#captive mers

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 2/?

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Jazz was still feeling a little woozy from his donation in the dark hours of the morning. Blaster had breakfast changed from the usual to something that felt more like a treat, probably a reward for his good behaviour, and to help his body recover. Fish heavy in proteins, fat, all that healthy stuff. Something that normally he would have tried to savour, but he wolfed it down from excitement. Too many questions ran through his head, and most he couldn't bring himself to voice.

The mer, the mer would pull through. Blaster told him about how he had saved their life with his blood. Praised him high and low. Because Blaster knew how Jazz felt about seeing blood, about how hard blood tests were for him, and that was only a tiny vial. Not three big bags of it. Jazz hadn't seen how much they had taken – because he had kept his eye closed until they left in a hurry –, and hearing about it made him dizzy for other reasons, but he honestly felt real proud of himself.

It was a new feeling, different from other moments of pride – like when he figured out the lock codes. Yeah, this gave him butterflies and the drive to help more.

Blaster laughed when Jazz offered that the vets could take more if the other mer needed it. His handler didn't think it would be, but he would pass it on to the vet team.

Jazz's morning checks were a little off, expected with having a little less fluids and feeling off-balance, but it was kept short and quick. Blaster told him that if he learned anything more, he'd tell him next time he came by and then hurried back down to the staff area. Blaster was needed elsewhere, understandably as there weren't many mer experts here, though he did leave Jazz his waterproof stereo if he wanted to play some of his favourites.

But, the orca mer was far too busy causing a whirlpool from the laps he was swimming. He was too excited to sit still, and embarrassment be damned he started practising old vocals. He didn't remember much of his mother tongue, and he was pretty sure that his pronunciation was off, that or had one hell of an accent. Echo-speech was even more rusty. And once he had gone over and over what he could recall, Jazz began to really worry. A few sentences and handful or so of words was all he had? Gods, I hope I can at least make a decent first impression. Blaster said they were just like me, so hopefully, that will give me some starting points.

More than he cared to count, Jazz would swim into the shallow waters of the medical bay and hope to see something through that window. But no one ever came close enough for him to hear any news of the mer. He couldn't even see anything on his radar, wherever they had done treatment, it wasn't in the hospital ward. It almost felt like he was being purposely kept in the dark.

And just when Jazz was starting to worry that things had taken a bad turn, a group of staff turned up around four pm. He wasn't able to ask any questions, or rather they refused to answer. Shooing him away as they got to work. Starting with closing the gate to the bay to 'keep him out'. Jazz could easily climb those walls, but that wasn't the point. Even if the gate window was closed, he could pick up that they were setting up the water hammock. But it wasn't until he heard the cautionary beeping of the hoist lift approaching that it dawned on him – the mer was coming. Now.

"Jazz," Blaster called, "… Jazz," he blew the training whistle and finally got his mer's attention. "Stop pacing and get over here."

"But–" Jazz looked back longingly up the wall.

"Jazz," his tone dropped to a firm one, and Jazz begrudgingly swam over to the pier. The human crouched and made sure that they held eye contact before he spoke. "I need you to promise me that you will stay in your enclosure."

He sunk a little, trying to play into his cuteness, but being far too anxious to really pull it off. "What do you mean?"

"Jazz," now warning him. Blaster knew full well that he was more than capable of getting into or out of places he shouldn't, bloody Houdini mermaid, "this is serious. Things are going well, we want to keep it that way. Which means keeping things calm and feeling safe. You're excited, I get it, we all are. But in about an hour, they'll be waking up and – from past experience seen with wild Mers – they will likely freak out. And the last thing we need is you hauling your tail over that wall and making things worse. Understand?"

The beeping was louder how and the hiss of hydraulics caused Jazz to look up. The arm of the lift was visible over the wall. They're here!

"Jazz," Blaster hopelessly called for his attention once more.

Within moments, a massive bundle was carefully raised, the staff calling out and coordinating. Jazz's gaze was fixed on the black and white fluke poking out, it was the only part of them he could see, and his heart began to race. Once they became hidden by the wall again, Jazz moved back to pacing by the gate without even thinking. Listening to people hopping into the water to unstrap the mer and call back n' forth. "Careful, careful! – Watch the head! – Someone give me a hand over here! – We're clear on this side! – Keep the head up!"

Really starting to sound like a broken record, Blaster chirped the whistle and called out to him again. The expression he wore must have been pretty pitiful because the look on Blaster's face dropped. "If I open the view port… will you promise me that you will wait, that you will stay in your enclosure?"

"I promise," he answered hastily, placing his hands on the gate, over the panel that would slide open.

