#at least the mer knows English

[callaeidae3]

Whumptober2023 Day 23/24: "Who's there?" | Goodbye note

The human he helped is now on a safe shore, recovering. But it's not safe anymore.

#whumptober2023 #no.23 #who's there? #no.24 #goodbye note #OC #art #blood tw #bandages #non human whumpee #whump art #what is the danger? a sea creature? a ship full of bad people? angry fellow mermen? #at least the mer knows English #let's hope the human knows English too lol #based off my OCs #kyle kindall #yuuki takahashi #mer whump

[steviewashere]

Want to Go Home With You (Bring Me a Home)

Rating: Teen and Up (May Change With Future Chapters) CW: None, at least for now Tags: Alternate Universe - Mermaids, Hurt/Comfort, Dialogue Heavy, Took Canon Out Back And Pulled an Old Yeller, Mer!Steve Harrington, Fisherman!Eddie Munson, Soft Steve Harrington, Confused Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Wants to be Loved, Mermaids with Animal Like Instincts, Future Propositioning, Lowkey Might Involve Some Omegaverse Aspects in the Future (Not Sorry)

This is chapter one of ????. Also this takes place in Oregon because that's what I know and the idea of a merman living in an Indiana lake-beach is odd to me. So...bear with me. This is my first like actual alternate universe, completely separate from Stranger Things, so be nice.

Also, I've written Steve here as a merman who's had no contacts with humans—his English is choppy and his understanding of basic human communication is weird. If that's a turn-off for you, turn back now.

Read Part Two Here

Can also be read on AO3

🧜‍♂️—————🧜‍♂️ Fishing wasn’t the ideal career to be going into after high school, but Eddie had to do something while he waited for his dreams to kickstart. Granted, going into this business was easy because his uncle owned the local bait shack. But it didn’t make the job any more appealing in the end. Not even the many beaches he had the chance to truck out to. There was Cannon Beach and Seaside’s, but he stayed close to home in Newport’s.

The beach wasn’t anything super spectacular. Sure, there were parts of it inhabited by the native seal population, some of the areas overloaded with crab shells. And it was damn near majestic during the summertime. Eddie, however, didn’t see the gist of spending time there, though. Maybe it had to do with how every single one of his work days would go, the hours spent sitting in the serene stretches of water. But nothing was intriguing or worthwhile about spending his time there.

That is, until one particular early summer day.

June isn’t a busy summer month for Eddie and his uncle. It was the right temperature, but there was still the risk of storms. Heavy duty kind of storms. Business didn’t stop, though. He woke up at 5:30am, when the sun was still acclimating to the baby blue sky, and readied himself in coveralls, thick and tall rubber boots, and a bucket hat that protected his lopsided mop of curls. His hair remained back in a bun and his skin was doused with paste-like sunscreen. In one hand he carried a red fishing rod and in the other, an old black lunchbox transformed for tackle.

He went out to the docks. To the few run down boats. And climbed aboard his uncle’s tried and true, S.S. Lenore—a tiny thing, made for up to four people, overrun with nets and crusted muddy footprints, and equipped with a singular cooler. The engine always took a few pulls to start up, jostling and crunching like food run through a garbage disposal, but it did the trick. And then he was off.

Eddie always took the chance to float out for a handful of minutes. Sometimes fifteen. Sometimes ten. Set himself up stagnant in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nobody, with no chance in hell he’ll be interrupted. Today he just needed to get a cooler full of trout. Rainbow trout, to be more exact. They’re easy fish to gut and debone, good for baking in the oven, and stuffing full of herbs for marinated fish stew. He’d gone out previously to hoist in mackerels and herrings. This was the last trip he’d need to take for a good two weeks, but he was going to do a damn great amount of work for it.

“This should be good,” he mumbles to himself, just barely breeching the edge of his boat. The ocean underneath him moves in subtle pushes, rocking him lightly against itself. Its color is bright and shining—bluer, somehow, than the last time he visited just a few days ago. He can see schools of trout idling underneath the sheen of the water. And so he rigs one of his nets, tosses it over the side of his boat, and slowly sinks it into the water.

And he waits.

It isn’t until half past when he came out that the net begins to rustle. Tugging and splashing, but it doesn’t settle the way it does when it’s some regular trout. No, this threatens to topple Eddie straight into the cold depths of the water below. To sink his boat and turn it over of all its resources.

He grips to the ropes holding the damned thing up. Pulling at it hard enough to give him the starts of burns on his soft palms. And he heaves. Groaning with it. Panting unrelenting in the face of this thing trapped inside his net. Whatever he caught is surely not some common fish for his soup, this is something more—maybe even more dangerous. And he hadn’t thought to bring anything with him to ward off danger.

There had been one time where a shark got caught. Eddie happened to have a knife on him that time. He gave in, cut the ropes on the net, and let it free—which cost him the equipment, but luckily saved his life.

This is a time where having that knife would be spectacular. But as he hefts the net, he realizes that this creature caught is no ordinary thing. It’s not a shark. Not a seal. Not a school of fish. However, through the floundering waves around him, he catches on a fish-esque glimmer. Scales of some sort shifting with the catch of light breaking through.

He wrestles with the net for a few minutes more before eventually getting a good enough grasp to tie it down. Pulling up the rest with his hands, he’s met face to…tail with this creature. It has scales—pearl white and baby pink and pastel yellows—they shine iridescent in the high rise of sunlight. The end of the tail sports two fins, both of them crescent shaped, thicker towards the base of the tail, and spindly where it faces Eddie. Before he can stop himself, he’s poking at the scales, where they taper into absence at the creature’s fins. It’s then that the creature really notices him.

In one fell motion, grand and heaving, the boat rocks. Teetering into flipping. The creature turns its head to him and…hisses. Like the guttural bubbling hiss of a harbor seal. It rocks in the net again, as it lunges towards Eddie.

Immediately, Eddie pulls his hands away and steps as far back as the boat will allow him. Granted, it’s only four feet in width, but that puts space between him and this thing. The thing that he calculates slowly with his eyes. Tail—yeah, he already knew about that. But then he rakes up to the torso of the fish like creature, where his tail is ombre with the glistening, golden skin of a nude torso.

“That—That isn’t right,” Eddie finds himself stuttering, surveying the torso once again. Sure enough, there’s skin. Dotted with moles and freckles. Dark brunette chest hair that could almost be mistaken as black. Toned arms and big, veiny hands. At the ends of this creature’s fingertips are short, curved towards the palms, white claws. Gills where its ribs are. And then Eddie goes to its head. Square-ish jaw, more freckles and moles, smile lines and baby crows feet. Thick eyebrows, triangular nose with a bridge that angles slightly to the left. Ears that threaten to point at the tops. Brunette hair that swoops to the right, falls to its collarbones, wavy and stringy with saltwater.

And its eyes.

Human eyes. Hazel, glowing honey in the sun. Long eyelashes. Drooping eyelids. Pupils that are pinpoint small, dilating with every hiss that leaves the creature’s throat.

A mermaid.

Eddie Munson is looking at a fucking mermaid.

Or…merman? It doesn’t have the seashell bra like all the mermaids he’s heard tales about, but maybe that’s just fable. He’s played all kinds of fantasy games, but he never thought what he described would be looking at him. Wild eyes and baby shark-like teeth, though without the second row. Hissing.

It struggles in the net again, lunging. Wrapping its hands on the edge of Eddie’s boat, squeezing at the metal material. The force of this merman’s grip enough to cause the edge to creak. Eddie’s stomach drops.

“Woah! Alright, okay!” He exclaims, hands up and placating. Briefly, he wonders if it has a good sense of smell and hearing. Like it can scent the excretion of his sweat even in the cold air. Or how his heart beats like the galloping of a race horse. “Easy! I ain’t—I’ve got no reason to hurt you!”

It seems to know what he’s saying, as it relaxes in the net for the first time. But it shoots him a pitiful, pleading look. Petulantly whining at him, though the sound is gargled.

Eddie wipes his sweating palms on his coveralls and takes a tentative step forward. “Easy,” he murmurs, “I’ll free you, but you have to stay calm.”

But the merman shakes its head. “No,” it croaks, “No free.”

Okay, so the guy speaks. It knows English. Even as choppy and awkward as it sounds.

“No free?” Eddie questions, “You don’t want me to free you?”

It shakes its head again. Whines, gargling again in the back of its throat. Its hands grip to the boat again, this time lugging some of its weight. As if it’s trying to…climb in.

