#AND I ADORE HOW YOU DRAW MERS

[schoenpepper]

Jade Leech and the Three Breakups

Intro: He was going to break up with you on your first anniversary. He was going to break up with you before he went to internships. He was going to break up with you after he graduated.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, does jade count as a warning, reader is not yuu, established long term relationship, depression jokes, not proofread

A/N: Sorry, the brainrot got to me. College apparently cannot stop me from thinking about my least favorite character ever. Also, my favorite trope is 'i think they hate me' and 'i want them so bad i'm about to kill someone'.

Masterlist

There's a thick notebook in one of the boxes. Curiosity killed the eel mer, sure, but Jade is attracted to its plain leather cover. On the corner is your name, etched in an elegant cursive he's sure isn't yours.

After four years of romantic partnership, of course he knows your handwriting.

He gingerly fishes it out of its pile—your pile of clutter to get rid of before moving into your new shared home—and decides that of course it is fully within his right to open your journal. Diary, perhaps?

He can't help the grin pulling up the corners of his lips.

Oh dear, you've gotten so lax with such things, darling. Are you banking on his love for you to stop him from borrowing your private thoughts? Such confidence. Misplaced. Such a shame.

The first page has his name.

It takes him aback, but he delightfully relishes in the thought, the possibility, that all your feelings for him over several years would be gathered and spilled into its yellowed pages. Was there a stage of hatred? Rivalry? Were you crushing on him like a little schoolgirl? Such cute (excellent) memories (blackmail) from your youth (material)~ He flips to the second page and reads with unparalleled attentiveness he usually reserves for documents on his favorite projects.

September 1st, 20x1 Sunny : | It's orientation, and I'm following my ma's words about keeping a diary of sorts to keep track of interesting things. I wore the cultist uniform of NRC (fugly ass robes) and stood in line to get sorted to my dorm by the mirror. I got into Octavinelle. I don't know if it's the dorm I would have chosen for myself to be honest, but sure. I can't argue with the magical artifact. What I would like to argue about is the vice housewarden.

His brows furrow slightly in intrigue. Did he do something wrong? He remembered being nothing but a kind, angelic upperclassman to your batch of freshmen.

He's so fucking pretty.

Jade chuckles.

He looks like he's about to eat me whole and fuck, I don't mind if he does!!! He's so tall, and so so attractive, and sevens I thought I came to NRC to study but I think I'm here to fulfill my destiny of becoming his <3

He launches into full-blown laughter. He takes his phone out from his pocket to snap multiple pictures, saving them in a locked folder labeled rather inconspicuously in his gallery.

There's a series of entries after that. Nothing too interesting (he's scanned every single page), just you detailing every second of your (at this point, nonexistent) love life. You write about how many times you'd seen him in a day, and how 'cute' he looks in his school uniform, and how 'adorable' he is when he's hanging onto his broom for dear life in PE. He ignores the fact that you shouldn't have seen him in PE classes because his schedule didn't match yours at that time. Then, there's one that you'd written right before realizing you'd fallen into his love trap~

October 3rd, 20x1 Cloudy :< I think I got tricked into being someone's s/o. I thought he's been inviting me to random outings and stuff, alone, together, as like, a threat maybe. Today I found out Floyd (and therefore Azul, and definitely also him) think of me as Jade's significant other. Which is so weird. I'm so confused???

There's a little chibi drawing on the corner of your face with a blank expression.

I thought we were friends and then his brother tells me that the guy I like doesn't think of me as a friend. Okay??????  JADE LEECH IS TREATING ME LIKE HIS PARTNER AND I DON'T KNOW WHEN IT HAPPENED. (but i like it :D)

Well, you've always been a bit slow, haven't you, darling? You never even noticed when Jade began to take an interest in you, slowly steering you towards his own hobbies, even his club activities. After all, he studied your interests, so isn't it only fair? He likes being able to converse with you. He likes the sound of your voice. He likes the movement of your lips. Is it so bad, then, that he did a few perfectly legal things to somehow shoe you in right by his side? 

In the diary, you detail every feeling in every date. You like picnics. You hated the hike up that mountain with poisonous snakes. You liked the parfait he made for you. You disliked the slightly poisonous mushroom he sauteed and put into your chicken alfredo. Shame.

July 23rd, 20x2 Rainy :(

It takes its first turn about a week before the first anniversary of the day you met him (you don't have a 'real' anniversary since you don't even know when you started dating him).

I think he's going to break up with me soon.

His breath hitches in his throat. He's not sure how to feel upon reading that sentence, but he doesn't like it. 

(Why were you so sure, darling?)

He leans back slightly on his chair. He needs to take a few deep breaths before he can even continue to read your writing.

He's going to be in third year by the time the school year comes around again. He'll be busy with the lounge and studying and vice housewarden stuff. Maybe he won't have time for me anymore.

But that's okay.

I realized something. The twins are not the type of people for long term relationships. After knowing more about Jade, I've learned he's not too different from Floyd concerning several aspects. 1.) He only likes interesting things. Jade likes weird, and fun, and spontaneous. I think he liked me then because I was new and so strange. After all, I didn't know that the guy I loved at first sight was such a feared figure, for good reason too. There was nobody in school who would stick around him so much like I do. 2.) He gets bored just as easily. Jade is the mirror image of Floyd here. Floyd is more moody, but Jade is good at pretending. He likes to play around. Until he doesn't. I know I won't see it coming, but one day, I will be predictable. And he'll get bored. I will no longer be interesting.

Has he always struck you that way?

If he doesn't want to play with me anymore, what am I supposed to do? I need to prepare myself. Someday, he'll leave me, and I need to be stronger then than I am now. Right now, I'll break if he abandons me. Surely if I desensitize myself to the scenario, I can mitigate the damage.

You talk of your own heart like a building in the middle of the Ring of Fire, and Jade's the biggest earthquake that's about to arrive since millennia.

It's not often he finds himself questioning his own morality. Gray is his preference, but then, why does he see this version of himself in your eyes in all black? Has he been anything but kind to you? He's tried, really. If it wasn't enough, he should've seen it in your eyes. He should have known.

The following pages go back to their previous light-hearted tone, slowly leaving the saccharine sweet honeymoon phase and dipping into comfortable and warm. You don't mention that entry again, or even that line of thought. He likes that. Jade would prefer you refusing to humor such blatant nonsense than actually spend time worrying your pretty little head about it. It's just a bit worrying. Like a volcano with lava filling up, is it not dangerous to block the outflow?

Why have you never discussed your thoughts with him?

August 3rd, 20x3 Sunny :<

He has to consider that it might be seasonal depression if the entries keep getting darker around the same time. Like a switch has been flipped, the words turn into blades again, cutting into his skin as though they could never draw blood.

I think he's really going to break up with me soon.

Oh sevens.

He has internships, which means he won't even be at school most of the time. It's upsetting because I think he'll find so many people out there. And they'll be much more interesting than me. And then what? I don't know where he's interning, it's probably because he doesn't want me to be a part of his life any longer.

How did he never know how prone you were to overthinking?

He hasn't gotten bored of me yet, but that's not to say it won't happen when he gets a taste of the real world and realizes how limited he is by this place. By me. Am I holding him back? I never say anything to him about these kinds of feelings because it might burden him. Which is a really funny sentence to write considering this is Jade Leech I'm talking about. It's not like he cares about other people's opinions enough for it to be a burden to him.

Why then, Jade wonders, would you ever consider yourself as 'other people'?

I hope he lets me down gently, at least.

Why would he ever let you down at all?

It's a shame to say but I think I love him.

And again, like nothing ever happened at all, the following recorded dates speak nothing of your plight. Instead, you jot down your visits to Jade in his chosen workplace, since obviously, he'd given you the details despite your previous doubts. The records of your life when not with him are few and far between, as you usually opted to write about Jade when together with him. There's an entry about the time you went to the amusement park with him, and threw up all over his jacket. There's one about the cake you failed horribly at baking during his birthday.

There's an entry about the first time you explored intimacy with him.

So it gives him severe whiplash when the entry after that is back to the same 'break up' tone as before, right around the same time as the other two.

(He should call a therapist for you.)

August 1st, 20x4 Sunny >:( He will definitely break up with me soon!

Why is this one so enthusiastic about it, though?

Maybe it's been in his plans all along. Only until graduation! This time, he'll definitely, definitely break up with me. Yes! I mean, I shouldn't be happy about it, but my two predictions beforehand were incorrect, and it makes me very nervous. So I have a plan. On his graduation, I'm going to give him a bouquet of flowers and a terrarium that I personally made.

Yes he remembers that. He still has the terrarium in his collection room.

And then, I'm going to confess my love for him.

Yes he remembers that too. You said 'I love you', and though slightly taken aback, he returned your sentiments.