"And that you will wait until everything is in the clear, till the staff come to oversee the integration. There will be no rushing things and no asking staff when we will open the gate."

"I promise," he repeated, trying not to beg.

Satisfied, Blaster pulled out his radio, "Blaster to Control; when the team is out of the Mer enclosure's medical bay, open the view port. Jazz's stress is mounting without a visual."

"Can do," came a quick reply.

Though, opening the panel was not. Several minutes went by, the hoist had cleared out, and much of the staff had returned to their other duties. Only two remained double-checking the mer's breathing and pulse. The moment that the last of them left, Jazz heard the lock disengage, and he retracted his hands as the panel shifted and began to slide open. The window was too small to get more than his hand – maybe up to his elbow if he wanted to push it – through, and sat just at water level– any movement sending water hopping to either side. But it gave him a clear view of the surface area inside.

Oh.

Oh. Jazz stopped breathing. While the mer's body was mostly supported by the fabric of the hammock, cradling them on their side, effectively hiding most of them from Jazz's angle. Propped up on a soft floating platform was the mer's head, face towards the gate. Sharp features and elegantly shaped finials, with flattering lines of their markings complimenting the peaceful expression as they slept. The butterflies from earlier came back stronger than ever, his heart thundering as words fumbled from Jazz's lips, "he's beautiful…"

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-GLC

Orca Prowl really is just-- too fucking pretty, omg, I'm living through Jazz in this moment like when I first saw your designs of him.

I'm more than happy to continue writing for you, you bring me so much joy. I screamed when I saw how much you liked it. If you have any requests you would like me to add to the story, leave it in the tags or comments ♡ I now plan to continue until the tsunami and a bit afterwards, maybe more, we'll see~

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Oh. MY GOD. OKAY ALRIGHT OKAY ALRIGHT OKA

I'M ABOUT TO START PACING IN CIRCLES JUST LIKE JAZZ OVER HERE KDLCNFJFLFB PL E A S E THIS IS SO GOOD. The tension?? You can fucking TASTE it IT'S SO GREAT GLC I LOVE YOU

The way it all starts at night and then you (as a reader) have all this additional time to boil in your anticipation?? So fucking great. Like you can really feel how little power Jazz has over the wholse situation. The plot is moving but he doesn't have any saying in it. Well. Yet heheh

Anyway haha. Im normal and I made some art>:D

[captainmaxatx]

Late Mermay idea!

Orca mer Ghost in an aquarium but he is almost always hiding and quite depressed so the aquarium decide to give him a little more enrichment.

With humans lack of mer knowledge they come to the conclusion that because orcas eat seals then surely an orca mer would eat a seal mer. They decide that during closing hours (to avoid guests seeing the blood bath that will surely follow) they will drop a live seal mer into ghosts tank so he has the natural experience of hunting instead of just being fed slabs of meet.

But mer’s don’t eat other mers, regardless of secondary species.

So when seal mer soap is dropped into his tank, ghost just thinks he’s being given a very energetic handsome roommate.

And the humans are confused as to why ghost hasn’t eaten the seal mer yet

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fishstick redesign has been added to my EVIL collection

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MUAHAHAH you can see them here in my dca lover folder omg

i CANNOT wait to add more here like waow

[jumpywhumpywriter]

The Siren Tamer

Ambrose is an interesting sailor with a mysterious gift: he can travel the oceans freely, and will never have a single Siren try to lure him to his death with their beautiful songs. The deadly creatures of the sea always leave him alone. Ambrose has found a way to turn this into a living -- by becoming a paid escort for those who wish to travel through Siren territory unharmed. But the reason for the female creatures leaving him alone is one no sailor ever expected.

Warnings: close encounter with Sirens, description of past torture and cut vocal cords, scars

There was a man in the small oceanside village named Ambrose, who was legendary among the townsfolk for his ability to sail the ocean freely without danger of being lured into the waters by Sirens. No one quite believed him at first when he claimed the Sirens always left him alone -- until he'd finally taken up the challenge to prove it to everyone, and sailed a tiny boat straight into the heart of known Siren territory, and miraculously came back alive -- something no one else had done before. And with gifts he said the Sirens gave him themselves -- some deep-sea fish.

After that there was no denying that he spoke truth when it came to his relationship with the wild and dangerous Sirens of the sea -- though no one knew how he'd managed to get into the good graces of the very creatures who took pleasure in entrancing humans with their songs and drowning men.

Bur Ambrose was special, protected somehow. And he found a way to make a living off it -- as an escort for boats who wished to travel through Siren territory without losing sailors along the way. Normally the ships would have to waste extra time sailing clear around the Siren zone, but with the Siren Man, they could cut straight through the territory and save over a day's worth of travel, making trade journeys more efficient.

