#MER AU MY BELOVED

[somebluemelodies]

almost gave up on writing this bc all my progress got deleted over a couple weeks ago but i am nothing if not determined (read: a stubborn shit) so i finally came back to rewrite cross-posted to ao3 here :>

As a kid, Roier was obsessed with the sea. He loved everything about it. Including the merfolk.

Every book about mer and their lore he could get a hold of, he read. They fascinated him to no end.

It's why he's never trusted the Federation. Why he never told his abuelo about his fascination. Roier knows what they do to the mer they capture.

His abuelo is a long-time Federation officer, and he remembers overhearing many a work-related discussion at night when he was younger, or reading his classified documents when he wasn't home.

The Federation "studies" mer, asking people that if they ever see a mer, to report the sighting to an officer. And by that, they experiment. All under the guise they preach to the public of "studying" them.

(Deepsea mer get it the worst. Labelled as aggressive, human-killing monsters, the Federation has made everyone fearful of them. Roier pushes everything he's ever read about a captured deepsea mer to the far back of his mind.)

(Surely they can't be that bad, can they?)

When Roier was old enough, he took off to live a life on the sea. A pirate, if you will, because that's what the Federation calls everyone smart enough to not conform to their overbearing ways. And he's been thoroughly enjoying his life ever since.

As it stands currently, he and the rest of the crew - friends, really - have been docked for a few days now for reparation and selling purposes. He tries to ignore the fact there's a plethora of Federation officers wandering the town, with a base of operations just outside of it, and instead spends much of his time wandering up and down the beach.

It's what he's doing this late afternoon. About to walk past a cave, a slight glint in his peripherals has him glancing into the mouth of the cave and freezing in his tracks.

Roier finds himself staring at a mer, who appears to be tangled in a net. Their tail almost looks black, but under the light of the sunset, he realizes the scales are actually the deepest emerald green he's ever seen. Looking around to make sure no one - no officer - is watching him, he slips inside.

His boots in the shallow water catch the attention of the mer, whose head snaps up at the sound. Piercing blue eyes almost seem to glow in the dim light, glaring daggers at him, and Roier freezes, holding his hands up. "I just want to help! I'm not here to hurt you or something. Can I help you?"

(Can the merman even understand him?)

The silent question is answered by the snarl on the mer's face gradually dropping, followed by a hesitant nod. His eyes continue to follow Roier closely, though, who tries to mask his surprise at the fact he's just been comprehended by a mer.

Kneeling next to the mer, he's able to make out more detail. Most notably, a bunch of scars, be it a long, thin one stretching across the bridge of his nose or the sheer amount littering his arms.

(It looks like there are more on his torso, but his arm is covering the lower half. Alarmingly, Roier swears he sees red underneath, too.)

(One step at a time.)

Roier pulls out his dagger, and starts the process of carefully cutting the merman free from the net. While doing so, he notices one signature detail of the net.

It's white.

"Did the Federation try to capture you?" he asks, sparing a brief glance up at the merman's handsome face. "And you managed to escape?"

(Focus. Focus.)

The mer nods. Roier sighs. "Fucking hate those guys, man."

He perks up a bit, as if to say "you too?" and the pirate offers a small smile in turn. But it fades after a moment. "I know what they do to you guys. It's not fair."

Silence befalls them, save for the slicing of his dagger against the net. It takes a bit, but he's finally able to pull the netting off of the mer and toss it off to the side.

The mer looks some semblance of thankful, although it turns to a grimace when he goes to move his arm that's been wrapped around his stomach this whole time, and it resumes its original place.

Roier frowns. "You're hurt. Let me see."

He doesn't move his arm, though, and it takes Roier gently prying it away so he can inspect the damage. Doing so reveals some type of stab wound, but from what, he isn't quite sure. It's not life-threatening, that much he also knows, but it's certainly bad enough to warrant concern.

(And he's very concerned.)

But he quickly realizes yet another problem. Said problem being that he has no medical supplies on him. Granted, he could go back to the ship for some, but that means either running into another member of the crew or worse... someone else stumbling upon this mer.

