) question :D

Has baby Eclipse ever accidentally hurt Y/N? Cause I noticed he's got some pretty big claws, and kids (especially young ones!) don't tend to have very good control of their strength and coordination when they're little

*grabbing you and shaking you*

Thank you for liking my au and for engaging! I love these fish a normal amount!!!!! As for your question~

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The first time it happens, Eclipse is too young to realize what he’s done. Tiny baby teeth are still sharp enough to pierce and tear, and when he mindlessly mouths at you a little too hard Moon is the first to notice the blood at your shoulder where your baby nestles his face. Sun is a mess of anxiety over the realization that your little guppy has teeth and claws sharp enough to hurt his mama now, and no will yet to prevent it. The bites don’t leave a visible scar, but the boys never forget.

It happens again, of course. Many times. Little nicks of careless baby claws and eager baby teeth. Nothing serious, and your mers are diligent in teaching Eclipse to be careful with his mama and her delicate body. Sun maybe goes to far with it really, and for a while your little boy handles you like you’re made of glass. Eventually you ease the anxiety he develops over hurting you into a more reasonable level of caution, but he’s always very careful.

But even the most careful, cautious people slip sometimes, and Eclipse is just a boy after all…

He hadn’t meant to. He swore up and down around hiccuping sobs over and over again how he hadn’t meant to and how he’s so so sorry. You coo and shush him, one hand pressed down firmly to stem the bleeding from your calf, and the other holding onto his hand (so much bigger than yours already, and covered in your blood) even as he tries to pull away.

“Clip, sweetie, look at me. I’m ok. It’s going to be ok. It was an accident. I’m not mad. It’s ok.” You talk to him as gently as you can, holding him as close as he‘ll let you. For a moment you resent how big he’s gotten so fast. Eleven years old and he’s already taller than you.

Moon doesn’t take it well, of course. Sun takes it worse. They get your injuries cleaned and stitched up, and they end up healing into four pale pink scars just a few inches above the first scratches Moon gave you on your ankle years and years ago. Eclipse doesn’t speak almost at all for weeks. He stays with Moon most of the time, and his nocturnal father uses the time to share whatever wisdom he earned from his own time as a sharp and dangerous creature on how to be gentle. Your son keeps his hands entirely to himself for that time, accepting hugs but not returning them. Your heart hurts far worse than your leg. Sun stays by your side while the other two are away, and his son won’t meet his eyes for days either.

Things get better. They heal, they scar, the marks fade and leave behind lessons for all four of you. Eclipse grows into a frighteningly deliberate predator, and those claws and teeth never do any harm that they don’t fully mean to do by the time he’s mature. Certainly after that, though he causes his fair share of carnage, he never hurts you.

[rmtzcoconut]

them as mers

i made a tag for my merformers au its called fishsticks au ,,, 🐟🐟🐟🐟

[mikibagels]

it's mermay again and i thought about your cute merman jonaeri drawing! 🧜🏻‍♂️ I was thinking maybe speedwagon was a member of erina's crew and perhaps dio is also a mer maybe? also imagine if jonathan's dog danny was a sea lion instead 😂

Thank you so much for the love and well-thought concept, but I'd be remiss to not mention that my drawing was a fanart of my follower's illustration! The idea and visuals belong to my lovely follower @edgy-fish-boy (even their username is on-brand with mer-jonathan hehe)🩷🐟

Perhaps it's worth giving this AU idea to them since they draw it so well :)

[hotpotatopotat]

🐟🎊AND THE LAST REVEAL IS…!!🎊🐟

The BkDk Mer AU! The theme is Bakugou mer, Kirishimal seal, and Shoto Shrimp are operating an ice cream truck. They don't have many bites considering that the ice cream has fish in it, so they decide to enjoy it themselves.

There is an entirely new Papercraft standee kit that I worked really hard on that you can build yourself, as well as adorable little car charms! There's a big kit and also mini kits! HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR TOMORROW!!!

