#i used to just draw him as a regular mer boi

[chthonicgodling]

(April’s)Huevember - Day 12!

featuring: Glaukos !!

[in which I’ve made my very own #Huevember wheel this year (that you can use too! Pls tag me I’d LOVE to see!) - unabridged version continues, including a wide array of Elysium’verse characters across the rainbow!]

TEAL BEGINS!! this and the following two drawings were the hardest for me this entire month AHH. today features - who the hell is THIS now?! well remember that yellow pic of Oiolyka a few days ago - here’s her aforementioned husband Glaukos! SEE I TOLD YOU TO REMEMBER THE NAME :-))) notes!!

MERMAID MERMAID- Well,, merman, whatever. can you believe we have an entire mer person in here and I’ve only ever drawn him ONCE BEFORE THIS?!?!

Glaukos is one of the original early early Elysium’verse characters like Oiolyka is, he was one of Maci and (pre-deified still mortal) Tory’s first ever close friends and uhhhh………….. partners 😏, before they got married!! He lives in the waters of the Blessed Isles of Elysium

Glaukos actually used to be mortal long long ago and ate like, wacky poison herbs that almost killed him but turned him into a god and a mermaid instead so he and Tory became apotheosis buddies 🥰

I spoke a lil about him on Oiolyka’s pic, but when they had their quadruplets he moved deeper in the water with her and also completely off screen. Every so often he’ll pop up to make rare cameos! Unlike the rest of Maci & Tory’s playthings, Glaukos never lived in the palace formally though he did often show up in the pool and bathtubs

FUN FACT actually when Glaukos was an Elysium regular & back in the day he had much longer hair!! When the quads were toddlers (three girls and one boy, I have literally never drawn them and it’s been 15 whole years) they chopped his hair off while he was sleeping so he just kept it short forever after lmfao

I have drawn him so infrequently that I. Have never drawn the long hair. I will get around to it eventually though! I prommy

Glaukos belongs to @fenixethekid & Day 13 tomorrow! I conveniently have just added the exact next shade of teal to a character in the recent days past so….. you might be able to guess who comes next……..👀 click the link up above to see the whole Huevember wheel - feel free to use the tag AceprilHuevember if u want to play too - and my tag this year can be found here!!

#AceprilHuevember #AceprilHuevember 2023 #Huevember 2023 #Huevember2023 #huevember #my art

[mostly-comfort]

i was a little shy and indecisive in my previous ask ^-^' whoops haha i had REALLY better make a decision or you'll be pushed for time more than you probablynalready are ^-^'

if there is still a slot available, could i please request a lil halloween doodle of my boi pete?

his profile is linked in his fic masterpost, shifting phases, which is linked in my masterpost over on my sideblog @emcscared-whumps

it has a few references included, but i can send more specific ones and answer any questions later on if you need (and in that case, how would you prefer to receive them? is tumblr dm okay?)

and then, could i also request some info and refs on your boi?

thankyouuuuu, have a happy halloween :)))

it's np!! i only have 2 spots filled so far, this'll be the third (i decided to have 5 spots total)

i read through his profile (love how detailed it is!), and i was wondering if he has regular teeth or not? ik some ppl like to give their mer/mer-like characters sharp teeth, or fangs sometimes

also, i noticed in one drawing, he has white streaks in his hair! is that later on or would you consider it to be part of his default appearance?

i realized u can't dm sideblogs, so i can message u with my main or keep using regular or private asks, whichever u prefer!

