#Micro mermaid

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First meeting

[3473-warrior]

Diamond - September 1 - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 509

“Are you sure it was this beach, James?”

“I’m positive! It had to have been.” James looked around at the vast expanse of rocks and cliffs running down the side of the beach. He knew he had found it at this beach specifically because of the rock formations. One of them looked like a curled up lion if you looked closely enough.

“James, I don’t think you’re gonna find it,” Remus spoke, stepping up beside him. “There’s hundreds of beaches this side of Wales and 85% of them have cliffs and rock piles.”

“I know it was this one though. If you had seen it, you would want to find it too, Remus.”

“James, I’m sorry,” Peter spoke up, “but fish don’t just climb out of the water to sunbathe.”

“It wasn’t a fish!”

“Mate, you were very specific on the fact that there were scales. So specific in fact, that they apparently sparkled like a diamond.”

“Because they did!”

“Okay, then why isn’t there a fish or a group of scales somewhere?”

“It couldn’t have been a fish!”

“James-”

“It spoke, Remus. I heard voices, and right before I walked around the rocks, there was a splash.” James looked towards the rock pile to his left. He knew that it had been there. He wasn’t crazy!

“James, mate, I think you’ve been watching too many pirate movies again,” Peter laughed, clapping him on the back. “It’s a good joke, but we aren’t falling for it a second time.” Peter headed towards the trail leading back to the cars. “Now, are we going to get lunch or spend the other half of this day scouring every beach in the vicinity for James’ mystery mermaid?”

“James, mate, we aren’t gonna find anything out here. Can we please just go get lunch?”

“You two go ahead. I can catch up later.” Remus sighed heavily but accepted with a turn and nod of his head. After they drove off in Peter’s car, James made his way over to the rocks. “Please, I know that you’re there. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He took a seat on the dry patch and prayed to any god that would listen. “I know that I’m not crazy. Please, prove that I’m not.” James’ head ducked down. Oh, who was he kidding? He could talk himself into a bloody spiral trying to come up with a logical explanation for the shimmer. That is probably all it had been honestly, a glimmer off of the water.

A soft crumbling sound caused James to glance back towards the cliffs. The rocks were shifting and settling like they always were from the beat of the waves. Looking back at the water, he blinked when his hazel eyes locked onto soft, curious grey ones. They flowed down into a tail of dark greens and bright blues that did indeed sparkle, but nothing compared to those soft, grey eyes that had yet to look away from him.

“Hello,” James spoke softly, and the beautiful creature started to rise from the water.

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A gorgeous mermaid dress.

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Friends out of water Chapter 3: Spice Level: High

Forest placed the fish bowl containing Ana on the edge of the bathroom sink. She peered up at him as he disrobed. She frowned when he kept his boxers on. She felt doubt creep into her mind. *Does he not like me? Am I too weird for him?* She thought to herself. While Ana wanted to be close to him and be intimate, she also felt like she had to. She felt she had to keep him interested to prevent him from growing bored.

She pushed her doubt to the side, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she gave him a playful smirk and gestured to his boxers.

"Isn't it a bit unfair?" Ana teased, her voice laced with humor and a hint of challenge. "Here I am, baring my soul—and scales—to the world while you're all covered up."

Forest looked at her in surprise. "Oh! You wanted to do more than cuddle?"

Ana deflated a bit at this. "Well, yeah... unless... is it me? Do you not want me?" Ana felt her face burn with rejection and her eyes tear up. It's not like this was their first time; they had been very active with each other before her shrinking. Maybe he thought being with her in her current state was weird.

"No! I mean, I DO want you! I just... didn't want to assume that's what you wanted." Forest stumbled over his words, trying to backtrack on his mistake.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. With a swift motion, Forest Slid the shorts down his legs, stepping out of them with casual ease. He stood before her, unabashed and completely exposed, a soft grin playing on his lips. "There all fair."

Ana's gaze traveled the length of his body, taking in his beauty. It had been too long since she had seen him completely.

"Much better," she murmured, her voice lower than before.

Forest reached out, his finger dipping into her bowl and stroking down her back and down along her tail. Ana shivered in delight. She averted her eyes briefly before looking back at him through lowered lashes.

Forest grinned and removed his hand, earning a sound of protest from Ana. He then picked up her bowl and stepped into the warm water of his bath. He wished he had a bigger bath, but he'd make a duo with what he had.

He settled into the bathtub and set Ana's bowl on its side, letting Ana go into the water.

Forest leaned back in the tub, watching Ana swim around free. He watched in fascination and growing arousal as his little mermaid glided through the water with confidence, her movements fluid and purposeful as she closed the distance between them.

"Ana," Forest breathed out, his voice laced with anticipation.