And it would be the perfect gateway for him to talk about breaking up with me.

Huh. That's definitely not what he thought of it then. Is that why you were so surprised when he said 'I love you too'?

And it would probably hurt, but I think I can get away with not crying in front of him. I really love him. But I think it would be for the best that he leaves now, when I can still let him go with grace. Someday, I'll be in love with him, maybe to the point that I'd break down at his feet and beg for him to pick up the pieces. But I don't want him to see me like that.

He doesn't want to see that either.

(But rest assured, should it happen, he will pick up every piece of you and glue it back together with his love. Rather cheesy, though.)

Wish me luck!!!

Jade's lips curl up into a lazy grin, flipping to the last page on the notebook. There's not much, but he reads through it with a soft chuckle and writes in the corner with a blue pen. "Jade! The moving company will be here soon," you pop your head through the doorway, only glancing at him briefly before walking away, "I'm almost done with the kitchen."

He places your diary into his box of 'to keep', sealing the cardboard shut with some tape.

August 2, 20x4 Cloudy :o He said he loves me too. I could be wrong, but I think Jade's never going to break up with me.

June 16, 20x5 Sunny :) Let's get married soon, darling. I'm looking forward to the rest of our life together.

[themeeplord]

Oh...My god...For the longest time I was wondering "How would Meep draw the other animatronics as creatures/demons/mermaids" BUT NOW I DON'T NEED TO! Circus Baby looks fantastically horrifying, great job I adore the nightmare mouth, I wonder how Eclipse would react to that? Also how fast can Baby go from flat-faced to TEEFS?

aaaAAA- ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Thank you!!! I'm glad you like her design so much!! :'3

I think mer Eclipse would react like anyone else would: question reality and want to get tf out of there fpfkfjjdjfhf

And to answer your question of how fast she can go from baby face to monster jaws: the answer is REALLY FAST

Mer Circus Baby is from @naffeclipse's fic Song Fish Amid the Stars

[merbear25]

hi mer!!! i bring in a request today ^_^

could i have some hcs (both sfw and nsfw) of crocoboy x a needy / clingy reader bf?

side note~ i adore your one bed trope w/ crocodile and your been thinking a lot about crocodile posts-

thank you!!  ❤️❤️

-🐊

Hello, my dear 🐊anon! Thank you so much for the feedback on my writing. It really means a lot! I'm more than happy to write this for you. I hope you like it 💜💜

CW: SFW and NSFW, headcanons, m!reader, established relationship, I got carried away with the NSFW part and turned it into more of a drabble 💀

Crocodile x needy and clingy m!reader

SFW

Even if he didn't show it, he'd secretly like how much you needed him and wanted to just be around him.

He'd grumble and pout a bit whenever you were touchy feely with him, but he'd undoubtedly be saddened if you ever stopped.

There were times he put in more effort, though. Mostly this was after you were being especially needy and clingy. It served as a good indicator that you craved more attention.

He'd like taking you to nice restaurants, spending time strolling through some of the most beautiful gardens and parks while the sun warmed the both of you.

Another activity he'd thoroughly enjoy would be cooking together. Trying new recipes, perfecting old ones: learning how to prepare dishes would quickly become one of his favorite pastimes and yours too.

Whenever he spent too many hours behind his desk, you wandered into his office, coaxing him into taking a break.

Sometimes you'd give him a massage to loosen his tense shoulders, which he absolutely loved.

NSFW below the cut! m x m intercourse, handjob (reader receiving), oral sex (Crocodile receiving)

Rubbing his shoulders was one of his greatest weaknesses when it came to intimacy. You knew that all too well, purposefully pouring more skill into your hands to draw out his innermost desires.

Letting out a rumbling groan, he huffed, "Is this your way of telling me I've been ignoring your needs again?" When you didn't answer, he smirked and chuckled.

Swiveling around in his chair, he patted his lap, inviting you to take a seat on your well-deserved throne. Taking your rightful place on his knee, he wasted no time in caressing your inner thigh, gently squeezing at the upper part.

Making you shudder from the sudden intimacy, you looked up at him with an eagerness washing over your sweet face. Such desire, such want held in your eyes mirrored his own.

Running his hand over the obvious pent up lust in your pants, he cupped it, applying a slight pressure as he guided his palm over it. Swiftly unzipping your pants, your aching lust was promptly greeted with his own want to make you squirm.

Stroking you, he reveled in each whimper which passed your lovely lips, sealing them with a kiss. Such strength held in his lips eluded to the passion growing between the both of you. You could feel his need for you fanning the flames of your shared desire.

Wanting to please him, you eased yourself down between his legs. He was already unbuckling and unzipping his pants, watching your expression intently as you eyed his full length.

Lacing his thick cock with your lustful tongue, you swirled your tongue around the tip, earning you a few deep groans. When you felt his hand on the back of your head, you understood the gentle command and took as much of him as you could.

With a few impatient thursts, you were unable to hold back your gags, which prompted him to toss you onto the desk.

Gazing down at you, he took a moment to admire your trembling form: shaking from the need of his touch. It was truly a delicious sight to behold.

Despite him being a rough man, he took the upmost care when it came to intimacy, being sure to warm you up properly. Inserting a finger, then two, he spread them helping you get used to the sensation before putting his girthy cock into your needy hole.

Feeling you wrapped around him was something he'd never tire of. Starting out slowly, he thrusted with a deliberate attempt at your g-spot. Seeing you shudder and quake beneath him was one of the most beautiful sights this world had to offer.

As you indulged in each other's bodies, you couldn't resist filling the room with ecstasy laced moans and mewls as your euphoria rose with the heat of your bodies.

Witnessing the waves of pleasure wash over the other only deepened your connection. The aftercare resulted in tender kisses and a gentle caress to help soothe your sweet soul.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! Mostly twst related, one about boys wearing skirts and stuff…

Anonymous asked:

To the latest mer-azul drawing:

Can I suck your right tit and giggle the left one

😱 Scandalous; Azul would probably get so offended if he heard you. Tshhh!

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

~If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!~

Alright, I don’t mind sharing some random facts! I repeat some of them every time I am asked to name random facts about myself though, so some might already know about them…

I was born on Friday the 13th, so I get super smug every time this weekday/date combo happens.

I collect figurines! I own a big aniplex Azul one, and I preordered Idia as well… I mostly collect nendoroids, but I don’t have any twst nendos yet :( (they’re too expensive)

I have a bachelor’s degree in sociology, but only use it to talk about how people are wrong on the internet.

Anonymous asked:

Which of the twst boys do you think would be willing to where "feminine" clothes like dresses and skirts? Who wears them the most? Who hates them? Who looks best? How often does Rook try to look up Vil's skirt?

Everyone would look good! Everyone should wear a dress just to prove my point!! But if we’re being serious… I’ll only talk about the ones I have anything to say about.

Hmm, I think it’s safe to say that Vil is the most comfortable wearing this kind of clothes. With his rant about stupid it is to call clothes “feminine” or “masculine” (based btw), I am very sure he has a bunch of straight-up skirts or dresses in his closet. In the game he tends to wear things that still have some “androgynous” vibe, and he usually wears pants or leggings underneath his most “ladylike” stuff, but I don’t think it has anything to do with him being uncomfy without them. Which I guess you already implied with your last question lol Maybe this is why Vil always wears pants or leggings underneath his skirt-like clothes – because otherwise Rook gets way too fucking distracted!!

I think Riddle wouldn’t mind wearing a dress as long as it’s reminiscent of the Queen herself and there is an occasion. The line for him is kind of blurred when it comes to how far he is willing to go to emulate her. He would look very good, we’ve seen his Overblot self, and he’s pretty much wearing a dress there! The rest of the boys wouldn’t want to do it though, even Cater, who seems like he is very chill about this kind of stuff at first…

Savanaclaw boys – not really, I don’t think they have any opinion on skirts or dresses at all; Octavinelle boys – also not really, buuut Floyd could have fun with a skirt for like 10 minutes lol I think he wouldn’t necessarily be uncomfortable, he doesn’t have the “boys shouldn’t wear this” bias – he doesn’t care. It’s just not his style. Azul tries really hard to present in a very specific way, so dresses and skirts feel like a very wrong choice to him. And Jade, similarly to Floyd, doesn’t really care. But he recognises that others do, and weaponises it…

Kalim could do it but probably as a joke. He wouldn’t look super embarrassed, but he would laugh and say that this is kind of embarrassing. In general, Kalim doesn’t care about it much, but he would love to see some stuff on Jamil. Jamil, as always, just wants a nap, but he would be far more comfortable wearing a dress or a skirt than he thinks. And he would look great, especially if it’s a short skirt or a dress with a traditional silky vibe.