u just opened up pandora's box by asking me abt my sad boy [rubs hands together]

unfortunately i don't have any refs beyond what i drew, but he just has typical vampire traits (red eyes, claws, very pale, etc)

in my universe, vampires are more biologically plausible, so they have adaptations and they're mostly limited to what's natural. they aren't immortal, can't turn humans into vampires, etc. though it's not completely realistic, otherwise this story wouldn't exist lol

vampires can live to 1000 years. they're hardy, they can take injuries that would be fatal to a human (though they feel just as much pain), and are difficult to kill. yet that's exactly the problem for our unfortunate guy :)

hunters imprisoned and tortured him for over 300 years, never granting him the mercy of death. he's now merely a shell of who he once was, and he has no memory of his past or who he was (and honestly, i don't know either lmao)

as you may know, being tortured for centuries leaves irreparable trauma/mental damage, not only making him lose his memories but rendering him incapable of fending for himself. he can barely function, can hardly say anything other than apologies or pleas, etc. i think his brain has even lost significant mass (i have no idea if this is even possible but let's go with it lol)

in present day, he's out of there and with a caretaker, though i'll share more about that later, or if i ever get around to writing his story lmao

personality

he's perpetually nervous, which is the understatement of the century (ironic)

very conditioned, struggles to articulate sentences, or just thinking in general

obedient, quiet, timid ofc. as time goes on, he becomes curious, likes being in nature

extremely dedicated to caretaker, probably to the point of unhealthy codependency

appearance

longish, messy, black, wavy hair

red eyes, slit pupils (they can dilate like a cat's)

pale skin

wears a tracking collar

vampires rarely scar, unless the injury is repeated or severe enough. so of course he has a deep scar on his face from when the hunters forced him to wear a silver muzzle pretty much the whole time

also has scars around neck, wrists, and ankles from wearing silver cuffs/collar

scarred, crooked fingers

fun facts

he thinks of himself as an 'it' for a long time, even though caretaker doesn't think of him as such

his behavior is quite instinctive/creature-like. he scents, he likes climbing trees, sitting in the moonlight, bringing back leaves, twigs, feathers, etc

fuck it, vampires can purr. if u couldn't tell, i'm heavily inspired by cats lmao

when he learns to read again, he develops a liking for stories

has issues with feeding, tries his best to hide his fangs, really he just has problems with everything that makes him a vampire sadly

#ask #oc august #story: centuries

[a-random-afterswap-snas]

Man

I've been seeing a lot of underwater bois

Would it be weird to make a version of blue as one?

I kinda wanna do him as a sea horse or a leafy seadragon- but for some reason I also wanna draw him as a dumbo octopus(main reason Is bc its cute as frick and smol)? It doesnt really fit for him to be an octo boi tho-

There's also really cool looking sea slugs- i was even thinking of doing a crab one because i dont think people do those as much

Hsjsvshsfhsvxugd

#idk #oh boy im getting into the phase again #i used to just draw him as a regular mer boi #but i wanna do something different this time #yes i have done this before #be e ep #im now thinking of doing Fell as a pufferfish #its wierd #but i like it

[dr-exophil]

Merman x F!Reader

Hi, and welcome to my first actual story post on this account! This story is about a merman named Tethys, who was based on a drawing a saw online a little while ago (you can see his picture in one of my last posts). It's not very long, only 1944 words, but I'm going to make multiple parts, so stay tuned if you enjoy.

The sky was a deep blue that Saturday morning, orange only barely tinging the horizon. The waves were beginning to recede, the tides no longer under the spell of the moon, and the sand felt soft under my bare feet. It was the first weekend of summer, and my family had insisted on a camping trip to commemorate their favourite season, dragging me along with them. I wasn’t generally much of an outdoorsy person, but even I had to admit that the beach was exceptionally beautiful this morning.

I wandered aimlessly along the coast, only about a foot from the most daring waves, kicking shells and taking in the scenery. It had been a while since I’d last come to the beach, and I was enjoying reconnecting with it. The sound of the waves beside me, the scent of the sea blowing through my hair on a light breeze, the colours of the early morning sky… It was all so magnificent, and I was suddenly glad the light had awakened me this morning.