(Is it worth the risk?)

"Okay, bad news," he speaks up again. "I don't have any supplies to help you on me, but I might be able to--"

Roier is cut off by watching the mer reach for a satchel he didn't even realize the latter had. "Oh, shit-- Do you have your own supplies?"

The merman nods, but before he can take out any of the supplies on his own, the pirate is reaching out to take the satchel. "I can help you again," he offers. "It'll be a lot easier than trying to fix yourself, you know?"

He seems surprised by the offer, but holds out the satchel after a few moments, watching him with a look Roier can't quite decipher.

(Apprehension? Fondness? Incredulousness?)

(All he knows is those bright eyes are a lot less scary than they've been made out to be.)

The patching-up process takes a little longer than the untangling, and Roier has to light up the lantern he brought with him now that the sun has set, but he finally finds himself wrapping the mer's torso, sitting back slightly on his knees to inspect his work. "I think that should do it. Just... be careful, okay?"

Another nod, and Roier takes another few moments to study him. Between the glowing eyes and the scars, the slight rips in some of his fins, thinking about his initial attitude...

"Are you a deepsea mer?" he asks after a beat.

The mer freezes, watching him closely and seeming to scan him for any signs of hostility. Roier only looks back at him, though, making no subtle movements, and he finally nods slowly.

Roier hums. "I figured. But for all the Federation talk about you guys being ugly monsters... you look like the opposite." The merman looks stunned. "You're... very pretty, you know? Handsome."

(Beautiful, even.)

It's his turn to be surprised when the mer smiles for the first time. A relatively small smile, but one nevertheless, and it's one that makes something warm start to bloom in his chest, everything feeling just a little fuzzy.

The mer then picks up his satchel again, rummaging through it until he pulls something out. He grabs one of Roier's hands, holding it up and gently placing something smooth in his palm before closing his fingers around it.

(Roier mourns the loss of the brief contact, and then immediately mentally kicks himself in the ass for the fact.)

("Please be careful, okay?" Another nod.)

With the high tide coming into the cave, the merman is able to start making his way out with relative ease, sparing a brief glance back to Roier and waving before disappearing under the water with a glint of emerald under the moonlight.

For several moments, he stands there in silence, processing. And then, he looks down at his hand, opening it.

A sizeable piece of dark green sea glass rests in his palm, and he can't help the smile that etches its way onto his face.

The pirate carefully pockets it, and, on his way back to the ship, can only hope to whatever god is listening that this isn't the end, but only something just beginning.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

real quick. to the the anon in my inbox a few weeks back asking about how free use medic came to be the agreed-upon method of stress relief for the whole of 141: i love you, you're perfect, i'm not ignoring you; i am drafting in direct response. several things.

at the anon who sent me the ask minutes ago about a particular au with Soap: good god. good god. i have 8 solid hours of meetings tomorrow and that's all i'm gonna be thinking about. thank you for the brain rot. rip.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

mer!danny and newlyturnedmer!damian have to swim from Amity Island on the west to Gotham on the east coast, all the while evading hordes of pursuers

And boy is it going to be difficult as fuck.

Danny thought he was handling everything just fine. No drownings in his long six-month career as Phantom, and suddenly when he's finally getting it together, guess which rich ass himbo and his spoilt rich son came to ruin everything.

And now as Danny leans over Damian Wayne's cold lips and still chest, his own body heaving heaving and out of breath from what feels like hours of CPR, Danny's got no choice but to bite the bullet.

He just hopes they can both get back home without ending up on the dissection table.

credit to @hermit-scribe-vibe, @brekitten and @bucketorandomness

more detalles below!