Eddie startles back once more. “Hey, no,” he barks, “no climbing in. You can’t come onto my boat.” Though he wants to take it all back the moment he locks eyes again. If it didn’t have scales and gills, Eddie would almost think it was a sad puppy hybrid. He can almost imagine the droopy tail paired with the glistening, fearful, and pleading eyes. “Why shouldn’t I free you? My boat isn’t your home and I can’t take you back with me. You belong in the water.”

“Home,” the merman echoes, croaking. “Your home…warm?”

“Uh—“ What the fuck, he can’t help but think, exasperated. “—uh, sure. Home is warm. My, uh, home is warm. I live by the sand with my uncle, selling worms and cooking fish. The sun hits my skin every morning.” He doesn’t know why he’s answering the guy, but something in its stare, the broken words—Eddie’s allured. “Can you please answer my question? I’d like to go home. So, why shouldn’t I free you?”

The merman points a clawed finger at itself. “My home not warm. Cold.” Eddie nods along because—of course, duh, the ocean is cold. But it murmurs, “Love.” And now Eddie’s confused all over again.

“Love?”

Its voice is soft and sweet, curious. “You have love?”

Eddie shouldn’t be indulging this. He shouldn’t. But maybe the merman is a siren with how he’s drawn to answer. “I don’t have a partner, if that’s what you’re asking. But my uncle loves me. And I love him. That’s—I have love like that.”

It nods like it understands. Looks away over its shoulder, to the cold, salty water. And visibly shudders before facing Eddie again. “No love,” it says, pointing at itself again. “I no have love. No warm.” It tries to climb in again, even as Eddie’s moving to pry its hands away, but it holds tight and hisses again. “Want warm. Go with. Want to go. Go now,” it demands in a low timber.

And even as pretty as this merman is, Eddie has to refuse. He shakes his head softly. Gently, he says, “You can’t. I—I don’t know you. And…I don’t have an ocean in my house. You’ll die if you come with me.”

“Steven,” it mutters.

What? “What.”

“Know me—Steven,” it says. “Know you? Name?”

Tentatively, Eddie relaxes again. Realizes that this won’t be an end all conversation. “My name is Eddie. It’s short for Edward,” he answers, “but I like Eddie more.”

It hums, observing. “Eh-die,” it sounds out. “Eddie,” it whispers. Without warning, it trills at him. High pitched, chirping and bubbling from the back of its throat. Smiling with the sound, squinting its pretty honey eyes. Something in Eddie stirs. “Like that,” it chirps. “Short and easy. I want.”

“You want a short and easy name, too?” Eddie clarifies. It nods at him, squeaking an affirmative thing. “How about…Hm, what’s a good name for Steven?” He ponders as the merman continues to look on at him, eyes bright and curious. “How about Steve? Is that good enough for you?”

“Steve!” It crows. Trilling again, higher pitched than the last, squirming again in the net, closer and closer to heaving itself into the boat. “Easy, easy, easy,” it says at him.

Eddie can’t help but chuckle. “So…Steve, am I able to call you a he? Like…His name is Steve?”

He nods at Eddie. Wriggling again as if he can’t contain his excitement.

“Well, now I know you, huh? It’s a shame I still can’t take you to my home.”

And now Steve frowns, eyes saddening again. “But…My home is cold. You have warm,” he says solemnly.

“I know,” Eddie murmurs, “but I don’t have space for you, Steve. Your home is in the water. If I take you out of the water for too long, you’ll die. You need the water.”

“I will see you again?”

Eddie shrugs. “If you see my boat again, you can visit me. How about that? And…what’s special about that, is that I can bring you things that aren’t in the ocean.”

“Man’s stuff?”

Befuddled, Eddie asks, “What are man’s stuff?”

“Stuff I see from up here. From Eddie’s home,” Steve answers. “I find and I keep and I hide. Nobody knows. Just Eddie. Eddie is nice, though. You make me happy.”

Humming, Eddie assesses Steve again. Smiles softly. “You’re nice, too, Steve. Even though you scared me earlier. But you were scared, too, huh? Caught in my stupid net.” He takes a careful step closer, standing over where Steve rests in the net still. He places a hand on one of Steve’s, tentatively, but purposefully. “But if you see my boat again, you can come visit. Maybe next time I’ll bring some fish soup? Do you eat fish?”

“Fish are tasty,” Steve says as a response.

Eddie chuckles again. “Okay, Steve. I’ll bring you fish soup. Tomorrow, though. I have to free you and go home, okay?” He reaches down for the ropes that he tied down earlier. Tugs on one of the knots and frees one side. Steve yelps.

“Promise you come back?” Steve meekly asks.

“Promise,” Eddie murmurs intensely, unraveling the last of the rope. “Look for Lenore. She’ll bring you back to me.”

🧜‍♂️—————🧜‍♂️ If you'd like to be tagged in future updates, let me know. Taglist for this is open <3

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mer!steve harrington #fisherman!eddie munson #hurt/comfort

[harmonysanreads]

Trivia - Jeux de Vagues

I suppose this is the somewhat ‘lore’ of the aforementioned fic. I recommend reading the fic first before diving into this as this contains spoilers :> I normally wouldn't do this but per the vote of @verridaiya I was encouraged to regardless. Something to note would be that even though this is what I had in mind while writing, readers' personal interpretations are equally valid!

“Jeux de Vagues”

I mentioned this in a reblog already but the title comes from the second movement of the symphony “La Mer” by Claude Debussy, a French composer. It literally translates to ‘Play of the waves', quite fitting for a leisurely tea-party with Neuvillette, no? I also highly recommend listening to the piece in general, it might take some patience but if you love daydreaming about watching the sea waves away from your struggles as well, this is the music for you!

“6 to 12 O'clock”

Before I tell you why I'm showing this particular line, I want you guys to take a guess on what I meant by the 'noon to evening and midnight to dawn' part :>

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One of the rules of afternoon tea etiquette is that when you stir the tea, the appropriate motion to do is a 6 to 12 O'clock (so towards yourself and away from yourself) instead of going in circles. I thought just outright saying it wouldn't be fun so I instead used the four time indicators of 6 and 12 ! But of course, this could also symbolize the duration of Reader “scheming” since the beginning of the marriage.

“Fin de siècle”

Fin de siècle is a French term meaning “end of century,” a phrase which typically encompasses both the meaning of the similar English idiom “turn of the century” and also makes reference to the closing of one era and onset of another. [Taken from Wikipedia]

I kept on thinking about how to incorporate the ‘Isolation’ theme for Yandere!Neuvillette while also respecting his ideal of fairness. In one of his voice lines, he encourages to speak-up against grave injustice. With that in mind, this idea of “Keeping Reader isolated but giving them a chance to gain freedom by debating against Neuvillette once every century” was born. If Reader can successfully prove that Neuvillette is a terrible husband or their marriage is unjust, they can leave. But obviously, that's just false hope.

“Mon trésor”

Mon trésor is a gender-neutral French term of endearment which means “My treasure” in English. Huge thank you to @cerulean-castle and @iceunhie (please excuse me if I wasn't supposed to tag you two ;—;) for responding to my cry of help for this one as I was puzzled about French terms of endearment for a while. @/iceunhie gave me the link to a post of gender-neutral French terms of endearment which I found really helpful <3

As for why I chose Mon trésor as what Neuvillette calls Reader, it was due to the specific connotations between dragons and their treasures. Or in Neuvillette's case, Reader is his treasure. Hence, after sufficiently provoked, he doesn't flinch from referring to them as ‘abandoned property’.

“The words unspoken are the flower.”

Directly quoted from Neuvillette's [About : Wriothesley] voice line. According to him, it's an Inazuman proverb which means “Some words are better left unsaid.” which is Neuvillette's answer to his subconscious question of why he goes to such lengths for Reader.

Now, you can interpret this in a variety of ways and I'll say some of the “possible” ones. Perhaps he refuses to verbalize the causes because doing so would force him to face the hypocrisy and irrationality behind his actions. Perhaps he truly doesn't know, as there are many things he's on the path to understanding. Etcetera.

I might add onto this post if anyone has more questions from the fic itself. Writing Jeux de Vagues was quite difficult because I had a deadline of sorts but I was determined to finish it. Although there might be room for further improvement, I'm still happy that I pulled it of :') I hope that at least, my love for Neuvillette's character can be felt through the fic <3

#french people feel free to roast me if i did get something terribly wrong lolol #about ; jeux de vagues #yandere #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette

[suzukiblu]

Hello, I've been following your account for a while and I love your way of writing and your stories are very engaging and original.

I was wondering if you had more of the Mer!AU that you've mentioned on occasion? It's been on my mind since you mentioned it.

Sorry if my English is not very good, it's just not my first language.