"Shh," she whispered, placing a delicate webbed hand on his thigh. She was so tiny, his thigh towering over her.

With deliberate slowness, Ana pressed her scaled belly against his arousal, the coarse texture of her mermaid form contrasting against his smooth skin. She moved against him in a steady rhythm. Each undulation of her tiny hips brought a new wave of sensation, leaving him breathless.

Forest's hand hovered over her, hesitant at first, unsure how to engage with their size difference without causing harm. But as Ana continued her tender ministrations, he gave in to the moment. His fingers traced down her delicate back and down her tail. He continued to caress her scales, trying to figure out how to increase their shared pleasure.

His hips bucked, seeking more of her touch, in response she wrapped her tail around his length, and continued to stroke him with her miniature hands.

"Ana," Forest groaned, caressing her scaled body. He wanted to give her pleasure in return but feared hurting her in his aroused state. "You're driving me mad."

"That's the point." Ana purred up at him, squeezing him between gasping breaths.

Forest shuddered at her words, pleasure coiling tight within him. He wrapped his hand around her waist, sliding his finger down her scaled belly, his fingers finding the tiny slit of her cloaca. Ana gasped, hips jerking as he stroked her.

"Two can play that game," Forest said, grinning.

******

After their lovemaking, Forest lay on his side in the cooling water. His head propped up on his hand. Ana, her tiny form curled up against his pec. He stroked her hair, marveling at how soft the strands felt between his fingers.

"I love taking care of you," he said. "You're so small and delicate. I never want anything to happen to you."

"I know," Ana said, placing a tiny hand over his thumb.

Forest raised his hand from the water, cupping her close. "I'll always keep you safe."

"Forest," she began, her voice soft but resolute, "would you be able to request any time off soon?"

He leaned closer, his brow knitting in concern at the tone of her inquiry. "Why? What's on your mind?"

Ana hesitated, her gaze steady. "I need to find my clan," she admitted, the vulnerability clear in her eyes. They might have the answers I seek—things about how this happened to me."

Forest's hand paused, his touch lingering near the base of her tail. "Is there a way for you to contact them without going out in the ocean?" he asked, his tone turning worried. "You're so small, Ana. You'd just be bait out there."

She frowned. "But I can't stay like this; I need to go. I need you to take me out there." Ana tried to reason. "You could stay on the boat; I'd be fine."

Forest scowled at her. "Why would I stay on the boat and let you swim out in the ocean? Something would eat you, Ana!"

Ana felt flustered, "Well, I don't know what my clan would do to you if you were in the water with me. Maybe I could be in glass container of some sort?"

Forest stared at her in disbelief. "I'm not taking you out there like this. One, it's too dangerous, and two, you'd think your clan would....kill me?"

Ana deflated at this. "I.....well...We could try to contact my friend. She's a mermaid, too, and has been on land recently. I have her contact information; she doesn't like to be bothered, and she doesn't like humans..."

Forest huffed in amusement. "Why didn't you suggest that first? Thats a safer plan, I can help you with that."

Ana felt a rush of relief. "Well, I don't think she'd know anything about this."

"But she might know who to ask?" Forest prompted.

Ana gave a sheepish nod.

******

Ana was back in her tiny fish bowl as Forest carried her back to her tank.

"Back to your kingdom, my little siren," Forest murmured with an affectionate smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He quickly and gently wrapped his hand around her tiny form, lifting her out of the bowl. Ana gasped, and her gills worked to bring in breath. But she leaned into his palm, trusting him.

Ana watched the water rise to meet her. As Forest gently submerged her into the depths of her aquatic home, a trail of tiny bubbles danced around them like a celebratory farewell. She could not help but admire how his fingers unfurled beneath the surface, setting her free yet remaining close enough to ensure her safety.

Feeling playful, Ana swam away from Forest's grasp and then broke the water's surface with her tail, flinging water up at him, which earned her a surprised laugh.

"Hey!" He tried to sound stern but couldn't contain his grin. "No splashing."

Ana poked her head out of the water, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You love it."

Forest shook his head, chuckling. "You little minx."

"I try my best." Ana swam up to nip at his knuckle, sharp, tiny teeth grazing his skin. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine. "Go to bed, Ana; I love you."

In the corner of the aquarium, Ana found solace among the swaying forms of the water plants and the gentle hum of the filtration system. Curling up, she allowed herself to drift in the weightlessness, her eyes fixed on Forest's silhouette beyond the glass.

Ana's eyelids grew heavy, the events of the evening—a tapestry of desire and tenderness—replaying in her mind. 

Chapter 4

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Would y’all be interested in a gacha style 2 stage ych. Where it’s randomly rolled what the character gets turned into

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A micro may/mermay/mayternity commission for Mashterpotato on discord!

