#merman!Luka

[yan-san-yan]

🫧MERMAY LUKANETTE 🫧

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers I made it in time for the event ✨

[mystic-myrtille]

I CAN'T BELIEVE I FINALLY FINISHED THIS OMG

I wanted to finish at least one thing for Mermay, but recently I didn't have that much motivation to write (or rather edit my WIPs lmao), so instead I tried something new and made a comic. Didn't plan to color it at first but I did anyway and uuhhh yeah I finished my first comic thing and I'm happy with how it turned out:)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers

[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒) 3

Offical theme nomura

A butler hurried through the vast mansion, carrying the morning’s correspondence for his masters. Arriving at the head of the household’s study, he stopped, straightened his attire, and composed himself professionally before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” came the voice of an older man from within. Entering as instructed, the butler held out the stack of letters that had arrived that morning. He stopped before the desk and lifted the pile. “Sir, your correspondence has arrived. However, there is one letter in particular that I believe may interest you.” The lord of the house took the pile of letters and leafed through them, reading the names of each sender, until he came upon a blue envelope with golden accents. His gaze dropped to the golden handwriting on it: Nomura L. Néantazur.

“Call (Mother’s Name) immediately,” he ordered. The butler bowed and left the study. “What could that demon possibly want this time?” he muttered under his breath.

“Why would he send us a letter like this?” asked the woman, standing beside her husband and fanning herself in distress.

“I don’t know,” he replied, disdain evident in his voice. “I’d bet it’s about that brat again.” The man sneered before taking a letter opener and carefully slicing open the cyan envelope. As he read the elegantly penned words, spelling out Nomura’s intent with the utmost formality, his wife couldn’t contain herself.

“He wants what?!” she shrieked, collapsing into the chair in front of her husband, hand on her forehead in despair.

“To think that little disgrace could catch his attention,” the man muttered, setting the letter down and glancing out the window at a small house hidden within the gardens, far from the main mansion.

“It wasn’t enough to keep her on our property? We had to apologize to the royal family, and now that wretched girl brings even more trouble upon us? How could I have given birth to someone like her?” The man stood, stepping over to his wife, who had her face in her hands, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, dear; she’s not a problem to us… for now.”

Naturally, upon arriving home, her parents had been disappointed—if not more than that.

“So, what do we do now?” the woman asked, dramatically sobbing, while her husband smiled beside her.

“We’ll simply say that the letter never reached us. There’s no way we’re allying with that blue devil.”

“Yes, exactly. Well thought out.” They exchanged smiles, pleased with their scheme.

What they hadn’t anticipated, however, was that just a week later, an elegant carriage in dark tones with a blue gleam would arrive on their estate. The man who stepped out wore costly shoes and elegant attire, his guards surrounding him as he made his way to the door and knocked firmly. After a few seconds, the maid opened the door and, shocked by the visitor, dropped the feather duster she was holding.

With a sweet smile concealing something darker, he looked at her and said, “Will you allow us to enter and summon your masters?”

The maid quickly stepped aside, opening the door further, allowing the young man and his guards to enter. The butler, who had been watching from a distance, hurried over to join them.

“A-ah, my apologies! Please, follow me to the parlor.” The butler passed by the maid, tugging on her sleeve as he whispered urgently, “What are you waiting for? Go fetch them!”

The butler led the way to the sitting room, allowing the young man to take a seat before bowing. Soon, another maid appeared, pushing a cart and setting down a tray with a fine teapot and matching cups. She poured tea for the young man, who accepted it with a smile and took a sip.

The door opened shortly after, revealing the master and mistress of the house. The man’s expression initially showed shock before he cleared his throat and regained his composure. Behind him stood his wife, partially hiding her face behind her fan. They both took seats on the sofa opposite the visitor.

“Your Highness! To what do we owe this visit?”

“Well, it seems you haven’t received my letter, seeing as I received no response,” Nomura noted, setting his teacup on its saucer before looking up at them. The man exchanged a nervous glance with his wife before chuckling awkwardly.