Epel hates dresses and he dreads the moment Vil makes him wear one. Of course he would look adorable in a dress or a skirt, especially if this is some kind of Lolita dress, but he really really hates the idea. Vil wasn’t even planning on making him wear it, but if he’s being so pissy about it, fine… he will make him wear a dress.

Idia would hate the idea, he would instantly think that people (even if he is all alone in this) would think that he is just some loser dressing all pretty thinking that it would make him look good and girly. He thinks that he is too lanky and bony for that – his knees aren’t pretty enough for that. Ortho doesn’t think so; also Ortho would 100% wear a dress or a skirt with no issue other than it has to be made into a gear for him to wear.

Lilia also would have no issue wearing a dress or a skirt, but he would prefer a skirt. He would enjoy how flowy it is and how it drops and reveals his underwear when he’s flying upside-down. Silver would be a bit embarrassed and worry that he doesn’t look as good as he should, but wouldn’t mind the dress/skirt itself. And Malleus wouldn’t mind wearing one at all, as long as it’s for someone’s private eyes~

[mermaidchan05]

Vesuvia Weekly: Mermay

Based this drawing on an illustration in a book of mermaid stories I got when I was a kid. It was always my favorite little story in the collection.

And then I couldn't help myself and just rewrote the entire story to fit Asra and Meleia lol

Fic under the cut! 1700 words of pure fairy-tale-style fluff.

Asra truly loved his life under the sea. 

And why wouldn’t he? He had everything he needed. He had his best friend, a little eel named Faust who stayed with him through thick and thin. He had a wonderful family. And he had plenty of things to keep him occupied. He could spend hours on end practicing art, or exploring hidden caves, or outsmarting sharks. He even had an amazing opportunity that very few merfolk received. He was a student of the great Magician, a mysterious being with great magical power. The Magician was able to teach Asra incredible things, like bending the water to his will, and keeping himself hidden from humans. 

Asra used that particular magic very often. For despite how wonderful life in the ocean was, Asra was fascinated by humans. 

They were incredible. The things they made. The way they always hurried about, going from one place to another with remarkable speed considering they had no currents to guide them. Their incredible inventions helped them move without even using their feet. 

But most of all, Asra loved their music. And he adored watching them dance. 

Almost every night, Asra ventured to a little hidden spot right near the beach. He hid himself with his magic. And he waited until the stars came out. Every night, the humans would set up lights that danced in the air and glowed brighter than any bioluminescent creature. They would all gather together. A group of them would pick up strange instruments and start playing their wonderful music. 

And then they would dance.  

Asra would watch them until sunrise. It was absolutely amazing. Secretly, Asra longed for nothing more than to join them. 

So he snuck to the surface whenever he could. He watched, and he listened, and he did his best to copy their movements. But it was impossible for his tail to move the way their feet did. No magic he could perform would allow him to glide across the floor. 

There was one human in particular who caught his eye time and time again. She was a young lady, perhaps near his own age, with long black hair and bright silver eyes. The other humans laughed and joked that she wasn’t as good as the other dancers, but Asra didn’t see it that way at all. He thought she was simply amazing. The way she smiled lit up the night sky. And when she joined the musicians, adding her voice to their songs... Asra thought he had never heard a more wonderful sound.  

Asra was absolutely enchanted. All he wanted was to dance with her. 

But she was a human, and he was of the merfolk. He had never even heard of magic that might allow his dream to come true. 

The wish consumed him. He grew distant and distracted. His mind wandered almost constantly, always landing on the beautiful girl with silver eyes and long black curls. 

Eventually, even his mentor noticed his distraction. Though perhaps, in their wisdom, they had discovered Asra’s troubles long before Asra was fully aware of them himself. After a bit of gentle prodding, Asra finally opened up. 

“Magician... is there a way for a mer to become human?” he asked at last. 

The Magician hummed thoughtfully. “An interesting question. What could have brought this up?” 

“If it exists, I want to try it,” said Asra passionately. 

“Now, why would you want to do that?” the Magician asked, giving a rather sly smile. “You have all you could ever need right here.” 

“I want to dance,” said Asra. “The way that humans do.” 

The Magician’s smile only grew more playful. “Is that all? One doesn’t usually change their entire life because of something so simple.” 

Asra nearly turned scarlet. But he told the Magician about the human girl with silver eyes. About how much he longed to dance with her. To see her glorious smile again. 

Maybe he could be the reason for her smile. 

The Magician gave a secret little smirk. And they started to prepare a spell for Asra. 

“This magic will be enough to transform you for one week,” the Magician told him. “After that, I will come to see you. And you will be faced with a choice. You must decide if you wish to return to the sea, or if you wish to remain a human forever.” 

“Thank you,” said Asra, truly genuine. “A week is more than enough.” 

The magician kept smiling their private smile. “We shall soon see if that’s true.”

The Magician worked their magic. And Asra found himself standing-- standing!-- on the beach. The place where the humans danced was so tantalizingly close. 

Asra tried to run to it. But legs were a little more complex than he had anticipated. He wound up falling in the sand. Several times. But finally, after a lot of practice, Asra managed to walk to the dance hall. 

He got there after everything had already sprung to life. At first, all he could do was stand at watch, staring in open wonder. Several people stared back. They started to whisper. Who was this beautiful stranger with the silky hair that shone like pearls? Asra skirted the edges of the crowd, torn between his deep desire to join in and the discomfort of all the eyes on him. 

Then a pair of silver eyes met his purple ones. And the girl with dark curls smiled at him. 

Asra’s heart fluttered like a butterfly fish. 

It wasn’t long before he was swept off of his brand new feet. He learned that the human’s name was Meleia. And Meleia taught him everything she knew about dancing. She claimed it wasn’t much. She claimed she was far from the best. But it wasn’t long before Asra and Meleia were gliding and whirling across the floor. 

They spent that whole night dancing together. And the night after that. 

Asra had never been happier. 

Meleia guided him through so many parts of human life. Showed him so many incredible new things. For a few days, Asra was caught up in a riptide of wonder and excitement and enchantment. And Meleia was right in the center of it all. 

But life on the surface wasn’t always as good as it had looked from his hiding place by the beach. Walking was much more tiring than swimming. After a long day, his feet hurt far more than his fins ever did. Things were so much heavier without the water there to hold them up. And the few fish he did see weren’t nearly as fun to hang around with when they were stuck in a pond... or worse, a bowl. 

But spending time with Meleia made it all worthwhile. 

When the two of them weren’t dancing or exploring, they were talking. Meleia shared all of her secrets with him. Her own hopes. Her own dreams. And some of the sadder things, too. She told him of the way that she had never quite felt like she fit in among the other humans. She told him how lonely she often was. 

Asra didn’t mind hearing about the sad things. As long as it helped Meleia. As long as the two of them were talking. He truly felt they could talk about anything at all. 

In turn, Asra told her his own incredible secret. He told her all about life under the ocean. No matter what story he told-- even the embarrassing ones-- Meleia always loved hearing about the world beneath the surface. 

And so it was that one week after the Magician first cast their spell, Meleia went with Asra to his secret spot on the beach. Hand in hand, they waited for the Magician to appear. 

The Magician rose to the surface. Their expression was the same mysterious one that Asra had grown to know so well. One that he could never read. For the first time, that expression made him nervous. 

“It is time for your decision,” said the Magician. “Are you to keep your legs? Or shall I restore your tail?” 

Asra hesitated. He missed the ocean more than anything. He missed his family. He missed Faust. But he had fallen in love with Meleia. He couldn’t say goodbye to her. 

“Legs,” he said softly. 

The Magician nodded. Their smile remained exactly the same. And then they turned to Meleia. 

“And what do you think he should choose?” they asked. 

“Tail,” said Meleia. 

Asra stared up at her, heartbroken. Meleia’s smile was sad. 

“I know how sad you are on land,” she said. “I don’t want you to stay just for my sake.” 

“You’re sad here, too,” Asra countered. “But we can be happy together. Can’t we?”

Meleia didn’t answer. 

Asra’s heart threatened to break in two. Then the Magician gestured for Meleia to step forward. Meleia squeezed Asra’s hand before doing so. The Magician whispered something in her ear. Meleia beamed. She nodded. 

Asra had no time to ask what was going on. The Magician worked their magic. The sea seemed to rise up. A trail of sparkling mist enveloped both Asra and Meleia. The next thing Asra knew, he was in the sea, tail and all. 

And Meleia was right beside him. 

She, too, had a beautiful tail, sparkling in the wavering light that flowed through the surface. The Magician had transformed her. They had granted both Asra and Meleia’s deepest wishes. 

Neither of them had ever been happier. 

The first thing they did at the start of their new life was share a kiss. Then Asra took both of Meleia’s hands in his own. 

