#mers yesssss

[bubbiethesaur]

So I started reading @ohno-the-sun ‘s fic Under the Surface and I literally binge-read all the chapters out so far in one night because it hooked me so fast. And then I couldn’t sleep until I did some fun sketches while my hand still felt alright. So woe, fish boy doodles be upon ye.

(Character belongs to @ohno-the-sun )

[ghost-bxrd]

<3333 head in hands over baby mer!Jay and the whole AU <333 picking up reading comics just for Calvin ahaha

Would love to hear more about baby mer!Jay, Dick and Bruce :') if you'd like to share any cute hcs!

YESSSSS! Calvin deserves more recognition for real!!!!! 😩💚💚💚💚

And I don’t wanna give too much away but here’s some more bullet points to chew on hehe ✨🌊

Jason’s bioluminescence is voluntary and another way his species communicate with each other

Dick loves his little (and somewhat strange) snake(?) mer brother to pieces, but sometimes he gets this kind of chill down his spine when he watches Jason hunt

Bruce’s sense for danger is shot to hell where his pod is concerned. Jason could probably take a bite straight out of his tail (he would never) if he was hungry and Bruce would just coo and promise to go hunt soon

Dick’s siren nature makes him ferociously protective and, beyond Bruce, the first line of defense

Jason’s tail, though still slim and frail looking, is powerful enough even at his kid size to crush another mer’s tail. Bruce and Dick don’t seem to realize this, Alfred catches the drift when he sees Jason break clean through the hinges of a sunken boat because he’s curious about what’s inside

Jason (for some reason Dick can’t fathom) is adamant about them all staying away from the trenches where the ocean floor reaches 8km+. Dick takes that to mean Jason’s scared of the giant squid and whatnot down there and muses his family got killed by them. It’s actually because Jason knows his own species tends to roam that place and Dick would stand no chance against one of them.

Dick loves interacting with some chosen humans but refuses to let Jay come close to any of them because in his head he wouldn’t have a good way of protecting himself like Dick does (siren song)

—> meanwhile Jason “you know I could literally unhinge my jaw and bite their head off????”

——> Dick, cooing and not taking one word seriously “awww Jay, sure, you’re a big and scary mer 💚💚💚”

[mychlapci]

I love that mertwins au so much, but the idea that they flair their fins for aggressive purposes has me wondering if they genuinely just think Prowl’s fucking furious and ready to fight all the goddamn time. Like, doorwings and wings are just There. They’ve got their own distinct meanings, I’m sure, but there’s probably very little crossover between wing cants and fan flaring. I wonder if there’s some cultural miscommunication going on between the land mechs and the mers… I imagine the reunited twins finally paying real attention to the land mechs and finding out that Prowl’s wings actually go up even MORE when he’s happy and excited. The little flutters aren’t intended to be a dangerous distraction after all.

If you wanted to get sexy with it, one could imagine that a mer’s fans are usually used for one of two things: warning off others or attracting mates. So then the twins might assume that if Prowl’s not threatening them, he might be propositioning them? And sure, he’s alright for a land mech. Not bad to look at, either. Why not? Prowl’s in for a big surprise when they drag him into their tank to ��explore their differences”. The rush of bubbles from Prowl’s vents when they manage to slide their spikes into his strange land mech’s slit probably only eggs them on.

Eventually they’ll manage actual, meaningful communication. But probably not before Prowl is fucked full of a baby mer or two. Maybe another set of twins… Actually, this could go either way; are mers mammals who nurse their live young, or are the twins pumping an entire clutch of eggs into Prowl’s little valve?

yesssss, that's so cute actually, i love a little cultural miscommunication. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe always jump back when Prowl's door wings flare up, their own fins fluttering as they get ready to make one hell of a territorial display. But Prowl is just too confusing. He'll flare his "fins" but he comes closer to them at the same time, as if he wasn't doing a threat display at all... well, then he must be trying to present his glorious fins to attract his mates! well out of mating season, yes, but what do they know, things might be different for land mechs!