I was nearing a comparatively sharp turn on the beach, the soft sand giving way to more gritty stuff like crushed up shells and small rocks. As I watched a squadron of early birds divebombing the water in the distance, a few sharpened boulders of varying sizes beside the dunes told me that a new section of beach was coming up. I furrowed my brows and turned my body in the opposite direction, momentarily walking backwards, to see that I’d come far enough that our campsite was nowhere to be seen. 

Anxiety washed over me as the waves wash over the beach, and as I was about to walk back, an eerie tune caught my ear and made me look back. A strange sort of humming was coming from around the boulders, the sound alluring in a way I’d never thought possible. Something in me told me this wasn’t right, that the peculiar song wasn’t meant to be heard, but yet it seemed to call to me, slowly coiling around me and leading me to the source.

Before I knew it, I was moving towards the noise, my feet moving without my consent and my heels dragging slightly in the sand. Right as I was about to find the source of the beautiful voice, I caught myself and hid behind the boulder. Suddenly my head was killing me, and my vision blurred momentarily, but it cleared up after I shut my eyes for a few seconds. The singing hadn’t stopped, but it had abruptly become quieter and more hesitant. It was then I realized that whoever was singing must’ve heard me.

A thousand anxious thoughts ran through my head in a matter of seconds. Shit, I really wasn’t supposed to hear it… Oh gods, what if they think I’m some axe murderer, or a stalker? What if they’re the axe murderer? Am I gonna die here?

As my imagination ran amok, and I began regretting ever allowing my family to bring me here, I was stirred from my thoughts by a soft voice calling out nervously, “Hello? Is, uh, someone there?”

It sounded like a boy, or rather a young man. Though his voice sounded slightly deeper when speaking, it was definitely the singer I’d just heard. I suddenly remembered what I was wearing as a cool breeze brushed past my bare legs. I hadn’t expected anyone to come out so early, and all I wore aside from my watch was a large T-shirt, some shorts, and a sports bra, the clothes I’d worn to sleep. Heat crept up my neck as I realized I’d have to show myself like this.

The singer called for me once more before I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and walked around the rock. “Hey,” I said as I brushed some hair away from my face, “I’m sorry to intrude, I just--”

I stopped in my tracks as my eyes met the deep, watery ones of the singer, and I couldn’t help but raise my hands to my mouth in shock. My gaze wandered down his body, past his long, dark hair; his blue and salmon skin shimmering with water and grains of sand, his sharp-clawed, elegant hands, and his scaly, muscular tail. When I came back to his angled face for the second time, I saw his ears, shaped the same as the fins on his hips, currently darker than the rest of his body.

When he cleared his throat nervously, I stumbled back with a yelp, tripping over myself and landing on my bottom. The creature immediately tried to jump to catch me but he was too far,  I whimpered loudly and scooted backwards in the sand, eyes as big as saucers. It quickly retreated, backing itself up against the dunes once more and holding its hands up in surrender. “Okay! Alright, I won’t touch you,” he said, his face contorted with worry as he eyed the sharp rocks around me. “Just, are you, uhm, are you okay?”

I ignored his question, once again letting my eyes fall to his tail. It was beautiful, too beautiful to be some elaborate costume. The fin at the end, like the others, was webbed with translucent skin akin to that of reptiles’ shed, or at least it looked that way. If this was really his body, then I had to assume the tail and fins had the same slimy texture as a regular fish. It was hard to rationalize this situation, but focusing on the facts that I knew helped to calm me down. He seemed peaceful enough and asked about my wellbeing, so I assumed he was friendly.

I took a deep breath, heart racing, and eyed him suspiciously. He met my gaze, but seemed to be trying very hard not to look away. “Okay, so, no offence, and excuse me for asking, but… What, um, what are you?”

He seemed relieved to see I had asked such a simple question. “Well,” he said, tapping his claws nervously on the gritty sand, “your people call us many things, but I call myself a mer. I think that’s what’s most common, right? Mermaidens and mermen?”