“I have so much to show you,” he said. “I have to introduce you to Faust. And then we can try some underwater dancing.” 

Meleia beamed at him with all the love in the world. “Of course. Anything. Everything. I want to see it all.” 

And they swam off, united forever.  

[ceeyuin666]

Hey, I saw your reply about purple team headcanons and loved it. But near the end you mentioned the connections Joe has to other characters in the park, specifically Ocean. What are your thoughts for their backstory and their relationship? If you wanna share of course :)

I absolutely adore stories/ideas/comics where there are crossovers. I don't know if I have solid headcanons or I just kind of accept whatever art I see haha.

I did draw this comic YEARS ago where I thought it'd be interesting if Joe were a merman who made a deal with Ursula to make Ocean human so that Ocean could be with his Fashionable Easter friends OvO. You can see it here!

I'm definitely flexible but I do like the idea that Joe was from the mer-kingdom, that maybe even Ursula and the other Villains are 'nasty folk' but like amoungst the other Disney characters so Joe and everyone co-exist with the other parade characters, other shows, movie characters etc.

Naturally this means he's friends with Ocean and Ariel etc. I've seen some gorgeous art of them all and I LOVE the idea of them being childhood friends. I think Joe has a hard time making friends but he gets roped along with overly friendly or curious people. It makes me think of how early in the first year of Recruiters, someone asked Joe if he's friends with the other Recruiters and he said he didn't need friends, but in 2018 at his final show, Joe is the one to say "Even we villains know friendship".

[mellohiizz]

i think abt spokefies a lot because in what universe will those 2 ever work (my own. they work in my own aus that i worldbuild from scratch. anything can happen if ur brave enough.)

hi mel do u think theyd be something in a little fatasy forest au. little orca mer-spoke and shapeshifter or fae wifies maybe. they meet up at a lake in the middle of the forest

honestly, that's how you can make literally anything work. aus always win!

also, i adore fantasy aus, they're so cool and interesting. funny that you mention orca merfolk spoke, because that's basically what i draw him as. and god, i love the idea of fae wifies.

[ofmermaidstories]

Merms!! I have been sitting on this bc I was so wishy-washy with my pride. But I've come to the stunning conclusion that I did something okay and thats okay.

BUT here's The Widening Sky that I bound myself. It's messy, ramshackled together, and got flaws. It's the first one I made after all. But I adore it. I went camping with my family and read it twice over a week. And had the same soft, gentle kind of heartbreak and mending this story all puts me through TWICE!! But I fell in love with mer!Bakugou and your writing all over again TWICE!!

I doodle in the book when I have time to read it again. I just recently learned I can underline and highlight things in books I own as well!! I'm gonna highlight every life-changing sentence you wrote!!

burg, i think this is the most wonderful thing that has ever been shared with me. 🥺 the cover!!! it makes me think of a loud shirt!!!! YOUR DOODLES 😭 the receipts and memos held up by washi tape!!! the hippocampus!!! THE TITLE PAGE DOODLE OF U AND MER!BAKUGOU 😭😭😭

you made a physical thing; you sewed and glued it together and now it’s real!!! it’s out there in the world with you, with your drawings—all your hardwork bound up into an actual object that can now like, idk, feel warm from being left in the sun or get grass stains on it or get dusty. 🥺 i think im gonna cry LMAO. burg, this is beautiful and i think you’re incredible and you should be so, so proud of yourself. 🥺😭🌷 thank-you for sharing this. 🥺 you’ve made my whole week!!! i’ve been coming back to this ask and just STARING ever since you sent it. 🥺 it’s so, so wonderful—and it’s such an honour that all your hardwork into binding for the first time went to this. 📖🌷💕 i hope you realise how creative you are!!! 🥺 may you always make things with love and enthusiasm and know that they’re so perfect, because of that. 😌💕

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I just finished reading chapter from mer! Shigadabi fic... AND OH MY GOSH, IT'S AMAZING! I adore all your works and every time you find a way to surprise and hit my heart strings!

I so enjoy the lore of your story about the cultural difference between the reef peoples and how Dabi and Shiggy are trying to overcome this wall, to understand and accept each other. God, they are so adorable!

And you destroyed me in the best way possible, I'm so honored that my drawings were able to inspire such wonderful work! The way you incorporated these scenes into the story is just *chef's kiss*. Thank you so much!! ❤️

I'm going to vibrate out of my skin 💕

Thank you so much!!!! I'm so glad that you're enjoying the story so far! Your art is so beautiful that I literally lost my mind for 15 hours and am absolutely going to be losing it again.

I'm so excited to dive into Graveforge and show off what the different cultures are like in practice! Next chapter is gonna be a wild ride! Thank you so much for your kind words and gorgeous art! I hope you enjoy what's to come!

[ekster--exotic]

Here’s a collection of summer-themed old art ^^

KEEP IN MIND: Unless specified, these drawing were made MANY YEARS AGO. My style and skills have improved and adapted since then :D

(I’m starting to realize how many fish creatures I’ve made over my time doing art lol)

1: Look at this smug little dude. I feel like he’s committed manslaughter before. All jokes aside, I’d give younger Exo a 6/10 on this. Not bad. The design is a little unoriginal, but that’s alright.

2: This was made… eghhh- roughly two years ago. Never gave this guy a name, but the colors and shapes are pretty clean. 8/10.

3: When I was younger, I had a little fluffy dragon species. They were called Merricks, and this one was themed after an oarfish. This drawing was meant to be for a friend, but they didn’t want it, so I ended up keeping it lol. The colors and design are nice, however the anatomy could use some work. 5/10.

4: Once again, made two years ago. Not gonna lie, this pouty fish creature is adorable. 8/10.

5: Betta fish cat! Her expression is pretty cute, and the gradient was executed well. This will revive a 7/10.

6: This is just a smore cat. Maybe three years ago? I like the design, it’s simple and cute. 7/10 ^^

7: …e u g h. This is an oldie for sure lol. It’s some kind of mer-cat on a beach, but GOD the lack of a neck feels so wrong. 4/10.

8: Ayy, it’s a clown fish cat! Very cute and puffy, this gets a 6/10.

9: As a result of being in the Wings of Fire fandom, I made this Seawing OC. The sunset is little lacking, and the anatomy is a tad rough, but all n all, this isn’t bad. 5/10.

10: what if I told you I once drew a green cat with purple gloves sitting next to a fire in a pencil-lead void. I honestly have no clue what prompted me to draw something this odd, but I find the concept very intriguing. Very simple, yet effective. 7/10

[olivyh]

I'm not one for all that mushy fuzzy romantic stuff but-

Horror with a dash of romance?

NOW THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT(⁠┛⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

So what if ttvillain!nrc fell for mc?

You can do 1 or both routes,

Ttvillain!nrc falls for ttvillain!mc

Or...

Ttvillain!nrc falls for innocent!mc

-Anor anon

┬⁠─⁠┬⁠ノ⁠(•⁠‿⁠•ノ)

(Sorry for flipping your table!!)

I LOVE MUSHY ROMANTIC STUFF W HORROR

Also, the table is meant to be flipped!!! Go wild!!!

This turned out,,,, very long. I ranted a bit much I guess whoopsies. Also slight spoilers for Twst True Villains

TW: Cannibalism, execution, horror, drugs, general violence, forced eating, yandere themes

I feel like if any of the cast (minus first years,,,) would fall for ttvillain!mc, it would be sort of like a very morbid romance. At first, many of them may appear to be normal couples; going on dates, laughing together, and cuddling,,, but the deeper you look into it one would be able to see the small, unnerving quirks about them.

Riddle and his lover look normal, until you see the long list of names that's sprawled on the table. Riddle rests his head in the crook of his s/o's neck, smiling softly as they whisper to one another quietly. One can vaguely hear their conversation. "Guilty?" The redhead asks as his lover nods, grinning. He can't wait until the next unbirthday party.

Leona and his lover creeping around Savanaclaw, chuckling to themselves as they come upon a group of unsuspecting beastmen. Of course, the lion beastman makes quick work of them while the human struggles a bit against the larger man they're trying to wrangle until he finally drops to the floor. "Not bad, herbivore~" He leans down and gives them a soft peck on the lips as they giggle.

Azul and his lover sitting in the VIP room, a cookbook laid out in front of them. "How about this one?" The human asks, pointing to a recipe. The cecaelia clicks his tongue. "It wouldn't be impossible, but it's a little hard to kill whale mer." His lover shrugs and readjusts themselves in his lap, nuzzling into his neck as they hum.

Kalim and his lover buried in a pile of blankets, giggling to one another as talk about the different kinds of games they would play as a kid, as well as different party games they used to play. His arms are wrapped around their midsection s they plan out another game to play at the next party, cuddling into each other, satisfied with their planning and excited for the days to come.

