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Human/Mer AU + Bioluminescent Siren Duke ; requested by @justwannabecat!
The human hadn’t been in his territory recently.
He wasn’t attached or anything, but Duke had started to look forward to seeing him around. It was equal parts exciting and terrifying to be under the curious, watchful eyes of a human who could so easily be dragged down into the depths.
He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be indulging this human’s curiosity, trying to lure him closer time after time. Holding the attention of any human is dangerous; Duke’s heard the stories plenty of time. He’s seen the damage humans can do even more.
There’s just something different about this human, who never dives too deep, who smiles at him and leaves little gifts in the tide pools tucked away from the rest of the beach, hidden from sight. Or rather, usually hidden from sight, since this human is the only one to go there.
It’s foolish, but Duke actually misses his human.
It’s not the first time he’d been gone for long stretches of time, but something feels off. There’s worry curling up at the base of his throat, making him swim to the surface more frequently. Steph had given him a look when she caught him, but didn’t say a word. She shouldn’t, really, when she’s been sneaking up to the surface for her own human friend, some small, dangerous human with dark hair and hands that speak more than a voice.
He’d seen her, just once, when he had gone up to splash water and his human then swim away.
Somehow, things felt easier back then. Like the horrors of the world couldn’t reach them among those tide pools.
It’s reached them now.
Duke’s not expecting to see his human when he swims up to the surface. He’s expecting another quiet night, an empty beach, a dark sky with only the moon casting its lonely light down onto him.
But when he swims up, his eyes go to a figure on the beach instantly.
Even from this distance, Duke knows: that’s his human.
He doesn’t think before he’s swimming over, pushing himself faster than he’s ever gone before. It’s low tide, so he can’t get as close as he wants and can’t reach most of the tide pools at all, but it gets him close enough. Human and merfolk vocal chords are different; he can speak in water, but can’t make more than a few hums in air, and humans can’t really do anything in water at all.
His human is sitting with his knees tucked into his chest on the beach. He’s hiding in his clothes, a hood pulled over his head, but he looks up when Duke drags himself onto the sand.
Duke can see bruises. Dried blood. A stray tear slipping out of his eyes.
He wants to ask what’s happened? But all that comes out is a low crooning noise.
His human laughs, a quiet, bitter noise that makes Duke’s chest tighten uncomfortably. “Hey,” he rasps in a low voice. “Been a while, hasn’t it? I hope you’ve had a better time than I did.”
Duke can’t reach his human. The distance between them isn’t great, but it’s too much. He’s already partially out of the water, hands sinking into the wet sand just out of reach of the waves, and he can’t get any farther out. He reaches a hand out, silently pleading for his human to come closer.
The move makes his human soften, some of the hard edge of tension in his body melt away. He gets up and walks into the water, then sits down next to Duke, taking his hand.
“I missed you,” he whispers.
If they were underwater, Duke would be able to say I missed you too. Don’t ever go away so long again. But his human is in no shape to go underwater right now, so Duke presses his hand against his lips and hums lightly.
They sit in silence for a moment, and Duke realizes that he’s never been this close to any human before. It doesn’t feel dangerous. It feels like relief, to finally have his human in his reach, safe from the rest of the world.
He gives him human another moment, then reaches out and carefully pushes his hood back. His human allows it, blinking at him slowly. Without the shadow of the hood, Duke can clearly see the bruise coloring his cheekbone and the cuts going down his temple to his jaw. His split lip is still red with blood, and what little of his throat isn’t hidden by his clothes reveals more bruises wrapped around the delicate column of his neck.
Duke ghosts his fingers over each of these injuries, hating how easily humans hurt each other. His human leans into the touch despite how it must hurt, something devastating in his expression.
Who hurt you comes out as a questioning trill. Somehow, it gets the point across.
“It’s alright,” his human says. “Really. I’m not even that hurt. It’s just been a long few months. We never talk much, so you wouldn’t know this, but I have to fight a lot of people. Perils of being a hero, you know?”