Thank you! ❤️ I don't actually remember if I posted any of the prose for that AU, tbh, and it mostly exists in outline form right now so there isn't much to post, but I'm glad to hear you like it so here's the beginning for you, at least!

🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️

(also, fyi and credit where credit's due, this AU is a remix of LilliputianDuckling's Luminescent)

Thirteen isn't a kid anymore, so he's gonna get to meet other mers besides One now. He's excited about it, because One is the only mer he's ever met before. And they only ever met because One is his mother. Or that's what Lex calls him, anyway. 

Well, technically Lex mostly calls One "the bitch". But that's when he's talking to Hope and Mercy and the staff, not to Thirteen. So Thirteen's always assumed he was just supposed to call One his mother. 

Thirteen is vaguely aware that he should maybe have a father too, but he guesses One just doesn't want a mate? One never seems to want to talk or hang out and is honestly kind of an asshole, so that'd make sense. Lex used to let Thirteen visit One's tank every now and then when he was little, but One never talked to him or played with him or anything. He just ignored him all the time and usually didn't even look at him.

Thirteen had tried to talk to him anyway and had tried showing off all the tricks and other stuff he knew, because he'd thought maybe if he could be fun or interesting or just cool enough then One would maybe at least look at him a little, but One never had. 

One had just gotten mad, actually. 

Really, really mad, sometimes. 

Thirteen had never understood. The humans all like his tricks–the humans love his tricks. He doesn't know why One gets so mad when he does them around him, or even when he just talks to him. 

One never talks to him. Like, he makes weird noises, sometimes? Whistles and clicks and screeches, mostly. But he never actually says anything. 

It sucks. 

Not that Thirteen even cares. Why would he? Just because One's his mother doesn't mean anything. He's not a kid anymore anyway; he's gonna meet other mers now and he can make friends with them! And they'll all be way better than One, he's sure, and they'll think he's fun and interesting and cool.

They will, he tells himself. He'll figure out whatever it was he did wrong with One and . . . and the other mers will like him. 

(he really, really hopes they'll like him)

Thirteen's not ungrateful or anything, but Lex is so busy, and Hope and Mercy are both really busy too, and he's never really worked too closely with any of the other trainers and One's never liked him no matter what he tried, so . . . so he's just alone a lot, is all, and the idea of meeting new people is really . . . is really . . .

It'll go better this time, he promises himself. The other mers will like him, and he won't be alone so much.

(and it won't be like it was with Fourteen, either)

#kon el #conner kent #superboy #astranova13 #rinfic #wip: merfam drama

[hmshermitcraft]

Some pirate & siren/mer Falsuma for a starved individual? </3

False knows all the warnings about sirens. It's a misconception they only sing promises of love - she knows they can sing of treasures, peace or whatever else you can dream up.

When she heard the singing, though, there were no promises. Just haunting notes floating across the waves. False could see the affect on other members of her crew; those dazed eyes and slow movements, the ship lurching into a turn.

It's a split second decision to leap off the boat and into the waves. She's a strong swimmer, and they're thankfully (at least in this case) already in shallows. She rises from the water as if she was created there, hair and clothes dripping as she comes face to face with...

One of the most beautiful creatures she ever seen.

He looks startled to see her there, that melody dying in the air. False's blade is held by her side, teeth gritted against the cold.

"Ah," the siren murmurs, in accented english. "I was doing it again, wasn't I?"

#hermitshipping #ask #false tag #xisuma tag #falsuma #mod 🎀

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Maybe Someday

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Author's note: Zaarius in Mermay, since I forgot to write about him during may. Oops.

Summary: Zaarius muses on things. Ancient Terra is *interesting*

Warnings: None, unless I need to add anything let me know.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

'Such inelegant structures,' Zaarius muses to himself as he swims through the air in the relatively low-tech world that he doesn't remember swimming through the Void Sea to get to.

Then again, as a Chaos Marine, the Chaos Deity that he follows can be mercurial and capricious at times. However, he usually isn't sent to a planet on his lonesome, usually. He has been listening to the local base line humans talk, its not in a language that he recognizes. One of the base line humans in particular has caught his eyes. Their aesthetics are pleasing for being a base line human.

The human seems to have noticed that something is following them, but not who or what, from the way the keep looking around with an increasingly nervous dispostion. He can't stop himself from chortling at the way they are reacting. It's very cute, even if their stronger reactions are starting to tug on hearts strings that he long thought had been cut, burnt and destroyed in his long years of unceasing, unending tormented blissful agony that is being a Chaos Marine of Slaneesh.

"Hello," He coos out at the human in Gothic.

The whirl around looking side to side, and then up at him with large eyes. The noises that they made in their surprise had been utterly charming and had him lazily 'swim' closer to them through the air. His tail almost curling around them as he tilts his helmeted head from side to side. Now that he has a closer look at this human. Mine goes something deep and primmal within him, which he acknowledges with a subtle flick of one of his clawed fingers.

The human starts talking to him in one of the languages that's spoken on this planet that he can't understand, but by their tone and body language, they seem terribly curious about him. He hums in acknwoldgement of their words, even if he doesn't know what they are saying as they continue to move, he follows after them. Their voice is quite lovely to hear, and soothes something within his ragged, damned soul that he finds quite pleasing.

=-=-

So, you were terribly surprised when one of the Mer-Astartes approached you, he's a Large fellow, and from his patterns and markings you think he's a- an Emperor's Child. Whatever that means. What Emperor? None of the Mer-Astartes would tell the humans, or if they had, the humans won't, don't, or can't share it for whatever reasons they have.

Who had thought that someone had been following you, watching you. So, while you are… kind of intimidated by the Mer-Astartes, you are glad that he's here. Hopefully he will scare off who ever it was that had been following you with an intense feeling that had the hair at the back of your neck stand and had felt a lazer intense focus that felt like needles stabbing down your spine.

You had been half convinced that you were going crazy, or at least being a little paranoid. But the feeling of eyes and being watched had abated since your purple-ish companion had joined you. From the way he spoke and reacted (and from what you know about Mer-Astartes) from videos and other possibly reputable stories he might not know the langauge that you speak. Which, you have heard that some Mer-Astartes can speak English, Spanish, or whatever the prevailing language is of the region that they are near.

At least the more friendly ones do, or the more Mercenary ones. You had heard about an ugly incident with a pleasure cruise capturing mer-Astartes which had you shudder in horror. You were part of the support for that mission, you help handle the administrative details, keeping things run smoothly and handle phone calls. Make sure that the right information goes to the right people.

Mer-Astartes justice could be quite brutal. You try to talk to the purple Mer-Astartes to ask him if he needs or wants anything and all you get back his him occasionally cooing and trilling at you in whatever the language it is that the Purple Mer-Astartes speak.

One of the things that humans have figured out over time is that the different mer-astartes could have multiple languages, much to the dismay of some. You weren't entirely surprised, there were… how many languages spoken and dead littered through out history and time?

Even if they are aliens or something them having more than one language seems like it was more likely to occur than not. Just as different peoples across Earth had different languages and cultures, it wouldn't surprise you any if that is the same for Mer-Astartes. Now where they are from is a hotly debated subject that has no definitive answers.

You have sent a message off to one of your bosses and a couple of your co-workers about the Mer-Astartes that's been 'swimming' through the air, following after you like a lost puppy for- hours now to see if they can help find someone who can translate what he's saying to a language that you, or those on one of The Teams can understand.

He floats closer, seeing that you are tapping away at your cellphone, you are glad to have splurged on the security screen. He likely can't read what you are typing out, but who knows what sort of vision he has.

One of the Mer-Astartes Negotiation teams does come over, well at least one of them, who has a mer-astartes they are friendly with on the phone with them to try and talk to your new purple friend. Who trills at the other human tilting his head as he's offered the cellphone.

He looks at you, the device and your co-worker for a few moments before very gently grabbing the device and trilling into it. The mer-astartes on the other end starts speaking. You notice the way his body language changes as he hears what the other mer-astartes is saying. The way his tail lashes out in quick, sharp movements that has you slowly inching away from him. His movements slow and still, which could either be a good thing, or a bad thing, depending on what he did next.

The purple mer- astartes proffers the phone back to your co-worker after trilling in it some more. Your co-worker listens to what the friendly mer-astartes is saying and you get sent a text message which reads thus:

[The purple Mer is named Zaarius and he claims he's 'bonded' to you.]

[I've just met him!] you send back in protest and surprise.

[He would like your name.] Is the response that you get, as well as a shrug. [Make sure to get your diving licensure, also learning more Negotiation skills is going to be in your future. Congratulations on getting a mer-astartes, you are going to be getting a pay bump, new job title, responsibilities and training.]