They reciprocate fast. Prowl can't even protest before he's cumming around thick merformer spikes <3

honestly, i prefer pups... I can get into Prowl pumped full of little eggs, but if i can choose, i definitely want him to carry Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's mer pups <33

[reborrowing]

yesssss resetting my ipad worked for whatever reason to fix whatever was wrong, absolutely no problems reworking some of yesterday’s mer au doodles

[angrelysimpping]

As soon as I get farther into baldur's gate 3, it's over for all of you. I WILL write for it, and I will not be stopped. Already thinking about writing something a little self indugent.

[sbk-zgvlt]

You know that au where Sebek accidentally gets transported to Yuu's world. I feel like Sebek would most likely top the cohort in first place when exams roll around because he wanted to make sure that Yuu's parents would not feel their efforts on him would be wasted on him. Not only that, he would most likely keep up with his training regimen when he returns back to Twisted Wonderland which equals to him being fatigued.

The upperclassmens that would make it a point to come to Sebek's class almost every break or free period would see Sebek's eyebags and muted demeanor and in their big brothers' minds go

'Alright, who bullied our junior'

One of em goes 'Guys- he's not being bullied-'

'i think it's the student president. Have you seen him stalking Sebek??'

'guys- he's just tired-'

'nah I think it's that gym rat who keeps trying to outrun him-'

'i give up. Sebek-kun, you wanna go to the canteen? There's a salmon sushi, it'll be my treat 🍣'

'Hai!'

'it could be that weird dnd kid that keeps saying that Sebek has magic powers-'

'don't push yourself too hard, mmkay? You are doing more than enough. Don't need to prove it to your parents when you being here is a gift already.'

'...thank you senpai'

Cut and cue from the wholesome moment to Diasomnia screeching at every fish they see because it reminds them of Sebek. Azul is trying his best to pull them away from the Mostro Lounge because maintenance is expensive 😔💀

YESSSSS

Sebek is...disoriented, to say the least. Was this truly how Yuu felt when they got in Twisted Wonderland? If so, he doesn't blame them for always looking done with everything.

He does his best to make it up to Yuu's parents who've been letting him stay in their house and using THEIR MONEY to send Sebek to school. Money that shouldve been used on Yuu, and WOW Sebek has to apologize to them if ever he sees them again

He works OVERTIME, trying to repay his "debt" to Yuu's parents and proving to the other humans that he "belongs" in this school. Of course, Sebek is the kind of workaholic who works until he DROPS. LITERALLY. FROM THE STAIRCASE IN HIS SCHOOL.

The upperclassmen that Sebek has endeared himself to (unknowingly) are RIGHTFULLY concerned, and try to get to the bottom of Sebek's...less than Sebek demeanor nowadays (NO ONE'S BULLYING HIM IDIOTS he just DOESNT TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF).

Its hard adjusting to a whole new world that doesnt have magic, doesnt have mers, fae, or beastmen. Doesnt have the first years. Doesnt have his family.

But Sebek tries anyways.

[merakiui]

OML MERAAA THE NEW MANGA PANNELS WITH OCTOVINELLE IS LIKE MY LIFE SUPPORT 😭

THOSE THREE ARE SO FINE SJSJJS

YESSSSS AAAAAAAA OTL life has been breathed back into me after seeing those panels..... it's a blessing to see the sillies illustrated!!! >0< I fear I cannot and will not be normal when we finally see their mer forms and Azul's overblot illustrated.

Also, this Azul panel............ he's so dramatic. I love him. <3

[pageofthemicocee]

WE NEED TO DRAW US IN THE FIT FR

brb i need to draw myself in scout outfit my partner is legit like sniper and im legit like scout so brb imma do something

[dapandapod]

helloooo I am here for mermay prompts! 👀

how about "lost" for Geraskier (bonus points if Geralt is the mer) 💜💜

ALEX YESSSSS, look, this was finished two days ago, and then it was finished again yesterday, and now again this morning. Did I add 1k to the story just to add a kiss? Maybe. Please enjoy <3 Send me a pairing and a word and I will make you some words? ❤️

On Ao3 here

Bardic inspiration be damned, Jaskier decides, slipping once again on the pebbled ground as he climbs the rocky coast line of Skellige.