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Dating Someone Who "Doesn't See Color" Until It's A Black Ariel

You know what's wild? Finding out your boyfriend has an issue with Black representation while you, his Black girlfriend, are sitting right there.

We were having a normal Tuesday night, scrolling through TikTok together when a clip from the new Little Mermaid came up. Halle Bailey was singing "Part of Your World" (absolutely killing it, by the way), and I was getting emotional because - hello - we finally got a Black Disney princess who isn't a frog for 90% of the movie.

Then my boyfriend said it: "I don't get why they had to change her. The original was perfect. It's like they're just doing this to be different."

I literally felt my body freeze. Here I am, a Black woman, sitting next to someone I'm dating, while he complains about a Black woman being cast as a fictional character.

The Layers of This Moment:

Let me break down what it feels like to hear your white boyfriend complain about a Black Ariel:

It's personal (because hello, I'm right here?)

It's hurtful (so what other "changes" bother you?)

It's revealing (oh, so this is who you are)

It's exhausting (here we go again)

The Conversation That Followed:

Me: "What do you mean 'change her'?"

Him: "You know what I mean. The original is classic. Why do they have to change everything these days?"

Me: "So a mermaid can be half-fish but can't be Black?"

Him: "That's not what I'm saying. You're making this about race."

Sir. YOU made it about race.

The Personal Hit Different:

You want to know what really got me? While he's sitting there complaining about "forced diversity," he's literally dating a Black woman. Make it make sense.

It made me question:

Does he see me as an exception?

Is he okay with Black people as long as we stay in our "lane"?

How does he talk about race when I'm not around?

Does he even understand why this matters to me?

The Uncomfortable Questions:

I started thinking about:

All the times he said he "doesn't see color"

When he dismissed conversations about representation

His "jokes" about certain movies being "too diverse"

How he never quite understood my experiences

The way he'd minimize racial discussions

When It Got Personal:

I tried explaining to him: "Do you understand that when you complain about a Black Ariel, you're basically saying people who look like me shouldn't take up these spaces? That your girlfriend, a Black woman, shouldn't be seen in these roles?"

His response? "You're being too sensitive. It's just a movie."

It's never just a movie.

What It Revealed:

If he couldn't understand why a Black Ariel matters to me:

Does he really see me?

Does he understand my experiences?

Would he stand up for me?

Does he respect my culture?

Will he ever really get it?

The Reality Check:

Dating someone who claims to love you but has an issue with people who look like you being represented is a special kind of hurt.

It's like saying: "I love you as an individual, but people like you should know their place."

Why It Mattered:

As a Black woman:

I grew up rarely seeing myself in princess movies

I never got to be Ariel in playground games

I was always told certain roles "weren't for me"

I had to fight to feel represented

I deserved better than someone who couldn't understand that

The Break Up:

When I ended things, he said I was "making everything about race."

No, baby. YOU made it about race when you couldn't handle a Black mermaid while dating a Black woman.

What I Learned:

Sometimes racism comes in "preferences"

Dating a Black person doesn't make you anti-racist

"I don't see color" actually means "I don't see you"

Your partner should understand why representation matters to you

Some differences aren't about opinion - they're about respect

To my Black girls dating non-Black people: You deserve someone who celebrates all of you, who understands why representation matters, and who would never make you feel like you need to shrink yourself or justify your existence in any space.

And to my ex: Halle Bailey ate that role up. Die mad about it.

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Under the sea~

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My website (+ where else to find me!)

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the sea called my name

it whispered secrets I had hidden and disowned

I let it

take me

move me

change me

instead of fighting to stay above water

I let it drown me

Softly

Quietly

until I molded into blue

Lauren Mackenzie 

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Monster March 2024- Day 12- Naga/Lamia- Adjacent- Moray Eel Micro-Mermaids.

A Prince Charming for Princess

Based off of A Moray- Which is a spoof of "That's Amore" by Dean Martin. And Morays are really just a different kind of nope rope in the sea.

As always, thanks to @borealwrites for their amazing Monster March 2024 Prompt List.

Monster March 2024- Day 12- Naga/Lamia 

Adjacent. Watersnake /Eel micro mermaid. 

That's a Moray 

Pedro flicked the lights on and off in rapid succession to let his collection know it was feeding time as everyone eagerly partially hung out of their hides to let him know that they were more than ready to eat. 

Predro began to sing one of his favorite songs on feeding day. 

‘That’s a Moray’ which was sung in the style of ‘That’s Amore’ by Dean Martin. 

Pedro knew his voice wasn’t as smooth as Dean Martin. But it was still fun. 

“You're snorkeling beside a reef, you think it's safe, but think again…” Pedro began to sing as he fed his moray micro mermaids in their tanks around his tank room. 

