#merman caesar

[aliensandanxiety]

I didn't forget my AU. Have some very messy and unfinished caejose Pirate/Merman food.

You know what I miss more than anything about digital art. Lowering opacity to tidy sketches.

Will probably delete this once I have something more finished to post 💪

[deliciest]

When you try to rescue your merman boyfriend carrying him princess style but he weights like 90kg or more... I've started a new comic for this AU last month! I think this is my fave AU from the ones I created hahaha I'm always looking forward to bringing them back in May!

... sorry I completely forgot to share here haha💦

[ghosttrea-archived]

omg your caejose mermay comic 🥺❤ and cae is sooo BIG 🥺 imagine the opposite tho, what if cae was a human and joseph was a very smol merman 😂

I can't help but think that a small merman!joseph would be a menace to the local fishermen.

Also I'm so so sorry for not responding for so long 🙇 I'm not sure if a disgruntled fisher!Caesar was what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy this anon

[ash3]

[jei-rifni]

merman! Old Joseph. his left hand is replaced with a trident

You all seem to enjoy mer-people ALOT I have so many merm requests lol

[connor-dioda]

A redraw of @kuromegarin 's mermaid caejose drawing!

Original art:

[earthbovndmisfit]

in the aquarium au Mer Joseph likes to leave his tank and crawl around and eventually stumbles upon the souvenir clothes gift shop. cue the tequila dress much to Mer Jonathan's bewilderment and caretaker Caesar's frustration

Suddenly, one day big red lipstick kisses appear all over Joseph's tank. They are on the side visitors and staff normally see, so everyone kinda assumes at first that it must be some kind of fan Joseph has among the visitors of that day. No one really pays it much mind so when the time to clean the outer parts of the tanks come, the cleaning staff realizes the kiss marks are not outside, but inside the tank.

Turns out, earlier that day, Caesar was tasked with helping visitors around the aquarium along with Jonathan and, when they got to Joseph's tank, guess who came out to say hi to Caesar, wearing his brand new dress and cherry red lipstick?

Caesar's face was redder than the lipstick marks, that's for sure.

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

[fortune-fool02]

Merman Joseph trapped under ice in winter and Caesar tries to free him. "You can breathe underwater, Jojo." (muffled) "GET ME OUT OF HERE IT'S FREEZING" "ok fine i'll get the ice saw" "HURRY"

Caesar not questioning Joseph's "Logic" anymore.

[travsd]

12,000 Additional Words on "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Worlds", Focusing on the Cast

What follows was adapted from a talk I cooked up in celebration of the 60th anniversary of the epic comedy movie It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (November 7) as well as the centennial anniversary of one of its myriad stars, Dick Shawn (December 1). It was originally to have been a live Zoom talk, then a Youtube video, then I downsized it to an audio special with effects and music, then just a raw…

[kirstenonic05]

lmao I love how everyone keeps making joseph into a merman in aus

he has no legs and can't nigerundayo

Exactly! It's just a funny thing to think about! Just a guy with a funny fish tail

[aliensandanxiety]

Merman Caesar in my sketchbook, from my pirate/merpeople AU

Bubble boy.

Having a blast with watercolours trying out underwater lighting effects and stuff.

[midnighteraser]

absolutely wacky idea for a plot twist: what if merfolk are actually common knowledge in this setting

everyone knows they exist, there's various positive and negative relations between them, some visit beaches regularly and are friends with humans. it just so happens that suzi and caesar have somehow never encountered them or heard of them so they go to absurd lengths to keep joseph hidden away from people. "they might sell him to the government lab or something!"

then people see him and are just like, "oh hey, a merman"

"you're not surprised?"

"why? everyone knows them"

THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

That would probably also be why there's always poachers on Joseph's tail; they're common knowledge, just rare. So they're a protected species but are often hunted for their scales.

And a lot of people have also tried to contact mers but have failed. Caesar and Suzi's contact is one of the only cases of successful contact since mers tend to avoid humans. The other cases include Lisa Lisa and George.

