#mers yesssss
Text
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 )
#it’s so good please#I love this fic#mers yesssss#I love sun in it#he is just a ball of anxiety and you feel so bad for him and oouugghh#and I love Bright and Moon#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#fnaf dca#dca fandom#dca au#bubbie art#Luca au
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
yesssss resetting my ipad worked for whatever reason to fix whatever was wrong, absolutely no problems reworking some of yesterday’s mer au doodles
#plus a white space filler lol#g/t#mer#a sketchy tag#oc: val#oc: phoebe#i love half baked mer aus i have so many
68 notes
·
View notes
Note
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
#valveplug#merformers#pregnancy mention#virginity kink#kind of sort of#dicreetely googles sharks mating#texty
59 notes
·
View notes
Note
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.
#twisted wonderland#twst#sebek zigvolt#twst sebek#sebek twisted wonderland#twst sebek zigvolt#my asks!
71 notes
·
View notes
Note
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
120 notes
·
View notes
Note
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.
#mermay#the witcher#geraskier#mer!geralt#geralt x jaskier#skellige#whales#getting together#fluff#this gave me fairy tale vibes ngl#dapanda writes#thanks a billion for the prompt i had so much fun#singing#kissing#friends to lovers
88 notes
·
View notes
Note
(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.
87 notes
·
View notes
Note
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.
8 notes
·
View notes
Note
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
10 notes
·
View notes
Note
AUGH THE ANON HAD MADE ME LOSE IT.
Just that’s such a cool concept?????
Like especially considering Rodimus’s mer could be a beta fish, which turn white and/or lose color due to stress.
Maybe during the arc where drifts gone Rodimus gets them as just a tiny little piece of drift to keep with him. Maybe they eventually settle enough that some color comes back (maybe theyre red like Rodimus?) and Rodimus is in awe! He just saved his own little buddy!
Or angst route they lose their color due to the stress of being the captains pet?
Also couldn’t help imagine Rodimus as the girl from finding Nemo with that last bit on your Drabble I’m sorry.💀
AAAHHH YESSSSS I LOVE THAT!!! Imagine Rodimus sitting at his desk, rubbing at the tank as he watches his little mer, reminiscing about Drift…. OR OMG even better, Rodimus sticking his hand into the water and letting the mer cautiously investigate his hand, him having to stifle a little laugh despite his sad mood as their featherlight touches tickle his nervecircuits.
OOOOO THE ANGST ROUTE WITH THE COLORS IS SO GOOD!!!! Overtime the mer becomes more dull and hardly moves at all, and Rodimus just wonders what happened to his bright, fiery little buddy. Now they hardly even look at him, no matter how he taps at the glass or sticks his hand in the water to pet them.
SHDGDHDGD NOT THE GIRL FROM FINDING NEMO 😭😭😭 HE WOULD THOUGH AHAHAHA
19 notes
·
View notes
Note
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
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
Mer! Ratchet being spiked by Rodimus while Drift sucking his tits, his belly swell with eggs and being treated like a queen by his two caretaker boyfriends rent free in my head and nobody has anything to do with it because mer! Ratchet (in my headcanon is a lemon shark) is so feral he has sent at least three other caretakers to the hospital himself and only Drift and Rodimus could be his sugarbabies(?) and have a position over him.
You know how jealous a lemon shark can be when someone or other sharks came near their favorite human, they bite.
yesssss, it’s time we get some mer!Ratchet and caretakers Drift and Rodimus in here.
He gets so attached to his two idiots he refuses to let anyone else near. He’s a mer to be reckoned with for sure, he chooses who goes near him, not the facility staff. Whenever they try to have someone else fill in for either Drift or Rodimus, Ratchet hurts them. Badly. Of course he doesn’t listen to Drift and Rodimus but he’s only ever docile when they’re with him. His territorial displays get even worse when he gets heavy with pups, which the staff knows are Drift’s and Rodimus’, they just can’t prove it. They’ll be with him for hours, and no one gets to see what they’re doing in there, but they have to endure because after all, Ratchet is an older mer and being torn from the only caretakers he can stand won’t help him with the arduous journey that his carrying cycle will be (tbh, I think old and fertile is very desirable in merformers culture, so he’s doing pretty okay)
Drift helps relieve Ratchet’s poor aching tits, drinking the tasty milk to make the swelling go down, while Rodimus helps to relieve his poor, needy valve-slit, fucking into him hard and fast and desperate. Perhaps a little too rough, but Ratchet likes it. Rodimus is a good, young, virile mate.
35 notes
·
View notes
Note
The fiction is now scheduled to be posted at 12:21 my time bc I like that time
It's 11:43 at the time I'm sending this ask...
I SEE THEM!! I SEE THEM BOTH!!!
I'M A BIT BUSY RIGHT NOW BUT I SEE THEM THERE AND I HAVE BRIEFLY READ A BIT BUT I WILL READ THEM SOON FIRST CHANCE I GET WHICH MIGHT BE LATER TONIGHT OR TOMORROW!!
BUT BUT BUT MER FICCCCC!!!!!! YES YES YESSSSS
AHHHHHHHHHHHH IM SO EXCITED TO READ THEM I JUST NEED TIMEEEEEEEEEE
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
jorge II in the merman au
I'm 100% sure he would mostly be the antithesis of mer baby Joseph. He would be a sweet little mer baby, well-behaved but also super curious about everything he sees, with the difference that he's more the kind of child who observes and asks questions (sometimes a lot of them, lol) as opposed to Joseph breaking things and then asking questions.
Much like Joseph and Jonathan, I think Jorge (George? not sure how to call him, but either work tbh) would be a playful and fun loving mer, too.
And, just like Jonathan, he too will eventually grow to be as tall/long as Jonathan (just slightly less bulky/muscly).
Annnnd yesssss, I would love love love to see Jonathan and Speedwagon taking care of him
#jjba#george joestar ii#jorge joestar ii#i've always wished we could have seen more about him in canon ngl#he seemed like a pretty interesting character despite him not being a hamon user#i've always said this but i feel like PB and BT would have benefited A LOT from some 'filler' and slice-of-life eps#same with the 50 year long period between both parts#i also wish there was more jonadad content featuring him#like... he was his actual child. tf#merman george ii#(?)
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
YESSSSS I LOVE SUGAR BABY HARRY i always wish there were more also harry and reader being young mer in general because i love and miss fetus harry
yeah i love fetus harry but my favorite to picture in my head when reading is always dunkirk harry and up. so dunkirk, hs1 harry, fine line harry, or harry's house harry. sorry to say this but i don't care for lhh. he's hot but just not my favorite. and plus any era under dunkirk is younger then my current age and i like my men to be older then me 😅.
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
daily-scarlett
SCARLETT JOHANSSON
spem-ily
No blood, no cookie. 🩸🍪
little-dirtball
Mae the dirtball
mapa-roto
memento homo
relax-fax
relax with fax