“While you're just swimming around, and you see fangs and a frown, that's a moray!” He cooed to see his morays smile at him as he dropped their food into the tank. 

“You were minding your biz and you hope he minds his, that's a moray.” He offered as he fed the older ones first. 

“He's an Eel, not a friendly seal, and you start to feel that's it's really the end now. You can't run, it's no longer fun, life, it could be done, this is a really bad weekend now. You're to scared to move, He sees you, you're seafood now that's a moray.” He continued to serenade as he watched his elderly moray micro mermaids do their best to devour their food. Bless their little hearts. 

“Better not stick around, or a you- going down, that's for sure, you have got to get gone, cause you're just a big prawn in his doorway. You should flee or. You're gonna be chicken under the sea for a moray.” He cooed as the older, cranky ones grabbed as much food as they could carry and slipped back to the comfort of their caves. 

“You are frozen like a stone, floating there all alone, with a moray, a moray. Your poor heart starts to pound. As he stares you down like a gourmand, like a gourmet. Does he want to bite. Does he want to fight? How's his appetite? Your whole life flashes by you. Why you stay? He don't want to play, live another day, that moray he don't like you.” Pedro cooed as he pointed to his most favorite and crankiest of older moray males who he was sure was living for pure spite, who managed to flip Pedro off between heaving mouthfuls of food as Pedro barked a laugh and waved in response before shaking his head as the older one managed to get his food back to his cave. 

“What a you gonna do now, you're a facing the jowls. Of a moray? Of a moray? If you back away slow, maybe he let a you go try and see. As you drift towards the shore. You're in danger no more! Huh! Guess you ok. You face death and you live, you can a tell your grandkids the great store-any of your day with a moray!” Pedro finished with his older ones and went to his current breeders who seemed eager to be fed as well. 

“Yes, yes, I know, I know, I’m coming.” He agreed as he closed the lids on the last line of tanks before moving to the wall where he had the active breeders. 

“When an ell bites your thigh and you bleed out and die, that’s a moray.” Pedro continued as he slipped the fish into 

“When the jaws open wide and there’s more jaws inside, that’s a moray.” He continued as he made sure to put in extra food for the little ones to eat up as the food- practically incited a feeding frenzy among the kids.

“See the thing in the reef with the big shiny teeth that's a moray a moray. Put your hand in the crack and you won't get it back from a moray, a moray.” Pedro kicked his voice up high as if he was trying to sound like a chorus girl which got the younger ones to giggle as they were happy to eat. 

“He can swim, he can glide but he'd rather hide in the coral. In the coral. If you dive, stay alive, listen to me there's a moral, a moral. Use a prong 10 feet long when you meet that mean Eel called a moray. A moray. He's hungry and you see you are the meal he'll adoray. Adoray. Down below, you'll know he's that meanie, they call him a moray, a moray. Put your hand in that crack and you won't get it back from a moray, a moray. See that thing in the reef, big shiny teeth, that's a moray. A moray! He's hungry and you'll see, you are the meal he will adoray. Adoray. Down below you will know he's a meanie, they call him a moray, a moray. Put your hand in that crack and you won't get it back from a moray, a moray. When the Eel starts to shine like a, you've had too much brine, that's a moray. A morey!” Pedro kicked his voice into the highest of falsettos to get the chorus just right, but he did it and his food got a show in watching him try to sing and dance a little to his own song before. 

“You gonna be ready for that mating tank?” He asked his largest tank- the pool of subadults- about to go and be paired. As they all practically wiggled and nodded once they finished eating their favorite meal before they happily got into his net as he poured them into the buckets he used to transport them from his home to the aquatic center. Because in the world of micro mermaids, Pedro was one of the best breeders of them because he understood that like their purely fish like cousins, morays, like other kinds of fish really just needed a good and secure cave to “wait” out their prey items. And while juveniles needed to be fed twice a week, the adults actually did best with only feeding once a week or even a week and a half, because, like sharks, they were prone to overeating and then dying from organ failure. 

And honestly, in captivity? All they needed was enough length of the tank that was at least three times their length, since for normal moray eels, they needed at leat one and a half times their length for their tank size. But those got so much bigger than micro-mermaid moray eels. 

Plus micros were just- so stinking cute. As one in particular seemed reluctant to get in the net as she looked at him expectantly. 

“Oh my goodness! You spoiled brat.” Pedro teased before he put his hand in the tank and she swam up against his hand so that his whole hand could pet down her long body as he just laughed and shook his head. 

“I’ve created a monster is what I’ve done.” He playfully chastised himself as used his fingernails to scratch down her back as she seemed to try to hold and still so he could scratch that one itchy spot on her back that she could never reach. 