Duke knows about heroes. More specifically, he knows about mer heroes. He’s considered being one himself, but the currents shifted and he ended up more a loner, banding with the other rejects of the city to live in the fringes and help only those who wander out too far from the marginally safer waters within.
He hasn’t heard of any human heroes, but then again, he doesn’t know much about humans at all. Nothing beyond the stories all parents tell their children to scare them away from the surface, or the horror stories kids tell each other in the middle of the night when they want to scare each other.
He hums again to let his human know he’s listening. His human has such a nice voice. Why haven’t they done this before?
It’s always been a push and pull between them, carefully keeping their distance but always circling back to each other. Duke would let his human swim with him, and his human would let Duke sit safely on the other side of a tide pool, tossing sea shells back and forth between each other.
They don’t even know each other’s names.
He wishes, just for a moment, that he could go back in time and do things better. But he’s happy here with his human and he doesn’t want to lose this either.
He’ll just have to make the best of what he has. It’s how he’s always lived after his parents disappeared.
“This really isn’t that bad,” his human says, “I’ve taken worse hits before. It’s just that I couldn’t transform before the attack started, so now my human form is bruised too.”
…Human form? The more Duke hears, the more questions he has.
Duke hums at a lower octave, placing a hand over his human’s chest.
His human laughs lightly. “Yeah, I guess we’ve never really talked much about ourselves, did we? I’m human, don’t worry, just not all the time. I… actually, I died a few years ago. But I came back partially. So I’m also half dead still and I can transform into a ghost to fight threats. I’m a hero called Phantom. Actually, Danny Phantom since I was stupid enough to just give out my first name when I started out. In my defense, my brain was still a little fried.”
There is so much he wants to say to that. He tries, and makes a series of low hums and clicks in the back of his throat, staring at Danny (he finally got his human’s name!) incredulously.
“I promise I’m fine,” Danny continues. “It was just a bit rough. As soon as I get some time to recover, I’ll be good as new! And I really did miss you, you know. Didn’t even go home first, just come straight here.”
That’s honestly really sweet. Duke hums again, a lighter pitch, and takes hold of Danny’s wrist and tugs him towards deeper waters.
“What? You want me to go in?”
Duke nods, already shuffling his way back out of the sand.
He expects to look awkward during the process. What he most definitely doesn’t expect is for Danny to easily pick him up and walk them both into the ocean.
Listen. Duke is not a small mer. He’s big. He’s got a long, heavy tail and wide fins going down his back, his forearms, and the sides of his tail. It’s a struggle for him to fit into seaweed nests with his friends during the colder seasons, often left to balance on the edge with his tail hanging out. His friends struggle to pull him through the water with his weight. His parents weren’t able to hold him much after he started growing.
None of this matters to Danny, who acts as if Duke weights nothing at all.
To his great embarrassment, his fins flare in appreciation for Danny’s strength. He was not expecting a human to be so strong, but Duke’s not about to lie to himself and say it’s not attractive.
He trills to Danny, who laughs again, then falls into the water, taking them both under.
Duke doesn’t hesitate. He grabs hold of Danny and swims them further out. He stays close to the surface so Danny can rise for air as needed, but he makes no move to leave Duke’s side even after a few minutes.
He glances back, concerned, when he sees that Danny is watching him with dark eyes, not breathing at all despite being conscious.
Danny holds up a finger and closes his eyes. Two rings of light appear around his waist, then split apart and pass over his body. Instantly, Danny’s body becomes lighter, as if Duke’s hand is grasping at a current on the seabed. His hair turns white and his eyes glow from how bright of a green they are, but there’s something inhuman about his features now, something that makes him look different beyond just physical features.
Well. Danny did say he could transform.
Now that they’re underwater, Duke can finally speak. The first thing he asks is, “What was that?”
Danny grins at him. “That,” he says, speaking with ease as if he’s not underwater at all, “was my transformation. And this is my ghost form. Quite the look, isn’t it?”