[aftgficrec]

🧜Merfolk ask🧜

Part 2: art recs

Here's a list of all the art we couldn't fit into the Keremy / Andreil merfolk ask for @willowbird. Enjoy the creativity of these incredible artists! - S

fanart for @fortheloveofexy’s fic ‘Into The Deep’: Neil and MerAndrew by @emry-stars-art, mer!drew by @moments-au-crayon22, Katelyn and MerAaron by @deelebee, and Andreil in Crow's design by @tropical-lycan

mer aus masterpost art and hcs by @emry-stars-art

Neel by @fandomnerd101

mer!neil in the pool by @capcavan

octoneil by @capcavan

🐠 If fishes were kisses we all would be rich 🐟 by @faevorite-main-blog

pike!drew by @messmagu

if you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you by @luneillusoire

“The flower reminded you of me, did it?” by @tidalst

happy mermay! by @boneappetart

merdreil by @marjo4rt

merman Aaron by @lovelymerch-blog

some foxes as mermaids by @nerdzewordart

my girl renee by @fandomtrasho

MerDrew and MerNeil art by @teomoy

merneil n andrew art by @twohiddenhalves

mersharkneil art by @02511213942

mer!andrew art by @tycutiovevo

terribly adorable mermaid Neil art by @fighto-art

Being a bath slug is boring, Neil fish, sea man and Stop feeding him art by @rhyva

Ocean Blue art by @kazzyboy (tw: blood & injury)

Renee+Riko meer AU and Rikoi AU art by @capcavan

Koi Riko went flop art by @noomyart

Neil for MerMay art by @yeehaws-art

My first ever MerMay piece art by @amityillustration

merman!neil for @unkingly by @catastrofizz

I based Mermaid!Andrew on a leopard shark art by @ninjasandnightmares

the little siren au art by @allfortheslay25, wip 1, pre render, wip 2 + comic doodle + siren neil/merman andrew + world building

FantasyAU Jeremy Knox and Jean Moreau! art by @linecrosser

glittery merm neil and more merm art by @mistykaru

Week 4: Dead Sea art by @chemdoodles

Siren!Andrew art by @midgart

Mermaid AU with palace guard Andrew and deep sea sorcerer Neil art by @redskiesandsailboats

Kicking off MerMay with a collab!! and Surprise MerMay collab!! art by @fortheloveofexy and @rhyva

Mermay Andreil and NSFW version art by @Adell_Moretti on twitter

mermay andreil art by @caraleadraws on twitter

[submerged-into-clouds]

So. This is the mer!Hound fanfiction I wrote for @montyuh . I haven't had a chance to properly revise it due to a difficult university semester, — up until now, — but I'm just going to drop it here and skitter away like a cockroach.

Premise:

Mer!Hound / Little Mermaid AU

What to expect from the work and the work itself are under "read more".

What to expect:

I haven't written for purposes of online posting in years, so it is very likely not as refined as it could be.

English is not my first language (a classic, but true)

No dialogue

Written in third person, but mainly revolves around Hound’s thoughts and experiences

Human character is incredibly ambiguous, and is referred to neutrally.

Some other characters get mentioned, but it's left up to interpretation as to who they are

Angst (?) primarily, but has a happy ending

Pure vibes

The flow relies on time skips, they are indicated by underscore separations.

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When the dawn descends upon the crescent shore, shunning away the grey remnants of the early morning, the quiet splashing of the waves is no longer the only sound that hangs in the air. As if on cue with the first rays of sun, a few shallow squawks of seagulls cut through the air; even the wind seems to pick up its ceaseless run bringing upon the smell and sounds unknown from just beyond the lip of the cove.

When the dawn comes, usually he enjoys the shimmering of sun from underneath the surface of the water in the safe haven of a mangrove forest, should he choose to stay by the land, or face it among the reefs where he could bask in its warmth openly. But a limp figure sprawled across his forearm felt like the heaviest anchor this very morning.

Hound is a mer not cowardly, but curious — perhaps against his better will, — and only once his back grew warm and dry did he avert his eyes from the form of the human to gaze at the horizon and the shiny trail of light on the ocean's face. It's much past dawn.

They aren't dead — Hound met dead people: bodies floating in the water, as recent as last night. This one doesn't have the bloated and heavy appearance, and no human blood found its way onto the sand, and in the back of his worried mind he proudly considers it possible with his input.

His memories drift back: the metal massives cutting through the waves with their sharp noses, gliding along. On nights like this, he was invisible in the dark.