“Just mermaids, but yeah,” I agreed, before shaking my head vehemently. “But wait, that’s-- mermaids aren’t real?” It came out as a question, as my unsureness was immeasurable. The merman huffed a little laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides, and my eyes went wide as I looked away. What was that? I shook my head once more, pushing the strange twist in my gut down to a nice, dark place where I could forget about it.

Meeting his eyes again, I asked, “If mermaids, or… mer, or whatever, are real, does that mean other “mythical” creatures are real too?” The merman gave me a strange look as I made air quotes around the term “mythical,” but didn’t question it.

“Well, I’m not sure what you would consider mythical, but I have to assume that they are real, if people said mer were make-believe,” he says, looking at a crab in thought as it poked half of its little body out of a hole before quickly backtracking. When he met my eyes again, he seemed a little more apprehensive. “Forgive me for asking, if it’s rude, but what exactly do you call yourself?”

I furrowed my brows a little. “We call ourselves humans, you didn’t know that?” The merman lets out a little snort before he bursts into a fit of laughter. Only then, as a heavy blush of embarrassment clouds my cheeks, do I realize what he meant. “Oh! Oh my god, I’m so stupid,” I mutter, burying my face in my hands. “I-- Oh, would you stop laughing? My name is (Y/n), for crying out loud.”

As he slowly quiets himself, the smile remains on the mer’s face. “(Y/n), you said? What a strange name,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “I’ve never heard a name like that before, but then again, I haven’t ever spoken to a human. My name is Tethys, and it’s… well, startling to meet you.”

I scoff, though in a playful sort of way, and hold my hand out to him. “The shock is all mine,” I say sarcastically. I raise a brow as he stares uncomfortably at my hand, before recoiling and running my hand down my face in exasperation with my idiocy. “Sorry, it’s a, uh, common human greeting. Here, let me show you…”

Tethys watches me warily as I scoot closer to him, sitting on my knees, and slowly reach for his hand. Upon grabbing his hand he immediately pulls away, confusion on his features. “What is this? What are you doing?”

“Trust me on this, it’s simple,” I respond, grabbing him once more. He’s tense, but this time he doesn’t snatch his hand back. Instead, he stares on in interest as I position his right hand so that it’s facing me, and gently slip my hand into his in a handshake. I grin at him, suddenly so excited as I realize that I’m literally teaching a merman how to give a handshake, and he smiles back nervously. I notice, however, out of the corner of my eye, that his ears are changing colours again.

I was about to ask about it when suddenly a loud beeping startled us both. Tethys hissed loudly, his ears twitching violently, and looked to my watch. I quickly shut off my alarm, eyes widening as I turned my gaze from my watch to the orangey sky. Daylight was quickly eating the blue of the night, and I directed my panicked eyes back to Tethys, who was rubbing his temples gently and staring menacingly at my watch. “I have to go,” I said hastily, moving my hands to the ground to push myself up again.

Tethys’s deep blue eyes widened drastically, and he quickly grabbed my forearm to stop me from moving anymore. “But, but wait! You’ve only just got here,” he said, “and I’ve never spoken to a human before! Couldn’t you stay just a little longer?”

His big, sad eyes tore at me, and I really wanted to talk more too, but as I glanced once more at my watch, I knew I couldn’t. “Look, I don’t want to go, but my family is going to freak if they see I’m missing,” I said. I could tell he didn’t quite get that, but he seemed to understand the urgency in my voice. “How about this: I don’t live too terribly far from the beach, so I’ll drive out here a week from now, and meet you right here?”

“A week? How long is that?”

“Seven days,” I respond quickly. “It’s the soonest I can possibly come back; I’m going on a trip during the-- those seven days. Is that okay?”

He hesitates for only a second before nodding. “At night,” he says, “so I can’t be seen. I’ll be here.” I nod in return and stand up as he releases his grip on me, dusting myself off.