“Yes, yes… no letter here. I mean, you know how postal services are these days, eh? Ha… ha…”

“Very well,” Nomura replied, his tone cool as he leaned back slightly. “I am here to propose a business arrangement. A mutually beneficial one for both of us.”

pt1. Pt2

"I'll possibly do Part 4:)

Should I make a smut? Or do you not like that? I think I might turn it into a series. But seriously, Nomura is officially a profile character now.

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[spiritsonic]

lil doodle of my merdude before bed

[furiouskettle]

wow, i drew a merperson during may for once! 🧜‍♂️

[celestiall0tus]

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! But particularity @Misted-Glass as I bring a (hopefully) present surprise as it was I, your @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers secret valentine.

[frozenvepar]

More Mermay 2023 drawings - went through a big Live Action Little mermaid phase (which, to be honest, I am still going through lol). The top three pieces were inspired by one of my faourite artists, @lukaswerneck. The bottom two were my take on a live action version of Urchin and Gabriella, from the Little Mermaid TV series.

[itaintcat]

- 🧜‍♂️MERMAN LUKASSSSS 🧜‍♂️ -

going to miss summer (not)

[embbu]

Refsheet for my OC, Lukas. 🐟 He's a human who gets turned into a merman. The species is based on an European perch.

I need to draw him as human too, and maybe also a variation of the merfolk form with a shirt on. 🤔

[mikyona]

@itaintcat's Merman Lukas!

[mc-lukanette]

After spending all of her teenage years as Ladybug, Marinette had thought that nothing could surprise her anymore. The magical earrings had chosen her a long time ago and, as an adult, she practically had all of Paris mapped out in her head. If she needed to go anywhere, she could do so in minutes.

That was exactly what she was doing, using her yoyo to swing from building to building as she made her way home. She'd just wrapped up some typical hero things - stopping a bank robbery, saving a kitten in a tree, the usual - and was looking forward to some rest at home.

Her eyes had long since grown adjusted to picking out the smallest details even while she swung along, so when she caught sight of what appeared to be someone lying face down in an alleyway, she stopped immediately. Letting herself drop down to the ground, she backtracked the small distance on foot and hesitantly peeked into the alley. Despite any horrors she may've seen in her line of "work," she still wasn't good with horror, so she hoped it wasn't a dead body.

It wasn't, but what she did see still had her jaw dropping. There in the alley was a merman, who must've somehow wound up there so far from the ocean. His black and blue hair obscured his face, but she was certain he was unconscious. There weren't any visible wounds to speak of and his body didn't react to being shook or poked.

Ladybug tapped her cheek in thought. Merfolk were rare enough that she didn't know much about them, but she could guess that he'd gone long enough without water nearby. That was the nice possibility anyway, and she preferred not to think of the other.

Thanking herself for her indoor pool at home, she grabbed one of the merman's arms and slowly settled it on her shoulder, trying to lift him into a carrying position. She could feel the thump of a heartbeat when her hand briefly touched his chest and was reassured for certain that he was alive at least.

——

Upon letting the merman down in the shallow part of her pool, Marinette pulled up a seat and tried to focus on a sketchpad in her lap. It probably - no, definitely - looked weird seeing someone handling a simple paper and pencil near water, but she needed something to do and wasn't inclined to leave the merman by himself.

...Pool water is fine, right? she wondered as she idly scribbled. If anything bad happens to him, are there merfolk police that will come after me?

It occurred to her again that she had no idea how he got there. For all she knew, he was dragged out of the water and ditched somewhere, the thought of which making a shudder run through her spine. She hoped that he'd be able to understand a map at least, as then she could simply take him home.

That, of course, all hinged on the fact that he was friendly, but Marinette felt her instincts had been honed enough by then to be able to tell. She'd offered him her pool - not that she used it anyway beyond practicing her aqua powers and bringing nonexistent dates there to swim - so the ideal was that he'd realize she meant no harm. He wasn't restrained in any way, after all.