He would jump and cling briefly onto the side of the metal ship. Rare crevices and indents in the metal he would bury he clawed fingers in, and stalk around the portholes to take a peek inside.

Their sub nautical vessels had more of everything. More texture, more angles, more means of propulsion and protection. In comparison, human ships almost appeared bare to him, like a crustacean with the most unremarkable and newly formed chitin, marked by nothing but a rarely experienced scuffle; or perhaps an eroded rock that no life found itself perching upon.

But did those giants carry treasures!

Unlike what was generally known or observed of humans, what ended up in the ocean was an indication of life beyond just the theorised schedules and behaviours. Who had an unopened can of fruits with them? Who lost their embroidered coat? Who was the author of a drawing lost to the sea? What were the numerous orange cat phones?

Items like these carried character and mystery so alluring!

So Hound learned to stealthily follow around and scale the rare ships and boats to see where all of these treasures came from, although unlike this night, he never did it under a stormy sky. Never had a ship begun to sink, either.

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A mammal's skin felt so unlike what he yet got to touch! Not stiff, like his cartilage, yet not as smooth as the gelatinous surface of a sea jellie. Their hands look like they've seen work.

The sea calls him to retreat, but Hound spends his last few minutes on the surface hunching over and squinting: their eyes are still under the eyelids, and their lips gave grown blue and skin — pale; he stalled on having them be left slumbering at the water's edge.

In a few moments after the sun has finally touched their cheeks, the colour gathers on them — a most positive sign of their blood still flowing. And suddenly, like the breeze itself had brought a faintest sound, he heard a groan, originating unmistakably from beneath him.

With a jolt, and dropping them rather unceremoniously, Hound all by jumped back in the ocean. Waves splashed together above him, and the space around now locked into the serene quietness of the ocean, and nothing else was heard. The water filtered through him like a roaring current, and yet it felt that he could not inhale enough as he recalled how their eyes only began to open.

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Hound half-listens when the one called Sea-Witch speaks to him the terms of his deal — tail split in two in favour of a pair of prosthetic limbs; how to sustain himself his bottom would be encased in that armour, like a man half-built.

Not unheard of it was, of course, but any self-respecting scientist would deem the proposed methods dubious and undeniably dangerous.

In a dark and remote cave he found them, where the volcanic formations layered one atop the other, twisting this terrain into a wiggled maze; the red polyps thriving in the heat of the hydrothermal vents, outstretching like a palm leaf, and so many of them were there that the deeper he went the less light there was. It was a place many knew stood, but few sought, as why else would one carry a title of the Sea-Witch in not for a warning? With no directions, no

And should the object of his affection not be willing or unable to find a way to help upkeep this construct — it will inevitably be rejected by his flesh, and he will remain helpless, abandoned by both sea and land, he hears them continue.

In return the Sea-Witch asks for his translator and he gives it up eagerly. Their eyes are many and they shine with an indiscernible emotion as they tell him they know he'll be back to ask to be able to swim in the sea again, that none but them would be able to stitch his tail back to its function, and then he'll be forever in their debt.

When the dawn comes that day, Hound wakes up with a burden in his chest and a splitting pain in his lower half.

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Metal prosthetics are heavy and sturdy, holding his weight up diligently, but his newly acquired joints ache. When he stands in the shallow waters on an unfamiliar shore, he feels nothing akin to a gentle touch of a wave — the feeling is empty and flat, more a suggestion than an experience, and Hound finds himself longing for it.

But then the human shows up, and the smile on their face and the sound of their voice is sweet and soothing, like a sea rocking him in its arms and singing him deep lullabies, and Hound finds that whatever wound starts forming in his heart at the memory of his home heals itself in their presence.

His scales aren't as smooth above fhe water, and he finds he needs to cover himself with a protective lotion more often than not — lest they begin to flake. Hound isn't human — just humanoid. He, who now stands on two mechanical legs, can feel the breeze and the sun just like humans do, even if his hearing is impaired and his joints hurt more and more day by day. Whatever was done to him — maybe magic, but more likely incomprehensible to him science was wearing itself thin.

He was lucky he was found by them, and even beyond lucky that the reaction they had didn't happen to escalate into something that would compromise him.