“I’ll see you soon, Tethys,” I say, another excited grin making its way onto my face. His ears change to that deep blue once more as he hears his name, and I’m beginning to think it happens when he’s happy. A question for another day, I suppose. He nods once more, smiling big, and for the first time, I notice the razor-sharp teeth he harbours within his mouth. 

I shake my head once more as I walk off, a strange yet not unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach. A question for another day.

#monster x human #monster lover #monster boyfriend #interspecies romance #tetraphilia #monster x reader #monster #monsters #merman #mer #merman boyfriend #writers #writing #exophilia #exophilia works #part 1 #part one #part 1 of many

[falloutdelmarvaau]

Fallout: Delmarva (Chapter 1)

Mission: A S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Assignment

I’m woken up by the sound of my alarm clock playing “Country Roads” again. It’s always been one of my favorite songs. Whenever I hear it, I always get a little lost in the descriptions of pre-war Potomac. Hearing about those mountains and rivers that haven’t been contaminated or blasted to pieces makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Sadly, that world is long gone, and what lived on is an irradiated mess that eats the warm and fuzzy for breakfast. With that thought in my head, I heave a disgruntled sigh and smack my alarm clock to shut it up, ready to begin my day.

With a grumble, I stand up and smooth out the wrinkles in my Vault-Tec jumpsuit. Like the rest of the residents of Vault 26, I never take my jumpsuit off except to shower. Today is not a shower day for me – the Overseer’s schedule would let me know if it was – so instead I simply proceed to the mirror to begin getting ready for my day. My appearance hasn’t changed for a few years now, thanks in large part to the Overseer’s rigorous standards for Vault 26’s residents. My brown hair is short, cropped off right where my head meets my neck. My brown eyes are a bit dull, as they always are this early in the morning, but I’m sure they’ll be full of life soon enough, drawing compliments that I never ask for from the Vault’s men. My cheekbones are a bit low, but that just gives me a strong chin. My forehead is high, proud and true, like the sloping side of a great dome. This is somewhat offset by my nose, which is small. Finally, my lips are full and smooth, which tends to prompt even more rude compliments from the men.

It takes me but a moment to do all that I have to do in the bathroom. I’m not due to join my colleagues for breakfast for another 15 minutes or so, which is nice; I love having time to kill. Sadly, I don’t have a lot of entertainment options in my small, cramped Vault room. So, for the umpteenth time, I grab my S.P.E.C.I.A.L. pamphlet and begin to read it.

This pamphlet is the same one that I was given in my childhood. It outlines all of the things that make citizens of Vault 26 special. We are strong. We are perceptive. We have great endurance. We are charismatic. We are intelligent. We are agile. We have good luck. And, with proper training, we can take all of these inherent traits and become even better at them. At least, that’s what I’ve heard.

I’ve never been an especially strong person; I can’t really lift more than a spoon most days. I’ve been told I’m oblivious most of the time, which means that my perception could be better. And I’m about as agile as a super-mutant on alcohol. But I’ve been told that I’m charming, and I know that I’m smart. This, combined with some good luck, has allowed me to become a computer programmer.

I am drawn from my reading by an alert on my Pip-Boy. It’s a handy little device: an arm-mounted computer that can do basically everything. It can monitor my life signs, keep track of my schedule, store maps, help me focus my gunfire while I’m doing mandatory training, play music, dispense medicine, keep track of the items I have with me, and much, much more. Every resident of Vault 26 gets one on their 10th birthday to help them with their lives. I mostly use mine to check my schedule, listen to music, and store my favorite programming shortcuts.

I look at my Pip-Boy’s screen and see that I got a message from the Overseer. “That’s odd,”I think. “He never calls me. Why would he? I’m just a regular working-class programmer.”Curious beyond measure, I open the message.