“You need a man -girlfriend. You need to get yourself a man with really sharp claws to scratch your back all day. I swear, you pull this at the breeding tank and they’re gonna think my tanks have parasites.” He urged as he seemed to satisfy that itch and get a few more before she seemed reluctant to go into the net. 

‘What?’ Pedro used ASL to sign to her. 

‘I get mate, you bring me back here, to my new home? Promise?’ She signed to him as she pointed to the tank she wanted to move into once she would come back from finding a mate. 

‘Yes, you in net. Go- find mate.’ He signed back to her before she seemed to nod and sigh as she finally swam into the net so he could put her in the same bucket as her other siblings and cousins. 

Pedro- as a last ditch effort- then poured in a bucket full of algae eating fish so they could feast on the huge PVC pipe system that was in this tank so that Pedro could keep batches of at least a few dozen moray micros all at the same time. 

“Get a head start for me guys.” He urged them before he began to put lids on the buckets so that the eels wouldn’t get out or lose water as he drove them in. Once the lids were on, he used his fingertips to drum a little rhythm beat as a way to ask if they were still ok before he got several beats back by all the individuals inside the bucket at the lid. 

“Good to go.” Pedro smiled as he got them up and walked the buckets by twos- one in each hand into the back of his van where the back seats were laid down to have enough room for all of them.

“Pedro!” Dr. Ethel Atwood greeted happily as she waited by the bay of the center as many others were coming to drop off their micros to her. 

“Hey Madre Ethel, how are you?” He asked as he hugged her tightly. 

“I’m good, I’m good, so? How many did you bring me this time?” She asked excitedly as he walked her to the back of his van to open the hatch. 

“Twenty seven, 15 females, twelve males.” He beamed. 

“Ooh, that’s great. And how many are you hoping to bring back with you?” She asked.  

“Only two pairs. Princess and Big Blue.” 

“And how is Princess?” Ethel asked as she happily helped get two buckets as he grabbed two more as more assistants grabbed the rest and brought them over to receiving. 

“She demanded a back scratch and practically made me pinky promise I would bring her home. I figured it was better to scratch her back at home than here, were everyone might think I have parasites or something.” Pedro offered. 

“Oh nonsense. With as pristine as you keep your tanks and as wonderful as your micros are, One even sneezes and you’re there with a tissue.” Ethel waived off before she tapped on the lid and grinned when she got a tap back as she took a screwdriver to open the lids of the buckets. 

“Well hello gorgeous! Aren’t you just so pretty! You’re daddy’s little Princess aren’t you? Yes you are.” Ethel cooed to Princess as she recognized her from the pictures Pedro had shared with her as Princess seemed to preen at the praise and show off her pretty colors as Ethel did a quick test of the water to make sure the levels were within a good range as Princess tried to rub against the stick before Ethel happily dipped her finger in and scratched around Princess’ head as Princess practically melted into the bucket before the others wanted scratches too. 

“You raise some of the most socialized, friendliest micro morays. Why’d you think they were practically stingray micros.” Ethel cooed as she was happy to pet them all affectionately. 

“Ok, ok, I need my hands back, I need to sign off on some paperwork. You can get more pets from the others once you’re released into the mating tank.” She urged as she reluctantly pulled her hands from the water as she pat them all on the head before she had to dry her hands off on a towel on her hip as others came with clip boards for her to sign off on as they were quick to take the buckets and bring them over to the huge mating tank with it’s huge grid of pvc pipe, all freshly cleaned as others were dumping buckets of morays into the tank as most were eager to practically flee to the PVC pipe and the “safety” it represented and also, eager to take up a “cave” in the set up to hopefully attract a mate. 

But Pedro’s micros continued to flutter at the top and swam from assistant to assistant, eager to get pets from everyone they could before he came in to the space himself from waiting to see the other micros who were arriving, and needing assistants to help bring them to the tank, but were sidetracked with the super cute micros who wanted pets. 

“You attention whores! Like I don’t pet you enough at home. Come on now, you need to focus on getting a good mate, not getting as many pets as you can.” Pedro put his hand into the water and agitated it. Which was his signal to get their attention. 

“Mate! Find a mate!” He urged them as he signed to them as he pointed to the others once he put the buckets he had picked up as he pointed down to the PVC pipes before Princess playfully splashed him with a giggle and then went down to meet with the others after she put her name over the cave she wanted, right in the middle of the matrix as she had put her blanket and pillow in the tube and kept her bag of exchange gifts with her as she met all the other males that were already in there and others that were moving in. As it was clear, she wanted to make sure she met every single male in there and that could be met. 

‘Is that all of them?’ She asked Pedro when it seemed there was a pause in the buckets of others being dumped in. 

‘No, more are coming.’ He signed back. 

‘How many more?’ She asked. 

