#migrating pod

[melabea]

migrating pod/migrating group! | stationary pod/stationary group!

a term for pods/groups of seafolk (cecaelias, merfolk, etc) who travel/migrate from territory to territory for any reason!

a term for pods/groups of seafolk who stay in the same territory/territories for any reason!

originally made for misceseafolk (link) users (& more specifically koramers (link)), but can be used by any seafolk!

symbols from photopea!

tagging; @radiomogai!

[mandillio]

Dorothy & Robert.

[somewheres-woods]

Imagine being a human warrior in a clan on Yautja Prime. Imagine how unbearable the heat would be on that planet. It probably gets so hot from the twin suns that any human living on the planet has to migrate for the summer with how extreme the weather could get. Or placed inside a cryo pod to skip through the summer, but that's typically saved for prisoners in the arenas.

The first time your mate hears about this migration ritual for human warriors, they can't help but feel both baffled and amused. The poor soft meat can't handle the warmth of Yautja Prime? How *ever* did you become a Blooded warrior if you can't even handle the temperature? They're laughing it up now, but I guarantee that if you take them to Earth during the winter, they would probably quiet down real quick.

[helcef]

Mermay pt 2 (pt1 here)

Blacktip shark (different from blacktip Reef sharks, which are smaller) Soap who is an extremely curious and fast lad. He lives and migrates around with a loosely organized group of other blacktip sharks. They’re not quite family and are together mostly to hunt more effectively.

More unorganized thoughts of mer!ghoap under the cut below

- Soap, like many of his species, has a curious nature, made bolder the bigger the pod they live with.

- Natural show off, especially after a good hunt. Being able to jump out of water with elaborate spins is not only a hunting strategy but also for impressing potential mates.

- Soap is popular enough but never made active effort to court anyone within or outside of his group. 🤔

- Ghost doesn’t travel with a pod which isn’t unheard of for his species but quite rare since most they’re known for their social behaviour (even interacting with other mer species)

- Ghost is heavily scarred for someone his age (and it’s made even more obvious by the fact that his species’ skin heal without its previous pigmentation so injuries almost always leave a permanent mark) because he has to hunt alone.

- Without the help of a pod, the squids their diet requires put up more of a fight. In addition, being alone makes him an easier target so every time he surfaces for air he risks being spotted by poachers.

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do you have any tips for writing mermaids? i love your work ^-^

How to Write Mermaids

-> Things to Think About and Consider When Writing Merpeople and Mer Fiction

-> How to Write a Mermaid (anc writing resources)

These are just some suggestions! Feel free to pick and choose based on what best fits your story.

Physical Appearance

Tail Variations: Instead of a uniform tail type, consider different adaptations: sleek, dolphin-like tails for fast swimmers; large, strong tails with iridescent scales for deep-sea mermaids; or frilled, flowing fins like a lionfish for camouflage. Some might have tails resembling eels or sharks, giving them a menacing or streamlined look.

Scales and Coloration: In deep-sea areas, mermaids might have dark, bioluminescent scales with patterns that mimic the stars or the sea floor. Shallow-water mermaids might have brighter, coral-like colors to blend in.

Scars and Symbols: Scars from battles with sea creatures, markings from coral, or even bioluminescent tattoos could add depth.

Eyes Adapted to the Ocean: Mermaids’ eyes might be unusually large, with reflective layers to enhance night vision. They could have vertical pupils like a cat’s or even multiple layers of eyelids, including a transparent one to protect them from salt and silt.

Webbed Hands and Clawed Fingers: Webbed hands would enhance their swimming ability, and clawed fingers might be used for self-defense or hunting. Some might have retractable claws or spines to protect themselves from predators.

Culture

Language and Communication: Consider how sound works underwater; it travels faster and farther but differently. Maybe they use gestures, a sign language, or even musical calls to communicate. Their language might be melodic or full of trills and hums that are difficult for land creatures to understand.

Beliefs and Myths: Mermaids would likely have their own stories, rituals, and superstitions. Maybe they worship ocean gods, the moon, or view shipwrecks as holy places. They might believe in omens from ocean currents, the arrival of rare sea creatures, or changes in the tides.

Social Structure: Decide if they live in schools, pods, or solitary. A royal family, councils of elders, or a group of shamans could govern them. Do they form alliances or rivalries with other sea creatures or even human sailors?

Hierarchy and Elders: Older mermaids or those with powerful magical abilities may hold significant respect and authority. These elders could be responsible for rituals, storytelling, and maintaining the balance of magic within their community.

Seasonal Gatherings and Ceremonies: The ocean has its own rhythms—tides, moon phases, migrations—and mermaids might gather for ceremonies tied to these events. For instance, they could honor the arrival of certain fish schools or perform rituals under a full moon for strength and unity.

Jewelry and Artifacts: Mermaids might decorate themselves with jewelry made of shells, coral, pearls, and items retrieved from shipwrecks. Certain pieces may symbolize rank, magical prowess, or family lineage, with specific stones or materials believed to channel energy.

Tattooing and Body Art: Many mermaids may tattoo themselves with ink made from squid or octopus, using markings that indicate status, clan, or achievements. Bioluminescent tattoos or body paint could glow at night or during important rituals.

Magical Abilities

Special Senses: Consider heightened senses, like echolocation, the ability to detect changes in water temperature, or a heightened sense of smell for tracking prey or sensing danger. These would add to their unique oceanic identity and give them a slight advantage over surface dwellers.

Control over Water and Weather: Some mermaids can call storms, manipulate tides, or create currents. This might be a rare gift, often feared for its destructive potential. Using such magic could leave them physically or mentally drained.

Healing and Transformation: Certain mermaids could have powers to heal wounds or diseases with seawater, or transform sea creatures into protective spirits. However, each healing might weaken them temporarily or require offerings to the ocean in return.

Song and Illusion: Siren song is a classic power; mermaids could enchant, hypnotize, or create illusions through melody. Overuse might leave them voiceless or mentally scarred, with some even risking losing themselves to the song forever.

Shape-Shifting: For those able to take human form, transformation might come at a great personal cost. Perhaps they can only transform for a limited time, or their time on land drains their magic, forcing them to return to the water to recover.

Physical Depletion: Magic use might be physically taxing, aging a mermaid slightly or sapping their strength. Frequent magic use could make them appear older or leave permanent marks on their body, like scars or discolored scales.

Price of Blood or Offering: Magic might demand a price—whether in the form of a personal sacrifice or a blood offering to the ocean. For powerful spells, mermaids may even need to leave behind something they value, such as memories, emotions, or treasured artifacts.

Risk of Transformation: High-level magic could alter a mermaid’s physical form temporarily or permanently. They might grow extra fins, become partially transparent, or even lose their voice after certain spells.

Mental Toll and "Ocean Madness": Overuse of magic could lead to a condition known as "Ocean Madness," a state in which mermaids lose touch with reality, becoming isolated or forgetting their own identity. This is particularly feared among mermaids, as it might mean permanent exile or being lost to the ocean.

Forbidden or Dark Magic: Some magic forms might be considered taboo or forbidden due to their dangerous nature. Practicing dark magic, like curses or soul-binding, could bring severe consequences, both in physical tolls and social exile.

Character Motivation and Conflict

Relationship with Humans: Decide whether mermaids are fascinated by or wary of humans. Some might be drawn to them out of curiosity or romantic allure, while others might distrust them due to pollution, fishing, or old tales of betrayal. Their interactions with humans can reveal a lot about their personality and worldview.

Desire for Land or Home: Consider what might tempt a mermaid to leave their watery home. Do they long to experience human life, seek revenge for an oceanic wrong, or retrieve a lost artifact from a shipwreck? This longing could add depth to their character.

Struggles with Transformation: If your mermaids can shift between human and mermaid forms, consider how this affects their identity and relationships. Transformation could be painful, rare, or come at a high price, adding dramatic tension and giving their character arc extra weight.

Quest for Authority: In a hierarchical society, some mermaids might crave power or authority, seeking to rise through the ranks or challenge an elder. Such ambition could lead them to take risks, learn forbidden magic, or ally with powerful sea creatures.

Personal Pride or Legacy: Some mermaids might want to establish themselves as legends, known for feats of bravery or wisdom. This could involve dangerous quests to recover lost artifacts, hunt rare sea creatures, or explore dangerous parts of the ocean. Their pursuit of legacy might set them at odds with their peers, especially if it leads to recklessness.

Torn Between Worlds: A mermaid who can transform and walk on land might struggle with a dual identity. If spending time on land slowly diminishes their powers, they could grapple with the desire to stay connected to both worlds, fearing losing either part of themselves.

Conflict Between Duty and Desire: Many mermaids might feel a sense of duty to their family, tribe, or ocean gods, conflicting with their personal desires. They could be pressured to fulfill a prophecy, protect a magical artifact, or avoid contact with humans, even if it clashes with their true passions.