He had wanted to see the whales, but did not listen to the advice given by the locals to go to one of the cliffs beyond the village. No, Jaskier really thought it would be better to experience it up close and all that.

He didn’t even see a fucking whale. 

Maybe whale watching is done better from up high, but Jaskier had seen this perfect spot down by the rocks and now he is full of sweaty regrets.

Because he can’t find the path he took to get down here and the high tide is sweeping in, making his path treacherous and slippery. 

Swearing profusely, Jaskier manages to at least get above the waterline. His shoes are wet, as are his breeches to the knee, but at least his leather satchel is fine.

Good thing he didn’t bring the lute.

Jaskier settles down to wait it out. It’s a fine day after all, even if the sun is slowly setting, and the sea is as calm as it can be around here.

Despite being so frustrated with himself, Jaskier finds himself relaxing. The sun shimmers on the surface of the sea, and gulls cry above, accompanied by the lapping of waves.

There are some rock formations further out, some of them almost shaped like giant, crooked pillars.

This view is why he was drawn to Skellige after all, so far away from his homelands. The stone he sits on is hard, yes, but warmed from sitting in the sun all day. 

Out of the corner of his eye, to the left, Jaskier notices movement.

When he turns his head, there is nothing there.

Strange.

He knows Skellige is not the safest of places. The coast is riddled with harpies and sirens, the latter especially dangerous this close to the water.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Then he spots something again, but this time straight ahead. It is directly in the bright reflection, so Jaskier has to squint but isn’t that… it looks like…?

The back of a whale!

Jaskier scrambles up to his feet, trying to shield his eyes to get a better look. Yes, that really is a whale out there! A big one, looks like, and far out!

He can only see the top of it, and the strange huffing sound travels across the surface when it blows water high, high up into the air.

The droplets are glistening like diamonds, like rain on a sunny day, as they fall back down.

The whale stays there for another minute or two, breathing deeply, and then the surface ripples as she dives.

Her tail comes up, rivulets of water falling down her fin, and then gives a giant splash as she pushes herself further down.

Jaskier realizes his mouth is hanging open.

He truly didn’t expect to see one, and not this close to the shore. Alright, it was not that close to the shore, but still visible to the naked eye, and he is thrilled.

He scans the surface once more, hungry for another sighting, but once the water has calmed there is nothing else.

Immediately, Jaskier starts going through his satchel to bring out the precious paper and pencil to write this down. When he finds it, he plops back down on the rock, legs crossed, and everything else forgotten.

The words come easily, filling the page with poetry and observation.

So lost in it, he doesn’t even notice he isn’t alone anymore until there is a soft splash right in front of him.

Jaskier startles, a long black line scratching across the page.

He could swear there is the upper half of a face sticking up out of the water, just a few feet away from him.

Pale skin, yellow eyes, even paler hair slicked back over what seems to be a surprisingly human-shaped head.

Jaskier’s heart is beating so hard he can feel it in his throat. Is this a siren? No, he would be dead by now, wouldn’t he?

Is it a dead person? No, the eyes are watching him very intently, blinking slowly, so it couldn’t be. It could be a drowner, though, but aren't they blue?

When nothing happens, Jaskier forces himself to relax his posture. His entire body is fighting him, that knee-jerk fight or flight response trying to decide which is best to do, but Jaskier decides on neither.

“Hello?” he ventures, and the eyes look back at him. “Who might you be?”

There is no response, which, fair, nose and mouth both seem to be submerged. But the being comes just a little bit closer, and Jaskier fights to keep his breathing even.

Just to be safe, Jaskier puts his papers to the side, pinned in place by the satchel. It wouldn’t do for them to become wet, even if this is where he meets his end. Maybe the skalds can sing about him, were they to find his notes. The bard who got too close, or whatever.

Fear is great inspiration, it would seem.

With a soft sound, the top of a head becomes an entire head, a neck, shoulders, and arms. Pale, glistening, well muscled, and surprisingly human looking, were it not for the gills on his neck, the long fins along the outside of the under arms, and smatterings of scales.

The white hair is longer than he thought, slightly curly now that it is out of the water, and sticking to the sides of the person’s face.

Jaskier blinks hard, taking it all in. 