“You can talk down here?! Also, hi, my name’s Duke. Since I never introduced myself.”
“Ghosts can do a lot of things,” Danny answers with a cheeky grin. “It’s nice to finally know your name. I’ve been calling you glowfish in my head this whole time.”
“Glowfish?”
“Yeah. Because you, you know,” Danny gestures vaguely at him, “Glow.”
Duke glances down at his back fins, which are indeed glowing. They flare a bit from embarrassment, which just makes the dots of light lining the fins more visible. He doesn’t glow a lot, keeping a tight hold of that ability, but sometimes it comes out anyways when he’s feeling especially happy.
And apparently, he’s always very happy around Danny.
It’s a good thing Danny doesn’t know what that means, because if anyone of his friends found out, they’d laugh at how obvious he’s being. Drawbacks of being somewhat bioluminescent: anyone familiar with mers who have this feature know exactly what the glow means.
“Right,” he says just a beat too late. “Well, now that we know each other’s names, can you tell me how you really feel? Those injuries didn’t look too good.”
“It’s fine, really! I take harder hits all the time.”
“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”
Danny doesn’t answer for a long moment, then sighs. “Yeah. It still hurts.”
“Stay with me for tonight,” he says. “You’ll be safe. You can rest and heal and I’ll keep you safe from anything that comes looking for you.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to.”
Danny doesn’t put up much of a fight. He must be exhausted. “Yeah, alright. Take me away, Duke. You know, this is like those stories about sirens luring sailors down into the depths.”
“Well, I am a siren.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah. I take after my mom. She’s the one who taught me how to sing.”
“I guess it’s a good thing we’re friends so I don’t have to worry about being dragged down to my watery death.”
Duke snorts. “Good thing you’re already a ghost then. Not much I can do to you down here.”
He swims down, heading towards a small cavern in a sea rock that he’s claimed as his own, leading Danny into it. The light from his fins illuminates the entrance and the rocks within, a narrow passage that goes in for a few meters before opening up into a larger space full of carefully tended to seaweed and starfish decorating the walls.
There’s a nook tucked away in the back wall where he’s set up a seaweed bed, the plant braided together into something more solid. It’s big enough to fit his tail, which means it’s big enough for him and Danny.
“Here,” he says, helping Danny down. “Get some sleep. Then you can tell me about what happened in the morning and we’ll take it from there.”
“I’m glad you’re here Duke,” Danny whispers, curling up on his side. He holds Duke’s hand, twining their fingers together, and it’s as nice as it is strange to feel how cold Danny is in this form when he was so warm as a human.
“I’ll always be here for you. You just need to come back to me.”
Danny hums, but doesn’t answer. It’s alright; Duke’s used to his loved ones leaving. He knows he can’t make them stay. All he can do is hope they return one day.
It’s been a long time since he’s had anyone in his home. There’s a communal cave where his friends stay that he visits when he gets lonely, but this place used to be for his family. Now it’s just him.
Him and Danny.
The last time there was song in these walls, his mother was still around, singing him lullabies.
Looking down at Danny, curled up and so strangely fragile looking, Duke feels the song build up in his chest. It slips out in low, soft notes, an old melody passed down through generations of their family.
He sings Danny to sleep.
He sings and sings and sings until all his nightmares are soothed and dawn is almost upon them.
It’s all he can do, so Duke sings and hopes it’s enough to keep Danny close to him for just a little longer.