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He wishes he could understand them. Without a translator, all of the human's words are hopelessly lost to the melody of their voice, and he can't make his mouth approximate the sounds of their language to even try expressing his thoughts. Only at that point does Hound think back to the one called Sea-Witch briefly: would they have anticipated the barrier in communication that would form once Hound has parted with his device? Did they need the translator for their own purposes? Or to make sure he fails? Or both?

Whatever the answer may be, and however bitter the feeling is, it doesn't really matter now, Hound reasons.

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Time after time they attempt to tend to his legs. Hound can't discern what they speak, yet sits patiently when they take time to inspect the properties of the construction — it's metal, partially circuitry, partially hydraulics, and the rest happens to be beyond him. He wouldn't dare to pry open this set-up, of course. Maybe a creature small like them from their perspective would see something he missed? Maybe this person happens to be an engineer in their own human life? He wishes he could ask.

The repeated search yields no results to their liking, it seems. Human body language is so expressive, Hound thinks, with all the pants and exhales and sighs that leave their lungs, they would have raised a storm of bubbles underwater. And in those bubbles fish would play…

He fantasises about it more than a creature in his position should, perhaps. Humans can't go underwater, and their lungs aren't built for it. The few divers he happened to observe from far away, have relied on the bulky weight of oxygen tanks. This accommodation, he supposes, is justifiable. What are his bought legs but an accommodation tool for the terrain he isn't built for? Wouldn't there be a joy to be had in trying? Maybe they couldn't swim as swiftly as him, maybe they couldn't breathe underwater or even hold their breath for a time that would matter, maybe the pressure deeper in wouldn't suit them.

He would help — he is so ready to! If he ever returns, that is.

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He does wish at times he was more like the human who visits him, or suitable to their stature at least. It's inconvenient to try to take in their features as a person of his height, as it is even harder to make it subtle. But when he brings his face closer to theirs to look in their eyes — they don't seem to mind. So he does it again. And again. And until they all but lay in his embrace, until when they breathe he can feel the faintest touch of warm air on his skin — he does so. But never further. He keeps himself content with looking at them, deep in thought.

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One of his most prized possessions back in the ocean was a human book. Clearly handbound, it held up well to his and others’ surprise. Even wet and salt'd, what they figured out to be an oil based ink clung stout to the paper, which was, perhaps, the weakest part of the entire piece.

How sad, he thought back then, when something so fundamental as pages erode away. The ink won't wash, but chip away, the waxed linen threads will hold on tight, but all that is around them will slip into obscurity.

One day, he sees the human write something in a book that maybe lacked the same intricacy that the one he had, but was a book nonetheless.

He pointed at it. Gently, almost shy of his own movement he laid his hand on the page. The human, after a few short moments of contemplation, shifted where they sat, and suddenly Hound found himself with the book on his metallic lap. He notices the left page covered in sporadic notes, indiscernible from his height, and as he trails his gaze along to the empty page on the right, he feels them open his fingers to put their tiny stylus into.

He turns his head. They say something. He stares. They giggle and gesture in a way he sees as welcoming to an empty page.

At first, he wrote his name. It's a script different from the one on the left in many ways, but deep down there's a flutter of hope in him that maybe they happen to know it. But they just stare curiously at it, take their finger to it, clearly trying to tell the symbols apart, maybe grasp the grammar. Of course not.

So, clumsily, he draws a datapad. An approximation of a base. His favourite fish.

The way their face lights up is worth a thousand broken pencils, and this activity continues long into the evening, until the pages are done and Hound's spine aches, until the human begins to shiver in the wind and swat at a few insects.

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He sees their eyes glowing from under the water surface at night. Those like him. Some he knows, some he does not. Those unfamiliar to him would look upon his form with an intensity unmatched, but they wouldn't utter a word. Time would pass, and they would leave, and so quite were they that if he could sleep as easily as he used to, Hound would consider them remnants of a fleeting dream.

Those he knows — they speak to him. Their voices carry tongue he hasn't heard in cycles, but their words are filled with pain and worry. They tell him to leave and seek a person who can help, a mer or a human, doesn't matter. They tell him to hurry. Some break and judge his apparent incision and apathy.