I should stop thinking about it, she resolved, having long since learned that such paranoia had gotten her nowhere. Then, she looked down and realized that she'd been sketching the pattern on his tail without thinking. Sighing at herself in faint embarrassment, she flipped to a new page and started again on a sketch not in the least involving merfolk.

She was barely a minute in when a single splash caught her attention. She looked up from her sketchpad, noting that the merman was starting to stir and move about. His tail must've given an involuntary twitch while he was waking up and hit the water.

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing deep blue irises that slowly took in the room around him. They darted down to the pool underneath him, his tail intentionally swishing in the water this time, then his sight landed on her.

Marinette blinked, shoulders tensing. In all of her "infinite wisdom," she hadn't thought about how to strike up conversation yet. "...Hi?"

He blinked back, squinting, though she could tell that it was because he was still waking up. He pushed himself up tiredly with his arms, then pointed deeper into the pool and asked, "Do you mind if I swim over there?"

"What?" How was that his first question?! "U-um, sure? Go ahead!"

He took the invitation immediately, slowly adjusting his position to allow him to properly swim into the deeper part of her pool. She found herself inching towards the edge of her seat, head raised as she watched him effortlessly swim around. Had she had a swimming partner like that, trying to adjust to her aqua powers would've been a lot less difficult.

After a moment of moving about in the water, the merman emerged like he'd done the equivalent of a morning stretch. He looked refreshed, his eyes more focused as he moved his bangs out of his vision. "Thanks for saving me. I could've been in big trouble if you didn't find me."

His statements only brought more questions to her, both ping-ponging around in her head until she'd settled on addressing the latter first. "You weren't in trouble before?"

He swam closer to the edge of the pool - nearest to where she was - and rested his forearms there. "How much do you know about merfolk?" When she didn't answer for a few seconds, he took pity on her and explained, "We cast spells using our voice. I thought I practiced my shifting spell enough, but I ran out of magic before I could find my sister's place."

So it had nothing to do with water then, but exhaustion. Marinette's lips pursed, tapping her pencil against her sketchpad as she contemplated if it'd be offensive or not to ask the next burning question that'd surfaced in her brain. The merman stared, this time with curiosity, and her resolve broke to ask, "Um, does she... live at the aquarium or something?"

The way he flashed her a grin, as well as the slight shaking of his shoulders, gave away the almost laugh. Marinette flushed pink, desperate to defend herself.

"S-secretly, of course! I don't go to the aquarium but I know they don't have merfolk there!"

That got a snicker out of him, though he tried to hide it behind his hand. Once he'd calmed, he corrected her, "No. My sister lives with her human girlfriend here. She just has more practice using the shifting spell than I do." He smiled, just slightly shy as he admitted, "I've never been on land before, but I wanted to surprise her."

"Your sister lives on the land?" she pressed further, only growing more baffled the more he explained. "How great is this girlfriend? They must've known each other forever."

To her continued shock, he shook his head. "She started practicing the spell since she first saw her."

"What?!" Marinette didn't know how she went out to do generic heroism and came back with this. "So it was love at first sight?"

"Sound," he clarified, but quickly realized that wasn't descriptive enough. "Merfolk are so rare to see because most of us don't need to leave our groups. We hear the song in everyone's hearts and it tells us right away if someone's the one, so we fall in love quickly."

"Oh." That was all she could say at first, but when she thought about it further it made sense. She'd been wondering why he was so calm around her and willing to divulge such information. Now she knew: he'd already "heard" that she was trustworthy.

She blushed, faintly embarrassed at the idea of having her "soul" read. Unconsciously, she held the sketchpad against her chest, as if she were exposed and trying to cover herself.

"Sorry." He raised a hand in a gesture to show that he meant no harm. "I can't control it."

"It's fine," she assured, mentally digging a hole to bury the urge to ask what he thought of her song. Hurrying to change the subject, she asked, "What are you going to do now?"

"Mm." He had an expression that said he didn't know. Looking away, he ran a hand through his wet hair, mulling over his potential options. "I guess I'll have to go back and practice more, since I can't stay human long enough."

"Can't you just stay here?"

The merman's head jerked back to her, wide-eyed. "...Are you sure?"