‘3 more Big People. I don’t know how many micro-eels- each Big Person will have.’ He answered as she looked from him and looked inside her bag. 

‘I only have 5 more gifts. I don’t have enough for everyone, most did not bring any courting gifts at all and had nothing to trade with me for.’ She signed to him worriedly. 

‘I-worried, not enough. Miss mate- no gift.’ She swam up to the glass and barely had enough room between her and the glass to sign that to him as she looked worriedly up at him and about ready to cry- if she could. 

‘Your mate- should only want you- no gift needed or wanted.’ 

‘What if- you- wrong?’ She asked. 

‘These- are not the only mates to be had. You- still my Princess. Your Prince Charming will see you that way, without a crown.’ He signed to her. 

‘My siblings tease me. That I’m Spoiled and Brat.’ She signed to him with a frown. 

‘Siblings are siblings. They tease and make fun. Not serious.’ He reassured her. 

‘Others not know- fun and tease, others think- serious. Mock me for no crown. Others call me ‘Royal Brat’ or ‘Your Spoiledness’ instead of Your Highness’ She signed back. 

‘Do you want a crown?’ He asked. 

‘No! No.’ She shook her head violently. 

‘So how can I help?’ He asked. 

‘More gifts? For my Prince Charming?’ She asked. 

‘Yes. Only because you asked and want it to be fair.’ He caved before he dug into his pocket to pull out a special plastic bag and opened it before he opened it and then put it under the water’s surface so she could get more pretty little shells and other little trinkets as she practically grabbed everything and scooped it into her bag as she had to swim extra hard to keep holding it all before she dug into the bag to get the treasures from the back before Pedro tipped the bag over sideways so she could get in easier and the treasures out easier before she took them all and then took the bag and rolled it up to keep with her. 

‘Thank you Big Daddy.’ She thanked him before she kissed his hand and then quickly swam back to her tube to organize her new treasures, and her old treasures, using her pillow case to store the exchanged gifts as others came to peek in on her as her more jealous siblings seemed to sneer at her treasures while others were eager to take any she didn’t want so that they could have more for the others too, namely- her brothers, since so far- the clutches were male heavy and her sisters already had their pick of other suitors. 

Once she organized the gifts and “decorated” her tube as such, she could do little but sit and wait for the others to come. 

And wait, and wait and wait as she could do little but comfort her single brothers who didn’t have a mate as they all practically crammed into the “communal” tubes to wait it out together. 

“Are you sure you shouldn’t just pick your favorite now?” Big Blue asked as she rested her body over his as they waited. 

“No. I want to meet all of the males first. And then pick from there. It’s not fair to the ones who aren’t here yet to choose now without them.” She sighed as the lights started to grow dimmer before the blue night lights went on. 

“Shit.” She said before she bolted out of her hole and began looking around for Pedro as she swam around the tank before she swam up to the surface and splashed like crazy before Pedro and the others turned on flashlights and shown on her. 

‘Where others?! It’s night! I won’t see them!’ She signed to them in a panic as she practically began to hyperventalate. 

“Traffic. Stuck in traffic. Car accident on highway.” Pedro signed and said aloud. 

‘Are they ok? Did they live? Die in bucket?’ She signed worriedly. 

‘No, they had further to drive, and put bubbler in bucket to keep water good.’ Pedro signed back as she blew out a breath of relief as she put her hands to her chest and stomach. 

‘But all females are already paired now. I’m only 1 not mated. Because I wait to meet all. Brothers not mated- panicked.’ She signed to him. 

“They are still a few hours away. You and others should sleep. You meet them when you wake up.” Pedro signed as her shoulders slumped and frowned. 

‘Ok, I wait, I try patient.’ She signed. 

“Princess, your Prince- worth waiting for.” Pedro encouraged her. 

‘Hope.’ She signed even though she still looked downcast. 

“You want pet? Feel better?” Pedro offered. 

‘Yes. Always good pets.’ She signed before he reached in and she snuggled onto his forearm as he pet down her head and the rest of her body as her sisters seemed to sneer and taunt that ‘she needed a bed time story and tucked in by Big Daddy’. As Princess just frowned and snuggled into his arm for comfort. 

“Hey, can someone get ahold of Big Blue for me?” Pedro asked since his hands were currently busy with Princess. 

“Yeah, I got him.” Another said as she took out a lazer light and grinned when- like a cat- seeing a red lazer light and instantly wanted to go hunt it before she brought it up to the edge of the tank and into the light of their flashlight before they moved the flashlight, so it wouldn’t blind the others. 

‘Big Daddy Pedro wants to ask Big Blue some things.’ They signed before Big Blue nodded and swam up to where his sister was laying and silently crying into Pedro’s arm as he continued to pet and soothe and console her. 