Past Mistakes or Betrayals: A mermaid who has broken societal rules—whether by consorting with humans, using dark magic, or violating clan boundaries—might feel guilt or face exile. Redemption could become a strong motivator, pushing them to right their wrongs, often at great risk or personal cost.

Haunted by Family Legacy: If a mermaid comes from a family of notorious outcasts, warriors, or traitors, they might struggle with the burden of redeeming their family’s name or rising above that legacy. This could lead them into difficult choices about loyalty and personal integrity.

Hunters and Captors: Humans might hunt mermaids for their scales, powers, or knowledge, forcing mermaids into hiding or guerrilla-like resistance. A character driven by a desire for vengeance against humans could lead to morally complex actions and choices.

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[inprogresspokemon]

#974.5 - Cetoddle is thought to be a close relative of the aquatic Pokémon Wailmer; however, unlike Wailmer, who once lived on land before becoming a sea-dwelling species, Cetoddle used to live in the ocean a long time ago, before it migrated onto land and adapted to living in a frigid terrain. These playful Pokémon thrive in cold regions, living in pods of about five individuals and enjoying the minerals found in snow and ice. As they evolve into the massive Cetitan, a thick layer of fat keeps them warm while their immense muscular strength develops. Ice energy from their icy habitat builds up in the horn on their upper jaw, allowing a fully grown Cetitan to freeze its surroundings. This freezing energy is vital for their evolution; Trainers must frequently expose their Cetoddle to an Ice Stone to help build up this essential cryogenic energy.

Named: Cetoddle - ? - Cetitan

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•~{ Heyyy, so I’m redoing This Post Of Mine hope you gremlins like this }~•

•Arctic Sea Nymph•

When Arthur heard from some of the sea life who would go to the arctic that there was a new siren pod that was brought to his attention, he was concerned about the possibility that the pod was terrorizing the migrational sea life or the humans who may be in the area as siren pods are known to very violent with anything that is around their pod or home.

So Arthur was already mentally making a plan to go find the siren pod and somehow get them to move to a less populated area without getting maimed in the process but he forgot what he was thinking about when he heard the sea live say that the sirens had a being with them.

It was unheard of for a siren pod to take in anything that wasn’t already in the pod or born into the pod so of course Arthur tried to ask more questions but the sea life wasn’t able to as before they could get to the being to ask them anything a siren that was around immediately started to attack them and started screeching and they barely escaped with their life.

So they came to Arthur to report what happened and to make sure nobody got killed like they were told to do.

And after the sea life was done explaining what happened, Arthur gets ready to head to the Arctic and find out what this.

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The G.I.W got a lucky shot.

When Danny just finished fighting the box ghost and got him back to the Ghost Zone and was already tired from school and dodging his own home security system so Danny was tired and was ready to just pass out into bed and be dead ( you get it ) to the world for at least three days.

So when the white van rolled up and the door opened Danny didn’t hear it so when the G.I.W started to go open season on Danny and managed to get him enough and mix that with his exhaustion he was out for the count and was taken by the G.I.W for “research” experimentation and put him in restraints and drove off with his pass out body.

After a week Jazz, Tucker and Sam were able to find where the G.I.W was hiding Danny and made a plan to break him out and get him the hell out of this world because they would rather have a far way friend than a fully dead one. So they set everything up got all of their weapons to break him out and made sure the portal was near and would close as soon as Danny went through and than they would all be safe.

The G.I.W got an upgrade that the team didn’t know about so they grab Danny and book it to the portal while they are getting shot at. All three knew that for Danny to be safe they needed to get him through that portal even without them so as they get to the portal they throw Danny in and….you get the picture.

So Danny is hurt (mentally, emotionally, physically ) and was in the Arctic which helped with the physically hurt [Thank you ice core] and he was able to stand the cold so he sleeps to heal up and recover before he thinks about what he should do next.

When he woke up he heard the sound of a young voice crying or well something close to crying so Danny followed the sound and found a very young siren crying on a piece of ice and her tail was bleeding from how the net wrapped around it it looked very painful and it would probably be impossible to swim with that so Danny unwraps the net while using his intangibility for when the little siren tried to claw at him.

After about five minutes Danny got the net off of her and when she saw that he had helped her he got this look in her eyes as she swam back to the larger siren that was watching the whole interaction with the little siren and Danny.

After a few more times of Danny helping the siren pod, two of the sirens [the mothers of the little siren girl] take Danny in as their child and protect him as such and with his new mothers they rest of the pod take him in as well and now Danny has a pod of murderous sirens who would die for him.

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•Little Facts•

•Danny acts a bit like Nezuko from demon slayer does [the sleepiness and generally being chill AF until someone he loves is in danger than he goes feral, this boy is traumatized AF :) ]

•The siren that went ape shit on the poor sea life who tried to get close to Danny is the same one who watched as Danny helped her child so she is extremely protective of him [ and her name is Naia well that’s not really her name, Danny just calls her that and she responds soo that’s her name now

•Naia’s lovers name is Una and their child is Sura, Una also views Danny as her child and Sura views Danny as a big sibling

•Sirens choose their genders so most are gender neutral or intersex unless they pick one and stick with that one

•Danny get mistaken as a nymph because he is ethereal due to the ghost thing and mix it with the siren things he learned from living with the Sirens

•The siren pod lives in a large cavern in a underwater cave system and Danny lives there too

•Siren children are kinda like outdoor cats like they have parents but the whole pod treats them like their kid and the child treats the pod as their parents

•For sirens the more you care about and love someone the more protective they get for that person

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•Appearances•

[The jewelry was a gift from his new mothers (For sirens gift giving is reserved for children and parents and lovers) and in my old post you can see what the sirens look like.

~{ And that’s it hopes you gremlins like it until next time byeeee }~

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 12- merformers AU

Word count 3.3k

Warnings: slight talk of reproduction, injuries

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The loud calls from the ocean had many of the mers excited and calling back, it was the migrating pods, excitement filled everyone as they swam. Windblade was swift towards Chromia who is very clearly pregnant, pulling her mate into a hug, her fins flared with joy. "Chromia! Look at you  radiant as ever, I've missed you so much. And the little one, they have survived oh how they've grown!" Windblade trills, her webbed hands gently caressing Chromia's swollen abdomen.

Chromia clicks and warbles happily, nuzzling against her mate. "Yes, the tides have been kind. Soon, we will welcome a new pup into our pod." Ironhide isn't far behind pulling Chromia into a hug too, excited to see her just as much as Windblade was. “We have misses you, sorry we couldn't follow the pod” 

Kup gave a small nod to Rodimus, drifting alongside the arriving pods, his fins flicking in greeting. the younger mech's called out eagerly just happy to see the older mer. "Steady, lad. No need to get yourself all worked up." Kup's gruff voice carries a note of fond amusement. "The migration's been good to us."

Ultra Magnus drifted slowly with many of the others. Making sure the smaller members of the pod could use the wading of his frame to swim closer so that they didn't waste as much energy.  He keeps a watchful eye on the younger Oceanides.

The migration has brought a surge of energy and life to the shores. Oceanides from near and far converge, their trills and clicks filling the water with the song of renewal. Full excitement takes over as Soundwave checks on Tarn excited to see his youngling who had grown so much over the years. 

Tarn calls out slowly but lets his carrier check him. " The hunting has been good, and the tides they've been kind to our pod." He explains just enjoying being back with his own small group of mers. Soundwave rumbles softly, his large fins gently caressing Tarn's frame. "I'm glad. You have grown." Tarn preens under his carrier's praise. 

Starscream mingled with the other flying fish mers seeing their own now adult pups. As he and Sunstreaker fussed over Sunstorm. "My youngling, look at you! Primus, you've grown so much. Look at you! And those fins - simply magnificent. You're going to have the whole pod chasing after you, you know." Starscream preens Sunstorm's scales with quick, deft movements.

Sunstreaker swims up, his field brimming with affection. "Leave the poor thing alone, Screamer. Let him breathe!" He nudges Starscream playfully, earning an indignant huff from the older mech. Sunstorm chirps happily, nuzzling between his sires. "I've missed you both so much. The pods have stuck together, we have had minimal losses, the ocean has been kind to us this time."

Starscream's field softens, his sharp edges melting away. "Yes, yes, we're all very proud of you. Now, have you been keeping an eye on any potential mates?" The three fall into a familiar, playful banter, the migration's excitement had nearly the whole beach swarming with Oceanides.

Elita swims proudly as she sees the pods, but her eyes land on Optimus who is back away from the group with Bumblebee clinging tightly to him in worry, the yearling pup's eyes darted around anxiously. Relief washes over Elita the moment she sees Optimus and Bumblebee, knowing that he had survived, the little pup that so many had been worried about had survived and he looked healthier than ever. But concern fills her when she doesn't see Bumblebee's carrier. 