[Yay. Lucky me.] You text back glumly.

Humans who are Bonded to mer-astartes tend to be safer than those who are not bonded to mer-astartes. You turn to look at the trilling Zaarius and give him a small smile, "My name is ---."

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer #adeptus astartes #mermay #mermay 2024 #mermay 40k #poor unfortunate souls au #oc: Zaarius #emperor's child #emperor's children #noise marine #noise marines

[bots-and-cons]

I was re-reading your rules, do you mind writing merformers?

Like merformers starscream had gotten a beating from megatron for whatever his latest takeover scheme was and the reader found Starscream injured on the strip of inlet her backyard is on. She nursed the merformer back to health and now he’s kind of spoiled because whenever he can’t get food or just doesn’t feel like hunting he knows he just has to show up and the readers house and she will have some sort of food for him. He won’t admit it but Starscream is developing a crush and puff up his fins and Gill frills to look bigger (he’s totally posturing) 😂

Omg, I freaking love this especially the whole posturing part you mentioned. I just hope I did it justice because I had a lot of thoughts about this but I don't know if I really got them to sound coherent

•Starscream had managed to get away from Megatron, but he had passed out from his injuries

•When he woke up, he found himself washed up on a small beach

•He didn’t realize it right away, but someone had wrapped his arms and tail fins in something white

•When he did  though, he tried to immediately get it off

•”Hey, don’t do that!” he heard someone yell

•Starscream can understand english but since his species doesn’t communicate the same way humans do, he can’t exactly talk it’s more like clicks, hisses and chirps if that makes sense

•Well he could learn to talk at least to some extent, but since he has a dislike for humans, he’s never bothered to

•He of course hissed at you and attempted to get back into the ocean, away from the beach and away from you

•But his tail was hurt and so were his arms so he couldn’t really back away from you

•You’d heard of merfolk, sure, but you never imagined you’d meet one

•So when this big mer washed up on the beach behind your house, you were a bit hesitant as to what to do

•But then you noticed he was bleeding and hurt so you decided to patch him up and hope he wouldn’t eat you in the process

•You got him patched up, and sat down on a rock a few meters away waiting for him to wake up

•You occasionally threw some water on him with a bucket, so he wouldn’t dry up

•But when he woke up you ended up in a bit of a standoff

•Starscream was just staring at you with a very aggressive expression, but you also detected some fear in his eyes

•So you sat back down on the rock and just told him: “Don’t take those off, they’re gonna help you heal” motioning towards the bandages

•Starscream retreated back into the water but he didn’t leave, he just sort of swam circles where he could still keep an eye on you

•You sat there on the rock and looked as the gray mer swam lazy circles in the water

•You figured some food might help him feel better so you went in to get the rest of the fish you’d cooked earlier that day

•You set it on the beach, on a plate of course and sat back down to wait 

•Starscream smelled the fish and hesitantly swam closer to the shore, grabbing the fish quickly and stuffing it into his mouth before diving back under

•This became almost a daily occurrence, Starscream would appear on the shallows behind your house and you would feed him whatever you happened to have at hand 

•He also let you take off his bandages after about a week of this whole trust building exercise

•Starscream started to bring you gifts in exchange for the food, things like sea shells and fish, but he mostly brought the fish so you would cook it and give it back to him because he was starting to get a bit spoiled

•Every time you come to bring him food, he tries to look as big as he can because he wants to impress you and seem strong

•One night you were going for a little swim and Starscream appeared and started swimming slow circles around you

•You were just floating there, looking up at the night sky and smiling

•Starscream found himself staring at you in awe and he started swimming closer and closer to you

•You weren’t scared, but you were a little nervous about the way he was looking at you

•You could only see his eyes and up from there and you sort of felt like you were being hunted

•Not like in a bad way though, more like he just wanted to catch you and not actually eat you

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #decepticons #starscream #tfp headcanons #transformers fluff #reader insert #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #merformers

[vivianquill]

It was times like these that Martyn was glad for Jimmy's ability to deescalate a fight.

Of course, as Joel had tried to explain in his own defense, it wasn't meant to be an actual fight. Joel had just wanted to make sure Tango wouldn't take his fangs to anyone else. Mostly Lizzie. But Tango had been quicker than he'd expected, twisting in a way that made Joel's pounce draw blood.

Gee, it was almost like getting rushed by someone you didn't know when you're in what you see as a hostile environment would make you react like you're going to get hurt.

Martyn had thwapped Joel on the back of the head for that one.

The ridges on Joel's arms had managed to catch on Tango's gills. Martyn had already been concerned about them, with the scars already crisscrossing Tango's neck and chest.

Martyn just watched, as Jimmy introduced Lizzie and Tango, translating for them and sitting next to Tango after the two mer had gotten out of the water. It wasn't lost on Martyn that Jimmy had somehow managed to coax Tango all the way out of the pool, but he'd also put himself between Tango and the water, with part of his fluke overlapping Tango's. Jimmy was in the perfect spot to both keep Tango from hurting anyone if things went wrong, and to keep Tango from darting off to where they couldn't get at him without a fight.

It was certainly clever, Martyn would give Jimmy that.

Tango was uncomfortable with the situation, pressing into Jimmy's side like that would get him any further away from Lizzie as she treated the torn gills and gave him a check up. Jimmy kept on translator duty, repeating questions and answers and instructions. It seemed like Tango knew bits and pieces of English, and the two mer were talking beyond just the questions and answers from Lizzie, as far as Martyn could tell. If it was Martyn, he wouldn't have the patience to do what Lizzie was. But that's why Lizzie was the one with the medical expertise.

Martyn had backed off, and was making sure Joel kept his distance too. Scott was still inside, having been looked over by Lizzie already and really wanting nothing to do with the situation happening outside. Martyn couldn't blame him, not really.

Tango looked a lot smaller out of the water, that was for sure. His multiple sets of fins made up a lot of his presence, and they all folded close to his body when he was up on the surface. His scales were still flushed dark and vibrant, and Martyn was finally able to get a good look at Tango when he was all 'fired up'. His colors had even gone bluish at the base of each fin, making them look like little candle flames. Whatever it was for, it was certainly pretty.

The situation seemed to be handled, at least.

Lizzie had treated the fresh cuts along Tango's gills, and checked over his splinted wrist. It was close to being healed, but she wanted to leave the splint on longer to protect it from any sort of-- sudden jostling. Then she'd moved to examining Tango's fins, much to his discomfort. There were a few of his fins that'd been torn to shreds by the netting, but Tango had insisted that it wasn't impacting his ability to swim.

Lizzie insisted on making sure nothing had healed wrong, and was looking them over anyway, running her hands carefully along each fin. Tango kept twitching, half-tugging his fins out of Lizzie's hands.

It was sorta awkward to watch, if you asked Martyn. So he walked back inside. He trusted Jimmy to be able to keep things civil. And Lizzie had sedatives if Tango turned hostile. They'd be fine.

#martyn itlw #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #lizzie ldshadowlady #joel smallishbeans #team rancher #team rancher au #viviwrites #emberfish au #dont mind me #Things are finally calming down. #WOOOO #maybe we will finally get some peace lol #hermitfic

[criticsstuff]

Counting the seconds (Series)

Addison Montgomery x freader

Chapter 2 : minutes

Words: 1286

Summary: Back in Seattle you’re not just dealing with a tumour, you met a amazing woman that is eventually going to change your life.

Warnings: in this chapter none but swearing and mention of sex , later I promise you smut, angst, cheating and more.

Updates: Weekly

A/n: This is my first fanfic and English is not my first language. I’m sry if something isn’t perfect. Anyway my first project will be a series obviously. I just thought I’m going to start with something big. And I’m open for requests ;)

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You looked up from your dry food and saw Meredith walking up to you with a smirk on her face. You hoped you would have a calm minute after all the test you had to run after you managed to flee from your little walk. As Meredith sat down she looked like a teenage girl about to talk about some gossip.

„What was that about?” she asked you leaning forward and looking at you exited. “What are you talking about?” you mumbled but you knew exactly what she was talking about. She huffed and looked across the room, searching for something or someone. As she found it she looked back at you and smiled suspiciously. „Seriously, why did you run away earlier??“ she questioned you. You wished you knew. Addison made you nervous, like really nervous.

„I had to go, you know making tests and stuff like that” you replied after staying quiet for a while. „Yeahhh, is it possible that you got nervous?” she assumed in a high pitched voice making you groan. „Why would I ?” You almost shouted. She just sat there chuckling and shaking her head. „Why wouldn’t you?” she asked as if it was obvious. You scoffed looking back at your full plate taking a bite.

