A DAY OR TWO LATE (am I really late if mermay isn't over yet?), BUT I GOT YOU GUYS A LONG POST WITH THE GOOD STUFF FOR MOOMINSEA AU:
Since Snorks are just color-changing Moomintrolls with longer fur, I decided Snorkfishes are just color-changing Moominfishes with longer fins (*accidentally draws the trans pride fish with Snorkmaiden*);
For Sniff, I got help from @lonesome-vagabond, who straight up told me to look up for sea dragons. I don't think he meant an actual Phycodurus, but I swear that when my eyes landed on that small long-nosed and long-tailed scaredy-cat thing I only saw Sniff. So Sniff is a Phycodurus;
Now, of course Little My's best sea-species match would be a siren/mermaid once she is definitely the type to drown sailors and fishermen for fun unlike Selkies do, but I thought a lot about it and I got to the conclusion: all Mymbles should be Selkies. It's not only because of the sweet and carefree nature Mymbles and Selkies have in commun (which we know Little My goes against), but also because of the way both Mymbles and Selkies are absolute simps (again, Little My goes against the two species' nature),
Can't you just see that happening between Mymble Jr and her little siblings? Also, if Moominsea's Snufkin is a Selkie, his mother is automatically a Selkie too, while Joxter is a human.
Now, thinking about Mymble(mamma), she'd be the traditional "I go to the beach to have some cake by the ocean and go back underwater with a child, as my hobbie" type of Selkie, so Joxter would be one of the many sailors/fishermen she saved/found by the beach and had a romantic relationship with only to have a baby Selkie (Snufkin) and take him with her. If Snufkin had been born a human, maybe he'd have gotten to live with his father instead.
Where is Joxter now? Nobody knows. Some say he moved away from the beach, others say he died of broken heart. But Snufkin believes Joxter is still out there trying to find his lost baby, and goodness, he'd give anything to meet his human father during his winter trips too.
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Leviathantale MerMay 2021 - Day 30: Mermaid’s Kiss
Even after Kelp returns to land, he longs for the sea, the Deep, and the Shiver.
(Continuation of Day 10: Kelp & Day 23: Grotto)
Even after his return to land, Kelp longs for the sea. He longs to return to its depth and return to the deep where it felt so right. It makes him guilty whenever he thinks about it since the last time he disappeared on his family and friends, it sent them all into a panic. But the guilt doesn’t make the longing disappear. It stays.
Horror still visits his dock. The Great White takes care not to mention what happened on the beach and in the Deep, much to Kelp’s disappointment. He doesn’t let it show. He smiles and pretends along with his friend, afraid of breaking their normalcy and making things awkward.
Dust doesn’t come with him anymore. Kelp asks after the quiet and reserved Whitetip, but Horror always has excuses for why his shivermate couldn’t come.
“Dust wants to see you. He really does,” Horror assures Kelp every time. He sounds earnest, at least. “He’s just not feeling too well.”
“Did he regret it?” Kelp doesn’t ask. “When the heat broke and the eggs were laid, did he regret what he said to me? What we did?”
“I hope he feels better. Tell that to Dust for me please.”
As the months roll by, the longing gets worse and worse. Kelp’s mind drifts to memories of his time in the Deep. Classic notices, of course. He looks sadder and sadder whenever he sees the look on Kelp’s face. “Buddy, sometimes, I feel like you’re not here anymore.”
Kelp isn’t. By the time an entire year rolls around, he’s made his decision. After an emotional phone call with his little brother and a conversation with Classic, Kelp quits his job and leaves his house keys to his friend. He gives away some things and wraps things up. In the end, there’s only him and his fishing boat.
Kelp sets out to the ocean. He goes out farther than he’s ever gone before. He goes to where all ships sink and never return.
Kelp stops mid-row and stares at Dust. The mershark floats uncertainly near the side of Kelp’s boat. Slowly, Kelp smiles at Dust. “Hey there. Long time no see.”
It’s like a breath of relief, seeing Dust again. The Whitetip mershark flushes grey at the sight of the smile and hides into his hoodie. Kelp’s hands twitch with the instinctive urge to reach out and cup Dust’s cheeks. Instead, he sets aside his paddles.
Dust shifts uncomfortably. "It's clutching season and he doesn't want to be careless again. Sorry that he couldn't come to visit."
"And you?" Kelp gently prods. "Are you feeling better? I haven't seen you for a very long time, Dust. I missed you."
Dust, normally so impassive and apathetic, looks so vulnerable.
"Me too. I missed you too," his voice breaks. "But it wouldn't have been safe for you if I came. Horror agreed. I wasn't in my right - I wanted to keep - I wished -" Dust stops and takes a breath. Kelp waits patiently for the mershark to gather the right words, feeling as if he's at the edge of something important. "I couldn't forget the sight of you with us...heavy with Horror's clutch...happy. It made me want to keep you forever."
Kelp shivers. "I couldn't forget either. I was so happy there."
Dust floats closer until he’s close enough for Kelp to touch. He looks at Kelp with such longing but stops himself at the last second and shakes his head. “You’re too far out, Kelp. It’s too dangerous. I’ll help you back to your island.”
“No.” Kelp does reach out to touch Dust this time. He cups the side of his face and runs a soft thumb over his cheekbone. The mershark outs out a shuddering sigh at the contact and leans into it. “No, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
“But your life on the Surface…”
“I’ve said my goodbyes and closed that part of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and Horror and the Shiver…if all of you will have me.”
Dust lets out the most adorable chirp at Kelp’s declaration, eyelights blown wide. “You choose us? Really?”
“Yeah. I choose you.”
Dust pushes himself up at the side of the boat and captures Kelp into a kiss. Giddy and happy, Kelp returns it and lets the Dust slowly pull him down into the water. Down, down, down they go into the Deep where the rest of the Shiver would happily welcome Kelp home.
The waves eventually push Kelp’s boat back to the island and its shore. It remains empty.
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