 "Where's the carrier?" He mumbles softly, not upset but just a little grumpy at not having his human carrier while everyone greets the migration. Bumblebee seems much stronger than the very sickly pup that everyone feared for after his carrier's demise. 

Elita swims up to Optimus, she was so relieved to see them. "Optimus! It's been too long. And little Bumblebee, look at you, all grown up!" The young pup clings tightly to Optimus, his eyes darting about nervously. "Where's Bubba? I want Bubba."

Optimus rumbles soothingly, his large frame shielding the youngling. "Easy, Bumblebee. Your Bubba is safe, I promise. They will be here soon." He explains to his pup, but a soft smile breaks across his face seeing Elita. “It has been a long orn my friend,” he says while pulling her into a gentle hug. Both their fins flicking in greeting. 

Elita's brows furrow in worry. " Has something happened? And where is...?" She trails off, the unspoken question hanging between them. Optimus's eyes drop with a deep, profound grief. "...she's gone. The tides were unkind, and I..." His voice wavers, the pain still raw after all this time.

Bumblebee's eyes go wide, sensing his sire's distress. Elita surges forward, enveloping Optimus in a tight embrace. "Oh, Optimus. I'm so sorry. I had no idea..." "It's been difficult," Optimus murmurs, his frame trembling slightly. "But the humans  they've been a blessing. They've cared for Bumblebee as their own. They are the only reason he lives"

Elita's eyes widen in surprise. "A human? Caring for one of our young?" She glances over to where Bumblebee clings to Optimus, the pup's chittering and looking to the sore as if trying to find something. "It's a long story," Optimus admits. "But the human has become part of our pod. Bumblebee sees them as his carrier."

Alita nods slowly, she hadn't expected that, of all things a human had taken Bumblebee in as their own, it was almost unheard of. "I see. Forgive me, just a lot to take in. I'm just glad your pup survived,  I know how erratic you were when he was born " She offers the pup a gentle smile, her webbed hand reaching out to affectionately ruffle his fins. “I'm so happy to see you sweet little bee” 

Bumblebee leans into the touch, some of the tension easing from his small frame. Optimus's shoulders visibly relax. The migration celebration continues around them. Arcee swims up her fins, flicking excitedly. "Elita! Did you hear the news? Bluestreak has taken a human mate! Can you believe it?"

Elita-One trills in surprise. "A human? Bonding with one of our own? That is certainly...unexpected." Nearby, Ratchet grumbles as he tends to a youngling's injured fin. "Crazy younglings, always causing trouble. As if we don't have enough to worry about with the migration and all."

Ironhide rumbles in agreement, his massive frame dwarfing the smaller Oceanides around him. "Eh, let 'em learn the hard way. Bluestreak should've known better than to go sniffin' around Prime’s human."

Wheeljack swims up, his field alight with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! I wonder how they communicate, how the, uh, mating process works. We should study this development further! It could give us valuable information on cross species relationships, imagine the possibility "

Jazz darts between the gossiping pods, " primus Jackie ya been here less then a cycle and already tryin to examine em!, plus dont been Prowler trying to rip our pups gills off, the past few cycles have been tense enough "

Perceptor looks over in curiosity, his eyes gleaming with interest. "A human? The integration of a human into our society will undoubtedly present new challenges and opportunities. Perhaps Wheeljack isn't wrong in wanting to observe."

Megatron's ever imposing figure, rumbles a warning. "I wouldn't recommend it, they are not like us and prefer to keep those matters private" he states while passing by to greet more of his own pod. The chatter and debates swirl around, the Oceanides abuzz with speculation and conflicting opinions. The human has certainly stirred up a school of piranhas among the pod.

“Wait, wait you're saying Bluestreak, Bluestreak took a human as a mate!?” Brainstorm was more shocked than anything,  it wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. 

“Yes!, the human who is currently Bumblebee's adopted carrier” Jazz confirms before even more questions are thrown at the other mers. 

"Optimus, is it true that humans have taken Bumblebee as their own? And that they've been caring for our pod during the colder seasons?" Optimus nods, "Yes, Chromia. Humans have been a blessing to us all. They nursed Bumblebee back to health when he was gravely ill, and have provided food and shelter when the tides were unkind."

Ratchet grumbles as he attends to a youngling's wound. "Hmph. Normally I'd be suspicious of a human meddling in our affairs. But the ones here have earned our trust,  and I doubt anyone wants to argue with Optimus or anyone else about it. They have cured our wounds, treated us for sickness and saved Bumblebee."

Ironhide rumbles in agreement. "The little one's lookin' healthy as a turbofin. And the pod's been well-fed, even through the lean cycles. Gotta hand it to the humans, they know how to take care of us."

Wheeljack's fins are a light curiosity. "Fascinating! I must learn more about their methods, their means of communication. This could open up all sorts of possibilities for our kind! Plus the fact that one has now mated with one of ours"

A loud call from on shore has Bumblebee looking up and calling out, he knows that voice too well. Bumblebee's head snaps up at the sound, his small frame wriggling with excitement. "Bubba!" he trills, darting out of Optimus's hold. The young pup darts towards the shore, his fins propelling him with surprising speed. Chromia watches with curiosity, her field pulsing with interest.

"Bubba? Is that the human caretaker Optimus has mentioned?" she asks, turning to windblade with a questioning trill. She nods with a smile, her fins flicking with a hint of delight. "It sure is, the little bug has taken a real shine to them, and I cant blame the pup, they are all he knew for a very long time. They nearly went Prowl the other day because  him arguing made Bumblebee cry"

Bluestreak perks up hearing their voice off the shore, his fins flaring eagerly. He starts to swim towards the shore, only to be stopped by a stern look from Prowl. "Bluestreak, you will stay here. Your actions have already caused enough disruption, they are here for Bumblebee not you" Prowl rumbles, his field radiating paternal disapproval.

Megatron chuckles, his deep voice rumbling through the water as he watches the younger mer shrink at being scolded, at least this time Prowl was being civil, the best he could be. " Let the youngling be." Prowl's lip plates peel back in a reluctant snarl, but he concedes, watching as Bluestreak darts towards the shore, eager to catch a glimpse of the human.

The various Oceanides continue to observe, a mix of curiosity, protectiveness, and no small amount of speculation. Some even follow behind but not getting too close to the shore, they don't want to interrupt. Laughter escapes them as Bumblebee launches himself at the human, basically tackling them into the shallows, both of them landing in the water with the pup sat atop their chest as he eagerly chatters to them in his mix of broken words. 

" Yes, hello baby, my God you're cuddly today" they laugh. Pressing soft kisses to his forehead, the young pup's webbed paws clutching at their wetsuit. The Oceanides watch from the water, their frills and fins flickering with interest as the human and their youngling interact. Bumblebee chatters excitedly, his broken words a mix of Oceanide and the human tongue. "Bubba! Bubba, missed you! So big now, see?" He wiggles in their embrace, showing off his sharp little teeth in excitement flashing a bright toothy smile.

They chuckles, gently running their fingers through Bumblebee's frills. "I can see, look at those pearly whites." Bluestreak swims closer. He trills a soft greeting, his eyes fixed on the human. He doesn't want to interrupt Bumblebee's time with the soft one but he is happy to see them again. 

They look up, catching sight of the approaching Oceanid. They offer him a small smile, their hand gently stroking Bumblebee's back in a soothing gesture. “ Hello Angelfish,  you're not getting yourself into trouble again are you?” It earns a huff little noise from him. 

The other Oceanides watch the interaction with varying degrees of curiosity and unease. Prowl's fins are still flared, his field laced with disapproval, while Megatron rumbles a low, possessive note. And it makes most of the new arrivals realise that more than half of the pods that stayed back were rather protective if not possessive of this fleshy. 

Optimus drifts closer, He trills softly, drawing the human's attention, and gestures towards the slightly deeper water, as if inviting them to join the pod. The human's gaze moves between the Oceanides, their expression uncertain but intrigued. Bumblebee clings to them, his chirps and trills a mix of joy and contentment trying to tug them further into the water. 

"Bubba, stopped fighting!" he chirps, his broken words a mix of Oceanide and human speech. "Blu happy to see you." The young pup nuzzles against the human's side, webbed paws gently caressing their arm.

Bluestreak drifts closer, a soft purr leaving him as he floats around them just happy to be close. He warbles softly, his tone a soothing melody as he conveys his affection and gratitude to them.

They chuckle, amused by the Oceanides' behavior. " you lot finally stopped fighting huh, good dont need you all upsetting baby" they hum, their tone light and playful as they continue to play with Bumblebee’s frills. 

Bumblebee chirps excitedly, his small frame wriggling in the human's embrace. "Papa! Papa is there, Bubba!" He points a webbed paw towards the towering Oceanid. 

Optimus swims closer, a low rumble leaving him as he makes his presence known. He trills a gentle greeting, his gaze softening as he locks eyes with the human. “helo” his voice is rather scratchy but it bright a smile to their face. 