He smiles gently, cups their faces, touches their shoulders, as he kneels in the cold water where they meet him. He assures them that it will turn out alright, and with a sad smile he shuts down their requests to abandon the human that visits him. Their tails beat foam in the water, and they beg him still, until the dawn begins to shine. Only then they retreat.

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Today the human stayed much later than they usually do. They huddled close to him, cloaked in a warm sheet. They held his clawed hand — and oh they are so small against him. Their face contorts into emotion that Hound hopes is worry, but fears is disgust: day by day his scales shelk, and no doubt his body has lost its colour alongside its lustre.

Before he uttered his agreement back then, the Sea-Witch left him with a parting gift of a question — why? In that moment Hound thought to himself briefly, remembering the eyes of the person who nearly found their rest amidst the bottom dwellers — it was the first time he saw a human up close. Now when they lay across from him so close, he sees that shine again, a body full of life, a head full of knowledge, and all they've shown him, and all he discovered for himself — the songbirds, the flowers, the bound books, the sound of surface music, the soft and warm touch of a body when they suddenly lay a comforting palm on his cheek and it feels like an embrace yet to be given. It's curiosity that brought him here. And while, regrettably, he can't tell the stories of what he's found out, of what he thinks and feels, he doesn't regret it.

So he closes his eyes in content even when their hand slithers back to their side.

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He was so sure he wouldn't open them again. His body broke out into a fever the next morning, and that brought upon him the weakness and hurt he didn't think possible.

The human cried, he heard faintly, as if the kilometres of water laid above him again, and it was only his head and legs that were on fire. He felt every bone back then, it seemed, and the seam along which his tail was once split felt akin to a metallic zipper on human clothes.

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He would awake weakened and bruised, but alive, in what he could only describe as a tub, sunlight pouring through the large open window. He was feeling much lighter than he remembers being in this last short little while.

Looking down at his legs, he instead finds a tail again — pale and sickly-looking, stitched and held together by the methods unknown to him; and the shock he experiences could only be rivalled by the pain shooting through him when he involuntarily jolts, and fear that mayhaps the Sea-Witch did get to him after all.

But with his gasps the water fills his lungs, and he feels himself grow calmer. And there must be chemicals put into this liquid, for the fluttering of his heart and his fins would otherwise be unrestricted.

Outside the glass wall he sees a room, clearly fit for a science team. A bit away, he sees a docking pool and the water splashing in it, and the grumpy gaze of another mer like him staying away from the bigger commotion.

Lastly, he sees his human, and past that the sound and visuals are a blur, as with a child-like joy he realises that he understands them. They talk out of breath at him about all that transpired, they apologise for involving the team of scientists they knew, they express relief that he's alive, they apologise again and again, and they speak so sincerely Hound isn't sure they know he can understand them yet. He gently touches the part of his skull where the translator would have been attached — and sure enough, it's slightly sore with the presence of a newly installed apparatus. No doubt that's what that lone mer was here for.

They speak and speak, and their voice flows in and through him with so much meaning, and the sheer comprehension of it is making his head spin. They haven't left, and just like he has them, they sought him out.

So when his tail grows back, marked with a scar, when his scales lay even again, when his soul and consciousness settle from their flutter, when he eventually gets acclimated to the ocean waters once more and swims in it, he knows they will meet again.

In the moment, out of breath, they ask, and he eagerly tells them his name. Smiling, they tell him theirs. And in the sunlit glory of the water their face shone bright.

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Some sketches of Mer!Eddie for a Little Mermaid Steddie AU I’m working on for MerMay

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I racked my brain for a while as to what fish he’d be and kept coming back to an Anglerfish

[spacexseven]

Wait wait wait wait in mer au I have never seen you talk about mermaid darling

What if darling is the mermaid and idk dazai or chuuya or both maybe are the humans and discover darling

Or them still being well whatever they are in mer au (siren and sea monster from what I remember) and darling also a mermaid:D

