#merman kokichi

[shuberryontwt]

Merkichi has a boyfriend now

[katastroficwriter]

sorry if you dont do this stuff anymore but i just wanted to ask what if Ouma, the siren one, had a mating season like other marine animals do? would it effect research in any way, or would he act differently towards different people? again, sorry

It's fine, I still think of this AU fondly since it's a rare case of me pumping out new ideas for something.

That's actually an interesting question. I'm pretty sure it would bring another side to 621-O. So I'll say yes to the mating season thing. It could go different ways, like he'd either display more violent tendencies (an urge to eat more, or perhaps because he'd be even more territorial). Or he'd be trying to be in his best behavior to attract a mate-- (K1-B0).

After a few tries of seducing K1-B0, and the robot not understanding his advances, 621-O will eventually grow frustrated. Especially when another woman like Iruma or Kirigiri approaches K1-B0 😂😂😂

During all this, all K1-B0 does is just record his behavior just as usual.

That's all I could think of at this point in time, thanks for sending your question 😊

[thelemoncoffee]

my friend Winter is really into webfishing rn and it made me want to try and make a saiouma prompt involving fishing. my best attempt:

Shuichi and his uncle go fishing together because his uncle wanted them to get out of the office for a while and what better way to do that than the most dad activity to do.

while their fishing Shuichi ends up finding out the hard way that there is a freshwater merman in the lake they're fishing at because said merman tried pulling him in by grabbing onto his line. the only reason the merman failed was because Uncle stepped in to help Shuichi reel the line back in, else Shuichi would have ended up in the water real fast. to day they were surprised they pulled up a whole guy would be an understatement

how this end up as gay love and how uncle reacts is up to y'all, i just wanted to fish Kokichi out of a lake

[eternal-love-song]

Freely Offered, Fairly Stolen

Rantaro visits the sea witch to make a deal.

[Kokichi/Rantaro] [Mermaid AU, Fantasy, Witches, Rantaro POV]

Late entry for @oumamiweek Escape/Haven

It was forbidden to go to the sea scar.

Rantaro had been raised on the warnings; cursed by the buildup of human bones, inhabited by a mer-eating witch, poisoned by the black stone deposits. For years the whispers had grown around him, becoming louder and more insistent. He had been resolved to heed the warnings when he was younger, but now he found himself swimming to the depths and looking for that forbidden place.

The sea scar was an old place. It was the once proud home to his father's people, but war had long torn the place asunder, leaving rubble and ruins behind. The structures that once stood here had long eroded, the plants long wilted, the space abandoned by all but algae. The land around it had healed, but the sea scar remained, left behind by powerful magic and fueled by dying curses. Sea witches were a scary thing, too rare for the rules to be known, too strong to be safe and accepted. Though no one knew exactly when it had happened, the rumors spoke of the sea witch taking residence here.

Years ago he never would have dreamed of coming to this cursed place, but today it was that very rumor that called him forward. He swam lower, letting his hand touch the half buried bones as he passed them and his touch brush through the wilted and withering kelp. There was a cold current running across the jagged entrance and Rantaro steeled himself as he descended.

There was a long time of darkness before he began to see the bioluminescent plants that lined the walls of the sea scar. Small things, growing out of crevices and reaching out into the darkness. Rantaro was careful to keep as much distance to them as he could, just in case they were dangerous or cursed.

He knew he wasn't alone when he began to hear a wicked laugh. "Nishishi, and then there was one."

Rantaro went still as he looked around, trying to see where the witch was hiding. He'd heard that the witch was a thief and anything you offered to her freely could be stolen. A name, a voice, even things that you didn't know someone could steal. It was dangerous to talk with such a being, but he had grown more desperate than he was afraid.

"What's a delicate little merman doing in my domain, hmm?"

The witch asking him the question first meant that he could explain, but he had to be careful. Don't offer what you are not asked for, don't give unless you will receive. He had no idea if these rules for dealing with a witch were accurate, but they sounded like good enough advice and he had very few options.

"I came to bargain," he said.

The water swirled around him. Rantaro's head jerked to the side but not fast enough to see what had moved past him. "And what are you willing to bargain?"

That question felt like a trap. He'd be offering too much for nothing, giving answers without clear questions. He stayed silent, trying to push down the thread of nerves that told him he was doing the wrong thing or that it didn't matter.

