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scribblemew · 22 days
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HAPPY MERMAID SEASON YALL!! <3
As always, make sure to have a snack & get some water!! <3
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selineram3421 · 8 months
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*lies awake at night and has an idea*
[Its 4 a.m. by the way.]
Other Worldly
Prologue
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Alastor X Shy Reader
(Oneshot turned short story)
Warnings? ⚠
⚠ selectively mute reader, mentions of death-drowning, shaking head = no, signing-ASL ⚠
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They were an oddity.
How could such a meek and bashful thing like them end up in this fiery inferno.
Alastor watched from the bar as they bumped into the check-in counter and squeaked before getting off balance and falling.
Clumsy, jumpy, barely making a sound other than some odd squeaks.
Yes, they were quite the wonder.
An entertaining one.
You were somewhat new to Hell. At least two weeks in.
There was an accident where you worked in the aquarium and well..you kinda caused a mass drowning? It sounds impossible but it happened.
It was very challenging to get up after your fall, but you managed and wound up at the hotel.
With the help of the Princess, you were able to figure out what kind of demon you are. It came with pros but it also came with cons. One con being that you couldn't speak unless you wanted to hypnotize someone.
It made you a little sad, but also relieved. You didn't do well around others, too shy to speak up or get involved with anything that put you in the spotlight.
Maybe it was for the best.
There would be one thing you wouldn't give up though.
Alastor was in the hotel's library.
There wasn't a whole lot of demons coming into this room, especially after some guests saw him walk in here a few times.
It didn't matter. At least there were multiple things that could entertain him. A small music room with instruments, projectors in another with film reels and other types of tapes, and the most dazzling room of all was the astronomy room.
The Princess made sure to have this room's dome ceiling painted with an accurate mural of the Earth's night sky.
Deciding to mess with the trinkets on the shelves, the demon in red walked towards the back of the room and glanced at the star charts. Tapping at some of the books and measuring tools on the desk nearby before sitting down on a chair.
No one ventured this far into the library. He was probably the only demon who knew of this room's existence.
And then he heard something.
Someone had entered the room.
Turning around and looking between the shelves, Alastor spots the timid demon that he enjoys flustering so much near the armillary sphere in the middle.
A little spook wouldn't be too bad.
He thought with a small grin, starting to summon up a shadow creature. However both dissipated when there was a note sung into the air.
"Let's go in the garden
You'll find something waiting
Right there where you left it lying upside down
When you finally find it, you'll see how its faded
The underside is lighter when you turn it around "
The Radio Demon sat there, mouth agape as they sang.
"Everything stays right where you left it
Everything stays
But it still changes
Ever so slightly, daily and nightly
In little ways, when everything stays "
Like a siren- a water sprite? A nymph? It was hard to pinpoint what he could compare their voice to.
It was other worldly.
Their voice echoed due to the room's acoustics.
He didn't notice that he had gotten out of the chair, didn't notice he was making his way towards them, didn't notice when they stopped singing until they gasped.
Blinking out of his trance, he found them facing him and covering their mouth with their hands. A panicked look in their eyes.
"You stopped.", Alastor spoke up. "Why not finish?"
They shook their head quickly and backed away.
Before he could say something else, they moved their arms down, one made into a fist on their chest and moving in a circle clockwise. Then they ran out. (Sorry)
He stood there for a while, his smile widening. Maybe there was more to them than he thought.
How interesting~
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I'm still on break but I couldn't help myself with this one. 🐚 (Old note)
~Seline, the person.
Part 1
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Alastor ML I🎙 | ChL OW🦀
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imgoom · 1 year
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FUNNY GAY SILLY FISH PEOPLE!!!!
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naffeclipse · 5 months
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ghhhghh mers mers sirens pretty fishie men and ladies sirens and mers and hhhhhgggghhhhh
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1driedpersimmon · 1 year
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Temenos and Crick… mermaid AU?
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handthattakes · 4 months
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It’s probably just tuna don’t worry about it:)
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garnouille-art · 1 year
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Some pages about a personal project with mermaids :)
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nizaberry · 1 year
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Moonlight Mermay
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mountainmagpie · 4 months
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crypt1camoeba · 5 months
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Nah how did I not post this , mermaid character :) I like him a lot
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katanadepapel · 6 months
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As The Little Mermaid, Naomi and April would be the curious mermaids; Unlike other mermaids who are stuck up and arrogant, the cousins are even excluded from ''society'' because they are more humble and not evil.
- What are those lights? - Says April with half-closed and narrowed eyes looking towards the surface trying to see, having difficulty, since she is without her glasses.
- AH, I found your glasses! - Naomi says distractedly
They find mysterious lights over the ocean waters and curiously decide to go there to see.