CW: yandere characters, toxic relationships, unhealthy idolization, implied murder/violence, invasion of privacy, reader is referred to as 'pet' in siren chuuya's part. unedited

human dazai is thrilled. he can hardly believe it! expect to be met with a barrage of questions from him, some from innocent curiosity, but mostly him wanting to know uncomfortably personal information. he begs and begs for you to let him stroke your tail, just once? it’s so shiny, you can’t really expect him to not be mesmerized by it! he’s impossible to escape, as he makes a habit of coming to your usual spot every waking moment, preferring to creep up on you and watch you go about your day before making his presence known. even if you switch to another spot—still close enough to watch the people walk by—he’ll scour the waters for you. soon enough, he even starts taking out a little boat to see you farther away from prying eyes. dazai brings you trinkets, despite you being the one with access to more valuable and rare items, and he knows that even though you act all huffy, you’re entranced by the newest gadgets he proudly waves at you. ah, but don't worry! he knows how to keep a secret. after all, he can't have anyone else coming after you, can he?

eelzai (eel dazai) isn't exactly used to cute little things like you coming by these parts of the waters. most other mer creatures are far more sociable than him and tend to live in more populated areas, never wandering near his cave unless it's out of curiosity about the rumored sea monster that lived there. it didn't particularly bother him to know that he was more feared than liked, and honestly, your shocked expression was awfully cute. what was surprising was how you kept coming back. maybe you were curious about him, too, peering shyly into his cave and quickly jolting back when you heard the slow swishing of his tail in the water. he didn't mind the company, though you probably thought he had no idea that you came around. sometimes, he'd lay as still as possible, waiting for you to come a little closer. closer, until your face was right next to his as you studied him carefully. he hoped you would stay longer, trace a finger, but within a few minutes, you were gone.

so he planned accordingly for the next time, hiding in a dark corner of the cave, lying in wait for you to believe it was empty, and come wandering in. and right as you came near the center, far enough from the opening so nobody would hear the yelp as you got dragged away, he would finally be able to have a nice conversation with you.

it shocks human chuuya the first time he sees you peering at him from the water, so much so that he jumps back and maybe cries out a little. despite his initial reaction, you were more than happy to educate him about your species, and you eagerly entertain all his questions and requests. maybe you were just lonely. not that he minded your attention. chuuya answers all of your questions and carefully remembers all the details you tell him about your life and home just in case. sometimes, startled by the sudden sounds of footsteps, you rush back into the water, and something you brought to show chuuya falls out beside his feet, which he silently pockets and pretends not to have seen when you ask about it. but no matter how much you plead with him to let you meet more humans, his friends, he refuses. there was no way he was going to let anyone come near you. chuuya even decides to learn diving, just to surprise you with a visit one of these days, now that he knows your favorite spots nearby.

siren chuuya is used to the envious stares of other mers, wishing they were as refined as him in any way. he's not as used to admiration, but it wasn't that uncommon. the degree of your admiration, however, was far from normal. he didn't know how you came to meet him, but the day you saw him you had fallen into a trance (as you liked to say) and since then, were rarely seen apart from him. you adored chuuya, constantly complimenting him and praising him, openly admitting you wished you were as alluring or as pretty as him because no human ever looked twice at you, especially not when all they wanted to see were sirens and other mystical creatures. chuuya never tells you that he's glad you're not as popular as him, he never tells you that he hates the idea of any foolish human fawning after you, nor does he tell you that he's already had to take care of a few suitors who were after your affection, those stupid enough to come and ask him for help in wooing you. no, he lets you believe that you should be happy in your current position, and lets you gush over him more and more, over the moon at any semblance of affection or praise from him. he liked you trailing behind him with starry eyes, his little pet.

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

🐀🐟surprise/whisperer RP index🐟🐀

Regular AU

Amnesia AU (spin off from regular AU)

Siren AU

human/Vampire AU

Vampire/Siren AU

Vampire Ceb AU

Demon Ceb AU (former slave Gosgo/Felly)

Demon Alistair AU

boxfish!Alistair/mer!Ceb AU

Mobster AU

Disenchantment AU

Trollhunters AU

Don´t Starve AU

Corpse Groom AU

Psychonauts AU

TMNT AU

Avatar the last airbender AU

the owl house AU

Pokemon AU

Deltarune AU

Outlast AU

Cult of the Lamb AU

SCP AU

regular College AU

fast forward AU

Vampire/siren AU (Monster AU)

haunted forest AU

Alistair/Ceb slow burn

Felonious/Guinness slow burn

Pirate AU

Cheerleader AU

Ghost Alistair AU

one sided/then mutual pining AU (Ceb/Alistair)

vampire Alistair/Ceb vampire butcher AU

revenge AU

Daddy Dearest AU

reverse Daddy Dearest AU

Mideavil/Cat Alistair AU

forbidden love AU

Boxfish!Alistair/Felonious AU (former pet)