Vil and his lover hunched over a large cauldron as the magicless human spins a vial in their hands mindlessly. "What about this one?" The model turns and sighs. "That one will make the marble less durable- it will wear away too soon." They smile and watch as his deft hands mix ingredients together, grabbing one gently and pressing a soft kiss to his palm as their eyes wander over to the beautiful student locked in a cage, silk tied around his head and muffling his cries as he watches the couple.

Idia and his lover sitting on the floor of his room, blueprints scattered about. The human readjust themselves in his lap as they pick up one of the designs, leaning back against his chest as they pout. "This one seems a little off..." The fire-haired man frowns and pulls them closer into him, blushing furiously but soaking in their warmth as he gently takes the blueprint from their hands. "That's because it's just a draft." They look out over the other drawings and imagine what the robots could do, kissing their boyfriend on the cheek before going back to the drawing board.

Malleus and his lover take long walks at night and corner a human who happened to be out past curfew, the human luring him in and acting as friendly as possible, offering them a place to stay the night and clinging to him as Malleus watches from a distance, smiling in adoration as he follows the two back to Diasomnia. Once the human is long gone, the prefect giggles and gently wipes away some blood from the fae's lips, smiling softly to themselves as he holds them closer.

I feel like the romances would also vary by who it is being romanced, but it's very easy to imagine the kinds of dates to go on with ttv!mc, who is more than willing to commit atrocious acts with their beloved...

Like Trey's s/o helping him get fresh ingredients from the previous execution, walking up to him in the kitchen and hugging him from behind, placing a soft kiss on the back of his neck as they place down another bag leaking with red.

Cater's s/o livestreaming and holding his phone while he interrogates another dorm member, cheering on their boyfriend as he turns to the camera and winks, making the prefect giggle.

Floyd's s/o begging him to give them a potion to turn them into a mer so they can help hunt. He agrees excitedly as he and his s/o take to the seas, looking for any unsuspecting mer.

Jade's s/o cooking with him in Mostro, the scene domestic aside from the still half-alive mer on the cutting board. They wrap their arms around his waist and rest their head on his shoulder while they watch him cut away at the tail skillfully.

Jamil's s/o helping him prepare the games for the next party and cleaning up the bodies of the previous night. They smile to themselves as they watch him lift a particularly heavy body, holding him close and peppering his face in kisses, telling him how strong he is. (Also, very off topic, I was thinking of making Jamil also one of the "good" characters in True Villains. I can't remember exactly why I made him evil like everyone else, but I do remember that I was very hesitant to write him off as being just as malicious as everyone else.)

Rook's s/o helping the hunter clean his bloody arrows after he comes back from a hunt. They gently brush his hair out of his eyes and playfully steal his hat, giggling when he steals it back.

Lilia's s/o helping him kidnap the unsuspecting humans, helping to feed their lover and cleaning up his mess gently, holding his face as they wipe at it with a handkerchief.

Sebek's s/o training with him and helping to wrangle particularly bitey humans back, basking in the concern he bathes them with when they get hurt, muttering about how they need to be more careful...

Furthermore, I feel like it would follow a similar pattern with those who aren't dorm leaders, with their relationships lining up with their personalities fairly well aside from the occasional "torture" date.

Now, if one of the "good" cast were to fall for ttv!mc? (Ex: Ace, Deuce, Ruggie, Jack, Epel, Silver)

I don't think they would try to stop ttv!mc, especially if they're the ones giving the boy protection (namely Ruggie and maybe Epel).

Ruggie would definitely use Leona's liking to ttv!mc to his advantage, seeing as he's dating NRC's new experiment (which means he won't get hurt). Epel... may or may not. If it meant he didn't get hurt, he would; but he wouldn't do anything to try to hurt anyone else...

Ace, Deuce, and Jack, however? They would work tirelessly to try to stop their crush/ s/o or at least try to reel them in a bit (which may or may not end up poorly for them :( )

Silver would either give up on his love, or he would try to pull ttv!mc away (he believes they still have a good side to them)

Now, if innocent!mc got roped into it...

On one hand, they're safe and protected for life. Will this protection include being locked inside their lover's dorm for the rest of their life? Probably.

Also, depending on the person, I feel as though they would be forced to work alongside their boyfriend no matter what horrible things he does :(

Riddle would force innocent!mc to help execute the members of Heartslabyul, giving them the "opportunity" to cut the rope on the guillotine no matter how much they cry and beg him not to. He comforts them with a tea party afterward, confused as to why they're so hesitant...

Trey would coax them into helping him bake, even as they writhe away from the mixer as he pours in more ingredients, the batter slowly turning a deep red. His grip around their waist would be comforting if it weren't so tight.

Cater taking them into Heartslabyul's basement as he teaches them how to interrogate people properly, chuckling at their terrified expression as he coos at them affectionately.

Leona would most likely force them to learn to hunt the other dorm members, not caring how badly they get hurt if a much larger beastman decides to try to get to the human, deciding that them being wounded means they won't be able to run away

Azul would likely keep his s/o to himself in the VIP room, hand-feeding them the catch of the day despite how they clamp their mouth closed and plead for him to put the fork down, that they're not hungry despite not eating in days.

Floyd would drag them under the water, forcing the transformation potion into their mouth as they choke on the water around them and scream for air. He find's it funny to push them into the blood cloud that forms around the now-dead mer and watch them panic.

Jade would make them cook with him, making the poor prefect his taste-tester no matter how many times they gag and try to throw up his most recent meal. He acts as though he's so hurt that they don't like his cooking.

I don't think Kalim would be as cruel to them, but he would definitely push them to play the games in hopes that it'll cheer them up. He wipes their tears and whispers sweet nothings in their ear as he helps them stand up straight as they watch another body fall to the ground

Jamil dragging them to help with the parties, no matter how much they sob while cleaning up the bodies or poisoning the drinks to be used during the next party. He practically forces them to be next to him the whole time, always keeping a possessive arm around them. He's not above using his magic to keep them complacent.

Vil keeping them locked in his room, chained to the wall so they couldn't escape. He dresses them up and uses them as though they're a doll, quietly praising them as he tests out his new beauty products on their now soft skin and ranting to them about his most recent modeling job.

Rook holding their hands on the bow as they squirm and try to get away, the arrow locked onto an unsuspecting beastman enjoying his lunch in the courtyard. He hushes their pleas for him to let go and instead presses a soft kiss behind their ear as he releases their arms and with them, the arrow.

Idia keeping them chained to his desk, within reach for when he's playing his games or tinkering away at whatever little robots he tried to create. He often lets Ortho play with them, glad to see that they're at least a little relaxed around his brother. They sit on his bed and sniffle quietly into the blankets, likely still worn out from watching another Ignihyde student mutilate himself to add a robotic limb. He reaches out and rubs a hand along their ankle, ignoring the way they squirm away from him and whimper pathetically.

Malleus dancing with them in the moonlight while on their walks, ignoring the way they tense when he dips them a little too low and his fangs brush the nape of their neck. They still bear the wounds from the last few times he drank from them, a large diamond engagement ring permanently cursed onto their finger- sealing their fate.

Lilia would play cruel pranks on them, jumping out and scaring them to tears, and then proceeding to hush them gently as they sob, entire body quivering as he nips at them playfully, each bite making the human let out another panicked yelp as they try to get away from him.

Sebek forcing his human to train endlessly so they can defend themselves, not holding back a bit even as they're curled in a ball on the forest floor and sobbing into the dirt, bleeding from the countless wounds inflicted by the half-fae as he stares down at them in disdain, demanding them to get up and fight him back so they can get stronger.

In terms of the "good" characters... I feel like they would do their best to provide as much comfort and protection as possible towards mc, even if they can't really do much for them...even then, they know their personalities won't allow them to survive much longer. If they die anyways, his lover would be left defenseless.

Ace would hold them gently as they sob into his shoulder about having been forced to go to another unbirthday party, his hands shaking when he hears their pleas for him to be good and not break any of the rules.

Deuce would try to bite back the anger in his voice when he sees Cater taunt them, rushing to their side and enveloping them in a hug as they hold him close, trembling from the experiences. He tries his best not to fight his dormmates, knowing all too well that if he gets executed they'll be alone again.

Jack would try to keep them as far from his dorm as possible, not daring to leave their side for even a second when the two of them are both there. He would stand behind them at all times, always looking around for anyone who might have eyes on them.

Ruggie would try his best to teach them how to survive, despite how much it pains him to see them cry when he makes them hunt others. He can't be around for them all the time, and he wants them to be able to protect themselves. He can't protect them from the dorm leader and his whims, though. The best he could do is comfort them when they come into his room, covered in blood and stumbing into his arms with tears streaming down their face. He's so sorry he couldn't do more.