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scribblemew · 11 days
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GETTING BACK TO MERMAIDS but this one doesn’t really have a prompt anymore cause im just drawing the same mermaid for the 3rd time lol- in 2020 i was given my very first ipad for my birthday, so i figure it’s only right the commemorate the day with a special piece <3 redrawing this every few years actually means so much to me, cause i remember when i first started and saw all these bigger artists redrawing their work from years ago, and thinking about how excited i was to finally get to redraw my own art some day, and I feel like i’m impatient as fuck BUT SOMEHOW HERE WE ARE AGAIN 4 YEARS LATER :DD
Anyway, the older versions are under the cut, i’d like to bet you can guess which is the first and which is the second lmao
As always, remember to hydrate & get yourself a snack!! 💜💜
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sunandsstars · 1 year
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May seem like a weird ask but, it's clear the metksyina are going to be extremely cautious of humans going forth in the franchise but I can't just help thinking about their reaction to meeting a mermaid, like sure the upper half is a human woman but the lower half is a fish and they live in ocean, surely they'd definitely compromise a bit 🤔
i actually have a fic like this in the works 👀 it’s an Ao’nung x reader since i don’t have anything for him yet. But instead of the upper half being human i decided to make it Na’vi! since they live on pandora and the only sentient beings (that we know of) are the Na’vi and the tulkun.
but if the metkayina were to see a human mermaid maybe they would be less afraid/hostile with them since they’re part fish? and the metkayina love their fish 🐠
i can kinda see this go 2 ways:
the metkayina welcome the strange mermaid creature with open arms. besties 4 life
they kill the mermaid and eat it bc it’s a fish and fish a fricken delicious
ITS KINDA DARK BUT IF THEY SEE A FISH LIKE THING WOUKDNT THEY WANT TO EAT IT?? 💀💀
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hellfirefucker · 10 months
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I wrote a fic for @mungrovebingos !! Please give it a read or I will cry! Mind the tags please!! (Dead Dove!!)
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MERMAN
I love drawing mermans, I have a mermaid fixation and I'm back in it
ALSO TOYA ITS TOYA
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as-per-jury · 2 years
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I wrote this for class but tumblr loves mermaids and classic lit
Their eyes frightened me in the beginning. Wide, unblinking, and glassy. Their eyes look nothing like ours. As you should know, our eyes have three colours: white, black, and a third we like to compare to a feature of the earth such as its sky or soil. Our eyes sit in sockets, theirs look to be just under the skin. When I was very young, I used to play with sewing needles and perform surgery on the most awful looking dolls, having convinced myself their ugliness was a symptom of some rare, unidentified condition. I tended to pierce my fingers, not deep enough to have drawn blood though I very clearly separated my skin from itself. I could look through my skin and see the tip of the needle more vividly than if I lay my hand above it and squinted. Now that you can envision how far the eyes sat beneath the skin, perhaps you can try and paint in your mind the blend of colours in them too. Some were so flooded with hues they came across grey – or the ocean floor’s lighting was not designed for me – where others looked to have changed colours every other moment. What I saw of their eyes was about the size of a whole human eye removed from the skull and just as round, as they had no eyelids. The rest of their faces were as normal as I would expect – and I had no expectations – with flat or no noses [it varied by the person and, I later learned, the region] and lipless mouths that I never wished to see open upon catching a glimpse of their teeth not too long after seeing their faces for the first time. The teeth were long and thin, not unlike the aforementioned needles. Wide spaces of nothing separated each tooth. To accommodate their teeth, their jaws sat closer to their narrow shoulders than to where their ears should be – if they were human that is. Before I elaborate on their appearance, I must stress that I did indeed stare at them, despite how unsettling I found them [I never quite adjusted to their looks], because they were and are the most visually bizarre people I have met during my travels even if they were about average human size. Any similarities we share with those people who I have taken to thinking of as Nereids [not taking into account their abstract “beauty”] were limited to the presence of eyes, mouths, and a furless torso. Of course, where we lack fur, they had shimmering scales everywhere about their bodies. Do not call them mermaids, I request of the reader, as they were not all maids and “mer” is all too simple to call them by. I was certain they were being eaten alive when I first cast my sight upon them. They were not. From beneath their navels onward, creatures of the deep more natural than themselves had seemingly been stopped halfway through consuming what I thought were supposed to be “normal” human bodies. The creatures staring at me wore fish remains as skirts or were horrific parasites that were so bold to grow from the inside out through its host mouth so it may then don the marine beasts as bottoms to hide their shame [or parade its pride in stealing life for itself].
               It’s been brought to my attention that I’ve spent about a page’s worth of words to tell you how these beings looked, but, again, I only describe them so much that you might also believe that I did not live through a hallucination caused by nearly dying. I return, then, to my adventure in the deep. Though it was not much of an adventure as I was confined to the bubble should I have any chance of not drowning or asphyxiating. I never learned who placed me in the bubble, but I did learn how the bubbles were made. Down so far away from the surface, sound, I gathered, does not travel as it does on land and through air. These people communicated by creating shapes and swirls made of tiny bubbles with their hands and fingers, which were connected by thin skin at where I thought the halfway knuckle belonged. The bubbles often did not dissipate for minutes after a conversation was finished, allowing, I assumed, time for a review of the exchange should apologies be needed. Perhaps that was why disputes were so rare between citizens. I nearly summed up conflict with a nearby province to be that of miscommunications. Actually, I do still believe that was all due to a language barrier. These other Nereids had limp horns sprouting from their foreheads that dangled bulbs of light at the end. The Bubble Nereids did not have those, as I would have surely made a mention of it. The Light Nereids, though capable of speaking Bubble, refused for reasons I never quite grasped, opting to blink their lights and wave their horns at each other, producing bubbles in arrangements that some Bubble Nereids looked to take offense to. I failed to understand why they would do business with each other if all they ever did was fight. I eventually took it upon myself to conclude that they were closer to each other than others and that, just maybe, not all conflict is bad conflict. It appeared to drive their society to best the Lights in any trade. Not that they traded anything important by English standards – and I found myself in a constant state of befuddlement at how pearls were not a commodity in any sense, but, rather, they were all in a great demand of bloody seaweed.
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