Meredith always liked to tease you. So as she didn’t stopped, you could just roll your eyes at her over and over. She looked really excited talking about you and Addison. You didn’t knew why and didn’t want to know. But as she started waving someone over, she got your full attention. You almost spilled your juice as you saw who was walking over to you two now. It was no other woman then Addison.

She looked stunning. Her Hair surrounded her beautiful soft looking face. And you felt nervous all over again. You couldn’t risk Meredith teasing you in front of her. So you told Mer you had to go and quickly left the cafeteria. Your full tray was still standing there, like the two women who looked at the door you just walked through.

You didn’t dared to look back and made a straight line to your room. Of course you felt bad for fleeing from the woman twice. She must think you have a problem with her. Well you have one but you couldn’t possibly tell her that she makes you nervous.

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You felt the cold sheets on your skin as you looked up from your bed. It was quite inside your head and you enjoyed laying there, in the middle of life and death. You were existing in a world, you would simply stop existing after your heart failed or at least when you’re buried deep in the ground. You liked playing with those thoughts as the minutes were slipping away like sand on bars.

Eventually, you decided to let your eyes rest. You tried to take in your surroundings with closed eyes and you could swear someone came into your room. The smell of coffee and something you couldn’t describe invaded your nose. You really liked the smell, it made you feel like a summer morning. Like one of the moments where the sun is caressing your skin.

„Seems like you don’t really like me.”said the familiar voice . The sound was floating and running down your throat like honey. You slowly opened your eyes, feeling oddly relaxed by the smell and the slight raspy voice. Your eyes adjusted to the light and you were met with greyish blue eyes. They were calm and robbed your speech. You followed her nose to her lips and imagined to trace a line on her face. Letting your fingers travel trough her hair and your eyes getting lost in hers.

You snapped out of your trance as she snapped her fingers in front of your face. She smiled as you quickly sat up and looked like a startled bambi. „Are you alright?” she asked and lowered her voice to not startle you again. Just now you noticed that she was sitting at your bed, her hands resting on her knees as she looked at you concerned. „Addison.” you breathed out like you didn’t noticed her before.

„That’s my name.” she whispered, chuckling at your perplexed state. She stood up and grabbed something. You looked at her as she offered you a glass water, realising how idiotic you must look, you grabbed the water immediately. You took a view sips and cleared your throat. „Thanks” you uttered avoiding her eyes, instead looking at your hands.

She sat back down and it was quite for a few moments, you wouldn’t call it awkward but you also didn’t enjoyed the pause. „Why are you avoiding me? We don’t even know each other.” she asked searching your eyes. You started playing with your hands, stressed about telling her the truth or lying. Because of a stupid, unknown reason you just couldn’t lie to her, you didn’t want to. „I was nervous, I don’t know why.” you mumbled looking back up, meeting her soft gaze.

„So you just left.” she remarked amused , trying not to laugh. You couldn’t help but laugh with her, she made you awfully relaxed. „Yeah, I did.” you affirmed smiling to your self. She looked at you with a grin and playfully shook her head at you. „Do me a favour and don’t run next time.”she whispered , leaning forward before she stood up and left. You couldn’t help but look after her, taking in her tall figure as she walked out your door. She was truly beautiful. You thought about having her as your friend, having her near you. Being able to look at her whenever you want.

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„Tell me Y/n, is there a secret lover you haven’t told us about.” Arizona asked excited , looking at you. She sat on the couch with Amelia. On the opposite sat Meredith, her legs over yours, all three women now looking at you. There wasn’t for a long time actually, you dated a few men here and there and had a boyfriend once, but you never really felt anything for them. „No, there isn’t.”you responded shrugging, looking down at your now folded hands. As you looked up, all three women looked at you surprised. Like you just told them the world is going to end.

„Why?” Mer asked stunned, still looking at you like the other two women. „I don’t know, I dated a few times but I never felt attraction or anything to one of them. Maybe I haven’t met the right one jet.” you explained, not knowing what else to say. Arizona suddenly started smiling knowingly, looking at you with kind eyes. Confused why, you sat up looking back at her muddled. “What?” you questioned her, leaning forward.

„But you got laid, right?” Mer asked. You almost choked looking if she was serious. She was. „I did.” you paused „once.” Now everyone was clearly shocked of the new information. It was a long time ago but you had sex once. It wasn’t good, not in the slightest. Back then your boyfriend always pressured you and when you finally gave in, you regretted it immediately. The good thing was, it was over before it started, he came and pulled out. After that you ended it a few days later.

„Let me guess. You didn’t enjoyed it, not one bit?” Arizona figured. You nodded not feeling the need to probably answer to that. Suddenly it was quite, as a question was thrown in the room.

„Do you like women?”

#addison montgomery #addison #addison montgomery x reader #female reader #lesbian #gay #addison x reader #meredith grey #grey’s anatomy images #grey’s anatomy x reader #series #f reader #smut #women #arizona robbins #amelia shepherd #Montgomery #reader x Montgomery

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

I'm basically recycling an idea I had for a mer DCA AU because I found out there's something like 4 AUs (at least) that have a young reader meeting baby mers who are smaller than them, only to grow up and become way bigger than them. So have baby DJ meeting a young reader and being childhood friends. They learn to communicate somewhat, and the reader gives him the name DJ for...reasons I have not decided yet. (Either his chittering as he says his name sounds roughly like 'DJ' in English or his chittering is musical so the reader gives him a music themed name.)

I want to color that right pic at some point, he turned out so little and squishy and floofy!! ;w; I imagine him being rather timid. Maybe the reader rescued him from some sort of trap or predator or something?

For whatever reason, the reader moves away from the forest DJ lives in. They return as an adult, and wander through the forest they used to play in as a kid.

As you walk, you can't help but feel a little silly. It...can't have been real, right? There aren't spiders the size of cats just wandering the woods, right? People would know about that. Logic tells you you must have imagined it. Things were pretty rough back then...your therapist already told you it was a coping mechanism. But still. You'd be remiss if you didn't at least spend some time back here. If DJ is real, though, would you be able to find him? Is he even still around? How long did his kind live? It seemed like he was young, like you at the time. You wonder if he's gotten any bigger. You smile weakly at the thought. You hope so. He was such a nervous little thing...

...Ah.

I also think at some point, when they were kids, the reader gave DJ a tophat (and maybe headphones) to be goofy. DJ still has them, though of course he's long outgrown them. I haven't decided if the reader is afraid of DJ when they meet again, but if they are, DJ still having the old hat and headphones they gave him when they were kids will probably do a lot to solve that. :3

I basically only have one way to draw actual spider DJ but I keep changing how his feets and hands look. I wonder if I should do more to make my three actual spider DJ AUs more unique?

Also forgive how rushed this is, I just really wanted to get the idea out there and I just have NOT being going back to old drawings lately despite wanting to...so I basically felt like I had to post this tonight or it would just never get posted. ><

#fnaf djmm #dj music man #fnaf dj music man #dj mm #my art #dj x reader childhood friends au

[onthedriftinthetardis]

3, 26, 30 : )

Heeeeyyyy! :)) Thanks for the ask!

3. three songs you were recently obsessed with

Unsurprisingly, these are all Good-Omens coded. Because everything is now, lol. The first one is the Ineffable Divorce song I can't get out of my head. This is the "sad" version. :(

A little melancholy, but beautiful, and moving towards a happy ending.

This one's my hope for Season 3, with the boys snug in the South Downs Cottage.

26. three favourite non-English songs

This is just about impossible to decide, but I'm going with three upbeat ones I think you might like. Baba Yetu was composed as the title song for Civilization VI. It's lovely.

My ex introduced me to this band, but I really like them anyway, lol.

This one's not on Spotify, which is too bad, it's a great song. Very uplifting, as long as you don't know Finnish or go look up the lyrics. 😂

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

This is a lovely song that's applicable to Aziraphale & Crowley, the Tenth Doctor & Rose, or just life sometimes.

If you're a geek or a nerd, and are/were a girl, you might need to hear this one. If you're a guy, you definitely do.