Ambrose was always paid very handsomely for his services as the life-saving escort who guaranteed the safety of all who were aboard any ship he was on. The only one who could do it. His presence was sacred, more valuable than gold. Everyone knew his name, and townsfolk would wait weeks to book a trip with him as their guide, not daring to venture into the sea anymore without him, especially since the Sirens’ territories has noticeably expanded over the years -- the creatures were showing up more frequently in unexpected locations, which often proved fatal to the unlucky souls who discovered that fact.

But Ambrose was never harmed, no matter how many times he encountered the Sirens -- sailors who traveled with him described it as a miracle, telling tales of how the Sirens would approach the boat and speak to him like an old friend, never singing their death songs in his presence.

Ambrose was a strange man indeed -- quiet and mysterious, who didn't talk much aside from what was strictly necessary for business.

Today was a day like many others -- a group of five skilled sailors hired Ambrose to see them safely through Siren territory, and they boarded a small ship together, setting off into the deadly waters. Ambrose had cost a fortune to hire, but he was well worth every coin.

The captain of the ship -- Barley -- tried to break the ice between him and Ambrose by striking up a friendly conversation to pass time during the long trip. But Ambrose was the silent type, giving simple answers and not speaking unless spoken to directly. He stayed at the railing of the ship while the captain spoke to him, gazing out over the endless blue waters with a tense expression.

Barley eventually gave up trying to create small talk with him -- Ambrose appeared to be too distracted to hold an interesting conversation. So the captain let him be.

The journey was several hours long, and as they neared the end of the Siren territory boundary the captain wondered if they'd even see a real Siren at all -- he'd never laid eyes on one before. But he must have brought bad luck to his crew, because shortly after the thought had crossed his mind was when his spotter called out that sharks were approaching.

But all of them knew that sharks never swam where Sirens lived. Even they knew better than to cross paths with the terrifying women. Which only meant that the 'sharks' his spotter was seeing... were the Sirens themselves, closing in on the ship. Fast.

The crew seemed to come to the same realization, and all gathered together with the captain on the main deck, weapons at the ready and shifting around anxiously.

None of them knew what to expect, what to brace for, and that was terrifying. And the profound sense of sheer helplessness that they were all feeling was awful. Knowing that they didn't stand a chance against a Siren's hypnotizing song.

They held no power in these waters, none at all. At the complete mercy of creatures so ancient they dated back centuries, their full faith in the single man they'd brought aboard precisely to protect them.

Ambrose had wandered over near the low wooden platform on the side of the shop where fishermen could stand near the water to cast nets. He was the only one who didn't seem worried or frightened.

And that's when the first Siren breached the water.

She was... exactly as every description pictured her race when her head popped out of the water -- irresistibly, devastatingly beautiful, with a natural disarming charm that drew men in even without singing her deadly songs. She had long silver hair that flowed over her shoulders like seaweed, and soft, elegant features that brought life to her pale face. Both very attractive, and very dangerous. It was hard to take your eyes off her. No wonder so many men had fallen victim to her kind over the years.

The captain and his crew huddled on the far end of the ship, furthest away from where the Siren was swimming closer with gentle sweeps of her fish-like tail.

The stunning creature came close and docked herself on the wooden fishing platform, resting halfway out of the water.

"Cordelia," Ambrose greeted with a respectful dip of his head.

Oh, so the creature had a name, Barley thought. Ambrose knew a Siren by name. It baffled him, and he stared on in awestruck wonder at the unusual exchange taking place, between man and monster.

He waited for the moment when the Siren would snatch him and drag him down to drown him, but... it never happened. The woman didn't even sing a single note toward Ambrose as they talked.

"I see you are escorting yet another group of poor sailors around," Cordelia said mockingly, and smiled with razor-sharp teeth at the crew cowering far behind Ambrose just to make them squirm with fear. "I assume they are off-limits too?"

"Yes," Ambrose confirmed. "I've made a living off ensuring sailors' safety through these waters."

Cordelia wagged a finger at him jokingly. "Ooooh, looks like someone's taking advantage of our hospitality. Very naughty, human. You're stealing all our fun away." The Siren pouted, though she didn't sound angry or harsh.

"What, not enough men available for you to drown?" Ambrose chuckled good-naturedly, as if he weren't holding a conversation with the most dangerous breed of creature lurking in the ocean. He showed no fear that the Siren could grab him and drag him overboard in an instant.

Cordelia let out a cackling laugh.

A second Siren suddenly came swimming to the surface to join her, launching up enough to balance her upper body on the wooden platform like a sea lion would, her tail still in the water.