Epel would try to keep them as far away from the other dorms as possible- it's likely that they don't see much of Pomefiore while they're dating. Epel knows Vil and Rook are smarter and stronger than him, so the best he could do is keep them away and comfort them when they're scared. He'll come to Ramshackle, just stay inside, okay?

Silver would also try his hardest to protect them and train them in self-defense, even giving them one of his swords in case they need it. Of course, they have the protection of the Diasomnia crew, despite the abuse the two fae may put them through. Silver feels terrible when he sees how much his father scares them, holding them close that night and telling them that it won't be much longer until they can both move away and live in the cottage he grew up in. Just a little more time.

Honestly, including relationships into the universe adds twist that could change a lot of things, as mc's survival literally depends on who they're connected to! It's fascinating to think about <3

[iamlittlelostsoul]

Bby Azul and big bro fig Jelly snack xd

Made a cute twst imaginess with a small sketch! >//<

and HURRAY no angst XDDD

so so I found in a short vid that there are some octopi that just go hijacking Jellyfishes(lmao) and go rides them across the ocean treating them like a safety ticket to protect themselves from predators and a free ride XD, also also!! they get free snack (no wonder Azul's chuncky-) lol HAHAHAH soooo I can't keep it out of my head and had to write about it and got some tiny bit of inspiration to draw baby Azul and his sorta jellyfish brother figure emergency snack XD

INTRODUCING Cyanide, Iammai (pronounced as /Ya/./Ma/./I/)

So so here how it goes and how they met!!

So since Azul always get bullied as a kid because of his body size there was a time he happen to get lost he happens to find a mer jellyfish around and decides to hijack him and make a deal forces with him to bring him back to his school, they somehow got along swimmingly and often met until Azul started latching on to him and sometimes munching on Cyanide.

"Cya-nii!!"

"Oh hey, Zul!"

"Bring me to school"

"Eh-...umm sure i guess and Zuulll- please stop trying to eat meeee"

Cyanide being a sweet little (quite idiotic) jellyfish, adored and a huge softy for little Azul as soon as they met although he's not very fond of Azul constantly trying to eat him. He being 6 years older than Azul officially somehow became Azul's older brother figure, who babies him SOO much, Azul's ride to anywhere and everywhere he wanna go to, and protector whenever someone would try to bully the baby and tease him. "Zul's just a cutie, this is why you get teased so much"

"Cya-nii!!! STOP IM NOT A CUTIE!!!"

"Eh, but you are my little Azul-chan! Nononoo!- ok ok you're not cute you're cool so please stop eating meee-"

And even when Azul is already at NRC Cyanide would visit and write to him as often as he could! He continues to support him even when Azul often gaslights him to buy tons of the stuff he's selling and all that and this, he still cares and cherishes him which is why Azul treasures him so much aswell but of course his pride stops him from admitting it lol^^

so yeyy here's baby Zul and big bro Cya hope ya'll don't mind my rambling lol >&lt;

im fucking glad I managed to finish this and it turned out kinda(????????) good knowing I fucking suck in anatomy, drawing the bg, drawing fricking children and all that cijsabcvsihdishcd

if you'd like to check more of my stuffs here's my masterlist!

[snowy-weather]

Ralis for the character ask thingy?

Very good one to start with. ^^

First impression:

I always found him interesting. I actually read a bit about him before doing his quest and I was immediately like 'Oh, gotta check this guy out!'

I did definitely think he was scamming me through most of his quest though. XD

Impression now:

Ralis is both awesome and has such a wet cat vibe I absolutely adore him. ^^ He can absolutely kick ass in a fight but also is just a poor little meow meow. I love this mer so much. XD

Favorite moment:

Honestly meeting him when he's digging away at Kolbjorn barrow.

"With me? What's the matter with you? Sorry, I've just had a lot of hork-faced cowards coming by to mock my efforts. Bah! It probably can't hurt to tell you. You look.... mostly honest."

Also in one of my playthroughs when I gave Ralis a bunch of invisibility potions and he kept using them randomly and I kept panicking because I thought I'd lost him. XD But I don't see that as canon to his character per say. Just random fun stuff that happened in my game. XD

Idea for a story:

I've been thinking of writing a story or even series of stories about his adventures with Mirni, and how they eventually got together. Either was part of a larger story about my TES OCs, or just a story on it's own. ^^

Unpopular opinion:

I love this guy. Yeah, doesn't seem like it would be unpopular but I've met some people who love to tell me how much they hate Ralis and how they killed him or even sacrificed him to Boethiah. Overall Ralis doesn't seem to be a very popular character.

Favorite relationship:

Maybe it's cheating but... Ralis and my OC Mirni. XD I ship them so much and I love drawing them together. They have such a fun and slightly disastrous relationship, but they definitely love each other. ^^

Also I like to imagine he and Teldryn kinda become friends while Ralis is living at the Retching Netch cornerclub. (I've seen some people ship Ralis and Teldryn which honestly... I'm totally okay with too. XD But for me Ralis and Mirni are the main ship, haha! )

(only art of Ralis and Teldryn together I have. XD I should draw them hanging out more)

Favorite headcanon:

He's touch-starved but being stubborn about it. XD Like this man needs to be cuddled so badly but hell if he's going to just admit to that!

(Luckily Mirni is pretty good at catching that kinda stuff. ^^ )

[dyrewrites]

Pale Blood -- fang vs a pack of wolves

“That’s, that’s insane,” Den had heard all Nash could remember—all he had heard as he hid in his room from the ‘party’ their mother threw—and he hated every bit of it. But in the tale had been a name, and he latched onto that, as a buoy in the sea of nonsense he clawed at it, “you say Nora was there?”

“Yeah,” Nash bounced on the couch cushion, again—taking more delight in the comfort of it than the situation called for—but he answered, “She didn’t wanna eat it. If I could tell from two floors up, I’m sure mama could, but she did. Ate it all up just like everyone. And when she left, well, you know how she’s like in heat?”

Den gagged and shoved him into the arm of the couch, “Why would you put that in my head?”

“‘Cuz it’s what happened,” Nash shoved back, “and it’s relevant. It fucked em up.” His face scrunched, souring as he explained, “And not all of em waited till they left.”

“What do you mean,” Den asked, but imagination filled in the rest and he gagged again before changing the subject with a shouted, “Hey, Del, who we meeting up top again?”

“A wolf and a mer,” Delmas said, but he did not walk into the living room alone, or first.

He was guided by a proud and strutting Minara who announced, “Den, look, I made your boyfriend pretty!” before falling to giggles.

All of his short, shaggy, mouse-brown hair was gathered into numerous tight braids, which dangled around his face like strings of beads and wiggled as he walked.

Den and Nash sputtered, nearly in sync, before their throaty laughter filled the living room and burnt up as red splotches on Delmas’ cheeks.

“Yeah, laugh it up,” He dared, “I’m adorable.”

“Give us a twirl,” Nash teased.

And Den folded with greater laughter as Delmas stiffened his lip and obliged, raising his arms and turning slowly around to show that the braids continued all the way around.

“Where did you find so many hair-ties?” Den asked his sister, though his eyes stayed on Delmas’ hair, drawing him off the couch and over to touch.

“He’s got a whole box,” She tittered, running to Nash as he patted the emptied spot beside him.

“Got anymore?” Nash asked her, indicating the loose mess of hair down his back and smiling as she lit up—brush still in hand, wrists covered in ties.

“Used to keep it long,” Delmas explained, smiling as Den played with his hair, before glowering at Nash, “but someone started playin’ dirty.”

Nash moved the table, and was just sitting down on the floor in front of an overly bouncy Minara, when he shrugged and said, “Got no regrets.” Shooting Delmas a wink, he added, “Short hair suits ya.”

Delmas’ scoff amused no one and he changed the subject, “Wolf and a mer,” he repeated to Den, “that’s who we’re seein’ up top, then the other mer with the weird blood. Why d’ya ask?”

“Oh, Nash said our sister was at the party and,” he answered, but he didn’t stop bouncing the short braids, “She’s the only one of us up top so, I thought.” Delmas snatched his hand as he made to bounce another braid off it and Den smiled, “I thought it might be Nora.”

“Auntie Ala!” Minara chirped, but Nash yanked his head forward, jerking her hands with it, and her giddy tone fell, “I, I mean Nora.”

“Auntie,” Delmas asked, pulling away as Den made again for the braids, “I thought you said ‘sister’?”

“It’s both,” Den said simply, too simply, and Delmas tilted his head for more, but Den only teased, “I thought you knew wolves?”

The red splotches returned and Delmas looked away, “I never, well, I mean,” his eyes flitted to Minara.