And last but not least, this was the first song I ever heard of Great Big Sea's, which was my favorite band for many years. Could also be Muriel's song for Crowley. Yes, everything is Good Omens, what about it? 😂

#ask game #three songs ask game #fun with memes #music #music recs #on repeat #good omens #ineffable husbands #doctor x rose #etc. #sorry this got so long

[amourdeslangues]

hello there!

not exactly sure how to start this blog lmao - but since this is a langblr, i'll just kick it off with an introduction of my progress with each language i'm currently learning. (mostly leaving english and german out of it for now, because those are my native languages, but i speak those as well ofc)

français /// french

on commence avec le français! une de mes langues préferées et définitivement la langue étrangère que je parle le mieux. je l'apprends depuis environ 7 ans maintenant. à cause d'un voyage en france avec ma famille et d'un guide de la langue que j'avais trouvé dans un magasin, j'ai commencé à apprendre indépendamment quand je n'avais que neuf ou dix ans, mais le début de mes études du français dans un context scolaire - ça veut dire, d'une manière plus structurée mdr - suivait bientôt après cela. maintenant, je pense qu'on peut dire que je parle le français couramment. pas dans le sens qu'on pourrait me confondre avec une locuteuse native, mais je peux me débrouiller dans toutes sortes de situations presque aussi bien que dans mes langues maternelles. comme but, je veux maintenir un niveau assez bien pour (1) passer mon examen oral de l'Abitur (bac) en français avec la meilleure note possible et (2) étudier les sciences de la littérature en france après l'école.

svenska /// swedish

Hej allihoppa, trevligt att träffas! Jag kan inte säga precis när jag började lära mig svenska - jag började att intresserar mig för språket för 3-4 år sedan, men jag pluggade (?) inte verkligen aktivt förrän våren detta år. Tidigare kunde jag bara säga några små fraser, men jag kunde inte uttrycka mig på svenska. Jag tror att jag [made a lot of progress?] sedan dess. Jag älskar särskilt ljudet av svenska språket, det är väldigt melodiskt och unikt. Mitt [long-term?] mål är att tala flytande svenska. Just nu vill jag:

Läsa en hel roman på svenska för första gången ("I ljuset från gryningen", en deckare som jag köpte för två dagar sedan)

Lära mig nya ord

Bli mer självsäker när jag pratar svenska ([unfortunately?] känner jag inga människor från Sverige, men jag har en vän som läser språket också. Han är nästa flytande och vi pratar ibland på svenska med varandra, men trots att jag förstår nästan allt vad han säger är jag osäker att min uttal är för dålig att förstå när jag säger någonting själv 😅 så jag behöver mer övning med att tala)

farsi (persian) and gaeilge (irish gaelic)

i'm lumping these two into one part (written in english) because i'm not sufficiently fluent in either language to be able to write a full text, lmao

i technically started learning persian about a year ago, but since i keep getting interrupted because of things like having to do too much schoolwork, i'm still at a very low level. i also feel like it's more difficult than learning swedish, for example, because it's from a different language family than any of the languages i speak rn - less loanwords, words related to each other, structural similarities etc. that would help me understand! at least i mostly know the alphabet now, but practically i'm only able to say a few simple things: hello, good morning, how are you etc. however, it's a really interesting language and i'd love to get into actively studying it again! my next goal is to reach A1 level in reading, writing, listening and speaking... let's see how that goes ^^

also, if anyone knows any good resources for learning farsi, please let me know! i'm currently using a combination of a textbook directed at german speakers (called با هم), the Persian course on Memrise and the youtube channels Chai & Conversation and Persian Learning, but it's a bit difficult to find learning materials... (i'm salty that duolingo doesn't have it lmfao)

as for irish gaelic, i (hyper)focused on it for a couple of months in 2021, in particular because part of my family is irish - nobody taught me the language and i'm not really close with my paternal relatives, but i'm still interested in it because... heritage reasons, y'know. also, there are so many fascinating aspects of the language - unique little grammar quirks, pronunciation, all that! i kind of stopped practicing though because i had too little time, so now i just remember random little phrases i learnt off duolingo: dia duit, comhghairdeas (i'm proud of remembering how to spell it lol), ithim cáis (an extremely useful sentence in daily life, i know)...

right now, i don't anticipate irish being a major focus of this blog, but i'm going to dublin in two days (aaaa!!!) and maybe that'll reactivate my slight obsession with the language, so who knows...

about me

i love everything related to languages - obviously foreign languages, but also things like linguistics and literature... i also write a lot in my free time!

on the rare occasions where i'm not doing anything language-related, i'm also very interested in chemistry. i like listening to music (i mean, who doesn't) & my favourite genres are rock, indie and melodic death metal - but i'll listen to almost anything, especially if it's in one of my target languages (really into swedish and persian pop rn). i enjoy hiking and cycling, and i've been learning how to dance for about a year.

i'm really looking forward to getting to know other people in the langblr community and exchanging ideas, progress, tips for learning... on y va :D

#introduction #langblr #language learning #polyglot #francais #french #svenska #swedish #first post #hello tumblr #long post

[chaoticcat32]

More sins… can you tell who I simp for yet? Anyways this time he’s a mer-shark-

Y/n was walking along the beach, picking up trash as they did so and putting it in the large half-full trash bag they had to their side. It was really disrespectful, in their opinion, that people would just throw their trash wherever the hell they felt like. Another group of plastic rings, the ones that held soda cans together. They sighed, picking it up and placing it in their bag with the rest of the garbage. Don’t they know how easy it’d be for an animal to get stuck in these? They supposed that those people didn’t really care. If they did, they wouldn’t have just left it on the beach.

They continued to walk for another few minutes, just picking up any plastics or empty cans or any other trash within the sand, even fishing some from out of the water. They liked living by the ocean, both because it was a beautiful view and they liked to swim, but also so they could help out where they could. Like now. They picked up yet another empty can before looking up, scanning their surroundings. By now the bag was almost full, so they might have to just come back tomorrow with another bag so they could clean up the next stretch of beach.

That is, until they spotted something.

It looked like an animal, a sea creature was stuck on the beach. It was far away, so they weren’t quite sure what it was, but it was large. Maybe a dolphin? They decided to approach, getting closer to whatever it might be, hoping they’d be able to help it, if it was even still alive. They had no idea how long the animal had been there.

As y/n got closer, the more they could make out. They could only see the back half of it, and it was still moving, so definitely alive. Their heart swelled at the thought of the poor creature suffering, and they began to speed up, lest it die before they could even try to help. When they weren’t so far, however, maybe fifty feet, they realized that this was not, in fact, a dolphin. No, it was a shark. A really big shark as well. They grew nervous, not quite sure if they should help, in case the animal might not appreciate it. While sharks weren’t exactly the monsters most people made them out to be, that didn’t mean they weren’t dangerous.

It thrashed again, struggling to probably get back in the water, and y/n decided it would hurt to get closer, it’s not like the shark could jump at them from this distance. They began to approach, noticing exactly why it was thrashing so much. The shark was wrapped up in a fishing net, the thing tangled in its fins and…

Holy shit.

It’s… arms? The shark had arms… not just arms either, it was a shark tail, yes, but the animal looked to be attached to a human torso. Was this a mermaid?! Well, merman, it looked like from here. They couldn’t see his face, exactly, but the mucked torso definitely looked like that of a man. They were about twenty feet from him now, and only getting closer. They figured it was probably a good idea to announce their presence so they didn’t scare him or get bitten or something. He probably had sharp teeth.

“H-hey! You need some help over there?”

His head immediately snapped over to them, eyes full of rage and oh… he was pretty. He had piercing blue eyes that settled onto them, thick eyebrows above them. He had a small, thin mustache underneath his nose, settled above pink, soft-looking lips. His jawline was defined, going right along with the muscles along his body. His whole face was framed by dirty-blonde curls. The only problem was that he didn’t look happy. Those eyebrows were set in angry lines above his eyes, his mouth open in a snarl to reveal his expectedly sharp teeth.

His pretty face didn’t make him any less scary though, and they stepped back as he growled, eyeing his teeth and claws.

“Hey, hey, none of that. I just wanna help-”

“I don’t need help from you.” He snapped.

Huh, so he could speak. They weren’t sure he’d be able to, at least not English.

“It looks like you could use it, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“Yeah, right. You’re a human.”

He spat out the last word like it was some kind of curse, like it left a foul taste in his mouth.

“So? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Humans are assholes. All they want to do is hurt me.”

“That’s not true, I really only wanna help. It looks like that net is pretty tangled up in you and it’s hard to get off.”

“I don’t care. I can do it myself. Just get the hell away from me.”

Y/n sighed.

“Fine. I’ll just leave you to dry up out here on the beach. Maybe someone else will come across you. Though I can’t promise they’ll be as nice as me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know, there are some men that would just love to find something like you. They’d probably mount you on a wall or stick you in an aquarium or something for a bunch of other humans to gawk at.”

He snarled.

“If they try anything I’ll fucking kill them.”

“Not in that state you’re in right now.”

He scoffed, but looked up at them, still angry but now a bit nervous, though he tried not to show it.

“I promise, I only want to help, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Good, now just sit still, okay?”