Unlike the first Siren, this one had a wide, ragged scar across her throat she wore like a cruel collar, along with dozens of other smaller scars littering her skin. Her tail was pale blue with some darker scales scattered throughout like stars, complementing her sea-green hair and eyes.

"Sylvia," Ambrose greeted warmly, offering a friendly smile that the creature didn't hesitate to return, showing sharp teeth. "It's always good to see you thriving in these waters." He angled halfway around to address the group of terrified sailors behind him, who were clustered on the far side of the boat and watching things unfold with huge eyes.

"Sylvia is the reason I am a protected human among the Sirens," he explained. "She was once captured by a deaf sailor who couldn't hear her song, making him immune to her charm. The man had a fierce grudge against Sirens, though, for killing a close friend of his -- so he tortured Sylvia as a way of getting revenge, cutting her vocal cords so she could never sing or speak a word again, to take away her greatest weapon -- her voice. He left her stranded on a beach to dry up and die in the sun, which is where I found her." His face was solemn and sad.

"Despite knowing what she was and what she could do, when I found her I brought her to shallow waters and treated her injuries, saved her life by making sure she was well before letting her go home to the deepest parts of the ocean. Her story spread among the other Sirens, and I have been a friend to them ever since."

"He also offers us pleasant gifts from time to time," Cordelia added. "If he has extra fish from a catch, or interesting human trinkets, he generously donates it to us. We are quite fond of him."

As if to confirm her words, Ambrose reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny silver compass, crouching down in front of the beautiful Siren to offer it to her.

"Speaking of which, I know you like to collect sparkly items, Cor, so I couldn't help but get this from a trade ship when I saw it."

Cordelia squealed excitedly, a surprisingly human sound, and took it in her webbed hands, examining it closely and tracing the intricate pattern engraved into the compasses metal case.

"I owe you one, love," she said softly, staring at the silver compass with awe. Her icy blue eyes flicked from the compass up to Ambrose, and she leaned up to affectionately kiss his cheek in thanks.

A Siren's kiss, rumored to doom a man forever if they survived it. Said to be so intoxicating no person could resist, rendered into a mindless plaything for the monsters to toy with.

But Ambrose didn't look dazed or under some spell, he looked completely unaffected, lightly kissing the Siren's wet cheek in return in some sort of silent communication between them.

Cordelia chuckled, then turned to depart, sliding back into the ocean to swim off and add the new trinket to her collection.

Sylvia didn't leave with her companion, though, blushing slightly as she reached underwater to where her tail was -- and brought up a strikingly colorful seashell, offering it as a gift.

"I-I wouldn't accept that, if I were you," one of the terrified sailors behind Ambrose stammered. "Rumors say you should never accept offerings from mers nor Sirens, because then you'll be indebted to them forever."

Ambrose barked an amused laugh, taking the seashell delicately in his calloused hands.

"That rule doesn't apply to me," he chuckled, "any gifts offered to me come with no strings attached whatsoever. Thank you, Sylvia -- this shell is very beautiful." He turned it over in his hands, marveling at the polished surface.

Sylvia smiled shyly, and with a nod, she turned and dove into the ocean as well, disappearing in the dark blue waters with a few beats of her scarred-up tail.

Only when the last traces of the Sirens’ visit had left did the captain let out a shaky breath of relief.

Yes, Ambrose had been expensive to bring along – but Barley was so, so grateful he'd decided to pay him the amount he did. He was, like he hoped, worth every last coin he'd spent.

And Barley would have one heck of a story to tell when he and his crew finally reached their destination. They were now part of a growing number of humans who had laid eyes on a Siren and lived to tell about it, thanks to Ambrose.

The man was a legend indeed.

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In troubled water #6

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It could be worse.

It could be, really. Despite its aggressive behaviour and its attempts to scare away the aquarist in the scuba gear, the angler mer hadn't made any real attempts to attack him. Only baring its still regrowing fangs and emitting threatening clicks. But every time the human would try to close the distance between them, the small mer would immediately start to crawl away, its mangled tail flicking against the sand. At some point, it had managed to reach one of the walls of the tank, that was covered with rocks, and artificial corals. The small mer had curled around a rock, unable to squeeze into the small crevices, and had stayed here, its breathing quick. Its hands were nervously clenching in the sand, the webbing around its ears orientated in the diver's direction.

The aquarists had agreed to take turns scuba diving in the tank, hoping to get the traumatized creature to get used to them. But it didn't look like a done deal.