They can't swim back to Amity, because by this point it's infested with patrol baots from the GiW, who have convinced Bruce to let them have free reign in the search to rescue his son (bruce is investigating the hell out of them in the meantime) They can't phone bruce or danny's friends because phones dont work underwater, and this is early in danny's career, so team phantom don't have as much tech as they would normally have

They can't just swipe a phone from a tourist from wherever (the image of Damian rising from below like a horror movie monster, the feral child, is hilarious tho) because Damian's vocal cords have been irrevocably altered and he can only speak in clikcs and trills now ^^ (Danny isn't affected as much because he's a teenager and more developed, thus can speak english in mer form)

And they are constnatly being chased by the GiW, atlanteans, and other villains along the way :D Some ideas for how they get there: A: They swim through the Panama fucking Canal and somehow don't get caught and/or skewered B: They go south into South America, potentially through the Magellan Straight or wrapping around the southern tip, or you could even have Danny turn human, pick Damian up and they continue their journey through the Amazon

C: They go north into the NorthWest Passage, which is insanely dangerous, cold and sparse of (vegetarian) food, but it's much more fificult for their pursuers too D: THEY SWIM WEST AND GO ACROSS THE FUCKING WORLD BABY!!!

[emry-stars-art]

I said I was gonna give freshwater Drew some m&ms and I am here to deliver

One shot here

[kakushino]

Meet cute

Tomioka Giyuu x Mer! GN! Reader

Nothing was more terrifying than having Death on your tail.

Tags: Modern AU, Mer AU (human char x mer reader) Word count: 489

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AN: First in a series of drabbles/snippets of Mer AU I brainrotted with my friends hehe~ Water painted by Ivan Aivazovsky (1817 - 1900)

Nothing was more terrifying than having Death on your tail.

It was just your luck that a pod of Death happened upon your coral reef, and you had just offered your abode to a kind octopus with fries to her name.

Weaving between the kelp off the side of your reef seemed to have confused them enough to allow you to swim to the shallows. You knew that would hardly stop them, powerful fins and agile bodies giving them the ability to strike right to the tide line – no further, lest they beach themselves-

A high-pitched sound reached your ears, interrupting your current of thought, and your heart fell into your stomach.

You poured all your energy into speed. Time was of the essence, they were getting closer, you could hear them now. You were surrounded. The only way out was out.

With the last of your power, and what the shallow water allowed you, you slid up the sandbank, just barely at the high tide line.

It wouldn’t keep you safe.

Strange echo of waves spurred your panicked crawling up the sand – the surface broke, water crashed – your keening song short, cut off – scorching hot hands grabbed your biceps and pulled.

Your back stung in direct sunlight, dorsal fin flapping to the side uncomfortably, pelvic fins scratched up. The sand hurt against your scales as they dried against the heated ground, much quicker than what was natural, but it was better than being torn apart for sport by Death.

You didn’t even look at what pulled you ashore, just rolled up, up, up the beach away from Death. You caught the sight of it retreating to the waters, and shade covered you as the heated hands dropped your arms.

Now far on land, your gills stuck closed, and you breathed hard through your mouth. The adrenaline made your limbs shake. Mind scrambled, eyes searching the surface for the damned black fins that were sure to appear when a pod of Death was nearby.

Nothing.

The sand near your hands moved.

Your head whipped around to look at what – who – dragged you from your demise.

A beautiful human was at your side, its own breathing slowing down from the mad dash to freedom. Long dark hair - messy, as if seawater caused it to dry like that; ruddy blush high on his cheeks – from the sun? from helping you? Skin so light and bright, covered in salt from your home, sparkly even in the shade.

Its eyes opened and the colour of the sea stared back at you.

You were speechless. Had you seen such a mer back home, you would have stayed.

“What are you?” it spoke at last – or he? His voice was deeper than a female mer, so you would say it was a he. The information helped you none because you didn’t understand a lick of his human song.

Well, you beached yourself. Now what?

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Legend: Death = orca / killer whale (TBA)

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

Honorary mentions: @starrierknight-main @aikugo @arlertdarling @mydarlingdahlia @glitchtricks94 (lmk if you want to be untagged)

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[existentialcrisis-9-5]

DCA Subnautica Au References: Y/N

yes, I know I said the next thing I'd post about the AU was the fic itself (edit: which is linked in my bio), but I figured this might be good information

Front

Back

So, the little backstory for Y/N:

They were originally an archivist (and are just generally a huge nerd). On one occasion they got sent to a new colony to, you guessed it! Archive!! The ship never made it to its destination though, and an emergency landing had to be made on a nearby unoccupied planet. It was kinda chaos until Y/N piped up and explained the few things they knew about both the planet and surviving with minimal technology. This calmed the panic and rescue was eventually received with no losses.