Den grinned. “Oh,” he cooed, “you’ve never been with one long enough for conversation, have you?”

Delmas did not answer, but he had no need, his pinched lips and wandering eyes said enough.

Nash laughed, short and mean, “fuckin’ knew it.”

“Nashy! Language,” Minara snapped, yanking his hair.

He huffed but, in a small voice, said, “Sorry.”

“That’s right,” She puffed, sitting taller as she returned to braiding.

“So, you just like to play with us then,” Den said and, standing on the tips of his toes, added for Delmas alone, “am I just a toy to you?”

Delmas did not speak, even as that voice tickled his ear and followed down his side. He was not unaccustomed to shame, but with a child in the room he couldn’t address it in the manner he preferred, and so he burnt up in it instead.

But, luckily—for him—he didn’t need to.

As his netlink rang, loud and shrill, and every wolf in the room covered their ears and groaned until he answered it.

“Whoever you are, I owe you,” He said after.

“Um, thanks, I guess?” A raspy female voice said back, “This is Del, right, I have the right link? Ron put it in here under a weird name,” she muttered the next bit, but it got a smile out of Delmas, “and he’s going to hear about it next time he makes fun of my music.”

“Yeah, that’s me, and you are?” He knew the voice, but the name escaped him, wriggled from him in fact.

“Odea,” Den told him as he noticed the voice, soft as it was through the link, “it’s the witch, the one we’re supposed to meet...remember?”

“He’s right,” Odea said, “I’m guessing you forgot me too. If it weren’t for Fran here I’d never have remembered you.”

It flooded then, all of it, every moment Delmas had spent around the witch at the bloodbank, and the swirling gold she had found in Savor’s blood, and in her own—and how his shimmered too. He didn’t speak what flooded next, all the memories that throbbed behind the name that swelled too quickly to replace the witch’s.

But Odea heard it anyway, as all that filled him flowed into her. “You dated Savor?” she screamed.

“Witches,” Delmas muttered, grateful as Den shrank from the scream—and more so when he didn’t acknowledge the words spoken through it. With an apologetic nod to the recovering wolf, and a wary look to Min, Delmas ducked into the hall and further into the apartment, all the way into his bedroom, before he answered the witch, “Yes, I did, years ago. It ain’t a problem now.”

Odea did not agree, “It will be when we meet him.”

“No, it won’t,” he assured as he tapped the screen to close his door, lowering his voice ever further, “I’m sure he’s too busy to worry ‘bout me and you’ll be doin’ all the talkin’ anyway.”

“Like fuck I will,” She clipped, “it’s his blood we were testing, which means he’s the creep came looking around the bloodbank for a fang to fuck. And guess who he was real particular about getting?”

He scoffed, “It’s been years, that can’t be what that was.”

“Ron says I broke the windows screaming him off,” She sneered, pressing memories into him neither were prepared for. After a breath, and a groan, she continued, “It was something and you’re going to have to deal with it.”

“Fine,” he sneered, stewing, “there a point to this call?”

“Thirteenth blink,” Odea said, slowly, her voice cold, “at the skycab station. We’ll be taking a detour to help a cursed wolf. Be there on time or I will go talk to Savor without you and solve both our problems.”

“Ron already told me all that,” He matched her tone, “but I would pay to see you try and get in to see him on your own.”

“Thirteenth blink, Del,” She clipped again.

“I heard you, Odea,” he clipped back.

She sighed and waited, neither of them ending the connection, and that connection fed her far more than it fed him. It sang in anxious gasps of all the worries he refused to acknowledge, the rusting memories he held and the shining ones he feared would crack. And as they threatened to drag her into their shaking cage, she voiced what he could not, “You should tell him.”

Huffing, Delmas stared at his door, narrowing his eyes at the voice in his ear, “I don’t think you know me well enough to be makin’ no,”

“You have a scar on your left asscheek, in a rather salacious shape; want me to tell you where you got it?” Her tone was even, matter-of-fact, and it dropped Delmas to his bed—in spite of the gentle laughter that burst behind her.

“Fair ‘nuff,” He said, but his thoughts added, fuckin’ witches.

“Yeah, fucking witches,” She snapped, “same as fucking fangs; I can’t hide anything when you’re around me. Not so fun when it’s turned back on ya, is it? Den deserves to know and don’t even try to argue with me, I can feel it. How you feel for him, how you feel when you’re around him, the stuff you haven’t even admitted to yourself. You’re wide open to me. So you’d better fucking tell him.”

“Yep,” Delmas blurted, raising his voice as the door to his bedroom slid open to reveal Den standing with his head tilted and eyes narrowed, “He’s right here, yeah, I’ll tell him. Thirteenth blink, skycab, got it, we’ll see ya there.”

“Godsdamnit, you stubborn fu—”

Delmas cut the call, wincing at the residual volume of the last word.

“Nash and Min want to stay here...just until we figure out what’s wrong with the others,” Den said, not entering the room, “if that’s alright with you?”

Delmas considered objecting, considered telling him that he had no desire to leave two snoops alone in his apartment...but Odea’s voice echoed in his skull.

I can’t, he told it, it’s too much and we just started. I’ve moved on, stands to reason Sech has too. Maybe he was lookin’ for his shit ‘stead a me. The bottom drawer of his dresser glared up at him then, chased by the memory of kicking it, of preventing his new love from touching his old.

And he didn’t say what he should have, “Yeah, they’re welcome long as they need.”

“Uh-huh,” Den sighed before yelling into the living room, “He said yes!”

Delmas tried not to wince at the glee that—quite literally—howled down his hallway, but he failed. “Stay out of my room!” He shouted at it.

“Make me!” Nash shouted back, followed by the sudden cacophony of music as he and Min argued over what to play—Min won and would be singing shortly, to the detriment of everyone with ears.

“That one really nests when he feels safe, don’t he?” Delmas asked Den, trying for a smile.

He didn’t get it.

“We should probably get going,” Den said, tone remarkably even, more so than was comfortable to the ears it spoke to.

Delmas nodded and followed the disquieting chill of Den’s silence down the hall. But the silence didn’t last. Nostalgia was moaning in the living room.

Minara stood on the coffee table, singing along while Nash curled on the couch whimpering dramatically.

And Delmas couldn’t hold that song with that call in the same head just then, so he shut the music off. “Those songs are catchy, ain’t they?” he asked Minara, ignoring her knowing smirk, “but how's about we find somethin’ with a little less moanin’?”

“‘A little less moanin’?” Den broke in.

Delmas smiled, “Don't you think she's heard enough?”

The rolled eyes stung as he shot back, “I think she'd be picking on us if she'd heard any of that and I don't think that's why you said it.”

“Lover's quarrel already,” Nash perked, unfurling from the couch, “Movin’ a little fast there ain't ya?”

Den shot a glare so cold Nash shivered, “You got somewhere else you can flap those gums?”

Nash had no voice for response as Minara made the room screech. “Fixed it!” She popped, followed by, “no, no, wait.” Delmas shook his head and went to assist, greeted by an immediate, “She’s right.”

Adjusting the volume settings, Delmas managed to turn the screech into a low-pulsing drone—which was no less annoying—before he asked, “Who?”

Minara looked up to flare her bright yellow eyes, “Den won’t be mad. He jus’ don’ like secrets. So tell him.”

“Everyone hearin’ all my everythin’ today?” Delmas asked, any further whining lost to another squeal of feedback reverberating along the walls.

As it faded, Den called to him, “We’re leaving!” and locked a glare on Nash, “go help Min, and try to keep the place in one piece till we get back.”

Overrun by the need to needle, Nash asked, “Where you two goin’?”

Mirthless and sharper than any needle, Den smiled, “What, those ears just pick up what should be private?”

Waving his arms, Nash got off the couch, “Alright, alright. Shit,” he placated as he headed for the screen his sister stood at—ignoring the shrug Delmas offered as he passed, “Min, big brother's pickin’ on me.”

Without turning from her task, Minara clipped, “Maybe you need’a learn to watch your mouth.”

“Did I miss an alert or somethin’,” Nash asked, throwing his arms up, “when’d I become the punchin’ bag?”

Den was halfway down the hall when Delmas left the apartment, prickling in his worry. A worry that bled to panic as Minara found what he’d forgotten and a song unknown by even Savor’s most die-hard fans flooded the hall. Memories fought for purchase, painted by the warmth of a voice that moaned for him alone. But the colors were all wrong. And Den’s stiff back stripped the bright off every note.

[healloumi]

Loumi's 2022 art summary part 2: electric boogaloo

April was Sonic 2 month...did I draw anything for the movie? I tried to but I never finished it XD

Instead I must of been a shipping, pirate, mermaid mood cause I did both a Sonamy & Shadamy pieces.