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp fic#prompt fill#my writing#once again hit by the need to go crazy with worldbuilding#hitting myself w a broom while writing this like KEEP IT SHORT. KEEP IT SHORT!!#this could so easily be 20k+.....#the worldbuilding.... i have Thoughts on mer society and underwater gotham and human/mer differences and so much more#duke's parents were captured by a human (the joker) to use in a fucked up traveling aquarium#danny's still a halfa and a hero but he's not w his parents. they're good parents they just fought the gov for his sake and got arrested#so he's w vlad in a coastal city while jazz is in college#other heroes are still around on land and are not mers so villains are still up there too. and danny had to fight them hence his injuries#he actually got captured a bit and taken to some evil underground gladiator ring he had to fight his way out of mostly in ghost form but#also as a human. and the whole time he just thought abt the only friend he has in this new city which is duke. a mer he visits when he can#there is just SO much i want to write for this but i have to hold myself back....#this whole asking for prompts thing is to make myself writing shorter things... keep fics brief... not 10k+....#anyways. thanks for the prompt!!#i went straight for the hurt/comfort lol
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Newborn. Idiot. Wet Stupid. Disgusting
#newborn mudwings are born with gills#more inland subspecies loose them after about a month or whenever their horns start to grow in#coastal and more aquatic subspecies keep them for longer or into adulthood#my art#2023#wof#procreate#digital art#wings of fire#dragon#wof headcanon#shitpost#wof mudwing#cw mild eyestrain#cw veins#personal favorite#Art
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So um- i think this should go here
Ihavent been at the barn in a month and tonight for 2 hours while i was trying to sleep i just... Appeared on Autumm, we started jumping amd running through courses, the largest jumps looked to be abt 3-4 ft and the smallest jumps were 3 feet. I swear she could tell every direction and speed i wanted to go, i let her go so fast i could barely keep up in my brain, but she jumped the jumps and i jumped with her, while typing this i keep zoning out backto the courses where i continue to jump and sppeed, all i have do is think move my body in the direction of the jump and she jhst knows. Idk but i feel her with me, its not a dream, i am awake, but my hands feel thereins and my legs are strained and i kept jumping the course with Autumn idk what to think
I feel my spirit going into two point positions, my hands feel the reins, my legs are corresponding with it
I just
Dont know wtf is happening?
Like i just heard autumn breath but im in my room, nowhere near the barn. Im not wearing any riding gear and i feel it. Idk what tf is happening, its not like im dreaming and its not like im riidng in the clothes im wearing. I feel taller and stronger and more intine with Autumn, i just dont know wtf is happening
#coastal’s mumbles#HELP#PLS#WHAT ISTHIS#I ENJOY IT#ITS LOVELY#ITS AMAZING#I WOULD LOVE TO KEEP DOING IT#I JUST STARTED THINKING OF AUTUMN AND IDK I WAS JUST LIKE “how can i understand you fully?“#AND THIS SHIT HAPPENZ#WHAT?!!
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WET BEAST WEDNESDAY!!!!!
have sopping wet sea wolves as a gift from a sopping wet sea wolf
#canine therian#otherkin#alterhuman#nonhuman#therian#sea wolf therian#sea wolf kin#sea wolf#coastal wolf#wet beast wednesday#YAYAYAYAYYAY#I keep missing these idk jow i do it
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offering "last of the late breakers" as a title to anyone writing an f1 surfing au in the near future, free of charge to a good home
#get it.....because waves break.........#but actually if anyone wants to write the mavericks au of my dreams i will happily serve as ur half moon bay dirtbag californian consultant/#sensitivity reader.#something something seb and lewis are both surfing legends....they meet one year when they're both invited to compete at mavericks......they#keep finding ways to get themselves invited back each year for an excuse to see each other and compete against one another.....#then mavericks shuts down as a tournament.....they fall out of contact.....lewis travels the world working w orgs that r supporting#getting young black and brown kids into surfing.....seb gets into marine/coastal ecosystem conservation and is chaining himself#to bulldozers to prevent the construction of waterfront properties that would destroy the local tide pool ecosystem or whatever#they're both still chasing the biggest waves they can find but something's missing.....one day lewis is back in northern california and#decides to take a road trip south for old time's sake#pulls into the parking lot on a cold gloomy day with no one else around for miles and sees across the lot a beat up old van that he hasn't#seen in years.....#ANYWAYS.#me on my hike: okay time to brainstorm for the 5 wips i already have going#me finishing my hike: okay don't be mad but i have a new idea-