"Hello, Big blue. I'm glad to see you and the others have finally settled down. I was worried there for a bit." They explained but in all honesty they were just happy that there were no more fights. 

Bumblebee chatters away in his mixed language, eagerly translating best the little one can for Optimus. The large Oceanid rumbles in response, he's content, happy that his pup is happy, even if a small part of himself wishes he had been the one to claim them, he knew that Bluestreak was right, he had been distancing himself from them due to the season. Even now their sweet scent of them was tempting but he knew better. 

Prowl drifts closer, his fins still slightly flared. He clicks and warbles, his tone laced with a hint of frustration. Optimus raises a webbed hand, silencing Prowl with a firm look. He turns back to the human, his field radiating gratitude. He trills a soft response, his movements slow and measured but he doesn't stay at their side for long before drifting back into the deeper water, continuing to catch up with other mers. 

Bumblebee beams in delight. "Papa, happy you're here, Bubba." They are snuggling bumblebee. "That's good baby, he's not avoiding me now" They coo softly to bumblebee. Bumblebee chirps happily, rhythmic waves of the waves seem to make everything feel unreal as he snuggles closer to them. He tilts his head curiously at their words.

"Bubba... Papa?" he babbles, his small fins fluttering as he tries to piece together what he wants to say. "Papa big. Papa... there!" He gestures vaguely toward the deeper water where Optimus watches, his massive frame drifting on the gentle waves in the distance.

a warm smile graces their lips, brushing a hand over Bumblebee's head frills. "That's my clever boy," they coo softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Who's that there?" They ask while pointing at Bluestreak and then Megatron followed by a few other mers. 

Nearby, the other Oceanides continue watching the interaction with intense curiosity. Chromia swims a little closer. "They speak so gently to the pup," she murmurs to Kup, her fins flicking thoughtfully. "It's fascinating... the bond they share. I'm so glad he made it, everyone was so worried about the little pup"

Kup grumbles, though his tone is less defensive now. "Aye, I'll admit it. They're good with the little one. But it's still strange, them bein' here, part of all this."

"Papa!" Bumblebee cries, wiggling out of the human's arms to paddle toward Optimus. The little pup chirps excitedly, trying to relay what the human said. "Papa! Bubba... talk! Bubba talk you!" Optimus rumbles warmly, scooping Bumblebee up and giving the human an approving nod. His deep, resonant voice carries a sense of gratitude and calm as he gestures for the human to come closer.

As they speak, the other Oceanides linger nearby, and quietly chatter. Bluestreak, still buzzing with excitement, is surrounded by a small group of mers who pepper him with questions. 

"How did it happen?" Sunstorm asks, his fins flicking with interest, the gold flyer watches with bright eyes rather fascinated over the fleshy and the pup. "I mean, how did you choose them? Or did they choose you?"

Bluestreak flutters at the question. "It just...happened, they are very sweet, were rather reluctant due to our differences but they seem happy" he exclaims, his tone almost giddy.

Chromia tilts her head, her fins twitching curiously. "But...a flesh one? Aren’t they fragile? How do they even understand you?"

Bluestreak chuckles nervously, his fins fluttering. "Well, uh, they were teaching Rodimus, sideswipe, sunstreaker and myself.  A Lot of it is hand gestures, their language isnt hard to understand, just very hard to replicate due to our vocals. Bumblebee seems to do better with it due to him being a pup. And, uh, we’re figuring it out, you know? They’re...different. But it's a good different."

Kup grumbles from the side, his fins flicking in skepticism. "Hmph. Different is one thing. Mating with a human is somethin’ else entirely. Don’t you think you’re rushin’ into this, kid?. Why a human of all things?” 

Blurr wipes closer to watch for a moment. “Yea why a squishy of all thinks I doubt you would even fit with them” he states with a tilted head only to get slapped by Chromia. 

Bluestreak bristles slightly but doesn’t lose his enthusiasm. "It’s not about rushing, Kup. It’s about..They’re part of the pod now, and we had a theory over them. And they seem rather happy to help us, and well mating with one has helped cross some other bridges. But the other issues is our pods have been having fertility issues or not been able to carry and humans don't seem to struggle as much as us"

Nearby, Wheeljack’s fins vibrate with excitement, his field practically crackling with scientific curiosity. "So, how does it work?" he asks, his voice tinged with genuine intrigue. "The communication, the bonding—what’s it like? Have you learned anything new from them? This could be groundbreaking for relations!"

From a distance, Megatron watches the scene unfold, his imposing frame partially concealed by the shadows of the deeper water. His optics narrow slightly as he observes the human, his field carefully guarded but unmistakably focused on both them and Bumblebee. Despite his usual air of menace, there is something protective in the way he keeps his gaze fixed on them.

He didn't want to disturb them despite how his scales felt at the moment, he knows if he holds off on seeking care again he will be sedated to check his injuries. Less he gets put in isolation for the season due to his own stupidity. but for now he'd rather just rest and watch them with the pup. 

As Bumblebee chirps happily, splashing water in their direction, and Bluestreak beams under the weight of so many curious questions, the pod begins to settle into a new rhythm. Tomorrow he decides. Tomorrow he will go to the large building, and hope they could help fix the gashes and the burning from the rogue shark that had attacked him. It had made a decent meal but he can feel teeth still in his side. 

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[muzzlemouths]

Mermay day 1: Seashell

WC: 1970 // TW: n/a

It’s not every day that you have the chance to encounter something magical in the deep, blue sea. 

Sure, mermaid sightings have become more common over the years ever since their migration patterns shifted to encompass a larger part of the humble port town you call home, but their very existence continues to astound you and remains a focal point of the magic that threads through the sea. To behold such creatures might not be the once in a lifetime experience it once was, but that doesn’t make it any less special.

Today, you’ve rowed your measly, wooden skiff far into the ocean’s embrace for just that reason, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pods before they’ve all left for bluer waters, bringing with you a pair of old binoculars, a hat to keep the sun off your cheeks, and the simple pleasure of a tuna salad sandwich.

Unfortunately, it simply isn’t your day. The temptation to pack up your things and call it a day grows with every passing hour that you sit here cooking under the midday sun with nothing to show for your efforts. You had raced for the docks the moment news spread that a large pod had been spotted just north of the shore, failing to pack anything more than the essentials in your hurry to get out on the water. But now, bobbing along the ocean all on your lonesome, you’re starting to feel a little foolish about it all. If things continue as they are, your only reward will be a sunburn and a firm kick to the pride.

Reminding yourself that patience is a virtue, your binoculars are set aside and the search for fins briefly halted in favor of tucking into your lunch. There is nothing in the world you trust more in this moment than the healing properties of hardboiled egg, sour pickle, and cold fish slathered in way too much mayo. It hits the spot like nothing else on a day like today, when the breeze is salty and the temperature is just right. If nothing else, coming out here today was worth it for the enrichment alone. You really need to get out of the house more often.

A quiet knock, calcium on wood, interrupts your meal. Tuna escapes from the side of your mouth in a thick glop and lands on your thigh as you twist around to face the noise, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

It isn’t unusual to welcome visitors, even — if not especially —out in the ocean. Everything from seagulls to sea lions will come over looking for a bite if you so much as smell like you’re hoarding food in your pockets, so it’s fairly surprising when you’re greeted by nothing but the appearance of a small, beige shell.

It’s a pretty little thing. Off-white in color with tapered claws and a narrow body. You don’t often find murex shells on your walks along the beach, especially not in this perfect of condition, so its existence is, on its own, a pinch confounding. Odder, still, it appeared in your boat seemingly out of nowhere, and still wet from the ocean, to boot, as though it had simply hopped inside for a free ride back to shore.

Your sandwich is easily forgotten, set aside so you can look the shell over with both hands. It really is beautiful, as all shells are. That said, there’s really nothing special about it aside from how perfectly intact it is, and for that reason alone you decide it would be better appreciated by a creature that can actually make use of it, seeing as you’re much too large to fit in the abode yourself.

With little more than a casual shrug the shell is unceremoniously tossed back into the sea.

Seeing fit to return to your sandwich, you wipe the salt from your hands and turn back around — where a stranger awaits, wide eyed and looking impossibly disheartened.

The mermaid’s presence alone startles you backwards. These creatures are the very reason behind your expedition today, sure, but never before have you seen one so up close and personal; especially not one of this size.

With a rounded head, squared shoulders, and a back fin stretching further than your entire upper half, you can only imagine that the rest of him, obscured below the chest, dwarfs you entirely. He is strangely painted for a creature of the sea. A sunshine yellow body with brilliant gold accents meeting sharp cherry red, frilled neck fins bursting with the color. A fan of sunbleached fins circles his face, lazily draping over his shoulders and dripping saltwater down his torso.

For such an enormous creature, one might expect him to look quite vicious, but that isn’t the case. If anything, he looks entirely dejected, frowning at you like a puppy that’s just been kicked to the side of the road.