[Vault Resident Angela Miller.] the message reads. [Please report to the Overseer’s office for a special assignment. You will be having breakfast with the Overseer as he explains the situation to you.] My eyes practically jump out of my head. A special assignment? Breakfast with the Overseer? From what I’ve heard, not even the higher-ranking members of the Vault have breakfast with the Overseer. What could he possibly have in mind? Whatever it is, I can’t wait to find out.

* * *

It takes me a minute, but my Pip-Boy’s map eventually leads me to the Overseer’s office. I press the button beside the door, causing it to play a few notes of the old 1950s song Civilization. It’s one of the Overseer’s favorites for reasons unclear to me. A voice behind the door says, “Enter,” and the door automatically opens, two separate panels retreatinto either side of the door frame,allowing me unrestricted access to the office. Most Vault 26 membersnever get to see this place. I’m so excited!

The Overseer’s office is dark, lit only by the glow of a few security monitors that highlight different parts of the Vault. In front of those monitors is a circular desk, covered with various tools, buttons, and the occasional knick-knack. In the middle of the circle is a swivel chair with its back facing me. I can see only the hair of the man sitting in it; his locks are dark and well-groomed in a pompadour style.

“Welcome, Miss Miller,” the Overseer says. His chair turns, allowing me to see the rest of him. He is clad in a jumpsuit just like the rest of us, but he wears it with more dignity and authority. His eyes seem to glow in the dark; I can’t really tell what color they are. His skin looks a little darker than that of most people I know, perfectly complimenting his hair. His nose is sharp and angular, and his mouth is set in a confident smirk. “Glad you could make it.”

“The pleasure it all mine, Mr. Overseer,” I assure him meekly. This is so amazing!

The Overseer chuckles a little before gesturing to a plate on his desk.The sight of bacon, eggs, and potatoesgets my mouth watering. “This is an old-fashioned breakfast from before the Great War. I had it rehydrated just for you. Go on: eat.” I waste no timeinobeying, picking up and bitinginto a bacon strip. As I pop the morsel into my mouth and start to chew it, the Overseer asks, “Tell me, Miss Miller, what do you think of life in the Vault?”

I swallow my food and reply, “Oh, it’s great, Mr. Overseer,” before taking another bite.

“Good,” the Overseer replies, his voice smooth and soothing. “I’m glad to hear that.” He turns his back to me, watching the screens. “It would seem that your neighbors think so, too. Look at them, Miss Miller. Look how they work together to keep life in Vault 26 running smoothly. Isn’t it sheer perfection?” I turn my attention to the screens, watching the people as they go about their lives. I see a few people whosedays started earlier than mine; waste disposers, cooks, and others who specialize inthe health of those who live here. I also see others who have not started their shifts yet. Most of them have wandered down to the mess hall, where they sit in groups at crowded tables, talking and laughing. A few people are still in their rooms, reading old books or listening to music. One couple is having sex.

“Yes, yes, seems quite harmonious, doesn’t it?” the Overseer commentsas I continue to watch and eat. “It almost seems perfect. But here at Vault 26, we always strive to do better. We are a cut above the rest, and we have to make sure it stays that way. That is why I have called you here.

“You see, Miss Miller, there have been rumors going around of a particularly strong group of individuals somewhere in the Delmarva Commonwealth. If we could befriend these people, perhaps we could persuade them to move into the Vault with us. With their protection, we will never be attacked by ghouls or super-mutants ever again.”

I’m a little confused. “That sounds very nice, Mr. Overseer,” I say, swallowing some egg. “But what do you need me for?”

“You are one of the most charming people I’ve ever met,” the Overseer explained. “That’s why I’m sending you out into the wasteland to make contact with these people.”

“What?” I blurt out. This makes no sense. Why would I want to venture out into the wasteland? That’s where monsters of all kinds are lying in wait to ambush me and have me for dinner! “Sir, with all do respect, I can’t go out there!” I explain. “I’ve never been outside the Vault in my life, and I’m not anxious to get eaten by anything out there.”