"Nothing to say?" The witch asked. When he remained silent, the witch laughed again. "Aww, and here I was hoping that you would be a fool. Guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Amami's tend to be smart."

"What?" Rantaro pressed a hand to his mouth to keep him from saying anything else.

"Nishishi!" The witch cackled again. "Curious, are you? You came here without knowing anything, did you?"

Rantaro caught sight of the witch then. White tentacles that illuminated the darkness and glowing eyes, but just for a moment before they faded to black and camouflaged to the darkness. What was this witch, he wondered. Nothing like he'd seen before, that was for sure.

"What are you?" Rantaro found himself asking. He blinked and the witch was suddenly right before, glowing eyes and wide smile much too close to his face. Rantaro flinched, finding himself with his back to the cave war before he knew it.

"I'm the sea witch," he answered. "I'm the keeper of the old words and new ways. I'm everything you fear and all that you need. Do you need a name for your nightmares?"

"Yes," Rantaro answered without thinking. He didn't want to keep calling this creature a witch though. Even if it was true, it felt a little rude.

"Name yourself first, little merman," the witch demanded.

Rantaro debated the pros and cons for a moment before deciding to just be honest. It wasn't a question, but even if the witch could steal his name, that wasn't something Rantaro really needed. Not anymore. "I'm Rantaro Amami."

The witch’s limbs became illuminated again and he could see the eight tentacles furling beneath the humanoid torso. The witch held up his hand, plucking something out of the water between them and a placing it into his other palm. "Finally, I have the full set. It was driving me crazy to be one Amami short for so long."

Rantaro moved forward, only to be grabbed by the witch’s tentacles. Both arms, his tail, and his waist were quickly wrapped, leaving him immobilized. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "Did you do something to them?"

"Hmm?" The witch tilted his head and grinned, two tentacles folding beneath his face as he made an innocent expression. "Do something to who, sweet Rantaro?"

"My sister!" he yelled. "Do you know what happened to them?"

"Oh, you sweet, silly merman," the cooed. "It seems like you're the last to know." The witch swam past him, limbs unwrapping as he moved to the other wall. There were grooves hollowed out on the shelf, lined with bottles. The bottles were filled with strange magical things; glowing swirls, oddly colored bubbles, human trinkets, and other things that he couldn't identify. There were thirteen bottles on the shelf. The witch grabbed an empty bottle and shoved his hand inside before swiftly corking it. Then he turned back to Rantaro. "Now then, Amami, what do you want to bargain for?"

Rantaro wanted to correct him, to insist that he be called by his given name. He had a lot of family after all, and being one of thirteen Amami's was a lot more complicated than being a single Rantaro. He couldn't seem to do it though. Every attempt to say his own name ended up with gasping and coughing on nothing. "What did you do?"

"Just a little souvenir," the witch said, a tentacle waving between them as if to brush off the topic. "You'd do well to answer my question if you want me to help though, before I get bored."

So the witch had stolen his name after all. Rantaro pressed his lips together and for a moment, he wanted to refuse to speak. He wanted to demand that the witch give back what he stole. But what good would it do? And did he really want to waste a potential bargain on that when he had much more important things to focus on?

He sighed. "I want to bargain for your aid to help me find my sisters. I've lost them."

"You've lost them?" the witch laughed. "The only thing you've lost is your name. You're already following the exact path that they did, a year late and a stone short."

"They've been here," he realized.

"Youngest first," the witch said, tapping one bottle in particular. "And then one by one, they all came, they all went. Some of them wanted me to wait for you, Amami. Some of them left messages and magic, some of them prayers or curses. You're all so funny. Thinking you're the only one in all the ocean to want what you want, to ask what you ask, to give what you give. It would be boring if it wasn't so funny."

"So then you know where they are?" Rantaro asked.

"Of course I do," he answered with a grin. "I'm the one that sent them there."

Rantaro swam closer, mildly surprised when he wasn't stopped again, but ignoring that as he grabbed the witch’s shoulders as tightly as he could. "Where are they? What did you do?"

He pointed upward. "They're all on the surface." He shrugged out of Rantaro's hold and moved past him. "They found that the ocean was starting to feel too small for them."