“I need you to communicate with him for me. My hands are busy.” Pedro requested. 

“Okay, what do you want to ask him?” Arthur asked. 

“Ask him who is making Princess cry.” Pedro asked. 

‘Who makes Princess cry?’ Arthur signed to Big Blue. 

‘Our sisters- mean, jealous of Princess- favor and gifts. Even when she tried sharing, they not take and be more mean. Now- they spit- mean words like poison. Turn every male who will listen- to not mate with “Spoiled Brat”. And to push her away. Hurts Princess feelings, make her hide. They even made her a crown to mock her.’ Big Blue signed. 

Pedro and Arthur then had a whole conversation in Spanish about it and what they should or shouldn’t do about it. 

‘If her sisters are mated, have them leave the tank with their mates now then. And be taken to their new homes. Get them out of there. Have all other males who avoid her- take the tubes on the outside. To keep as much distance between them and her. I want all who don’t believe the lies, to take up the tubes around Princess in the middle. When that’s done, come back and get Princess and put her in the middle tube. She will fall asleep soon.’ Arthur signed from the message that Pedro gave him. 

‘Ok, I’ll go get them. But I need more light.’ Big blue said before they turned the blue lights up the highest they would go as Big Blue practically glowed blue as he went around and got, not jus this own sisters, but all the other mates and got them out and had them go to the opposite side of the tank that Pedro had Princess on as they were scooped up and put into temporary holding tanks as the others seemed to reorganize themselves accordingly. And once that was done they came back and gently picked Princess off of Pedro’s arm and swam her back to her tube before they piled into it with her so they didn’t feel as alone. 

Four hours later, the sound of buckets being dumped didn’t even wake the micros as the new micros immediately fled to the open tubes to try to get some more sleep as they were beyond tired, and cranky and irritable for having to be stuck in a bucket with nothing but their siblings for anywhere from 8 hours, to 16 hours as the siblings were eager to put as much space between them as possible. 

In the morning, to the newcomer’s horror. The whole mating tank was still- very male heavy. 

‘Where are all the women? We only see a few females who are not our sisters! One has 5 mates crammed into her tube!’ They signed to their owners as the old males were overly aggressive and desperate to court the new females. 

‘Those are not her mates, those are her brothers, they all stayed up to try to meet you and couldn’t stay awake until we came so late last night. None of the others even tried to stay up.’ Their owners explained. 

‘So there was only 1 female who waited for us?’ They signed. 

“Yes, her name is Princess, she wanted to wait to meet everyone first, to make it fair and even for everyone. Sadly, she was the only female who did. All her sisters made fun of her and were really mean to her and even turned all the males against her. So she only has you new guys to choose from.” They explained. 

“Well our sisters deserve her brothers then.” They decided as they went back and got their sisters and told them the news just as their sisters were seeking solace from their overly eager pursuer and hid behind their brothers for safety as the sisters then practically moved all of their things and moved as close to the center as they could, around the ring of guys around this Princess. 

“Princess?” The now, patiently waiting males tried to gently call out to her in the center tube when all they saw was one female wedged in the middle of five guys all squished in around her before she seemed to stir and then lift her head before her eyes went wide before she looked back down and tried wriggling and squirming, which got her brothers to look up before they all tried to move at once to try to get out and only got stuck further. 

“Blue! You have to wait for us smaller ones to move around you!” Princess urged before she directed, based on how her own body was squished in the tube to tell which of her brothers to move and when and how to move to get them unstuck before they listened and eventually got unstuck and out as she had Blue get out last before she did. 

“Good luck Blue.” She urged him before he swam out as she seemed to duck into a closed off connector tube to get her bag of gifts as she then emerged and made a point to meet every other single new male and get to know not just him but his brothers and his sisters as she even gave gifts to the sisters since they had- out of boredom and stress, either accidentally or purposefully break or crush their gifts to stay sane while they were stuck in traffic and apologize for sleeping so late while also not staying up late enough to meet them when they really did come in. 

“It’s ok. It’s just really nice that at least you cared enough to wait. Thank you.” All the males were so gracious and happy that- she practically was a Princess in her own right. And just so sweet and so kind and thoughtful and had a heart big enough to care in the first place. 

Blue was happy to explain why the tubes were occupied in the way that they were as now the new females were eager to avoid all the males in the outer ring altogether. 

“So, are you looking for a Prince?” One in particular, Killian- asked her. 

“No. I’m not a real Princess, it’s just a name, a term of endearment my Big Daddy gave me. But, it’s just stuck.” She shook her head no. 

“So you’re not looking for a guy named Prince.” Killian gently teased. 

“No, no, just, someone who- had our circumstances been reversed, would have waited to meet me too. And waited to at least give me a chance. Before deciding against me without meeting me at all. Or think that I wasn’t worth the wait either.” She answered. 