“Don’t worry about that,” the Overseer purrs. “You’re a resourceful girl; the monsters won’t stand a chance against you. And, once you manage to befriend all of these strong people and bring them back to the Vault, I’ll be prepared to give you a very special promotion.”

My ears prick up. “Special promotion?”

“How would you like to be my own personal computer programmer? See, most computer code breaks down from time totime, and that includes the coding on these monitors.” He gestures to the monitors behind him. “I’ll accept only the best of the best to help maintain my machines. Would you be willing to do that?”

My eyes light up. Never in my life did I think I would have an opportunity like this. Being the Overseer’s personal computer programmer? That sounds amazing! I’d have the respect of everyone in the Vault, including the Overseer himself. “Boy, would I!” I squeal, unable to contain myself.

“Good,” the Overseer replies. “Then, after you finish breakfast, I suggest you pack some supplies and head out to the wasteland. Those people won’t befriend themselves.”

I cannot finish my breakfast fast enough.

* * *

It doesn’t take me very long to pack, mostly because I don’t have a lot of stuff. Some pre-packaged food and a few bottles of water go into my Vault-Tec bag, the contents of which are automatically logged into my Pip-Boy. A couple of stimpaks soon join them, which will come in handy if I happen to have a run-in with a ghoul and need to heal myself. Just as I’m packed up and about to leave,I see my ScienceBobblehead out of the corner of my eye. It’s a funny little trinket; it bears the likeness of the Vault-Tec’s blond-haired, black-eyed mascot, Vault Boy. Vault Boy’s science incarnation wears serious glasses alongside his bright “everything’s gonna be okay” smile. He holds a beaker that is painted luminescent green. I smile; I’ve always loved that bobblehead. I pack it out of nostalgia.

With my bag fully packed, I brace myself for what is to come and start walking. It is only a short trip from my room to the Vault’s entrance, but it feels like I walk for miles and miles. Finally, I stand before the large, gear-shaped blast door, trying to calm my breathing. Beyond this door are horrors that most residents of the Vault have never seen before, and I will have to face them down if I want to make the Overseer happy.

I steel my nerves and turn my attention to the access panel beside the door. The mechanism to open the door was enabled decades ago, so doing so is a simple matter of entering an “open” command into the panel. The process of the door actually opening, however, is nerve-wracking as hell. I watch a mechanical arm descend from the ceiling slowly and loudly, like it’s trying on purpose to trigger an anxiety attack. It latches on to the center of the door with an ear-splitting “CLACK!” that makes me jump out of my skin.

As the mechanical arm starts to roll the door aside, I receive an alert on my Pip-Boy. It’s another message from the Overseer. [There’s one more thing I forgot to mention.] he informs me. [While I was analyzing the rumors that I heard about this group, the four names that I heard the most were Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and Steven. When you find one of those people, message me back.]

Armed with this new information, I reply [Understood. Heading out now.]

His response is quick: [Good luck, Miss Miller.]

[Thank you.] And then, finally, the Vault door opens. I shield my eyes from the blinding light and brace myself for my trip to the outside world.

#Fallout: Delmarva AU #Vault 26 #Angelica Miller #Vault-Tec #fallout #Steven Universe AU #SU AU

[psychicscavenger]

Sea Witch (Shance MerMay 2019)

another drabble for my series Making Waves and Turning Tides. Series was inspired by @justshance‘s Mermay prompts for 2019, written for @shancemermay and fellow shance and mermaid fans in general.

Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, some plot, conspiracy, pining, fairy tale elements, little mermaid elements, AU

After having to watch that disgusting display of emotions, Lotor sank into the depths of the abyss, welcoming the feeling of darkness as well as the increasing pressure allowing his gills to breathe in and out gently. The wonderful air flowing through and cleaning out the salty air from above surface left him feeling more relaxed but he was still on edge hoping his plan would work.