This happened 3 more times before Y/N decided they should probably learn more about survival and crashes. They ended up being really good at it, and even got a “job” with Alterra (they need to pay off the debt) as a “survival expert”. Crew like to keep them around as a lucky charm, so if a crash does happen, everyone should get off Scott-free, but passengers aren’t too fond of someone who’s been in so many crashes coming aboard the same ship as them.

And that’s what they were doing on the Aurora.

[pepart]

Mer!bros doodle

[uniformshark]

Birthday boy in merman form because it brings me joy 💙

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Gojo as a merman. He's of the deep-sea kind: pale and light colored, with pale blue eyes sensitive to bright daylight. Because of this, he only surfaces at nighttime-- that is, until Y/N gets him a pair of sunglasses.

ANONNNNNN YOU’RE A FUCKING GENIUS i’ve been brainstorming ideas for mer!gojo but here we have it….. that’s him…….. i can see him wearing sunglasses SO clearly 😭😭 i feel like he’s super fond of humans (unlike sugu)… probably pretends to be a normal guy and shows his upper body while tourists are taking a dip in the ocean…. flirts with men and women swimming by……… reveals his tail to crying children super sneakily so that they’ll stop crying and cheer up…. parents laugh when their children point to him and call him “mister mermaid” meanwhile he just grins and puts a finger to his lip teasingly <33 it’s their little secret!!!

no but he would actually be soooo cute and charming….. he wants to be human so bad he wants to explore!!! LOVES being a merman but like…. he wants to go on land and eat all the sweets he sees everyone munch on….. :((( mer!gojo is the most susceptible to a little mermaid-esque plot where he turns into seafoam at the end LMAO thankfully he has suguru and shoko to keep him in check!! doesn’t stop him from interacting with humans though…… he just wants to have fun <3

[basilbots]

Mer Eclipse but Baby

[nnnnnnnothingtoseehere]

Morning light

[somebluemelodies]

@atthebell's SPIDERBIT WEEK DAY FIVE: weed fic | mermaids spiderbit mermaid au's are so personal to me i'm actually obsessed with them

There's a storm above the water when Cellbit surfaces. It's wreaking havoc on the surface, tall waves pushing him up and down and rocking him back and forth, making it hard to survey his surroundings.

It worries him. It's not the first storm he's ever seen, and he knows it won't be the last, but that's not it. The familiar ship is gone from the dock, and that's what worries him.

Because it means he's out there somewhere, in the midst of this chaos.

He shouldn't care about humans, he knows that. And he doesn't! For the most part. Only one, really.

(Roier. He likes the way the name sounds. It's perfect, just like its owner.)

And he really, really cares about that one. So much so that he feels fuzzy and warm at the mere thought of him. So much so that he could spend his whole life just listening to him talk about what makes him happy. So much so that the time between their meetings makes his heart ache with longing.

(He's in love. But he'd never admit that aloud. It's not like they can be together. Not unless...

He wouldn't do that to his human. His human friend. Friend.)

To try and quell the worrying quickly brewing in his chest, he takes off away from the land, deeper into the ocean. The downpour makes it hard to see ahead, the booming of thunder makes it hard to focus, but he persists. He has a mission.

Roaring oranges and yellows in the distance create a beacon against the gray, drawing him forward. The closer he gets, he starts to hear shouting over the rainfall. The crackling of flickering flames.

There's two ships, but only one is burning. He sees people fighting. Pirates and masked figures in all white. He sees people running.

He sees him.

His beloved human is a fighter it seems, battling two of the strange figures. And he's quite the fighter, making the whole thing look admirably easy as his weapon - a cutlass, Roier said it was - disarms one of the figures, knocking its body to the floorboards.

Life has always been eerily good at changing in the blink of an eye, though. And it happens in a flash.

Lightning ignites the sky, a deafening clap of thunder following. The ship rocks a little too hard, throwing Roier off his balance as he's nearly thrown overboard.