“Are you a mer?” Jaskier asks breathlessly, as the person pulls themself up on a rock. The lower half of the body is still hidden, but he can see hints of scales on their sides and down over the hips. Pale grey, like pale silver, he thinks.

The person, who looks very much like a man, tilts his head, and seems to scent the air.

“Afraid?” The person asks, his voice raspy and low. Yeah, it absolutely sounds like a he, but Jaskier is not very well versed in Mer anatomy.

“You surprised me,” Jaskier says carefully. “I thought I was alone.”

“You are never alone in the sea,” the mer says between sharp teeth. 

As if that wasn’t a terrifying statement.

But the Mer speaks the language of Skellige, and Jaskier desperately wants to know more.

“Who are you?” Jaskier asks. “Do you live here?”

“This is my territory,” the Mer says, straightening up a little, revealing just a hint of a powerful tail below the surface. “Mine to keep.”

Jaskier smiles at the little display, finding it a little endearing despite the hint of aggression. Like a hissy kitten, trying out its claws.

“Then I am your guest. Forgive me, but I am lost, and I can’t find my way back.”

The mer watches, expression giving nothing away. Then again, expressions just might be different for Mer, Jaskier muses.

“Forgive? Do you need forgiveness for being lost?” 

“Maybe not, but for imposing on your territory. I did not know it was yours. I only wanted to see a whale.”

The mer looks over his shoulder when Jaskier motions with his hand out to the open sea. His profile in the fading light is stunning, and Jaskier feels like he is in some kind of fairy tale.

“And did you see her?” The Mer turns back towards Jaskier.

“I did. She was beautiful.”

The Mer seems satisfied with this answer, and does an odd little hum. It rumbles along his sides, and Jaskier notices another set of thin fins along his ribs. He also notices scars, some new and some old. 

“You may call me Geralt,” The Mer suddenly decides, pulling Jaskier out of a daydream where he considers what else is out there.

“Geralt,” Jaskier repeats. Not what he expected a Mer to be named, but again, who is he to tell? “You may call me Jaskier.” 

“Jaskier.” Geralt says it like he is tasting the name, and with a slight lisp. “Is this land your territory?”

“I am but a guest here as well. I am a wanderer.” Jaskier smiles again, and Geralt’s eyes dip down to it, as if he doesn’t understand.

“So no territory?” Geralt asks, seemingly confused about the prospect.

“None. Well, none but this one.” And Jaskier pats his satchel. “It holds my treasures, and the stories I collect.”

“How does one collect stories?” Geralt asks, sinking into the water again and swimming closer, eyes all the while trained on Jaskier.

He stops when he is about an arm’s length away from the rock where Jaskier is sitting, making Jaskier’s adrenaline run again.

“Afraid?” Geralt asks again with a frown, tilting his head back as if he is smelling the air. Huh.

“A little,” Jaskier admits, seeing no point in lying. “I have never met your kind before, and I don’t know if you would wish to drown me.”

“If I had wanted that, you’d already be dead,” Geralt says with a cold expression, probably meant as a reassurance, but it doesn’t feel like one.

The Mer props himself up on a rock hidden under water and Jaskier now sees the tail, sleek, strong and silver.

“I collect stories by writing them down, and sometimes singing them,” Jaskier explains, deciding he does not want to remain on the subject of drowning while stuck where he is. “Would you like to hear one?”

When Geralt nods his assent, Jaskier thinks about the skellige songs he knows. Most are bawdy tavern songs, to be honest, but he recalls a ballad of the Maid and the Moon.

He sings it with the lapping of the waves and the cry of gulls, slapping his hand to the rock to keep the beat. It sounds better with a drum, but it will do.

Geralt keeps watching him, keeps doing that weird blink of his. Jaskier starts another one, one of war and fire. And then another one about returning home, which aches just a little.

When the songs are done, Geralt doesn’t say anything, just dives beneath the waves.

The sun is getting really low, and Jaskier is a bit worried he will have to stay here all eve. He isn’t wearing much more than his white tunic and a thin pair of trousers, courtesy of the Skelligan summer heat, but the temperature is dropping along with the setting sun.

Geralt returns with less of a splash than Jaskier expects.