Crowns Curse AU

Wizard school AU

Enchanted AU

besmirched noble AU

the queen´s pet AU

Campus Party AU

Ceb/Twins AU (Ceb/Cornelia/Cornelius)

Angel/Demon AU

Ghoul Alistair AU

Fairytale AU

Coffeeshop AU

Superhero AU

Superhero AU (miscommunication/Alistair becomes a hero)

Beauty and the Beast AU

Vampire College AU

Wild West AU

Vampire/Wendigo AU

Soulmate AU (three colors/Alistair/Ceb)

Soulmate AU three colors Guinness/Felonious

Puppet AU

Ghost Kings AU

three kingdoms AU

Prison AU

Felonious/Boxfish!Alistair AU (driftwood savior)

Daycare AU

forest deity AU

lost and found AU (Ceb/Guinness)

Godly AU

the dark crystal AU

Frog Prince AU

College AU (Felonious/Elijah)

Analog Horror AU

Cuphead AU

Sorcerers and Swindlers AU

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[jogallice]

Annecy Journée : mercredi 14 juin 2023.

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Aujourd’hui, mercredi 14/06/23, Journée internationale du procès équitable et Journée mondiale des donneurs de sang 👌

  L'Association de la presse étrangère d'Hollywood (HFPA), organisatrice des Golden Globes et ternie par les scandales ces dernières années, va disparaître après le rachat de ces récompenses par des investisseurs privés, ont annoncé avant-hier l'association et le groupe d'acheteurs dans un communiqué 🎥

  Le prix de la Bibliothèque Nationale de France (BnF) 2023 a été attribué avant-hier soir au romancier Pascal Quignard pour l'ensemble de son œuvre. L'écrivain âgé de 75 ans, prix Goncourt 2002, est l'auteur d'environ 80 ouvrages très variés, érudits, parfois difficiles à classer : essais, romans, contes, traductions 👏

  Stupéfaction à à Babahoyo (Équateur), une femme s’est réveillée le jour de son enterrement, quelques heures après avoir été déclarée morte. Ses proches étaient autour d’elle pour la veiller dans le cercueil, quand elle s’est mise à respirer 😲

  Image macabre, une mer de poissons morts asphyxiés à cause du réchauffement climatique. Sur une plage du Texas (États-Unis), plusieurs dizaines de milliers de poissons ont été retrouvés morts depuis le vendredi 09/06/23, conséquence selon les scientifiques d’un déficit d’oxygène. L’eau serait, en effet, devenue bien trop chaude 🐟

  L'écrivain étasunien Cormac McCarthy, lauréat du prix Pulitzer, qui connut le succès sur le tard grâce à ses romans emblématiques tels que La Route et No Country for Old Men, est mort hier à l'âge de 89 ans 😥

  L'évêque de La Rochelle, visé par une enquête pour des « faits de nature sexuelle », demande à être mis en retrait. Georges Colomb a annoncé hier avoir formulé cette demande au pape, alors que le parquet de Paris a ouvert une enquête « concernant des faits de nature sexuelle reprochés à cet évêque et qui auraient été commis en 2013 » 🕵️‍♀️

  Bon troisième jour de la semaine à toutes et à tous 🎸

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Dimanche et lundi 25 novembre 2022 - Mahahual

On decide d'aller au bord de mer pour une nuit dans un logement très mignon, pour voir quelques poissons en snorkeling et découvrir ce petit village super sympa quand il n'y a pas de bateau de croisière qui débarque ces 2000 passagers! L'eau est tout aussi belle qu'à Bacalar 😍 mais salée cette fois et avec des petits poissons 🐟🐠🐚

On aura eu de la chance, pas de bateau lors de notre passage alors c'était super tranquille! On imagine le débarquement quand on voit tous les restaux qui bordent la plage.