[ash3]

Sudden attention from a pet squid

[kingslayermarshmallow]

The sea is a tumultuous place. The waves heavy and hard on the shore, forever renewing and washing new shells and sand. The creatures lurking below the dark waters are what intrigued him most. Him, being Clark Kent, a humble fisherman, netting for shrimp and other seafood. 

The ocean always fascinated him. The color of the water and how the current can change in a moment's notice. A child's fancy. 

It wasn't until he began reading about sea creatures that he became interested in being a fisherman. Mermaids were the most intriguing things he's ever heard of. Half human, half fish? It can't have been possible. But it was! 

The day he saw a mermaid was the best- and worst- day of his life. 

Clark had woken up with a splitting headache. Did he drink enough water the day before or take his vitamins? No. But that wasn't important. Not when he had a full day ahead of him. 

Clark had a question for himself. Today was the day! He was going to find a mermaid. As juvenile as it sounds, that childhood dream of finding a mermaid had never died. 

So, he pushed away the pain in his head and got dressed. His forever optimistic approach to life fueled him. Clark was absolutely determined to find that childhood creature he was so fascinated with. 

Why today? Well, in all the folklore he's followed, the ides of March is the date that pops up the most. Yes, the Shakespearian date of Julius Caesar's death. It's silly, but from what Clark has read, it is the most common day mermaids are seen on. 

The water was suspiciously calm. Almost still besides soft waves lapping at the shore. Clark just sat there on the water. He didn't want to cast a line, fearing that he would catch something… or someone. 

And he waited. The sky is decidedly grey and gloomy. This certainly doesn't feel like a good day for a mythical creature to pop up. But, he sat politely in his boat, waiting for something to happen. 

There are no ripples of fish surfacing. It's as still as the ocean can get. 

The air is humid and warm. Despite most people disliking the wet warmth of the air quality, Clark found it comfortable. He decided that he would be on the water all day, waiting for the slim chance to get a glimpse of that fabled creature. 

He ate his all packed lunch silently, staring at the water. His eyes searched the blue expanse, looking for ripples. He tossed the last of his sandwich in the water, hoping for some kind of sign. 

A large fish surfaces to eat up the sandwich. Not a mermaid. Do mermaids like sandwiches? He thought vaguely. 

His eyes grew heavy. His lunch wasn't that big, but he still felt drowsy after his apple and sandwich. He hunkered down, resting against the bottom of his tiny rowboat. He kept his hope, still staying in the water. 

He fell asleep at some point. The nice humidity lulling him into a quiet sleep. The rocking of the boat soothed his nerves and excitement. His soft snores filled the silence. 

He was jolted awake by his rowboat being aggressively bumped into. He shot up from his comfortable resting spot. His eyes darted around the area. It wasn’t a harsh wave that woke him. He sees how the water ripples around him. 

Something bumped into his boat. It wasn’t a soft bump. 

Then, he sees it. The large, glittering blue tail, the way the scales turn into a thick skin. Black hair slicked back on a well formed head. Features handsome and regal. 

A mermaid! He had finally seen one after all these years. His childhood dream had come true at this moment. The mystical creature that his Ma and Pa said he was crazy for believing in is right before him.

Clark just stared. He doesn't want to ruin this moment. 

The mermaid doesn't look too pleased, though. His eyes are narrowed and suspicious. The mermaid lets out a series of clicks and high pitched sounds. Clark stays completely still. He doesn't want this moment to pass him by. 

The moment lasts a minute longer. The mermaid- merman?- keeps up his curious clicks. Clark doesn't do anything at all. He is neither threatening nor kindly. Neutral. His eyes are wide, wonderous with excitement and amazement. 

The mermaid stops his commotion. He comes closer to the rowboat, his irises cat-like and curious. 

“Hello?” Clark's voice trembles. He can hardly believe his eyes.

The mermaid simply stares, his pupils dilating and shrinking as he studies Clark. They sit like that for several minutes, staring and staring. 

