#merracic

[beyond-mogai-pride-flags]

Merrascic Pride Flag

Merrascic or merascic/merasscic: an umbrella term for those who are not attracted to men anymore; a label in which one's mascic attraction has partially or fully vanished.

Examples: erassexual or asexual folk who once was attracted to boys; taken/monofidelitous pluralians (i.e. bi/pan, ply/omni, tri) partnered with non-men; a straight guy/darcian who used to be attracted to guys, but realized he is het after all; a lesbian who has gone through comphet; an enbian/cenelian, enboric/teramoric or feminamoric/trixamoric folk who used to be pan; an abrosexual or sexually fluid folk; or otherwise nomascic person who once experienced attraction to men.

[the-cryptographer]

Hezjena encouraged me to participate in a Merrill drabble challenge along with her, but I’m too lazy to post every day or every other day on here so, introducing Month of Merrill Mondays~ Where I post 3-4 ficlets for the @monthofmerrill​ prompts each Monday in July all in one poorly organised post :)

This time, I’m posting for: 1. Sundermount (Fenris & Merrill, Long Way Home & A New Path, cw: violence, death) 2. Keeper (Merrill solo) 3. Blood Magic (Audacity & Merrill, pre-canon, cw: self harm)

All three turned out pretty angsty, but hopefully that will turn around with some of the later prompts~  Starting with Blood Magic bc it’s my favourite in this batch, and leaving the other two under the cut.

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3. Blood Magic (Audacity & Merrill, pre-canon, cw: self harm)

“Like this?” Merrill asked. She drew the knife under her arm – on the skin that lay flat against her side, out of sight.

She didn’t know how it felt. Not like clarity or focus, the way it had when she’d done this before. Just sharp, maybe? Disrupting the lines of old scars.

“That’s how the last one did it.” The Veil, thin around the shrine, shimmered. Audacity sounded almost bored. “And the one before her, and the one before him, to the beginning of time. Be bold. Try something new for a change.”

“It’s new for me,” Merrill said, as she pulled sparks from the droplets of blood. Not like when she’d done this just to feel something other than shame and to hear something more than Marethari’s critical voice echoed in her own head.

She turned her attention back to the spirit. “Why did you help me?” And for nothing more than promises, Merrill had noticed. “If what you want is something new…? I only want to bring back what was.”

Audacity chuckled. “You don’t know a thing, do you?” He pressed as close to her as the Veil would allow. “I want to see it, your brave new world, enasalelan.” Victorious One.

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1. Sundermount (Fenris & Merrill, Long Way Home & A New Path, cw: violence, death)

“Is this where you intend to die, witch?”

Merrill looked around the yard – moss sprouting between markers in the ground – overlooking the foggy mountains.

“This isn’t a place for death,” Merrill explained, because Fenris was very young and stupid without his memories, blessed with the very least of Dirthamen’s knowledge. “It is where the Elvhen went to enter uthenera. It is a place of immortality.”

“It is a place of corpses,” Fenris sneered. Skeletons shambled from the grave, puppeteered by wisps desperate for even the barest feel of life, the barest brush of the cold mountain wind. In one smooth motion, Fenris grabbed for the vertebrae and crushed the bone to dust in his gauntlets. “Keep on the path you’re on, and you will be one of them someday.”

Merrill didn’t think uthenera and immortality would be too bad, if she were able to recreate it. She’d rediscover the old secrets, and return them to her clan, and then perhaps she’d go into a long sleep on Sundermount.

Ideas changed. Years passed. Fenris became more worn, but not more aged. He asked her the same question in the same graveyard, as she sobbed over Fenarel and Ineria and the others. All the hunters of the clan – dead by her hand. How would the rest of them keep from starving?

Fenris’s gauntlet was still bloody, and Merrill thought he might end her right there.

More of the clan were coming for them, arrows notched and ready.

“Anywhere!” Merrill cried. “I’d die anywhere but here!”

And he nodded, like he understood. Like Seheron had been his Sundermount.

He hauled her over his shoulder and ran away to the base of the mountain for her.

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2. Keeper (Merrill solo)

“Keep? The way someone keeps bees? Or sheep?”

Hawke let the dice fall from her fist and scatter across the counter at the Rose.

Adriano picked them up with a hand that smelled like blooming jasmine.

It was a rude thing to say, but Merrill didn’t mind. “It’s alright. I would have made a terrible Keeper.”

Hawke didn’t blink at the non sequitur. She stared straight across the counter at Adriano as she removed her gloves, finger by finger. “Keep a few things for me, would you?” She set the gloves and a pair of runed rings on the counter ahead of Merrill.

Merrill kept them. She went home and placed them on a shelf with a halla statue, a ship in a bottle, and stacks and stacks of books.

She was terrible at keeping people, but she was growing used to keeping things. Piled over chairs and floor and shelves.

The roof of the tenement was leaking, but Merrill sat in the centre of the room and found herself in a palace of old Arlathan. With relics and knowledge all around her, and an Eluvian, and no need to walk from place to place.

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Thanks for reading~

[thatwildnya]

Meet Meglapus Ashengrotto

welp, here we go. first official release of one of my twst ocs

Biological Status

Name: Meglapus Ashengrotto

Other names: octopimp (Leona)

Gender: male

Age: 30

Birthday: tbd

Height: 197cm

Eye color: sky blue

Hair color: soft pink

Homeland: Coral Sea

Family: Azul (cousin)

Description:

A tall individual with a dashing smile filled with sharp teeth. Despite his height he has a welcoming demeanor that naturally draws in chatty folk and soothes those of the shyer crowd. Wears royal purple dress pants and shirt. A blue and gold striped vest covers his shirt. A gold scarf is wrapped around his neck. A sleek trench coat that changes colors throughout the day rests on his shoulders. The type of shoes worn depend on where he’s at and weather. His hair is about waist length and tied back in a ponytail.

Professional Status

Affiliation: NRC staff

Occupation: Math and Theater

Subject taught: various maths and theater related extracurricular

Fun Facts

Favorite Food: deep-fried foods

Hobbies: clothes designing, make up

Talents: making outfits from the worst materials

Meglaspus is a clothes designer gaining popularity in the fashion, theatrical, and movie industries. His costumes are always eye-catching and on point, nothing less than his best is ever released. Many critics and fans appreciate the dedication the up and coming merman puts into his products.

Fashion shows often ask him to be a judge, but he rarely accepts. “Fashion shows tend to cater to those with “ideal” body types. I’m quite insulted whenever an invitation is sent, the “ideal” body for everyone is different. We all have our preferences, be it slim, muscular, heavier, and so on.”

He is related to Azul on his mother’s side of the family, their mothers are sisters. His father was the descendant of the now extinct megladon merrace. Meglapus never knew his father, he was part of the royal guard and died on duty.

He’s known Azul since he was a newborn, and has doted on him ever since. Before he was bullied, they were inseparable whenever Meglapus wasn’t away at school. The younger was basically barnacle, little arms wrapped around his neck and tentacles clung to whatever was available. If only those days could have lasted forever.

[simpledatainfo]

MERRAC Solar Panel, 100W 18V Solar Panel Kit with 2 USB Ports & DC Output, Portable Foldable Solar Battery Charger for Power Station, Outdoors, Camping, RV, Emergency

MERRAC Solar Panel, 100W 18V Solar Panel Kit with 2 USB Ports & DC Output, Portable Foldable Solar Battery Charger for Power Station, Outdoors, Camping, RV, Emergency