He did as he was told, stopping his wriggling and thrashing. They slowly approached under his watchful gaze, piercing eyes never leaving them, watching their every move. Y/n slowly pulled a small pocket knife out of their bag, holding it up so he could see.

“What the hell is that?! Don’t bring that shit near me.”

“It’s just to cut the net, okay? You can watch the whole time.”

“If you try anything I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

They crouched down next to his tail, slowly sliding the knife carefully underneath the net, cutting upwards. A portion of it snapped, allowing it to slacken against him.

“See? I don't even have to touch you, okay? I’m only cutting the net.”

He scoffed at them, snarling a bit.

“Calm down, big guy.”

They continued to cut the net in the same fashion, just slipping it underneath and not touching the merman with their hands. As they cut, they were able to remove parts of it, taking it off so it’d stop restraining and digging into him. They took extra care around his gills, pulling the rope from them slowly. They could tell he didn’t really like the proximity, but let them either way. He didn’t have much of a choice if he wanted to be free of the net.

“See, this is why I hate when people just leave their trash wherever they want. It just hurts the animals that live in the ocean, not that you’re really an animal.”

“Hm? What’re you talking about?”

They placed some of the net into the trash bag, turning back to get more.

“I’m gonna have to go near your face now, so don’t bite me. okay? It’s in your hair.”

“Okay, but what do you mean you hate it?”

“I do. I can’t stand how people just throw their trash in the water or leave it on the beach without a second thought. It kills and injures so many creatures.”

“But you’re a human. Don’t you do the same thing?”

“No, of course not!” You said, a little offended. “Not all humans are the same, you know. I’m not like that.”

He looked lost in thought, just watching y/n as they removed the net from his hair.

“There. That should be it. It’s all off of you now.”

“Yeah.” He said, though he was still eyeing them cautiously.

They stepped back, looking over him to make sure he was okay. He really was something. His pretty face and muscly torso along with the beautiful shark tail attached to him. Now that they could see it closer, they were almost certain he was a great white. At least, he looked like one.

He glared at them once more before looking to the water, starting to try and pull himself towards the waves with his sand-covered arms. His claws dug in, but they mostly only slipped through the grains. It was almost painful to watch, the man barely moving inches towards his goal. Y/n stepped forward, looking down to him as they approached. He noticed, giving them an admittedly murderous look and snarling.

“Get the hell away. You already got the net off, what more do you want?”

“You don’t look like you’re getting very far. I can help you get to the water.”

“I don’t need it.” He growled.

“Yeah, you do. Quit being so stubborn, I’ve already proven I’m not going to hurt you.”

They were definitely afraid, but they didn’t want to show it. It’d both help him be more calm and it also might make them look less weak, dissuading him from killing them. They were no way prepared for what he said next, though. The shark smirked.

“Yeah? Why would I need help from my food, huh?”

Y/n froze, eyes going wide. Food? He was bluffing, right? Though it might be entirely possible that he did eat humans… especially with the way he talked about them, and he was a shark…

He laughed at their reaction, turning and starting to pull himself towards the water again.

“I want to help. I would hate for you to dry out, or for someone else to come along like I said. I don’t want you to die.”

He looked back at them, annoyance clear in his face. This did not help them calm down.

“I. Don’t. Need. It.”

“Yes, you do.”

They stepped closer, receiving a warning growl.

“Look. How about this? I’ll help you get back to the water, and then I’ll go, okay? I’ll leave you alone.”

He seemed to consider this, pausing in his attempt to get back to the ocean. He looked them up and down, wrinkling his nose at them. Finally he spoke.

“You can try, if it’ll make you happy and leave me alone. But you’re far too weak to carry me into the water.”

They sighed, not really appreciating the insult, but glad he would let them help. Y/n walked over to him, crouching down and slowly sliding their hands under his arms. He flinched at their touch, but didn’t make a move to bite them, so they counted it as a win.

He was certainly heavy, and they struggled to lift him up, straining their own muscles to lift his. Eventually they got him up, his torso lifted while his tail was still in the sand. They began dragging him, pulling him slowly to the ocean. It wasn’t the fastest in the world, but it was better than the progress he was making on his own. He sat still as they pulled, letting them take him to his home.

“You are pretty heavy.”

“Told you. Surprised you could even lift me, even though it is pretty slow.”

They scoffed.

“Better than what you were doing.”

He was silent.

They continued dragging him, pulling him inch by inch to the waves. It had already been getting dark, so by the time they were able to get him to the water, the sun was almost under the horizon behind them. One last pull and their feet splashed into the water, pulling him extra hard so he could get in as well. The force pushed them over, falling into the ocean and getting themselves soaked, the merman nearly falling on top of them.

He looked over to them, regarding their body in the water before wiggling his tail, pushing himself further into the ocean. Y/n quickly sat up, turning around to look at him. He was turned to face them, tail almost fully submerged behind him, though they could see the fin on top poking out.

“So, uhh, I guess I’ll just go now. You don’t need any more help, right?”

They got up, watching him as he watched them, a contemplative and calculating look on his face. They turned to leave, stepping out of the water when they felt a clawed hand wrap around their ankle. They froze, heart skipping a beat as they were paralyzed in fear. Why did he grab them? Was he going to kill them? Eat them?

“H-hey! L-let go! I helped you, please don’t, I’ll leave you alone I swear!”

He was looking up at them, that same look on his face. Though it quickly morphed into another look, one that was almost unreadable. He let go, backing up a bit into the water.

“Uh… okay, um. Why’d you grab me?”

“I- I don’t- you don’t have to leave.”

“What?”

“I mean, I’ve never seen a human like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“A human who didn’t try to hurt me. You’re… nice.”

“Y-yeah. I told you not all of us are the same. Some of us are nice.”

He looked at them for a bit, considering this.

“So, uh, you want me to just go…?”

“I said you don’t have to.”

“You don’t want me to?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t care. You can stay if you want.”

Y/n sighed, looking down at the merman. He clearly wanted them to stay and talk, but he wasn’t going to admit it either. So, they took their water shoes off, placing them and their full trash bag on the sand and waded into the water, sitting down next to the shark and resting their feet on the sand. He looked at them, regarding the human sitting next to him. His eyes traveled to their legs, then up to their feet, settling in them.

“Whatcha looking at?”

“…what are those?”

“What, my legs?”

“Kind of. At the end of them though.”

“Oh, those are my feet.”

“Oh.”

They wiggle their toes and the merman jumps back a bit, eyes widening. Y/n can’t help but laugh.

“They’re like little fingers.”

“They kinda are. I have a friend who can pick things up with them. It’s weird.”

The merman made a little face, nose wrinkling.

“But you have a tail, though. That’s really cool.”

“Yeah, it is cool, huh? I’m a great white shark!” He said with a smirk. He was clearly very proud of that fact.

“You are! That’s pretty cool. Big scary predator, huh?”

He nodded, grinning.

“Bet you swim pretty fast.”

He nodded again, looking at them.

“Oh yeah! What’s your name, by the way. We never introduced ourselves. I’m y/n.”

“Oh, my name’s Billy.”

“You know, it’s really cool to see something like you. I never thought… I mean who would ever think something like you existed?”

“You’ve never seen a mer before?”

“A mer?”

“Yeah. I guess we don’t really come up to the surface a lot, so you wouldn’t have seen one of us.”

“So there’s more of you then? That’s so cool, though I guess the stories had to have come from somewhere.”

“You have stories about us?”

“Yeah, we do. Have you never seen a human before?”

“Oh… I have, but I’ve never talked to one before though.”

“Oh, how have you seen them before?”

“Uhh, y’know, that’s not really important.”

They looked in confusion, wondering what he meant. Then their mind wandered back to the comment he made about not getting help from his food… oh. They laughed a bit awkwardly, looking at him.

“Yeah… right.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you though…” he said, trailing off.

He looked at something, their mouth. His face contorted in confusion, looking at it carefully.

“What is it?”

“You don’t have sharp teeth.”

“No? Why would I?”

“Well I’ve seen humans eat fish before. How do you do that without sharp teeth?”

“Well we still have teeth, dummy.”

“Yeah… but I thought things with flat teeth ate plants.”

“We do. But we also eat meat. And some of our teeth are sharp, see?” They asked, showing him their canines.

“Oh. I see. All Mine are sharp.”

He showed off his own teeth, a large smile on his face as he did so.

“Right. I figured that, with you being a shark and all.”

“Not just me. All mers have sharp teeth.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. And claws.”

“Interesting.”