Clark reaches out a trembling hand out. What would a mermaid do with his hand? He isn't sure. But he reaches out anyway, inviting affection or a hard bite. 

The mermaid looks at the outstretched hand, considering the offering. The mermaid hesitantly takes the human hand in his. 

There's a weird connection between them. A trust that forms is hesitant but true. Fingers touch and each being knows the other means no ill intent. 

And the mermaid swam away. 

The next day, Clark came back. He came back to the exact same spot in hopes of seeing the mermaid again. 

And that silvery tail showed again. And again, Clark extended his hand. Again, the mermaid took his hand. 

The same scene repeated for a week before Clark decided to start speaking. the Mermaid seemed to understand but was unable to speak back, only making clicks and trills. 

Clark named him Bruce. He certainly looks like a Bruce to him. Black hair slicked back, and a tail that glittered. 

Clark could talk for hours. And Bruce just listened. Clark isn't sure if Bruce catches all of what he says, but he doesn't mind. It's good to just talk. He talks about nothing in particular. His childhood, his parents, how he became a fisherman. 

One day, Bruce doesn't show. Clark waits on the water, anxious. He scans the sea, looking for that silver tail. He waits all day, his stomach too upset to eat anything. 

He goes home that night, discouraged. Had he said something? Was the mermaid simply not interested in him anymore? He couldn't sleep that night. 

He shouldn't be that upset. A mythical creature- that isn't so mythical anymore- had sat with him and let him talk for however long he wanted. That had to be a one time occurrence, right? 

Clark returns to the water anyway. His heart feels heavy, though. Has Bruce really just blown him off without another thought? He really shouldn't feel so crushed by this. 

Clark's boat rocks in the water, the waves pleasantly small. It's a nice day. A cloudless day with a blue sky. Humid, like always, but nice in general. 

Clark has his hopes up, though. Maybe it was a fluke. 

But, again, Bruce doesn't show. 

Clark is, again, unreasonably sad about it. 

That goes on for a week. No activity. Clark begrudgingly goes about his business as normal. After A week, he has to accept that the mermaid was simply a strange occurrence. That is, until Clark's boat shakes violently. 

That silver tail is seen again. Clark jolts up, his spirits lifted instantly. It's been a long time since he's been so happy to see another person. 

 He straightens his back, and an excited smile crosses his face. 

Bruce appears, his expression showing annoyance. Bruce has a child in his grip, the little mermaid twisting in his upset. Bruce plops the child in the boat, setting him into Clark's space like a disgruntled mother dropping off a baby at a daycare. 

Clark nearly jumps out of his skin, making sure the child doesn't fall or tumble out of the boat. He thrashes for a few moments, unhappy. “Woah, Woah!” 

He looks in the direction where Bruce appeared. He's gone. Had he really just dumped his kid on him like a free babysitter? Yes, yes he had. 

Clark spent the day taking care of the mermaid child, entertaining him and keeping him occupied. Clark had found a way to keep him curious by simply doing his job. Fishing. Mermaids are apex predators, so the child snacked on the fish Clark caught all day. It was nice. 

When Bruce came back to collect his sleepy child, he tossed a few golden coins into the boat. Bruce is paying him? The coins looked old and were worn down. 

Clark accepted the coins. “This is yours?” The child looks a lot like Bruce. It's like looking in a mirror. 

Bruce Makes an affirmative noise. He scoops up the child and swims away. Bruce has a kid now, I guess. He thinks quietly to himself. 

And the next day, Bruce returns with another mermaid baby. 

“Aw, two babies.” 

Clark does the same thing he did the other day. Entertain the kids until Bruce comes back and accept the coins Bruce gives him. 

The cycle continues. 

“Three… Okay…” 

“Four, that must be it, shouldn't it?” 

“Oh, a girl! That's so sweet!” 

“Okay, six?” 

“How many kids do you have?!” 

“Bruce come back, I can't entertain eight kids!” 

And that's how Clark Kent became a babysitter for eight mermaid children.

[connor-dioda]

a bit late but yesterday was Caesar's canon birthday!