Since they had removed the feeding tube, the mer had barely touched anything they brought it. Alive fishes, dead, small pieces, bigger ones, meat cubes, it would completely ignore it as long as there was a diver in the tank. And even when it was left alone, it still hesitated to take a bite, and never finished anything. As a result, it started losing weight again, its already frail frame turning gaunt. Its caretakers, the aquarists, were worried about its health. They were even thinking about reinstalling the feeding tube, despite its obvious discomfort with the intruding device.

They thought the anglerfish was scared of them. In fact, it was absolutely terrified. The poor thing was expecting to be killed every moment, not understanding why they kept toying with it. But the orcas had done the same, after all. It was hungry, so terribly so, but didn't dare to leave its hideout more than a few minutes. Pressing itself against the rocks gave it some sense of comfort, reminding it of the crevices it used to roam in. Here, everything felt so wrong. The water tasted off, it couldn't fit into the crevices, its chest hurt from the pressure, and the tank was so bright it couldn't even see its lure.

It took the aquarists a while to start figuring out things. In their defence, deep-sea mers were rare, and there was no protocol, no adaptation planned. But once the angler's lure started shining brighter, they knew that they were making progress.

They had moved it into a smaller tank, initially containing two eel mers that had been moved into a communal tank. The lights were dim, and the rocky area was much thicker than in the previous tank, which had been designed to replicate the open sea. Here, there was room for the anglerfish to crawl into the crevices on the walls, and it didn't needed to swim to move around.

The small mer remained buried in the new hiding place for three whole days, without coming out once. It was confused, so confused. It was much better now that it could actually hide in the reassuring darkness, but wasn't sure how it had gotten there. The humans were still around, even though they had left it alone. Its hunger was starting to be stronger than its apprehension, and it finally crawled out of its crevice. Slowly, shakily, the mer's maimed tail undulating as it pushed itself out on the sandy floor, its gills flaring. The aquarists had continued to leave small pieces of fish near the entry of the crevice, and it didn't had to go very far to grab a handful of them, immediately darting backwards, into safety. To its relief, nothing happened, and the creature attacked the meat ravenously.

Outside of the tank, staring at the thick glass wall, the aquarist standing there let out a sigh of relief. They were making progress.

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[rat-rosemary]

Smae anon Sap and George are call concerned for Dream and his weird lack of normal behavior, meanwhilw Dream's like "man I'm about to lose my ficking job"

Blending with @sketchehm 's tags

Even better! They bring out the whole healer!!

I mean. Not at first. They do ask the healer to come but they point out that their friend might run away seeing them, or not let the healer examine him

So they teach the manhunters what to do to examine Dream and what they are looking for. Open wounds, sickly patches of scales, etc etc

Dream let's himself be manhandled and examined with no issue, because he himself does similar stuff to get notes on their anatomy

(...no other reason. There are many benefits to being a marine biologist)

The manhunters can't find anything :[ Dream's body is not normal but it's not sick in any of the ways the healer told them about, and they can't get him to eat medicine because he doesn't eat

So the healer agrees to come meet Dream, and thats when he realizes "Oh shit. Im going to lose my fucking job. Im going to lose my job and get beheaded publicly by the international association of mermaid studies and care"

He runs

Thankfully, no one is that mad at him for it. The current team preparing for first contact is very excited for those news. Mermaids clearly display pack instincts, similar to wolves and humans! Even towards outsiders! It's a great relief to know that, and that their society might work a little similar to ours

Dream does not lose his job, but he's instructed to stay farther away from the city, and to take care to not be guided closer

...the mermaids next attempt is a lot more successful, and a little more forceful

[batwynn]

Something something Werewolf and Mermaid Ed and Stede. (Dark and fluffy versions)

[01432853]

So stop hiding behind all those nonsensical formalities and answer my question immediately. Why have you returned?

Captivating the King (2024) • EP 5

[angelynmoon]

So, mer au steddie

Where Steve was born in captivity and sold very young to someone or a carnival/circus/ intertainment, he is not treated properly, the food is wrong and makes him sick but he was sold too young to know any better.

And Eddie, a Deep Sea Mer, more shark than fish who was caught on his adulthood journey and sold to the same place Steve was.

Eddie watching his natural prey being treated like shit and deciding to help him, Eddie learning that he knows more about Steve's species than Steve does and making sure he eats right, Eddie deciding that he wants to keep Steve, I imagine that they are in two seperate tanks next to one another and Eddie throws food into Steve's tank, and sometimes trinkets he carves with his claws, because he thinks Steve will like them, Steve does and treasures each one.

And then Steve is resold because people are more interested in the Deep Sea Mer than Steve because Eddie is also bioluminesent and people come to see his glow.

Steve who is sold to a worse place, a resturant where Mer is a delicacy, but they don't kill him, just cut off strips off his tail over time.