And then the second figure, that hellish, disgusting, wretched thing, strikes. Cellbit can't see it, but he can see his human's face, the way it contorts in pain, and he knows.

And he's mortified.

(Not his human. Not Roier. Not his Roier.)

The monster draws its weapon back, and it's stained, dripping red. And like the heartless thing it must be, it and its recovered ally send him toppling overboard, into the stormy sea.

Cellbit feels like he's been shocked, shooting back under the water and zipping forward, searching.

He finds Roier, bleeding crimson into the sea from a spot that looks way too close to his heart as he sinks down, down, down, pulled deeper and deeper by the waves.

He grabs Roier, who seems momentarily stunned to see him. There's a hand on his face, then, and Cellbit trills, nearly melting into the touch, but then Roier's eyes flutter shut and he immediately remembers he's running against the clock.

They're too far from land now. Cellbit could only keep him above the surface for so long. Only one option saves him from an untimely fate.

He pulls Roier deeper, away from the chaos near the surface, and towards the seafloor. And, cradling his face in both webbed hands, kisses him, praying to a god he doesn't quite believe in that it isn't too late for his magic to run its course.

(Maybe it's selfish. But he doesn't care. If it means keeping him breathing, keeping him alive, he'd choose this a million times over.)

He feels energy. Powerful, almost overwhelming energy. Then, white envelops them.

When the white finally begins to dissipate, only then does he pull away, only just enough. Cellbit sees shimmering deep reds and blues in his peripheral, no more bleeding, too, but he focuses on Roier's face.

He sees newfound gills flare, and then Roier gasps sharply, eyes shooting open. He's off-balance, kicking a tail instead of legs, and he realizes it quickly, eyes widening. "What the fuck?!"

Cellbit steadies him, hands on his waist, and only then does Roier seem to fully notice he's there. "What did you do..?"

"It was the only way to keep you alive," Cellbit answers, and God, does finally being able to speak to him ignites something in his heart. "I didn't want you to die. I couldn't let you die."

Roier seems to have the same thought process as him, as instead of further questioning his new state first, an awed smile starts to cross his face. "You can talk to me."

"Well, you're like me now."

"Shit, man, how did you do that?"

Cellbit flushes. "I... I believe you call it a kiss?"

He goes to pull after a few moments, sheepish as Roier processes, but then Roier's arms are around his neck, and he blushes deeper. "Is that so?"

Cellbit nods slowly, and then their eyes lock. Roier moves an arm from around his neck, hand once again cupping his face with a gentleness that makes him feel weak all over. His voice is soft, and Cellbit wonders if his heart is about to beat out of his chest. "Can I return the favor?"

Cellbit's eyes widen, flickering down to Roier's lips. "You can..."

(Since when were his feelings reciprocated?)

(Since when was this possible?)

The latter hums, smiling. "Perfect."

He tilts Cellbit's face up, and they both let their eyes close, closing the gap between them.

The kiss is soft, almost tentative, but there's no trace of franticness to be found anymore. No panic, no fear, no worry.

Euphoria floods their veins, and the chaos is forgotten.

(...who was Cellbit to question this?)

There's a lot to figure out. But they'll do it. They'll make it work like they have thus far.

Together.

[bluevelvetea]

First piece for @rengafreefall bang ✨

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It's for infinitely_chasing_madness' (@infinitelychasingmadness) fic 'out of the blue' that you can now read on Ao3 right here!

It was an honor working with you and I'm so looking forward to reading the whole first chapter now! Thank you for the super cool opportunity to draw something a little out of my usual comfort zone and actually coloring something for once!

[saltyfryz]

MER ECLIPSE MER ECLIPSE

BABY ALERT!!

[imjustherefortheshipping]

Happy mer-may for all the mer-au enjoyers out there

[cebwrites]

mers who love a human so much they're willing to leave the comfort and safety of the water

mers who partake in human culture just to feel closer to their human

a man that misses his mer so much he swims as often as he can because it reminds him of them

he hasn't seen them in forever and yet they're still his home