His hair sticks to his forehead, and this close Jaskier notices a scar over his left eye. It looks old, and deep, and Jaskier can’t help but wonder if Geralt’s skin would be cool to the touch, if he were to reach out.

With some strain, Geralt reaches up to the rock where Jaskier is sitting, and Jaskier shifts to accept what Geralt is offering. Their fingers touch, and Jaskier learns that no, Geralt is not cold. The ring that he is handed, however, is. 

“Does this one have a story too?” the Mer asks, and Jaskier is immediately flattered for being trusted with Geralt’s treasure.

“I’m sure it does, but it seems it is not mine to tell. Is it yours?”

Jaskier attempts to give the ring back, but Geralt sinks further into the water, shaking his head.

“I do not know it. The ring is yours to keep, Jaskier, as a thanks for sharing your collection of stories with me.”

Jaskier senses this is goodbye, as the Mer swims backwards, back out towards the deep. Despite their short time together, the thought of parting stings. It feels unlikely they will meet again. 

“Come back again, Jaskier the wanderer. It was good to have you as a guest. Your path to land is clear.”

Jaskier blinks in surprise, and then frowns at this statement. When he turns to look towards the rocks around and behind him, he realizes that the tide has pulled back enough for him to climb up towards the safety of land. When Jaskier looks back, Geralt is gone.

The waves lap against the stones as if nothing happened. Before the sun can disappear beyond the horizon, Jaskier gathers his things and carefully makes his way up.

When he’s ascended to safety, he turns once more, looking out over the ocean. The sky is a myriad of colors, birds a dark outline against its splendor, but not a hint of his new friend is to be seen.

-----

The day after brings a storm and Jaskier is unable to go back to the shore for another two days. It’s strange, but Jaskier feels an itch under his skin, he wants to go back, learn more, see Geralt again.

On the third day the sky clears, the clouds finally finishing with their weeping and the wind its howling.

Jaskier is better prepared this time. He sits down on the same rock as before, and he sings while he waits.

Geralt finds him again on that rock, this time swimming close without any hesitation.

“Lost again?” Geralt asks. There is a new set of gashes on his arm, looking like claw marks, too big to be anything Jaskier would ever want to meet. 

“No. Looking for a friend.” Jaskier smiles. “If you will have me as a guest once more.”

Geralt smiles back at him then, stiff though it may be, but Jaskier sees it as the gift it is anyway.

“It would be my honor.”

------

Since Jaskier came to Skellige, he has seen at least three whales, climbed a number of beautiful and treacherous mountain passes, and tasted alcohol strong enough to give women chest hair. He has made friends with skalds and fishermen and errand boys and lords, and his time is coming to a close.

He will miss it. Them. This sharp country and its inhabitants, the living myths found hidden everywhere.

There is one he will miss a lot, Jaskier thinks, as he makes the now familiar climb down the rocky shore.

Saying goodbye is a part of being a wanderer, but it doesn’t make it any easier. His mother always liked to remind him, a goodbye is not a farewell, but still, Jaskier doesn’t have much hope for that.

Geralt is already there waiting for him, and Jaskier plops down on a rock further down so he can dip his feet into the water.

The Mer had expressed great interest in the concept of shoes, struggling with understanding their  function. That first time Jaskier had joined him for a swim, Geralt had made one of his unreadable faces when Jaskier took off everything but his underclothes before getting in.

Technically the cove not a safe place to swim as the currents are strong and had threatened to pull Jaskier under more than once, but Geralt was always there to catch him.

Now, Geralt is sunbathing, propped up in a way to let his bare chest soak up as much sunlight as possible, his tail lazily moving side to side in the shallow water.

He is achingly beautiful, and Jaskier is suddenly struck by melancholy.

Jaskier doesn’t say anything when he sits, only removes his shoes and socks to dip his toes in water that doesn’t get warm, even in summer. 

The Mer opens his eyes, gazing directly at him, eyes as bright as rays of sunlight.

“Sad?” Geralt asks in that direct way of his. 

“Yes,” Jaskier admits, splashing his feet and scaring off the shrimp that were brave enough to approach him.

Geralt sits up enough to lean back on his elbow and watches Jaskier intently.