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They are going to fuck up huge portions of the state parks in Florida I'm going to lose my mind
(link to petition protesting the GOI)
^That is an except from a PDF describing the details of the Great Outdoors Initiative (the thing the DEP announced) that I can't get the link to here, but IS linked in the petition site I put up there
Plans for a favorite park of mine ^^
Sorry I like really fail to see how a plan to increase tourism and build on acres of state park land will help aid conservation
#id in alt text#uhhh idk how to tag this#im not like. 100% sure if theres anything people who dont live in florida can do but yk#everyone ive talked to is sooo fucking unhappy about this#theyre only holding ONE meeting for people to voice their concerns about it and its on a tuesday at i think 3-4pm#oh btw a maritime hammock is a “predominantly evergreen hardwood forest growing on stabilized coastal dunes#lying at varying distances from the shore.“ (fnai.org)#“Maritime hammocks occur on raised areas near the coast. With climates strongly moderated by proximity to water#they typically support vegetation that seems more tropical than similar hammocks further inland. Soils are typically sandy.#Fire is rare or non-existant.“ (fnps.org)#THEYRE REALLY COOL.#national park#florida#florida nature#trying really hard to think of tags#florida state park#state park#im keeping national park even thought theyre not#ab the favorite park thing. i dont live near there im not telling everybody where i live skdlfjsk
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Trick or Treat! Have a Nona sticker
Oh my god those stickers are fantastic haha, some of my favorite quotes
So far I’m pretty sure no one knows I’m in costume but hey I had to drive 5 and a half hours I wanted to be cozy
Hope everyone is having a fun night! 👻
#I also keep having to take it off because it is SO hot#I forgot how different inland 70 was to coastal 70 omg it’s stuffy here#where’s the sea breeze???
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Sundays in Downtown Sechelt 💥 on Sunshine Coast BC Canada 🇨🇦 Happy Hours, Live Music, Games, Sidewalk Sales… Enjoy brunch at Basted Baker, El Segundo or try the The Bakery for fresh baked goodies then hit the streets for some shopping, entertainment and games! Shops are OPEN for business and many are offering sidewalk sales and other great deals.
Games included GIANT Jenga and Chess, as well as Live Entertainment by talented buskers.
This will take place on:
June 23rd 12-4pm July 28th 12-4pm August 25th 12-4pm
Enjoy HAPPY HOURS and Drink Specials at Shift, 22Taphouse, El Segundo, Batch44, Sechelt Thai and Lighthouse Pub.
There are an assortment of shops open SUNDAYS in downtown throughout the year so be sure to come down and check them out!
Presented by Sechelt Downtown Business Association https://secheltdowntown.com/event/sundays-in-downtown
Sunshine Coast BC Canada Facebook page https://facebook.com/bc.sunshine.coast/events
#sundaysindowntown #sechelt #happyhour #music #games #sechelt #sunshinecoast #event #thingstodo #keepitcoastal #shopping #sidewalksales #secheltdowntown #sunshinecoastbc #explorebc #hellobc #explorecanada #summer2024
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my twis.ters verse is solely dependent on the fact that ireland hasn't much experience with tornados, with the exception of a brief and small one that happened in county leitrim like a year ago? anyway, that plus the fact that aisling moved to new york means that she doesn't fully comprehend what a tornado is, and so when she moves to oklahoma with the kids and the squad to start up a diner and a shelter for people during tornado season, people think she understands what's involved in a tornado, when it's really just aisling being like "no it's okay, we have a basement, ireland's an island on the atlantic, we have storms, i know what's up" and then the kids show her tyler's youtube channel and she's sitting like this for the night