“Oh, um…hello…” The words dribble from your mouth like breadcrumbs, soft and nearly unheard. Your stomach twists uncomfortably as the oversized fish before you continues to do nothing but stare in your direction. 

You can’t deny the stars in your eyes (the opportunity to see a mermaid in such close detail inevitably has you beaming with excitement) but your gut reminds you that mermaids, much like any other sharp toothed creature that rules the deep, are more than capable of making you into their version of a tuna sandwich. You have to tread carefully.

“Are you out here on your own?” You ask, fully expecting to be ignored. “There’s normally more of you…you know, traveling in pods, and such. I mean, it’s unusual to see one of you all by yourself, but not impossible, it’s been recorded befo—”

Either your nerdy ramblings bore him, or, more realistically, he didn’t actually understand a word of what you just said, because he disappears beneath the waves again before you manage to finish the thought. Rude.

Sighing, you resign yourself to the notion that the special moment is already over with quick as it came. You should head back to shore before the sun threatens to pierce a hole through your flimsy hat, anyway. No point in pushing your luck.

You’ve barely curled your hand around the oar when your boat pitches back back back, where a second mermaid dips the stern into the ocean like a chip takes to salsa, having already shimmied its body halfway into your boat and wrapped its cavernous mouth around what remains of your tuna salad sandwich.

“H—Hey!”

You are clumsy as a fish out of water yourself as you attempt to save your lunch, but this new mermaid, blue as the ocean itself, is quicker. Quick enough to slide over the side of your boat like a slinky coming down the stairs, taking your beloved sandwich with him.

The resulting turbulence throws you to your back, then eases, waves calming ever briefly as your boat is allowed to settle for all of a blink before the bow side heaves into the ocean, taking in water fast as the first mermaid awkwardly scrambles its way up and into your boat. Gills flaring, tail thrashing, he shimmies into the small vehicle like a sea lion attempting to get its footing (finning?) on a slippery rock, until he finally manages to fit all of himself inside. Barely. How your boat doesn’t sink from the weight outright, you don’t know.

Your hands fly up and away from the creature as he makes himself at home here, curling in a big, cozy circle (seemingly unaware of or apathetic to the damage he is doing to your only source of transportation in the process) until finally he comes to a stop before you. Then and only then does a noise stir from his throat. Something wet, something ugly… the sound of a cat about to hack up the world’s nastiest hairball.

And hack he does, undulating at the throat and dry heaving for ten impossibly long seconds until out falls a shell, then two, then four, then twelve, all landing directly in your lap and covered in a thick layer of mucus, cozied up beside the stripped corpses of his breakfast. How thoughtful!

It takes more strength than you’re willing to admit just to tear your eyes away from the mess, and when you finally do, finding the mermaid’s eyes once again, it’s to the sight of him beaming proudly. Ear to — er, fin to fin. 

You try to smother the disgust before it reaches your expression. Really, you do. But it must show on your face regardless, because his smile crumbles into a look of abject devastation, and in fact, he looks outright inconsolable over your evident lack of appreciation for his gifts.

“No, no, it’s okay!” It’s a battle and a half to keep yourself from gagging as you pluck one of the shells — a vibrant orange conch — from the pile, and bring it up to your face for a better look, breathing through your mouth all the while so you don’t inhale the stench of half digested fish. “This one is pretty neat,” you tell him. It’s not even a lie, really. The shell is ringed to a sharpened point, its inside smooth under your thumb and brushed with shades of rainbow sherbet, making for quite the looker.

The mucus is done away with easily enough with a few dunks in the ocean, then dried with the hem of your shirt. It is then tucked into your pocket, weighing no more than a stone, and with that you turn back to the mermaid who waits, expectantly, for your final judgement. All it takes is a smile for him to flash his own set of pearly whites, all worries forgotten the moment he understands that you’ve finally accepted the gift.

His body tucks against yours like an oversized dog looking for pets, purring against your jugular and spreading oily residue across your cheeks, and drenching your clothes, tail thrashing with excitement. It would be cute if not for the fact that your white knuckled grip on the gunwale is the only thing preventing him from outright knocking you from the boat and into the awaiting ocean.

An impatient growl interrupts your chances of being flattened like a bug against the port. It’s the only thing that manages to pry the mermaid off of you, and even then, he does so with visible reluctance, complaining to the awaiting blue mer with agitated clicks of his tongue.

Even so, he finds the time to nuzzle against your chest (that is, bulldozer into it) one last time before slinking out of your boat with relative ease, leaving you be at last.

With his offerings accepted and joy restored, he spares one last look your way, head popping above the surface and arm following soon after to depart with an eager wave, then he disappears beneath the water for good. Your sandwich thief follows close behind, hardly acknowledging you with more than an agitated grunt before he, too, dives out of view, and that’s that.

Your body slumps, heavy with exhaustion, against the only part of your boat that doesn’t look like it will give out at any minute. Tepid water laps at your ankles, made cloudy by the gut flora encircling the pile of shells they left behind. You’re never going to get this smell out of your clothes.

Despite everything that occurred, you can’t find it in yourself to complain. You have one hell of a story to tell, and a beautiful shell to remember them by until next year rolls around when maybe, just maybe, you might see them again.

One thing is for sure: the next time you set out in search of mermaids, you’ll bring enough tuna for two.

[adragonthatwrites]

Dr. Shen's Log, Part 11

Dr. Shen Jiu, Head of Research at Cang Qiong Facilities. Date, 6, 7, 2024.

Following the success of Gongyi Xiao and his team’s dive, ‘Yue Qingyuan’ has been deemed safe for direct researcher interaction. An examination has thusly been scheduled. It will be conducted by myself, Dr. Shang Qinghua, as well as four assistant researchers and two visiting researchers from Huan Hua Palace.

We’ve maintained a relatively close distance to Yue Qingyuan along his migration route. He appears to be making his way towards warmer coastal waters. Dr. Shang claims this is normal, and that he’s likely approaching the mating waters of his species; though he has noted Yue Qingyuan is oddly behind schedule, and doesn’t appear to be making any efforts to contact a potential mate.

Regardless, he’s maintained a steady course thus far, swimming near the surface, and this has allowed us to reliably track him. We should be able to bring our vessels up beside him and coax him to pause long enough to conduct an examination.

We will be approaching him in a few hours. I will update once the examination has been completed.

-

We approached Yue Qingyuan using two small boats detached from the stern of Xuan Su. Yue Qingyuan had been sighted from the bridge of Xuan Su, swimming close to the surface, and it was decided the best form of approach would be in smaller, maneuverable vessels that could be pulled up alongside him. I myself felt skeptical of the idea, but admittedly attempting to approach the mer in a ship of Xuan Su’s size would be unpractical.

Shortly after detaching from Xuan Su and moving out ahead of it, Yue Qingyuan reduced his speed and began swimming along the surface; his wake and dorsal fin could be sighted above the waterline.

Our boats pulled up along either side of him. I will admit I was somewhat apprehensive over the entire matter; the mer’s length was nearly equal to that of our vessels, and with less than two meters between where I stood on the deck and the waterline, his size was much more evident. It is… a different thing entirely, seeing a Leviathan Class mer in the flesh, as opposed to observing them through the camera of a pod.

Regardless of my reservations, we pulled up alongside ‘Yue Qingyuan’ and stalled our engines. The mer stopped swimming and moved into an upright position, his head and shoulders just above the waterline. He observed both vessels as they came alongside him, seeming almost… curious.

Dr. Shang was able to quickly get his attention from the deck and establish communication using a suit outfitted with remote controlled lights located around the shoulders, chest and down the sides. Dr. Shang designed it himself, though he apparently laments his inability to accurately mimic the patterns located on the lower portion of a mer’s tail. Evidently human legs cannot capture “the correct shape”.

Dr. Shang first greeted the mer and explained us to be ‘the human voice’, followed by introducing himself and I using the rough translations of our names he originally gave the mer using Alpherg. Dr. Shang had some trouble interpreting ‘Yue Qingyuan’s’ responses, as a large portion of his bioluminescent markings were beneath the water and thus out of his view, though he was able to deduce the mer had expressed excitement at meeting us, and wanted to know why we’d approached him.

Dr. Shang spent a great deal of time communicating with ‘Yue Qingyuan’, a lot of which I consider unnecessary and frivolous, especially considering how difficult it can be with our limited resources in the field. Dr. Shang, while I will admit a genius of mer to human communication, can only convey so much of the language while standing on the deck of a ship in a vest covered in glorified Christmas lights and unable to see the majority of the mer he’s talking with.

Regardless of that, Dr. Shang took the time to express to ‘Yue Qingyuan’ each of our names, and explain that we are humans attempting to learn about mers; specifically mers of his species; in hopes of establishing better communication between them and ourselves. He did not go into detail regarding our intentions to assist in the conservation of his species, though only because he presently had inadequate means to express such concepts to the mer.