Eventually the resturant is closed because Mers are a protected species and Steve is found by the police/fbi doing the arresting and closure, they think he's dead until he tries to get away from the hands that go to release his binds.

They then transfer him to a sanctuary/rescue that rehabiltates captured Mer for release back into the ocean.

Steve who is bullies by his fellow fish/Reef Mer because he doesn't know his culture and they are unwilling to teach him. Maybe this is where he meets the kids, Deep Sea Mer like Eddie who were captured on their first venture to the surface in a fisherman's net and not noticed until they were ashore, they were lucky the fisherman was married to a Mer-Specialist and called their spouse immediatly, though El and Will are Reef/fish Mer who were caught and rescued from situation similar to Steve's.

And Steve takes care of the kids, tells them the stories Eddie told him and the Specialists don't understand why Steve and El and Will prefer the Deep Sea Mer to their own kind.

And then Eddie is rescued and Steve is so happy that he's okay and they are happy as Eddie regains strength from being held in a too small tank with not enough food to eat.

But soon Eddie and the children are marked for release but Steve is not.

The Specialists soon realize that Steve would not survive in the ocean, his tail never healing from being stripped for cuts of meat, not to mention the way he would not socialize with his own kind.

The Specialists decide that he's best off staying in the facility.

Only Eddie and the kids refuse to leave without him.

Eventually the Specialists fix Steve and Eddie with a tracker, they are curious if the obvious relationship between the two different Mers will last once they are released then they release the group.

And then over the years they see the two Mers have stayed together, sometimes they are alone, other times they are with a pod, or a group of children, it's unclear if any belong to the two, Eddie never lets them close enough, which they don't blame him but they let them get pictures from a distance.

But it's obvious that Eddie and Steve are intending on staying together.

And despite their concerns they are glad for it Steve at least deserves to be happy, even though it's clear his tail never recovered fully because he's often seen clinging to Eddie as the other Mer moves swiftly through the water.

And then Steve and Eddie live happy ever after or close enough, unknowingly bring a peace between their people because the kids are friends that refused to stop being friends, El and Will being the children of the Reef/fish Mer King and Queen and Eddie being the Heir of the Deep Sea Mer royalty and having Adopted the Party and El and Will as his Heirs because why not, they were Steve's Guppies and that made them his too.

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Anyway, this was just a little thought I had, if you want to flesh it out have fun and let me know, I may want to read it, but it feels like it should be a long story and I don't have the attention span for that right now.

[jerrsterrr]

throws this at u last second for mermay

raised in captivity ^^^ im so normal abt that fic (lying)

fishstick self insert!!! graaa i struggled so much wib him

the idea of a reader mer raised in the aquarium away from other mers is so cool!!!! and then meeting sun n moon? :DDDD

they are very silly (being held for their crimes)

as always more below!! and a ref for my mer dca designs :pp!!

i thinks its super silly and fun and the fic has the BESTEST writings!! :D fic by by @blonde-fraumell

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Mermaid Hunters... And One Dangerous Catch

Warnings: capture mers, Siren song, drowning, heart being ripped out & consumed

Mermaid scales were rare. Exotic. Expensive. Which is why many fishermen took to the seas no longer to catch fish, but to use their nets to trap mers instead. It was far more profitable.

Mermaid scales were rumored to bring good luck to any who wore them as jewelry or kept them close -- and enough people believed the rumor that they were willing to pay thousands per scale.

Mermaids were technically protected by the government because they were seen as human enough that it would be cruel to hunt and kill them, but that never stopped black market sellers from going out to catch them.

Mers used to be friendly and playful, swimming closer to shore to interact with tourists and children and basking in all the attention. But ever since their scales became such a highly desirable prize, they learned to steer clear of humans at all costs.

Kano was one of the most skilled mer hunters. He knew how to track mer groups that swam together and accurately find them in the ocean. During the beginning of his hunting career he used to feel guilt and remorse for killing such magnificent creatures -- creatures that could speak human and beg for their lives. But by now he'd been on enough hunts to have become impassive and immune to shame over what he did for a living.

It was a way to make money. Simple as that.

He and his crew of five others set out today just like any other day with Kano to guide them, heading straight for a traveling group of mers.

Their boat was swift, and soon was gliding over the group, which is when the nets were dropped.

It was a good haul this time. Three full-grown mers in one throw -- one merman and two mermaids. The scales of a male were worth more, as they tended to be more colorful and more armor-like than females'. But Kano would take anything if it meant a quick buck.

But when the net was pulled up against the side of the boat and lifted out of the water along with three scaled bodies thrashing around, Kano immediately knew something was wrong.