#( OUT OF SOULS. )#( I PROMISE IT'S A LOT MORE POIGNANT THAN THIS )#( I JUST FEEL LIKE THE KIDS WOULD KNOW WHAT A TORNADO IS LIKE )#( AISLING'S LIKE 'i survived two days on a fishing boat in the atlantic while a coastal storm hit us the whole time' )#( THEN THE KIDS SHOW HER A VIDEO AND SHE'S JUST CALLING THE REALTORS WHO KEEP HANGING UP )#( 'ma'am u signed a contract--' 'RIP IT UP???' )
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i think I'm gonna try walking to a nearby town tomorrow, if my legs don't fall off from exhaustion tonight lol
#the coastal walk is supposed to be really pretty#my idea of a fun holiday is walking#honestly i'll take what i can get i work in customer service gotta keep myself sane somehow
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*Dena voice* "Hey Syl you know that one 'mon you found in the woods when you were 8 that saved your life and is literally the whole reason you went on a journey? Well I randomly found it in an artificial wilderness at the bottom of the sea and we're besties now"
#mel's musings#forest for the tree#little songbird#again. for my purposes this is NOT canon but the whole situation is still absurdly funny to me so i had to make another joke about it#though melo being in the terarium is interesting considering my canon borrows from its portrayal in pokeani#which shows it as having a connection to the abyssal ruins which is also underwater. so that's a fun little link there#syl's meloetta arc isn't fully fleshed out yet bc i keep getting distracted by all my other aus so i STILL don't know how they reunite#but i've also been toying with the idea of dena calling syl to blueberry academy as a special coach#because why would i not she's literally a unova native. so maybe for this au specifically that's how it happens?#now i'm imagining her overhearing students talking about a singing mon in the coastal biome and just. BOOKING IT to the terarium fhdfshsfkl#god. i am This Close to writing out custom dialogue for syl jen martha cheren AND bianca as special coaches now and this is NOT HELPING#mel plays scarvi
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(CW: transphobia, self harm)
(the last one is a little dark, but i was trying to be silly with my answers for everything else)
Arguments i have heard for how i could not possibly be trans masculine, but i rate them:
“We gave you everythinv u wanted!“ 0/10, how is that a fucking reason?
“when you were younger you wanted really long hair!“ 3/10, i thought my only options for short hair was a bob cut
“You’re a girl“ 0/10 bro i just fucking told you i am not?-
“you like painting your nails and wearing jewelry!“ 2/10, i would like to introduce you to my cousin who is gay, and i dont think u would call him a girl
“you wear girly clothes!“ 0/10, i like soft colors, and yo have even told me in the best to stop wearing boy clothes
“Your too young!“ 0/10, your clearly too old if ur saying that
“its just a phase!“ 0/10, then you accept the phase and wait for it to pass if u truly believe that, an dthen u will notice it isn’t a phase
“I know you better than you know yourself!“ -My father, May 12th 2022 at 3:00 pm, 0/10 i started self harming soon after that for reference
#coastal’s mumbles#coastal’s vents#ppl keep making trans jokes at school#but im too tored and hurtby now to acknowledge its a joke and not true harm#and they dont even know#i am not out to them#and i dont know what to do
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boomslang and friends!
#squidarts!#kemono friends#kmfr#boomslang#amazon tree boa#coastal taipan#black mamba#i really don't care for the snake designs in this game but i do think boomslang's og is really funny#like that's just a girl. that's not a snake that could make you bleed horrendously and die#wanted to keep the Universal Niceness vibe about her#she's just like a good guy. she's besties with black mamba...
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Am I tying myself into knots making travel plans just for their own sake? Am I ever going to use these credentials? Will the people I am going out of my way to visit want to see me? Am I spending almost everything I’m making on this job on a truly unhealthy number of Amtrak tickets?
The answers to all these questions and more, after the break(down).
#Six. six separate legs of travel between now and January#NO. EIGHT#AND THATS ONLY IF YOU DONT COUNT THE COASTAL TRANSIT BECAUSE THEYRE PAYING ME RATHER THAN VIS VERSA#I love this lifestyle#is what I will keep telling myself until the stress headache goes away and the plans are solidified#if all goes according to plan I will get to see [redacted] and my Oregon Aunt#and earn a shiny new AB and STCW#but good god at what cost to my sanity#first person
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