Marinette put a hand over her mouth as if it would push back the words she'd already said. The hero instincts had kicked in, always encouraging her to put herself out there for others even if it was an inconvenience to her or overly-impulsive.

"Ah—" She genuinely thought about it since it was too late to take it back. "Yes? You could go to your sister's house from here once you feel better. Besides, you taught me about your kind and are going through all of this just to surprise someone, so..." She shrugged for lack of better reasoning. "I think I can trust you?"

He beamed. Putting both hands flat against the edge of the pool, he pushed himself up to sit on it, thus leaving him free to offer her a handshake. "Thank you...?"

The trailing off at the end was a gentle request for her name. She smiled back at him, getting off of her chair in order to kneel down next to him and shake his hand. "Marinette."

"Luka," he introduced in return.

She was sure that the pool's water had been cool, but his hand was warm.

[yan-san-yan]

Luka merman or sea serpent au 🫧

I accidentally posted it earlier and deleted it, but here it is!

[oh-shit-i-spilled-my-genderfluid]

Lighthouse-keeper Peter keeping an eye on the mermaids (that most likely have been destroying his nets and may also have caused several shipwrecks) while they bask in the sunshine by the shore

Happy birthday @dcartcorner! Hope you like the art:)

[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊

I've been writing yanderes for a few days now, so I decided to create themes for them. Now with Nomura being an official character on the profile, do you guys like this idea, or do you think I should discard it?

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖞

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕹𝖔𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖆

[whosxafraid]

The Seaweed Is Always Greener

Tracked from [ X ] (It refused me editing so repost it is) @tabbyrp

In time with her snatching up her weapon of choice and the beginning of violence, a merman's head snaps back in confusion. Because what in the---? Mix matched eyes blink rapidly as the last bit of his projectiles lies in a hand. One that isn't so much ready to throw it at her now. Because she's talking...yelling really. Swearing at Saints and tossing out threats as she stabs an oddly shaped piece of wo--wait no he knows what that is. It's an oar. Yes. A piece of wood shaped so to make two leg's smaller moving islands...move. But there's a slight scrunch to his nose because...what is a saint anyway? And why is she swearing at it?

But those questions are knocked loose by a minimal shake of his head. One that tilts a little more the further into the cove she comes. Deeper she goes until coming up short and sudden at the almost mid point of her height.

I shall drag this cove with nets all day and night until you're caught. And then....

He finds himself leaning forward. Brows lifting by degrees. Because even he can tell she's working out what to say. a flicker of curiosity blooming what she will inevitably decide on. And then the other shell drops.

...And then you will be full of regret for these poor choices you have made in your existence.

And in pure honesty of the moment? It produces an indignant snort. Because he will be full of regret? He's already got his share of that and no he will not be taking on anymore. Still it makes him pause. Makes him think.

Why had she come back? Why was she here. Nearly dying--he thought that would be off putting enough but there's something to this particular two legs. A stubbornness he's only ever seen in bull sharks. And that...feeds his curiosity as much as his amusement.

And so his grip around that last bit of chum is tightened as he slips back beneath the surface. Locating her in the sea is easy. The bits of her that bellow out in the current makes her rather hard to miss even in the darkness. And he creeps forward by degrees. Using the silt and sand she's stirring up to get as close as he dares. Just out of reach of her and her oar. And for a moment he waits. Suspended in the dusty sea, clouded from view. But then. . .

The slightest twitch of a tail, the minimal stroke of an empty hand and he breaks the surface up to but not including his nose. Seaweed green and sun gold locked upon her. Because even one tiny motion he doesn't like? And he will do what he has to to keep his cove...his.

Yet for the moment he remains motionless. Dark mop hair flat against his skull. Weighed down by perpetual wetness. And maybe that makes his next movement look oddly funny. The way his head tilts ever so slightly to one side. The last bit of chum set blindly upon his tail before he uses it toss the chum over his own head. Where it lands just short of her between them.

As if to say:

Oh will you now? You and what army?

[kayspaceprinceart]

Yo-ho, Sebastian