Mers were known for their striking beauty. Their bright, flashy colors and seductively elegant appearances. But one of the female mers didn't look right. Her scales were dull, possessing more earthy tones than the others. Dark, seaweed-green tail and hair, and frightening facial features once Kano caught a good glimpse. Razor-sharp teeth, large pitch-black eyes. Very un-mer-like.

The creature didn't look attractive in the least -- she looked terrifying.

"Wait," Kano barked, and his crew stopped hauling the net up, giving him confused looks.

Kano peered closer at the thrashing, scaled creatures trapped in the net that was halfway pulled onboard. The two very obviously pureblood mers were stilling -- they stopped struggling in the net and chirped something among themselves. The alien-looking one had ended up on top of the other two in the net that crammed them all together. And she looked up, straight at Kano -- and smiled. A predatory smile, almost pitying.

Then she opened her sharp-toothed mouth... and started to sing. And that's when Kano realized just how hugely he'd screwed up.

The group of mers had been traveling with a Siren. And he'd just pulled it up in his net, sealing his own fate.

The mers were smarter than he'd given them credit for, he realized. Having a Siren in the group would ensure safety from hunters -- because the Sirens could sing their lovely songs to get the mers out of any trouble they encountered in their journey. Trouble like Kano was.

But he'd realized his mistake too late. The voice that reached his ears was heavenly, angelic, softening his panic into something warm and fuzzy and tame.

He was barely aware of the other members of the mer group approaching the boat to cut their friends free from the net. Barely aware of how the rest of his crew walked to the edge and stepped off the boat, one-by-one, plunging into the ocean waters, lured by the same single voice drawing Kano in, hauntingly beautiful.

Kano tried to resist, but the sound filling the air was irresistible -- he couldn't ignore it.

So, he leaned over the railing -- and joined his fellow hunters, treading water.

He watched as his men were dragged under by the mers to drown -- and he suddenly found himself face-to-face with the deadly Siren herself, who had chosen him as her own victim, wanting to kill him herself, apparently. Still singing, still entrancing him, as she swam up to him and pressed her body against his, smooth fish scales gliding across human skin.

Kano couldn't fight back, utterly fixated on the Siren's terrifying face. Until she abruptly stopped singing, and reality came rushing back, making him fully aware of the grave danger he was in. But by now it was too late. He was in the arms of a Siren, a dangerous place to be -- and there was no escape.

"Foolish human," the Siren purred, trailing a clawed hand down the side of his face -- claws located at the end of webbed fingers. "Can't resist a pretty voice like mine. All you humans are the same -- easily swayed, lustful."

Kano shuddered. "Please," he begged, "Please don't--"

"No," the Siren cut him off, her voice low and seductive. "You are quick to beg for mercy, for someone who would not have shown me or the mers any. Hypocrite."

Her sharp teeth showed as she smiled at him, a predator in its natural habitat. "You will pay for your selfishness, for hunting mers for so long. You have ended many lives -- the slaughter ends with you.”

Kano barely had time to suck in a panicked breath before the Siren dove underwater, grabbing his ankle and dragging him under with her. He struggled fiercely, kicking at her hand with his free foot, but it was useless. He looked up at the surface of the ocean growing further and further away as he was dragged into the dark depths.

The irony was sickening -- a hunter, now hunted by the very prey he would have caught and butchered without a second thought.

Kano's lungs burned for air he knew he'd never breathe again.

Then the Siren let go of his ankle, swimming up to face him, inches away, gills flaring. She sang again, with words this time, and Kano's world melted and blurred once more at her sweet sweet symphony.

My voice will pull you in, lull your senses to sleep

Follow my sound, ride the wave of my song

Then when you're far enough from shore your doom's already been sung

Step off your little boat, step into the blue

Take a breath underwater... I'll guide you to the deep and drown you

I'll use my voice to take control

I'll make you dance, to the end of your soul

I'll make you sing to death's melodic song

The Siren kept singing as she ripped into him with her claws, viciously tearing open his chest in a thick cloud of blood even as Kano screamed bubbles, the air leaving him and being replaced by water when he tried to inhale.

I'll push you off your boat, drag you into the blue

Try and scream underwater… I'll drag you to the deep and drown you

The water around Kano was dark red as the Siren reached into his ribcage and ripped his heart out to sink her teeth into it, devouring it and letting Kano's still-twitching body sink to the ocean floor. The sharks could take care of the remains.

The Siren swam away after her meal to rejoin the group of mers she kept watch over.

There was safety in numbers... and safety in having a Siren around. A symbiotic relationship.

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The song part of the story is actually some of the lyrics to THIS song I love about Sirens that inspired some of this story

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Hi again, my love!