“Why?” 

“I am leaving soon, my friend. A ship arrives within the week to take me home. To my territory.”

Geralt opens and closes his mouth, then looks out over the sea.

“Hm,” he says, confirming that he understood but doesn’t know how to reply.

Were Geralt a human, Jaskier would have asked him to come with, but he is not. Geralt’s territory is here, his life is here, and even with a boat, the travel across the seas is dangerous.

He will not ask it.

They sit in silence for a long while, Jaskier humming under his breath when a story, this story, starts to take form. 

When it is time to leave, Geralt swims close, gently taking hold around Jaskier’s calves to stay afloat.

“You have been a good friend,” Geralt says, deep in thought.

“As have you,” Jaskier says, aching with the sadness of parting, of leaving Geralt behind.

To soothe himself, he reaches out a hand and cups Geralt’s cheek. Something he has not done before, something he did not think welcome, but Geralt leans into it. 

“I will miss you,” Jaskier says quietly, and the Mer looks up at him through thick lashes.

Then he pushes himself out of the water, heaving himself up on the rock and leaning over Jaskier, into his personal space.

There is water everywhere, soaking Jaskier’s breeches and shirt, but Geralt has leaned forward, and Jaskier meets him halfway.

The kiss tastes like salt and sunlight. Geralt is careful not to hurt him, his teeth hidden behind gentle lips.

“I will miss you, too,” Geralt murmurs against his lips, and then he sinks back down into the water and is gone.

----

Lettenhove in spring is beautiful. The trees are full of buds ready to bloom any day now, bumblebees waking up and doing their confused dance around the flowers in the courtyard.

It is now late enough in the year that summer threatens to overtake the land, waking a wanderer from his slumber.

Jaskier makes his way down past the docks, to the rocky parts where the river meets the ocean.

It’s a habit he can’t shake, and he dips his feet in the cold water, just like he did last summer. He sits there for a good long while, thinking of a kiss and a ring.

There is a ripple in the water to his left, and for a moment, Jaskier thinks he only imagines the familiar face peeking up just over the surface.

But their eyes lock, and half a face becomes a full head and shoulders, as Geralt swims closer.

It is impossible, or, well, improbable. Jaskier feels a giant smile form on his lips and something heavy that’s been on his heart finally lifts.

“Are you lost, wanderer?” he asks, when Geralt swims ever closer, reaching for Jaskier’s calf to hold himself steady.

“No, I'm here to see a friend.” Geralt returns the smile tentatively. “I crossed the sea to find you.”

“Then you are welcome as my guest, friend,” Jaskier says warmly, reaching down to touch Geralt’s cheek, just like the last time they saw each other.

And just like last time, when Jaskier leans forward and down to meet him, their kiss tastes like salt and sunlight.

[monsoon-of-art]

(Sorry if this sound macabre) do you think mer whalefalls exist?

Yesssss, in the technical sense? In my worldbuilding Merwhales do exist but they live in the ocean open with normal whales. So yeah when a Merwhale dies their family pays their respect and will let them fall to keep the ecosystem alive. They'll keep trinkets and keepsakes to remember them by

Slightly related but Its also so so so so taboo to eat other merfolk. That's instant exile or death.

[magpiepills]

MET GALA PEDRO MET GALA PEDRO MET GALA PEDRO MET GALA PEDROOOOOOO

YES YES YESSSSS I hope he’s there with like, a layer of la mer and a dream. A folded up CVS receipt. The world’s smallest (but not that small, y’knaw) barrel, a wisp of spun sugar affixed with hope.

[snexy-the-snail]

Ok, I never read the percy jackson series, but I love the idea that posiden gets like- a mer parent instinct that practically boils down to: "My babies! Need safe? *gulp* there. Safe."

Ngl, we need more of that.

Yesssss he's more of an actions guy anyway XD I mean in the books he's kinda shitty with words-

Show Poseidon has my heart tbh because???? He Snatched his bby out of mid air??? With water???? Ahhhh???? We were robbed of seeing giant Poseidon interact with Itty bitty percy and fairly I will riot if this is just dropped going forward-

But yessss slowly but surely I'll start pumping out more stories about Poseidon- Triton has the main lime light when it comes to nomfs

[ghost-bxrd]

Fae Dick will be soooo thrilled if he gets to meet the Mer Batfam. Especially Leviathan Jason.