I'm personally not too crazy about these ships anymore (I guess it's a case of I like their platonic dynamics more but the romance can be cute)

Dude, why the heck would I not draw the queen herself, Laura Apollodorus Hyginus La Mer for mermay???!!!! (may, duh)

you bet I drew my blue boi as a magical boi for his birthday (his name is Star Speed Sonic)- I absolutely adore this piece I'm so proud of myself (tip- listen to the Sonic 30th anniversary symphony if you wanna kill 2 hours, it's worth it!) (June)

I will admit I'm stupidly behind on Delicious Party Precure but Cure Spicy is def my favourite I love her so much!! (June)

IT WAS LAURA'S BIRTHDAY AT THE END OF JUNE SO YES I DID SOMEHOW PEAK AND MADE 3 AMAZING PEICES AT THE END OF THE MONTH I DON'T KNOW HOW???

When Toei refuses to make a Green Cure, you gotta do it yourself...

This my Delicious Party OC Cure Aroma/Kaori and her energy fairy Cha-Cha the Elephant. I uh....don't have much else to say... (July)

[hekateinhell]

First of all thank you so much for the ficlet you've written to my prompt . I love it so much. Nad it was.such a nice surprise, I literally finished the biggest exams of my life, I got home bone dead tired and saw that you answered my ask. You made me smile so much so thank you.

Lestat is so nervous about this and he's adorable. You really captured his tvl youth, the reckless courage and his insecurities at the same time, the awe that he's wanted by someone.

"Hadn’t given it much thought when he’d spotted pretty Eleni wearing this exact necklace in the tavern the previous night and asked her if there was any form of payment besides the monetary that she would accept in exchange. All Lestat had known then was that he wanted it."

==>> I can't believe Lestat saw a pretty necklace, thought about how pretty it would look on Armand, and promptly went off to eat another woman's pussy to get it 🤦 hopefully armand will never find out the origin of the necklace 👀 otherwise more claiming bites will appear on Lestat's body.

I like the part where Lestat was playing with the rosary in bed. Lestat is the type of guy to get thrilled by breaking rules and taboos. On the other hand, I couldn't get the image out of my head of Lestat counting pearls and going "He loves me, he loves me not" about a mermaid he can't communicate with 😂

The image of Armand laying between Lestat's legs (at dick height no less) will haunt me for eternity 🥵

I LOVE LESTAT'S POSSESSIVENESS with Mermand, like the weird doesn't even phase him anymore he just wants to belong to Mermand and to be loved by him. They're so precious to me, and their attempts to communicate with each other are adorable.

“There,” he whispered with absolute conviction, “Mine, now you’re mine too. All mine.” 

==>> They're married now 🥹🥹❤️

"But he swore the expression on its face softened as its tail fluttered below the surface, and it came to rest a cold cheek against the warmth of his inner thigh. Its nose pressing into the delicate crease where his leg met his groin as it gave a small shuddering breath against the coarse blond hairs."

==>> Mermand is such a cat, he reminds me of my own can rubbing off me when i come back from work. He's adorable.

But THAT'S WHERE HE PUTS HIS FACE AND HIS NOSE. GOD! Armand really is an oversexed street urchin panting for that blond menance in every universe. He wouldn't be himself otherwise.

The slightest upturn at the corner of its full mouth hinting at a smile as a clawed hand came to wrap around his cock, stroking it to full hardness almost immediately. 

==>> LMAO 🤣 ARMAND! You insatiable slut. For ONCE Lestat didn't have sex on his mind and Armand just jumped straight to it. Well it's the fault of the language barrier 🤷

Priapus, I spy a Priapus 🐠

Lestat calling Armand lovely is perfect 🥹

"For the first time, the creature didn’t seem particularly invested in ensuring Lestat’s spend entered its body through one manner or another. 

Puzzling, disappointing even. "

==>> It's gonna be less disappointing when you'll have dozens of mer babies swimming aroud your feet and you'll realize you've possibly got another batch on the way!! Vasectomy my dear Lestat is the way!

"a deep, rabid bite to the flesh of his inner thigh where the creature had been nuzzling so tenderly not a moment ago.

==>> Yandere Armand strikes again. At this rate Human Lestat will have bite scars all over his body. And these are real bites not 2 tiny holes left by a vampire

"Bends his head to kiss the creature's temple as the lavender blush on its face beginning to fade. Lestat’s own wild blond curls falling like a curtain over them, concealing them from the world, the pearl necklace around his neck draping down over the creature's skin. "

==>> ❤️❤️❤️ They're both wearing the necklaces, they're so tender with each other. They're perfect. Honestly I'l kill for someone to draw this EXACT paragraph, cause the visuals are stunning.

You should definitely post this ficlet on ao3!

aww omg thank you so much for this ao3 style comment! I am so happy I could brighten your day after a rough exam!!! 🥹💖 I'm in grad school atm so I know how it goes. I loved this prompt as soon as I saw it, it was so tender and I'm soft these days 🤧

You really captured his tvl youth, the reckless courage and his insecurities at the same time, the awe that he's wanted by someone.

oh man... I literally had TVL open in the other tab the entire time I was writing the og fic because I really wanted to evoke that characterization of Baby Lestat before he gets so hurt and jaded by the world, it means a lot that you noticed this!

can't believe Lestat saw a pretty necklace, thought about how pretty it would look on Armand, and promptly went off to eat another woman's pussy to get it

no lmao I think you can believe it, this is Lestat we're talking about! 🥹 I couldn't pass up the opportunity to let Lestat be a lil' slutty for a good cause, his canon sluttiness is something I love about him (and anything to give Armand more of an excuse to chomp down on him some more rip)

I like the part where Lestat was playing with the rosary in bed. Lestat is the type of guy to get thrilled by breaking rules and taboos. On the other hand, I couldn't get the image out of my head of Lestat counting pearls and going "He loves me, he loves me not" about a mermaid he can't communicate with

if there's an opportunity for religious imagery and a sense of blasphemy I'm going to take it 😂 and omg STOP LMAO THAT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE (he doesn't know the words but he does love you Lestat, I promise 🤧)

The image of Armand laying between Lestat's legs (at dick height no less) will haunt me for eternity

same same, it was the very first image in my head when I thought about your prompt, who's surprised?

I LOVE LESTAT'S POSSESSIVENESS with Mermand, like the weird doesn't even phase him anymore he just wants to belong to Mermand and to be loved by him.

SOBBING yes you get it!! he just wants that intimacy and connection so desperately, he wants to throw himself into this creature literally and figuratively. And possessive!Lestat is one of my faves in canon ("My Louis", "My Armand"? PLEASE 🥵)

They're married now 🥹🥹❤️

100% 😌💖

Lestat don't go putting your head under anymore skirts okay

Armand really is an oversexed street urchin panting for that blond menance in every universe. He wouldn't be himself otherwise.

HE'S SO DOWN BAD FOR LESTAT IN EVERY REALITY LMAO IT'S THE FUCKING EMBARRASSMENT OF MY FANDOM LIFE (also I love it and I'm as obsessed with them as Armand is with Lestat)

he just craves Lestat's pheromones and body heat, he wants to curl up inside him 🥹

For ONCE Lestat didn't have sex on his mind and Armand just jumped straight to it.

sex IS their primary form of communication at this point, Armand's connecting with him the only way he knows how to right now 🤧 like "oh, a present? here, this is how I say thank you!"

It's gonna be less disappointing when you'll have dozens of mer babies swimming aroud your feet and you'll realize you've possibly got another batch on the way!!

asjekdkdj Lestat better find a way to get that fishing boat/start living his best pirate life to feed all those tiny mouths with their little fangs!

Yandere Armand strikes again. At this rate Human Lestat will have bite scars all over his body. And these are real bites not 2 tiny holes left by a vampire

HE WILL.

I really wanted to convey the difference between a Mermand!bite and our traditional vampire bites, so my brain just went "wildcat bite." He's vicious, he's a predator, he can break bones with his jaws if he wanted! @birdblacksocialclub did such a fucking amazing job of capturing the exact quality of the bites as I imagined them in my head, I was beside myself!! 😭🥵🖤

They're both wearing the necklaces, they're so tender with each other. They're perfect. Honestly I'l kill for someone to draw this EXACT paragraph, cause the visuals are stunning.

that was my last minute addition when I was thinking "okay, now how do I push this over the top with sweetness" because it was important to me to convey that something's progressed here — they can be comfy and content together — so I'm so glad it had the intended effect! They deserve it and we deserve to see it, and it made my heart so happy to write it 🥹

I have one more mermaid prompt to fill and then I think I'll combine this one and that one and x-post them to ao3 for easier access and bookmarking purposes! Thank you again for the feedback, it's always so lovely to know what I'm doing right! ❤️