Can I request something with mermaids?

offers ice cream as well <33

Hi thelazywitchphotographer! Of course! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Whumper pushed open the door to their quarters. They were greeted by the quiet cries of Whumpee.

“My darling,” Whumper said, approaching them, “what’s wrong? I would think you would be acclimated to your new life by now…”

Whumpee turned to look at Whumper with tear-filled eyes. Whumper’s own eyes widened at what they saw. Their darling mermaid’s body was littered with deep cuts and angry, purple bruises. Blood trickled down from a nasty gash in their tail, staining the water of their tub with crimson. When Whumper spoke, it was with a fragile, practiced calm.

“Who did this to you?” they asked.

Whumpee sniffled.

“I-I don’t know their name,” they said.

“Describe them to me,” Whumper said gently, “you’re not in any trouble, little fish.”

Whumpee took a deep, shuddering breath, and described their assailant as best they could.

“Crewmate,” Whumper cursed.

Whumper’s hand settled on the handle of their cutlass, they turned to leave when Whumpee’s sniffles brought their attention back.

“Oh,” they said, “forgive me, little Whumpee. Let me treat your wounds first.”

Whumper lifted Whumpee out of the tub in a bridal carry. They deposited them on their bed, then went to a nearby cabinet, fetching medicine and bandages from it. Whumper poured the medicine onto a cloth.

“This might sting, but it’ll help, I promise.”

With that, Whumper dabbed the cloth into the gash in Whumpee’s tail. Their screams made Whumper flinch, but they continued to work anyway. When everything was medicated, Whumper dressed the wounds in soft, white bandages. Whumpee’s screams had died down to pitiful, intermittent sobs by then. Whumper held their mermaid close and ran a hand through their hair.

“Shh, shhh,” they soothed, “you did so wonderful, my little fish. I promise, I won’t let this happen again.”

Whumper grabbed a bottle filled with a strange liquid. They lifted Whumpee’s chin and held the bottle to their lips.

“Drink,” they said, “you need rest. This will help.”

Whumpee knew better than to disobey, so they drank. Whumper smiled softly and helped them into a laying position, covering them with a blanket.

…

Whumpee slept for many hours. When they did wake, it was to the sound of the door opening once again.

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, “come on deck. I need you for something.”

Whumper picked Whumpee up and carried them out on deck. Whumpee shielded their eyes from the bright sun with a bandaged hand. Whumper sat Whumpee down in another tub that had been prepared for them.

“First Mate,” Whumper called.

“Aye, captain?” First Mate asked.

“Bring forward the scum that thought they could touch what’s mine.”

“Very good, captain.”

First Mate dragged Crewmate forward.

“On your knees, filth,” First Mate growled.

Crewmate shakily obliged.

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, “is this the person who hurt you?”

“I-”

“Tell the truth,” Whumper warned, “I will know if you lie.”

“…Yes,” Whumpee said quietly, “it was them.”

Whumper kissed Whumpee on the crown of their head.

“Thank you,” they said, “because you were honest, I’m going to let you choose their punishment.”

Whumpee stared at Crewmate. Even though the pirate had hurt them, they didn’t want anyone else to suffer.

“Um, maybe, put them in the brig?” WHumpee asked uncertainly.

Whumper smiled and nodded.

“A fitting punishment,” they said, “First Mate, throw Crewmate in the brig.”

Whumpee breathed a sigh of relief.

“-After their twenty lashes. Two for each wound I had to treat.”

Whumpee blinked. Not that!

“No! Captain, please!” Crewmate begged.

“Spare me your mewling before I decide to cut your tongue out,” Whumper said coldly.

“Whumper-” Whumpee started.

“They deserve it, my darling,” Whumper interjected, “you’ll understand one day.”

Whumper picked up Whumpee once again.

“I leave them in your capable hands, First Mate,” Whumper said, “my treasure doesn’t need to watch this.”

Whumper turned and carried their darling back to their quarters, just when Crewmate began to scream.

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[inquisimer]

(with the air of someone who has realized something about themselves that everyone else already knows) I think. I might be a zevran main

[magdaclaire]

it's. so funny to have parents that also like the cw's supernatural. bc my mom walks up behind me and looks at my laptop screen bc she's nosy and there's a sad gif set about her good friend Castiel and she's like. why'd they do that to my good friend Castiel. hasn't he been through enough. and i have to explain tumblr girl little meow meowism to my mother. about her good friend Castiel.

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How can you get revenge when you love him?

@asiandramanet event 04 ㅡ love is in the air +

@asiandramanet jan/feb creator bingo — typography

[jerrsterrr]

mor sillies fishies below