"The surface," Rantaro repeated. "Where the humans are?"

"That's right! And it's super easy to do the same thing." The witch's lips curled into a wicked grin. "For a price."

"What price?" he asked immediately.

"Nishishi, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me Amami." He swam around Rantaro, touching him with all eight tentacles, making him feel more claustrophobic than descending into this jagged crevice in the first place. "You've already paid half the price, so even if you leave now, there's one thing that you're not getting back."

"My name," he said grimly.

"That's right. And the one thing that I need from you, is to take me out of this place."

His eyes widened as he stared at the witch. "What?"

"I'm cursed," the witch answered with a frown, the first he had worn the whole encounter. Trapped to haunt this small crevice of the ocean until something and so on and so forth. The details don't matter," he waved off.

Rantaro took that to mean that he didn't trust Rantaro with the exact details. If he had been cursed though, Rantaro could understand that.

"I've gotten a promise, permission, a whole host of things to circumvent this curse and all I need now is for someone to take me away from here." His face went blank as he stared at Rantaro. "It's easy enough for me to give you legs and lungs, so that you can follow your sisters to the surface. So you take me out of here and I'll give you the path that they walked so that you can walk it too."

"What's the catch?" he asked.

The witch slowly smiled again and held out his hand. "The catch is that you'll always ask that question and never be sure you have the right answer."

Rantaro stared at the hand. This whole thing could be a lie, he was aware, or a trick. He could be abandoned on the surface or worse, in the middle of the ocean with new legs and lungs. Somehow though, looking at the witch’s face made him sure that none of those things would happen. He expected the witch's words were right on the latter, that he would always wonder and never be completely sure. Given everything that had happened, how long he had been searching, the way each of his sister's had vanished one by one with no one the wiser, he felt that this was the best way forward. He would just have to lend out his trust.

He took the witch's hand. "I agree."

The witch smiled and he looked less ominous the way his face lit up with actual joy. "Then I renounce the name of Kokichi Ouma and lay claim to the name Rantaro."

So the witch was named Kokichi. Or was? It was a little confusing, but when the witch raised an eyebrow at him, Rantaro began swimming back out of the cave floor and pulling the witch with him. He heard the clink and clank of bottles as the witch’s tentacles grabbed things off the shelf but he didn't look back. He didn't stop in fact, until he had swam full stop to the water's surface. He was unbelievably tired at the end of it, choking on air as he broke free of the water, finding himself collapsing into the tentacles of his new companion.

Kokichi cradled him as waves of agony and breathlessness overcame him. Pain crashed through him as his tail was torn in two, as his chest seemed to explode, as his skin shed scales and fins. At the end of it all, all he could think of was how beautiful the sky looked, how warm the sun made him, and how comforting it was to be in the arms of this strangely friendly witch.

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Hopes Peak Academys Fish

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/g1rxGMj

by Jeireilost

——————————————- Hope’s Peak Academy’s Fish ——————————————-

The ocean is a beautiful underworld, full of creatures, beautiful coral, and so much more that the world has yet to discover.

The ocean, from a mer-person’s perspective, is different. It stretches on forever, a vast and mysterious world full of life and beauty.

It’s a realm of endlessness, with each wave bringing a new discovery. The ocean is a place of great power and great wonder, a timeless thing that stirs the soul. It holds the secrets of the earth, the source of all life, and the swimmers swim in it with a sense of reverence and awe.

Or: Kokichi is a built different Little mermaid. But he’s a guy. He’s also still little but who cares—

Or: Kokichi’s “adventures” in Hope’s Peak as a merman. His classmates and him just vibing honestly.

Words: 5177, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Amami Rantaro, Iruma Miu, Harukawa Maki, Oma Kokichi, Tojo Kirumi, Shinguji Korekiyo, Celestia Ludenberg, Kirigiri Kyouko, Komaeda Nagito, Hinata Hajime, Chabashira Tenko, Yumeno Himiko, Gokuhara Gonta, Hoshi Ryoma, Akamatsu Kaede, Momota Kaito, Shirogane Tsumugi, Yonaga Angie, K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), New Dangan Ronpa V3 Ensemble, Panta (Dangan Ronpa), there May be more but I ain’t doing all that bro