‘Yue Qingyuan’ expressed curiosity towards our goal, and according to Dr. Shang was very amiable towards co-operating and communicating with us. Dr. Shang also, apparently, took the time to express to the mer that he was the largest of his kind we’d ever seen, and we were very impressed by this fact.

I find ‘Yue Qingyuan’s’ response deeply concerning. Dr. Shang is unsure if the translation is exact, but he believes the mer to have said something along the lines of himself not being the largest mer living, along with something regarding the deep sea. We were unable to pursue this line of conversation due to the restrictions on what Dr. Shang could interpret; half the markings associated with making the patterns that convey nouns are located too far down on ‘Yue Qingyuan’s’ tail for him to see from the surface. We left the topic alone for the time being.

At my prompting Dr. Shang finally explained to the mer why exactly we were even there; we wished to enter the water with him and conduct a full examination of his body. ‘Yue Qingyuan’ inquired about the exam we performed previously, and Dr. Shang was able to explain we wished to perform something more in depth and up close, whilst actually in the water with him.

He took the liberty of asking the mer if it would be acceptable for me to examine his gills and mouth. I had expressed, previously, my frustration with being unable to fully examine these areas on the mer in our previous study, and apparently the man took that as his que to ask the mer permission on my behalf.

I expressed my displeasure with this liberty, but ‘Yue Qingyuan’ responded to the inquiry positively. I was able to recognize the basic sign for ‘yes’ without Dr. Shang’s assistance, I would like to add. I will be speaking with Dr. Shang about his liberties at a later date, but elected not to ignore the opportunity presented to me.

We suited up and entered the water one at time, with Dr. Shang entering first and myself second. Dr. Shang swam around towards the mer’s front with a more simplistic light display that could be held and used underwater. He explained rudimentary approximations of what we were doing to the mer as the rest of the team approached, in the hopes of ensuring ‘Yue Qingyuan’ did not become alarmed or hostile in response to our work.

I hesitated, for a moment, to approach the mer proper, I will admit. I have entered tanks with small, coastal mers before, and conducted examinations of every conceivable part of their bodies. I have removed parasites, assisted in dental work and treated infected scales. I have utmost confidence in my ability to examine the mer without causing discomfort or harm, despite this being my first time overlooking a Leviathan class.

Still. Almost all mer species are larger than humans. Many of the coastal mers I’ve examined were nearing twice my size, and it was humbling being so close to them. Approaching this mer, coming up beside him after he’d submerged himself to observe me and the team as we swam up to him, was a new kind of experience. His torso alone nearly matched my body in size.

It had been decided previously that I would be the only researcher to do any form of invasive touching on the mer. I have the most experience and would be taking responsibility for any potential negative reactions from ‘Yue Qingyuan’.

We began the examination with a brief swim around to observe and take further note of ‘Yue Qingyuan’s’ coloration, body shape, tail size and dorsal fins. He bears an appearance not unlike that of a fully grown orca, though his body is slightly longer and leaner in shape, with a broader dorsal fin and wider pectoral fins. His fluke is very similar in shape to a male orca.

He is mostly black in color, with a white saddle patch and largely white underbelly, and hints of flank patches just above the fluke. His upper, human-like torso starts deep back near the base, before fading into a soft gray around the abdominal region and finally into a grayish tanned skin-color around his shoulders. He has a black saddle-patch around his humanoid back, and over each of his shoulders.

His hair is black and reaches past his hips to approximately one foot above his dorsal fin. His eyes are an incredibly dark brown, and he has the wide pupils characteristic of deep-sea diving mers. There is some sclera; which is white; visible, though less than would be visible on a human.

After our initial visual observation, the other researchers began the work of more thoroughly measuring and documenting ‘Yue Qingyuan’s’ external features, while I approached him from the front to begin an oral examination. Dr. Shang explained to the mer my intentions, and Yue Qingyuan’s responded with a display I could not understand, but recognized as non-hostile. I looked to Dr. Shang and he provided me a thumbs up, so I proceeded.

‘Yue Qingyuan’ was a very amiable mer, all things considered. Very mellow. Though he did often glance towards Dr. Shang, who frequently sent him messages of assurance and non-threat, and the mer couldn’t be described as fully relaxed. Though if anything this fact made me feel more secure; it’s considerably easier to read a mer when they react to what you’re doing to them.

‘Yue Qingyuan’s’ teeth are typical of a mer; where a human’s incisors would be are located teeth flat near the base that taper to a pointed end, not unlike those of a great white shark, with two sets of canines twice the relative length of a humans, a set of sharpened pre-molars, and finally a row of interlocking molars in the back, sharper than a human’s but flat enough to grind food. I can easily place this mer in the class that chews his food before swallowing, as opposed to swallowing entire chunks whole.

I measured the length and width of each of his teeth and took several reference photos before moving on to my gill examination. ‘Yue Qingyuan’ expressed some alarm at first, shifting away slightly when I placed my palm against the outer protective flap to show my intentions. I at first intended to move away and abandon that part of the examination, though after Dr. Shang spoke with the mer for a moment he gave me another thumbs up.

I was somewhat skeptical at that point, but proceeded regardless. ‘Yue Qingyuan’ possesses both Cervical and Coasting gills, located on his neck and just above his ribcage behind his arms, respectively. I began with his Cervical.

I was able to use to my fingers to coax them open and examine the insides, checking for discoloration or parasites before measuring and taking additional photos. ‘Yue Qingyuan’ has very healthy gills, though I noted what appeared to be a parasite clinging inside of his left Cervical Gill. I was able to pull the gill far enough open to fit my free hand inside, at which point I was able to grasp it and remove it. I called one of the assistant researchers over and had them contain it for later study.

Examination of ‘Yue Qingyuan’s’ Coasting Gills revealed no obvious signs of health issues or parasites, and I quickly examined and took measurements of them both.

By this time we’d been prodding at the mer for near two hours and he was obviously growing apprehensive, so I confirmed the assistants had concluded their research and finished our examination there.

Dr. Shang took the time as we exited the water to thank the mer and exchange another, thankfully brief, dialogue with him. He also informed ‘Yue Qingyuan’ that we would likely wish to do another in close examination of him, possibly a more invasive one to search for additional parasites or possible health concerns.

After he’d returned to the deck, he informed me that ‘Yue Qingyuan’ had expressed gratitude for my removal of the parasite. Dr. Shang claimed he would be amiable to another examination, and then asked me if I planned to check the mer’s reproductive organs the next time. I informed him he could spend the ride back Xuan Su on the other boat, and pushed him off the deck.

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[allfortheslay25]

How does andrew figure out Neil is hardcore flirting with him with all the circling lol

Eventually, when Andrew is helping Kevin migrate Jean into Jeremy’s pod, Jean makes a comment that catches his interest. He tells Kevin, “Do you expect me to flash my fins and circle him like a common tart?” This causes Kevin to fluster and squabble with Jean. It’s at that moment Andrew’s brain is loading and he overhears Jean complain about it being desperate and provocative behavior

Andrew only tests his incoming theories by goading Jean and feigning ignorance. He tells Jean to flirt with Jeremy because he might be easy which in turn upsets Kevin. The two tag team Andrew with verbal complaints about them being above fin flashing and mating rituals and how Jeremy wouldn’t dare.

This all of course confirms all of Neil’s weird behavior to Andrew who in turn, realizes all his many missed chances to get freaky with Neil ☝️

[noa-nightingale]

Finally had the time and energy to write a list about ep 55 of Pod Watcher (055: We Talk About The Past Year), so here are some things mentioned in that video about the WatcherTV announcement.

Steven said deciding to paywall most of their new content was one of the worst decisions they ever made.

Ryan said they hoped it would make the company more sustainable and they would be able to support their staff members, and that was the primary reason for the decision. He said after realizing what a mistake they had made, they tried to find a better solution that was "more inclusive of all the folks that have helped get us to this point" (i.e. their audience/fans).

Shane acknowledged that people don't react this passionately to things they don't care about.

Shane said some comments went over the line.

Steven said their viewers have to be at the heart of their content.

The shows they make on Watcher are a lot cheaper than the shows they made on Buzzfeed. Buzzfeed Unsolved had more people on staff than their entire company currently has.

Ryan said there was a lot of shame around having made a mistake and having hurt people. He talked about questioning his self-image. He said it took time to grapple with it and that's one of the reasons it has taken so long for them to talk about everything.

They are still figuring out how to make their company and the things they do sustainable.

They took a look at their shows to figure out what is the heart and core of them and what is not necessary (and where costs could be reduced).

Making Travel Season was cheaper than Puppet History and Ghost Files. (And Shane mentioned he saw people weaponizing Steven's ~gold eating~ - I want to mention this specifically because I am still angry about those comments.)

They dropped the "TV caliber content". Steven said this thing that was meant as a positive thing in the beginning became how to reach an imaginary bar that did not actually matter. He says the new bar is how to connect to and inspire their viewers, to be curious and do things they love and care about.