They talked for a while, all into the night. They talked about the differences between their worlds, both under the water and on land, what they did, how they lived, until eventually y/n yawned. They were growing tired, and it was almost pitch black. They stood up, much to Billy’s dismay, but they could tell he was getting tired too.

“I’m sorry but I gotta go, it’s really late and I have to get some sleep.”

He frowned, but accepted this.

“Don’t worry big guy, I’ll come back tomorrow, how about that?”

He perked up at this, looking at them.

“You better.”

They laughed, looking down at the grumpy shark. They waved goodbye as he swam off, giving them one last look before diving into the waves. They sighed, watching for a bit before turning to walk away. They’d see him again, and hopefully again after that too. He was really cool, and hopefully a new friend as well.

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Back at the main city, specifically inside the royal palace, a certain sworn brother duo are working inside the crown prince’s bedroom. Well it’s honestly more like Alberu is working while Cale lounges on the blonde’s bed as if it’s his. He even dares to eat on it, making the prince sigh and shake his head. 

At least he's eating grapes so there’s no crumbs? 

Either way Alberu can only hold in an amused chuckle. There’s no other citizen in the kingdom that will dare disrespect him like Cale.  

“Say my dearest dongsaeng…”

Cale had to hold in a groan at his hyung’s sweet, sweet tone. He knows that tone anywhere, it’s the tone of his slacker time flying away and him doing work.

“There’s something weird going on as of late”

Even though the redhead didn’t even give Alberu a crumb of acknowledgement, he knows that Cale is listening and waiting for his next words intently.

“I heard the Dukedom in the outskirts is prospering at an extremely fast rate”

“What about it?”

“Well for one, they have always been a neutral, tranquil duchy so this is surprising. There’s also the fact that all of this seems to be the doing of their youngest child who seems to only be five or six years old.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

“Let me finish. So no one really knows what this child is doing. They say that it’s neither mana nor alchemy. But since it doesn’t hurt anyone and does the job fine no one questions it”

That made the ex-commander sit up straight at the edge of the bed, staring at the prince providing the news. At first he thought the things his sworn brother was saying was a load of bull, but that last statement and confident look Alberu gave him made him think things through properly.

Both men have an inkling feeling of what it might be. No, they are pretty sure as to what it could possibly be. Still, in true Roan Kingdom’s sworn brother duo fashion both played dull-witted. After all they both like playing charades just to see who will lose their mind first. 

Of course, despite that, games have to have an ending. That’s why right now the two of them, with Raon, are now inside a carriage observing the dukedom in question. Instead of the usual elegant carriage, they are now riding a simple one. One where it’s covered to the point you can’t tell who’s inside. The outside is painted plain white. You really can’t tell that two of the most prominent figures of the Roan Kingdom are the ones riding it. 

All of this is because they wanted to observe the territory on their way to the duchy. Of course they have already set an appointment with the Duke beforehand. Still, the two wanted to see and confirm the rumors, and that’ll be hard to do if they were riding a flashy carriage that screams their arrival.

On the face of it, the territory looks normal. The bustling market where merchants are trying to sell their products. The plaza where a bunch of kids are running around and couples taking a stroll. The houses nearby are lively, some even doing laundry or possibly preparing for a small gathering.

But when you look closely, most of those people are doing their everyday lives using devices that have never been seen before in this world.

“Hmmm it seems like we have someone who’s also been to earth on our hands. What do you think dongsaeng?”

Good thing Cale and Alberu have been to another world before. 

“Looks like it”

In spite of that, it doesn’t look as if it’s doing any harm to the people so the two left it at that. Actually, it seems like it’s actually helping everyone. Everyone’s lives in the territory seems to be more efficient with the help of the technology introduced. The people washing laundry can get it dry faster. The merchants with little to no helpers can now monitor their stores even when they have to leave and go to the backroom for a bit.

“Our esteemed guests! Crown Prince Alberu, Young Master Cale, and the Esteemed Dragon Raon! Welcome! Welcome! Your rooms have been prepared for your stay, just tell one of the servants if there’s something not to your liking and we’ll fix it!”

From what Cale knows this Duke is a very competent one.Not corrupt and always does his best to make sure the territory is peaceful. He also doesn’t participate in politics. Choosing to be loyal to the kingdom instead. Cale heard Alberu that the Duke is updated in the ins and outs of politics but won’t make a move unless their territory or the kingdom is in danger. Cale likes that about this Duke.

Aside from that the Duke also has two children. Both being famous for being intelligent and being a prodigy. Their eldest one, also the heir of the family, has shown talent for swordsmanship at a very early age. Not only that but they have been attending important meetings since they were ten years old for their inputs have been very helpful.

Cale was skeptical about the Duke’s parenting skills because of that last one. Well that was before finding out that it was the young duke who actually insists on attending the meetings. Now at sixteen years old, the young duke attends fewer meetings. From what the redhead heard it’s because he likes taking care of his six year old sister. Speaking of the young lady…

“_____ don’t lay down like that! You just recovered!”

The duke nearly had a heart attack upon seeing the child laying down on the sofa with their head hanging upside down like a cat. In their hands is what looks like a smartphone? Is Cale seeing that right?

“I’m sorry about the gentlemen. This is _____ my youngest child and my only daughter.”

It took the duke a few seconds before he was able to compose himself. Meanwhile _____ is already giving her courtesy to the two. Standing as if she didn’t just shed five years of her father’s life.

“Good afternoon, please forgive my rudeness earlier.”

The way of speaking is formal but clumsy. As expected from a noble child. As she raises her head she looks at the black dragon with curiosity. Cale was expecting her to say something but she surprisingly didn’t. She just observed Raon for a few seconds before looking at her father once more.

“Don’t dwell on it, you are still young and children should have fun. Right Duke?”

“Most certainly your highness. But dear do be careful, remember you just recovered. You still need a lot of rest.”

Ah, Cale remembered that. A few months ago Hans came inside his room with the usual breakfast and newspaper. The headline of the young girl falling from the balcony. After a few weeks it was found out the poor girl blacked out and toppled over because of anemia.

Well she still looks as if she’s living her best life so there’s not. Plus Cale is here to investigate her inventions, not her health conditions.

Everything went smoothly after that. The young duke came in to give his greetings and to escort the girl to the garden for their daily tea time. Meanwhile the two were escorted to their respective rooms. They made an excuse of going to the territory to attend the festival coming up anonymously. The kind Duke immediately understood and was more than happy to accommodate them.

To justify, the two are really gonna be attending the festival. It’s just that they won’t be attending to have fun just like what the duke might think. 

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music history placement exam complete! not to sound like a freak but man that was fun. i love being given an excerpt and told to figure stuff out about it

forcing me to make the call between classical or early romantic for the period of this string quartet. wretched. it's got that classical galant feel to it but some of the development harmony and show off-y shit in the first vln sounds early romantic to me…i want to say romatic but every other era is covered in another question already….then again there are like three 20th century excerpts too so...

"where was this piece composed? be as specific as possible" seems like a ridiculously hard question to ask and then i listen to the excerpt and i'm like. oh it's 12th century french organum. obviously. unfortunately i took mh i three years ago so i can barely remember what the nuances of medieval liturgical text setting are rip

i'm pretty sure i've sung this motet before LOL. i finished the questions for this excerpt so quick but then i just sat and listened to the full excerpt cause it's pretty. i love renaissance polyphony…

WAGNER JUMPSCARE. THIS IS FROM THE FUCKING MEISTERSINGER. "please list at least two features of the music that led you to your answer" i have played the overture before and recognize these motifs. this exam is pass/fail but gd i wish i could get bonus points for naming the exact opera this is from LOL

this one was tough…definitely some baroque opera, probably 17th century tbh. i need to watch more baroque stuff to be able to tell who this is besdies "not handel"

is this la mer?? this is la mer. debussy you scamp. i would recognize that english horn anywhere. again i know i won't get bonus points for namedropping the specific claude monet painting that gave impressionism its name but that isn't gonna stop me from being extra as hell anyway

SHORT RIDE IN A FAST MACHINE!! the hardest part of this question was definitely "list three composers who are famous for composing in this style [minimalism]" cause i'm just like. trying to remember anyone else besides philip glass steve reich and john adams. was john cage a minimalist??

fuck i know what piece this is but i cannot remember what it's called or who wrote it. it was definitely on a listening exam in mh iii. weirdass atonal early 20th century song cycle or smth. i think this is serialism but i'm also forgetting what the difference is between serialism and expressionism is. i know this isn't 12 tone at least.

#sasha speaks #breaking down my reactions to each excerpt & its questions below the cut lol #this went way better than the theory exam i took yesterday. #in which it took me like ten minutes to remember what an aug 6th chord looked like