Yesssss! They could bond over eating weird stuff! (And lots of teeth in Jason’s case)

[mychlapci]

If I may offer some horny: since mer Ratchet grew up in captivity, Drift probably has to show him how two mers mating actually works :3c

-v3nth

yesssss that's what i was thinking too. Ratchet wouldn't have been in contact with many mers over the years, perhaps only a couple which needed some quick re-socializing and then were sent into a different facility immediately after, so he never would have mated with anyone before and since he's basically a cybertronian with a tail, he doesn't even know the intricate rituals needed to initiate mating…

So when Drift starts circling him in a strange pattern, Ratchet wouldn't be aware of what's happening at first, though his frame's instincts would respond by mimicking the motions. mhmmm maybe Drift laughs and asks him if he knows what he's doing, and Ratchet has to swallow his pride and admit that he doesn't. Drift definitely stumbles over his words as starts explaining the importance of mating dances between mers… he's never before had to explain it, it was always so very natural where he's from, it's hard to put into words. But Ratchet is a quick learner with some patience and long ago buried instincts coming up onto the surface, he is more than capable of following Drift's lead in the initiation…

It's when they lower to the floor of the enclosure, tails pressed tightly together, the two of them slowly wading in the water, that the real fun begins. Drift's extended spike rubs against the slit in Ratchet's tail, making it throb and quiver with need, and soon enough the metallic scales pull back to reveal Ratchet's spike and valve. He tries so hard to keep quiet, but he's basically a virgin and it's difficult to handle this degree of pleasure without at least a whimper. When Drift slips his spike inside of him, lodging himself in the tight heat, Ratchet grabs him tightly and thinks he'll never let go again… good, that's just the reaction Drift needs to properly pump him full of his pups, and he lets him know that. Attached to one another they slowly roll through the enclosure, tails flapping in excitement… Once Ratchet had been fertilized they just roll slowly in a circle, trying to shake off the aftershocks of their respective overloads, bits of transfluid trailing behind them as Ratchet struggles to hold it all in, valve twitching around Drift's still pressurized spike. Obviously a single load isn't gonna bring them pups, they're gonna have to keep on going until they're both a sputtering mess <333

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

grace i see you had a normal one over peet/artham tonight. honestly you may have convinced me to check out those books lol.

(also this is me giving you the power to write hehe)

MEREDITH MY DEAR FRIEND, YOU ARE THE SECOND PERSON TO HAVE SENT IN AN ASK ABOUT PEET/ARTHAM. OH THIS IS LOVELY. ABSOLUTELY MADE MY NIGHT THANK YOU.

They’re very good!! I’m totally biased but aksgahsgjagsjsg this is the most that I’ve been invested in a book/book series… ever. So clearly they’re Something.

So yeah I’d totally recommend :) The tv series is a fairly (not 100%, but fairly) faithful adaptation of the first book, so that was fun to watch as well. It’s a fun piece of media :)

(yesssss thank you so much lol I ended up writing the night you sent me this and it went pretty good!! XD)

Also, Meredith, may I just say that you leave the sweetest asks? Whenever I see you pop up in my inbox I go “!!! Mer!!! Meredith!!! !!!!! it’s her!!! yay!!!!” Your asks are SO NICE they really do fill me with a little joy and I’d like you to know that :) <3

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AU where Barry is a very speedy merman and is captured by the zoo to be put on display in a tank.

Maybe they make him put on those “dolphin/whale” shows like at Seaworld (aware those are abuse practices towards the animals) but whump for Barry -Flash anon

If I could draw😭 (I say as if that can stop me)

YESSSSS! Mer whump is so good and for Barry, as a speedster, it’s particularly delightful because as fast as he is; he can’t just ~escape~ because there’s no water. He can only get out with help (perhaps this universe’s Team Flash👀)

Also the tank is of course way too small and yes yes yes he should absolutely have to do those shows. So fucked up irl but perfect for whump

A fantastic idea, Flash anon!