Ryan talked about the ego involved in wanting to push things further and making "TV caliber content" and said that the aftermath of the streamer announcement was an opportunity to refocus on what is actually important.

Steven said he asked around the company what their employees think about Watcher and the word that came up a lot was curiosity - they all care about curiosity and exploration.

Ryan said that sometimes you get misguided and need a smack on the head to get back on track - he said that the reaction to the streamer announcement was the biggest smack on the head he'd ever gotten and that he is grateful for it.

Steven apologized (again) for saying that anyone can afford $6 and that is was insensitive of him. Shane clarified that it was a thing they all released and that there was a lot of scapegoating on Steven.

They did not want to take the Goodbye Youtube down until they had the conversation and without unpacking everything. They want to take it down because it has info in it that is not true anymore. It's not about running away from it.

Steven thanked people for giving constructive criticism.

They talked about the future (very exciting!) and that they looked at what people want to see (which fortunately is also what they themselves want to make).

There will be more Ghost Files and more Mystery Files in 2025.

The channel will lean more into the paranormal, the mystery, the spooky.

Puppet History is coming back!

The food content will be moved to a new home (a new youtube channel). It will still be under Watcher's umbrella.

There will be bonus content on the streamer, including experimental things, new things, exlusive stuff (and Evidence Room lol). The videos will be there one month early and ad-free.

Watcher's discord got migrated over from patreon - if you have access to the streamer, you also have access to the discord.

Kudos to Matty for occasionally interjecting and asking important questions and guiding the conversation.

I tried to keep this short but there was a lot. I still highly recommend watching the entire video. It is not only very introspective but also a fascinating look into the Behind the Scenes at Watcher.

I watched the entire podcast episode again and while I love listening to Steven, Ryan and Shane, it was a bit emotionally draining. Would appreciate a few reblogs. :)

Thanks for reading! <3

[christronomy]

whalesong // lee minho

genre: soft smut

cw: not anything too fancy. non idol/fantasy au, smoking, swearing, sex.

an: wow. i haven’t written anything or even logged into this account in ages. but i was slightly inspired by bioshock and and heavily inspired by these art pieces (above) that i found. so i decided to write about flying jellyfish that can feel and baby whales in the sky lol. but also because i recently saw skz live i felt more compelled to write to help myself fight that pcd. it’s hitting like crazy. 🥲 anyways. enjoy. muah

the neon signs lit up the road in pink and purple hues, bioluminescent jellyfish floated silently across the sky above the skyscrapers. you gazed at the peaceful creatures for a while as you waited for minho to exit the restaurant, the light pat pat of him searching his jeans for his lighter capturing your attention, pulling your eyes downward.

“can’t find my fucking lighter…” he mutters to himself, cigarette slotted between his teeth. you giggle, placing your hand on his shoulder and pulling out the extra you always carry with you, lighting the end of his cigarette with the pink flame. he pauses as soon as you touch him, gazing at your face as if caught in a trance, and your eyes reciprocate the same intensity in his. it’s his silent way of saying “thank you.”

the night was pretty quiet, the buzzing sounds from the signs cutting through the silence in the streets. it was a festival night, so most people were on the other side of town or chose to stay in. “let’s go for a walk,” minho had said. he liked it better when the streets were this empty. he could smoke in peace, and you didn’t have to worry about getting overwhelmed in the crowds.

the two of you don’t go home right away after your night walk though, instead opting for sitting on the roof of your apartment building to gaze at the stars together. the sky whales sing in the distance, their vibrations causing a slight disturbance in the air, but the sound is comforting for this time of night, and the smell of nicotine wafts your nose as minho sits next to you, wrapping the side of his large jacket around you and gently pulling you close.

“what’s on your mind?” he asks softly, kissing your temple, as you gaze upward at the sky, catching a glimpse of a jellyfish disappearing into a large cloud overhead. you shrug.

“jellyfish migration is heavy around this time of year. they can’t even fly aircraft because of it. i wonder if they hate the festivals too.”

he chuckles at that, kissing your cheek softly. “well... maybe if they had ears to hear everything...” he starts, but you give him a sideways glance, poking his chest. “hey… they can feel the vibrations... maybe it just bothers them,” you insist, and he gives you one of his rare smiles, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

you’re cute when you overthink simple things like this. but you care so much about animals—even simple creatures like jellyfish, who don’t even have a concept of what it’s like to be conscious the same way you do. it makes him love you a little more every time. you lean your head against his chest, eyes glued to the sky, and he gently strokes your head. the long silence between you is comfortable.

he looks at the sky along with you, pointing out a small pod, floating through the distant clouds. “they have a calf, can you see it?” he queries, and you gasp when you notice the smaller creature floating alongside its parents, seemingly struggling to catch up every few moments, its whines and clicks almost sounding like a child who’s pouting. it’s your first time seeing a baby, especially at this time of night.

“i wonder if that’ll be us one day,” you say softly, the confession sudden, and minho looks down at you even though he knows you can't see him, a hint of surprise crossing his usually stoic features. “you want a family?” he asks, as casually as he can muster, and he can feel your nodding against his chest. “maybe one day. but i think i only want one kid.”

minho pulls out another cigarette, and you give him your lighter, letting him light it himself this time, the nicotine stinging your nostrils in a pleasant way. “just one, huh...” he whispers. he never thought about having a family until he met you. the thought started lingering in the back of his mind and never left, and now that you mentioned it, he realized it started slowly creeping it's way into his everyday thoughts. he wondered if he was going crazy or if he’d really seen multiple advertisements for baby products in the same day, or overheard that a couple had gotten married and started a family of their own. marriage, children... he never thought about those types of things, but with you... he realized wouldn’t mind the idea.

“maybe one day…” you said, sitting up from where you leaned against his chest to look at him, and he looks back at you, nodding silently in agreement. maybe one day soon, he thinks. his mind drifted from baby whales to the idea of putting a baby in you in a matter of seconds, and he thought maybe that wouldn't be so bad. he’d always thought you would make an amazing mother. the night sky reflects in your eyes as he looks into them intently.

somehow, in the midst of your little staring contest, your lips ended up crashing into each other’s, the cool night air somehow became hotter, and you shivered as it washed over your now bare skin. “is this okay?” he asks softly, his baggy clothes now placed under your body on the floor of the roof, offering a light barrier between your soft, supple skin and the hard, rough concrete. you nod, a soft giggle escaping your throat, legs hooked onto his waist as he gently sheaths himself inside you.

you gasp when he bottoms out, his shallow thrusts already making that delicious tension coil up in your lower abdomen, your bottom lip reddened and puffy from his rough kisses and from being bitten. you’re always so sensitive like this, so easily turned on, your velvety warmth so eager to take him in every time. he might just put a baby in you right here, just like you said you wanted. you could be your own pod, your own family. the family he realized he’s always wanted, needed.

growing up, he would often think the whale’s songs were always the prettiest, most comforting sound. but now he has you—he has your voice, your laugh, your humming in the evening when you’re finishing up your skincare routine, or in the morning when you’re making breakfast, your talking when you mindlessly go on about things like how jellyfish have thoughts and feelings “in their own way,” your moans, like how you’re moaning for him right now. he would tell you to quiet down a little, but he doesn't care about that tonight.

he’s delighted when you wrap your legs around his waist when he tells you he's close, not fighting it this time, instead pushing deeper into you when he finally comes with a ragged gasp, pressing his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss, drinking in your sweet moans and sighs, his favorite song ever. children... marriage... a family... he definitely doesn’t mind the idea.

[isabeauwolf]

Merman Law x reader 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 4: Rest

One of the many curses of being a member of your family was your sense of curiosity and adventure.

The fact that Law, a merman existed didn't frighten you.

No, it only fed your curiosity. The burning and selfish curiosity of wanting to look at the rest of his human form, now that he was fully clothed.

Licking your dry lips, sneaking a glance over your shoulder again. His back was still turned. Your eyes trailed from the top of his unruly inky black tresses, down his broad shoulders, his tall and lanky frame, the hint of muscle and his slime waist and his long legs in those light blue, black spotted jeans. Tilting your head you noticed that his ass was flat? Oh well, even if his backside was as flat as a flapjack that didn't stop you from admiring him to your hearts content.

The tattoos that littered his arms and peaked out from underneath his white tank top, or his inked fingers. It certainly added more to his attractive and hotness factor. The longer you ogled him the more questions you had swirling around in your head.

What was their story? Was it an ancient custom similar to the days of old when a warrior earned their mark of adulthood after winning their first battle? Or did he want to look cool and mysterious? Emo and badass? Both?

He said he was a pirate. A merman pirate, a Captain of The Heart Pirates. His crew, his pod matés. He said some were merfolk and some were human. Proving that he didn't discriminate.

Law's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "Are you done changing?"

You grew heavily flustered. "Not yet, one second." Oops. Shaking your head, feeling your whole body heat up with embracement.