“So, would any of you had really waited for me? Be honest. I’m not even that pretty, or smart or anything super special and I’m only Princess by name, nothing else. I don’t have a castle or even that big of a tank to call home or even a rich Big Daddy, but every dad should see his daughters as their little Princesses. That’s what I’m looking for, a man who will look at our daughters and see and treat each one as his precious little Princess.” She asked. 

“But you’re the one thing no other girl in here was- by choice, patient, and kind and fair. And you deserve a real Prince Charming. And while I feel pretty unworthy of the wonder that you are, and while I too, wanted to meet everyone first too, and broke all my courting gifts to keep myself from breaking out of that damn bucket to crawl my way here, so while I’m practically empty handed, I can honestly, and confidently say- I would try, every day, to be as charming as you can stand and be the best mate to you I could be. I would be honored if I could ever have daughters be just like you.” Killian offered. 

“Well your hands aren’t empty now, are they?” Princess offered as she slipped both of her hands into his and gave his hands a squeeze with hers. 

“Really? Me? You’ll take me?!” He asked. 

“Yeah. All the others looked away guiltily when I asked if they would have waited. But you never did. You just nodded yes. And had we been in each other’s fins, I would have been happy such a great guy like you would have thought I was worth waiting for.” She smiled as she pulled him closer before he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply and soundly and practically swam in corkscrew to get her back to her tube. 

“I hope we have nothing but daughters from here on out!” He crooned as she laughed as she hung onto him and swam with him. Happy that she found her Prince Charming after all.

[olivexing]

The tension is palpable….

big fish, small sailor :)

[v-c-ackerman]

Who are you on the inside?

[asphaltmermaiddesigns]

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[impishcupid]

🩸BroodingBitch Follow

No one talks about how much of a micro aggression it is to carry around sharp pieces of wood. Like yr LITERALLY basically saying Vampires should die

🫀DarknessDecayed Follow

lmao the leeches are saying that pencils are problematic

🩸BroodingBitch Follow

It’s not surprising that a bloodbag would come on my post and call us l**ches, I hope a Vampire drains you dry

🫀DarknessDecayed Follow

It’s not surprising that a toothy bastard would immediately jump to death threats, step in a sunbeam

🐺Awoooooo Follow

Anyone in this thread smoke weed

🧛‍♀️SapphicSucker Follow

The girls are fightingggggg

🩸BroodingBitch Follow

Yeah just make jokes of actual oppression. And fyi, pencils are also covered under “sharp piece of wood” unless they’re mechanical. Sad to see a fellow vampire jump in on the side of the slayers

🌊OceaniaOracle Follow

What the fuck is happening in the vampire community

🦐fish-out-of-water Follow

i’m so happy mermaids have to be on land to post. Imagine having access to the worst takes you’ve ever seen all the time

🌺village-idiot Follow

I mean i’ve lost a vampire friend to a toothpick so i kind of agree with OP, and mermaids are being kind of insensitive with this post. I can only imagine ops ask box 😕

🧛‍♀️SapphicSucker Follow

hey guys I just checked OPs blog and they’re not even a vampire, using an archive I found a post they made about getting their teeth filed to resemble fangs.

🩸BroodingBitch Follow

Hey guys SapphicSucker literally supports werewolves

🧛‍♀️SapphicSucker Follow

YOURE NOT EVEN A VAMPIRE YOU HAVE NO STAKE IN THAT BEEF (btw my gf is a werewolf and she only bites when I ask, so)

🩸 BroodingBitch Follow

NOW YOURE TRYING TO STAKE ME ON MY OWN POSTS???

⚰️grandpa-gilf-fucker Follow

pack it up everyone we’re done here, enough Tumblr for the day

[calypsolemon]

I think you're misunderstanding what I'm saying. I'm not saying that every example of a halflings being infantalized is a conscious effort to dehumanize them for profit (though that also does happen,) I'm saying the profit motive is the root cause of the social perception of halflings as childlike, and many are raised with that subconcious bias. The "misunderstanding" isn't always done on purpose, but it always carries with it the undercurrent of dehumanization, whether characters are aware of it or not.

Dungeon meshi really hits the nail on the head when it comes to the halfoots being infantalized. People in the manga talk as though the infantalization is simple misunderstanding; halflings are small and look young to most people, so they're assumed to be children. But this explaination doesn't make sense based on what we actually know. Halflings are regularly regarded as disposable labor, often to the point of being used as bait for monsters. This is not the way one would treat a child, but it IS the way one would treat an animal, or property. Halflings are infantalized because their labor and their lives are useful to other races, and imagining them as a helpless and naive lesser people is an easy-to-swallow justification for their dehumanization.