Relationships: Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi, Kirigiri Kyoko/Celestia Ludenberg, Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito, Celestia Ludenberg & Oma Kokichi, Komaeda Nagito & Oma Kokichi, Kirigiri Kyoko & Saihara Shuichi, Kirigiri Kyoko & Oma Kokichi

Additional Tags: Oma Kokichi Being Oma Kokichi, It might be out of character at times so bare with me, Eventual Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi, Merman Ouma Kokichi, Komaeda Nagito Being Komaeda Nagito, Iruma Miu & Oma Kokichi Friendship, Kokichi Ouma & Nagito Komaeda friendship, New Dangan Ronpa V3 Ensemble is Class 79, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair (Dangan Ronpa), Alternate Universe - Hope's Peak Academy (Dangan Ronpa), Alternate Universe - No Ultimate Talents (Dangan Ronpa), Alternate Universe - No Killing Game (Dangan Ronpa), Little mermaid up in here, I did this because I was watching H20, also imma just say any other mermaid show is ASS if not H20, Iruma Miu's Dirty Mouth, Iruma Miu Being Iruma Miu, Im not Doing the whole government thing where the world finds out about Kokichi and stuff, Kiss Kiss Fall in Love, slowburn?, Almost Kiss, Everyone Is Gay, Flirting, friendship is magic bro, Lesbian Celestia Ludenberg, Minor Kirigiri Kyoko/Celestia Ludenberg, Celestia Ludenburg is Kokichi Ouma’s mom, Kirigiri Kyoko is Shuichi Saihara’s mentor, everyone technically still has talents, Debating on the heterochromia for Kokichi

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/g1rxGMj

[breezere]

im Thinkin

small extra:

[annqer]

I wonder who is he looking at 👀

merman kokichi I drew for a certain someone

probably gonna draw shu for the midget

[es-purr]

So i made some merman observation AU fan art. the AU was made by @katastroficwriter and I think it’s really cool.

[skittle-skittle]

OK, so, I drew these because I have no impulse control. They took about 24 hours but I will probably end up drawing more because siren/mermaid fics are my life source and I love them. I don’t know how to link/connect the creator to this (I’ve never used social media before in my life, I have no clue what I’m doing, forgive me lol), soooo it’s for AcidClovers, who designed these guys (great job btw, this was super fun to draw). 

[maxiemcsoda]

Tree noises

[winter-iris13]

been kinda depressed so I needed to get some kokichis out of my system, he is a comfort character :')

credit to @kaiwuff 's octo-kichi design, he was just too cute. also nips lol

also the one with a hedgehog is art for @katastroficwriter 's fanfiction with kiibouma at hogwarts, it was a winter fic but i loved it :)

[shuberryontwt]

My beloved Clownfish Kokichi aka Merkichi for a strawpage request

If you'd like to send a request here's my page :3

[katastroficwriter]

“...........”

Iruma-san hardly smiles, and seemed to be only capable of scowling. But whenever she visits the Professor, she relaxes visibly.

For a brief period of time, the look of regret in her eyes intensifies, before it leaves her face. All that remains is determination.

...I can’t say that aloud though, she might scold me for observing her without her permission.

That said, she had been working with the Professor for a long period of time. Even before he went into a coma. Her visits are regular and are far from unexpected.

That wraps up the small “arc” of Kiibo’s surveillance video observation. 

[thelemoncoffee]

i realized a weird inexplicable pattern in my Kokichi associations and i wanna use it as a prompt.

idk why, but for some reason i find Kokichi and the ocean tied to one another in my mind- be it pirate aus, merfolk aus, my beachtown/surfer hc, the twst kids au, or some odd combination. so lets just make that a whole thing yeah?

an au where Kokichi feels a draw toward the ocean, or at least large bodies of water, for reasons he can't (or doesn't want to) explain. the reason can be up to you really, but some suggestions i have inculde reincarnation, seceretly a merman, some Davey Jones ass curse shit, sirens, his adrenaline junkie ass went on a boat once and his brain got rewired, and waterfae

bonus- to scritch the saiouma itch- an ocean lured Kokichi falling in love with Shuichi partially because he reminds him of the ocean, with his deep blue hair and brewing storm of thoughts beneath the surface

[danganronpa85hope-blog]

Process of making keychrms for my mermaid au! 

[queerava]

alternative title: the shape of water v3