Of course, Law had better stuff to do than stand around all day and let you admire him and ogle him like some Greek God statue! Oh, if Nami and Robin knew they'd tease you to no end! The pair of women, your fellow female crewmates knew you found men attractive, but for some reason you weren't attracted to anybody, which was odd. Marine or Pirate, nobody seemed to catch your fancy.

A similar and uncanny trait you shared with Luffy. So what in the world made Law, a merman any different? Well, besides the obvious difference in species. It didn't bother you. Luffy mentioned the gang going to Sabaody and Fishmen Island, you met Hachi and Cami, fishmen weren't anything new. You had seen mermaids, but... this was the first time you saw a live merman.

It made you wonder, if they were rare? Or had migrated to one of the other blues? Law and his pod came from The North Blue, one of the colder vast parts of The Grandline, if you remembered what Nami said.

Still many unanswered questions.

Fully dried and dressed in your borrowed clothes, you turned to face Law. "Okay, I'm dressed." The yellow and black hoodie had what you assumed was his jolly roger on it, it was soft and well worn. Must be one of his favorites? You thought.

Law twirled on his heels and your breath stilled in your lungs. To say your mysterious Merman savior was devilishly handsome before was an understatement. You noticed he had his Jolly Roger tattooed on his chest, along with more inky black swirls and patterns that you couldn't make out. What you could appeared to be heart shaped?

There was faint old wound or a scar on his arm as if it has been cut off and reattached? The scar tissue was paler than the rest of his body. It proved that he was a warrior of the sea and a survivor.

Glancing around the room once more. There are stacks and stacks of book, old and new. Oh, Robin would love it here. You giggle and grin to yourself. And me too!

A library under water? Who wouldn't love it!

Law broke the silence first, stepping closer towards you and then around you. "Feel free to look around." Law says. "I'll go fetch my med kit."

"Wait? There's more?" You ask in interest, following his retreating figure.

Law left his lips twitch. "Yes." He half turns. "This is my room." Nodded his head towards the bed. "You can relax on the bed, if you'd like." Fully stepped outside the room and down the hallway without glancing back. "Need to make sure you aren't injured too badly." He mutters to himself, underneath his breath.

You take a step forward, then pause. "Wait? Are you a merman, pirate captain doctor?"

Law paused, backtracking to meet your eyes. "What gave it away?" He raised a brow, lips quirking a tad. Seems his mate was reckless and overly curious, not that he had any right to judge after how you two ended up here.

Oh shit, that sounded way better inside your head. "I-" You falter, mouth opening and closing, trying to finish your sentence as he waited, listening. "I didn't mean to offend you." You blush even harder. "I'm sorry."

"Not at all." Law reassured you. "I imagine it's all new for you and unsettling. Getting caught in a storm, falling overboard, nearly drowning and dying on top of meeting a merman." He listed off, summarizing the events that led you two here. "Being dragged away from your crew and into my home." He paused, brows furrowing.

Well, he's certainly blunt and to the point.

Were you seeing things or did he look.... guilty somehow? Why? He saved your life. You should be the one who's awkward, floundering and traumatized.

"It's alright." You spoke, raising a hand to play with one of the strings on his hoodie. "We're both pirates." You shrug, playing it off with ease. "We face life and death every day, don't we?" You muttered, meeting his liquid silvers again. "Besides you being a doctor saves time calling for one, right?"

"True." Law admitted, nodded his head and continuing forward. "I'll be right back." Law won't admit it, but you were taking things surprisingly well. Most humans who faced near death experiences, let alone drowning or saw things they didn't see every day would be freaking out. He wondered, if you were hiding your true feelings or if he was lucky to have a partner who was calm under pressure? A blessing in disguise. Guess, only time will tell.

You raised you hand and waved. "I'll be here." You inwardly sigh and slouch, spinning slowly and walking towards his bed. It looked soft and inviting, you noticed the same color black and yellow spotted patterns on the thick blanket. Huh? Does he like spotted prints and patterns? You tilt you head and shrug, wiping your feet on the furry green rug and drying them before crawling into his bed. You groaned as soon as your body hit the mattress.

"Damn, this is soft." You close your eyes, snuggling further into the softest mattress and pillows you swear you've ever laid on. "I'm jealous." You mumble to yourself, feeling your body aches catching up. "Ow." You reopen your eyes, blinking and closing them. "Getting sleepy." You rub your eyes and yawn. "Maybe I should take some z's?" Another weird family habit was being able to sleep anywhere and everywhere, given your brothers and grandpa's ability to fall asleep while eating. "Hope Law doesn't mind?" Rolling onto your back, staring at the rocky ceiling as your eyes closed, your breath evened, and you slept within a matter of seconds.

Law quickly returned.

"I need to assess anywhere you might have gotten hurt while being thrown overboard." Law explained, coming back with a med kid in hand, and a stethoscope around his neck.

Instead of answer, he heard snoring. He glanced up from digging inside his medical bag, then his gaze softened. Oh.

Law continues further into the room, setting his equipment down on top of his work desk, grabbing a blanket, covering you and whispering. "Good night, my songstress." Hesitantly, he reached out and brushed a lock of your hair out of your face. The simplest of touches seemed to make his skin tingle and ignite as he shivered, his heartbeat skipped a beat, and he released a shuddering exhale. Oh boy. If his body was already this sensitive to your touch, what was he going to do when he had to fully examine you and touch you?

Law straightened, drinking in the sight of you wearing his clothes. Sleeping in his bed and finally in your shared nest. He was pleased, it felt right. Felt as if a missing puzzle piece had finally filled the void within his broken and beating heart.

The need to hold you in his arms, brush his lips against your skin, slowly, ever so slowly, Law felt himself lower and draw closer, his body moving on autopilot as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. His hands tightening and fisting the blankets, even as his full weight adding to yours on the bed, you didn't stir. Swallowing thickly, closing his eyes and shaking himself, reopening his eyes as his gaze lowered to your pump and kissable looking mouth.

Law breathed in your scent. The salt of the sea still clinging onto your skin as well as his mixing with your own. A rumbling purr of content left his chest, causing the doctor's face to blush a deep shade of red, backing away slowly, raising an inked hand covering his mouth and jaw.

He needed to calm down. He didn't want to scare you or make you hate him. No, never you.

Law strolled towards his work desk, sitting down and sighed. Closing his eyes again, running his hands through his hair. "God, this is as intense and soul altering as Cora-san said it would be." He muttered to himself, remembering when his adoptive father had found his own fated female thirteen years ago. Sinking further into his work chair, groaning in frustration and exasperation, he knew the blonde giant would be over the moon and happy for Law.

He could already picture the towering, grinning idiot giving him a smug smirk now. Bragging, a series of "I told you so's." The giant merman mentioned when he first started courting his female that when Law become of age, when he found his destined mate, he'd know.

Opening his eyes, immediately shifting onto your sleeping figure. He chuckled to himself noticing you had kicked off the blanket and your body had scooted down, and your limbs spread wide, resembling a starfish. He swears he heard you mutter the word, "meat?"

Well, looks like you would be hungry after you awaken.

Law swirled around in his chair, leaned forward, grabbing a pen and piece of paper, resting his elbow on the armrest, palm of his hand holding his chin, index finger tapping the side of his cheek. "If the enormous appetites StrawHat, Fire Fist and The Dragon Emperor are known for is true..." he mumbled to himself, writing down what he had stocked in the fridge and pantries. "Then I imagine their sister and my mate will need a lot of nourishment." His gaze shifts towards his hidden safe, filled with stolen treasure and loot or what lost jewels and gold he'd found in sunken pirate ships laying on the sea floor.

Not to brag, but The Heart Pirates had gathered a vast amount of wealth along their journey, not including what he had back home. "Let's hope my female doesn't have a queens spending habit on top of her hearty appetite." He hummed, scribbling down necessities you might need.

You couldn't keep wearing the same clothes. You could borrow his, he'd like it very much. Sneaking his clothes back after you had worn it and covering himself in your scent.

Law's eyes widened, feeling his cheeks grow hotter as his grip tightened on his pen as he glared down at the list. "Keep it together Law." His gaze softened, shifting to your form once more. "You've come this far." The Merman sighed. Placing his pen down and ran a hand down his face. "Can't lose her. Not after finally finding her."

----- End of Chapter 4 ----

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[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

My biggest piece of life advice is that life sucks ass if you don’t travel. Like I know it sounds basic but it’s TRUE just get out of the place you were born and raised in and suddenly life looks so much brighter.

Humans are nomadic explorers who migrated in wintertime to warmer climates and scoured the earth for hospitable areas. We aren’t meant to be trapped like rats in a cage working and living in small ugly little pods for rich bankers this isn’t what God wanted for us!

Every great prophet roamed across vast deserts and valleys before finding the meaning of life. They weren’t sitting in a cramped desk listening to their boss flush the toilet or their coworkers talk about their divorce.