Lotor continued to swim down, the light from the surface fading away until he was swallowed up by the void, circling around him with only his senses to guide him past other mers who lingered around the abyss, usually nowhere to go with other unsavory creatures who liked to lurk in the deep. Lotor located his cave quickly, quietly slipping into the vast cavern, easily avoiding the fluttering cuttlefish his mother liked to experiment on. He cool called out a greeting towards the witch, sliding against a rock and parking himself there, unfurling his tentacles to stretch as the witch, his mother Honerva, approached.

"Lotor have you spoken with the fish noble's son?" A raspy voice called from behind the seaweed curtain. Lotor hummed, meticulously cleaning a tentacle sucker, making sure no remnants of fish scales were stuck underneath before casually replying, "Yes I have. The silly little brat took the deal and he's now off frolicking on the dry lands with the king. We'll be ruling this pathetic ocean soon Mother. That damned Queen Allura was a fool to reject me as a potential mate and to cast you from her palace with your talents! A true disgrace for a monarch in my opinion." Lotor huffed as his mother oozed from the shadows, pulling back the weeds to expose her curling tentacles floating around her as she glided over to her son.

"Just remember the plan. Once that noble gets a taste of what he wants, you'll draw him back and make him hold up his part of the deal. We need that trident if we want to take over the ocean." She spoke, every word punctuated harshly through the murky water Lotor would twitch every time she spoke.

"And what happens if he refuses or doesn't get a hold of it? Lance is divine looks wise but he's not all that brilliant upstairs." Lotor mocked snickering at the image of the mer earlier, acting all flustered and squeamish when the two humans approached him.

"That I'll leave to you dear son. Consider it a gift for helping me this far. It's taken years to find the right someone to help take down the queen but now I have high hopes that we'll be taking over not one but two kingdoms if all goes well." Honerva spoke heading over to a cavern rock that held some valuable objects to her. It was piled with bones, some mers, some regular fish. She even had a collection of shark teeth in a jar as well las several jars of glowing substances, Lotor would rather not ask what those were about.

Honerva pulled out a dusty broken mirror, so old it was rotted in the handle area, bits of algae and mold growing on the reflective portion which Honerva wiped away, repeating a few mumbled phrases unintelligible until the mirror glowed and soon Lotor was watching Lance in the mirror.

"This way we'll keep an eye on the boy, measure his progress with the humans." Honerva stated watching as Lance was currently having a battle with a few humans over the proper way to wear what the humans called pants. Lotor furrowed his brows watching the spectacle as he leaned back, crossing his arms with impatience.

"How long will this take do you think?" He asked getting annoyed upon seeing the human king enter the room and calmly remediating the situation, hands lingering upon Lance's waist with Lance flushing immediately.

"Not long, humans are easily predictable and are often like the very fish they hunt and eat. Place something shiny and new in front of them, and they'll snatch up the bait pretty easily." Honerva explained smirking upon seeing the matching blushing expressions between Lance and the human king.

"Sometimes too easily." She grinned.

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Lance wasn't normally materialistic, sure he was a mermaid, he hoarded a fair bit of treasure that many humans have dropped into the ocean, and he liked to keep his scales cleaner and shinier than his family or friends in the shoal, but compared to having a big, fluffy cushion all to himself, not having to share with his sisters, brothers, niece and nephew, he knew he could never go back to his old life.

"It's so big and bouncy! Beds are so cool!" He moaned, spreading his arms and legs over and over on the vast space, the long sleep shirt he was given rising up just a tad bit, exposing more and more of his upper thighs that had Shiro coughing and glancing away out of respect for his guest, and to keep himself in check.

"Yeah they are..also I just want you to know that you are welcome to stay here as long as you like even if you're finished recovering, I'm afraid to admit, but living on the far coast we don't see too many visitors." Shiro explained a small smile appearing on his face as Lance sat up tilting his head just so in that adorable curious way he's done all day.

"Do I get to use the bed still?" Lance asked which had Shiro chuckling. "Yes, you can use the bed as long as you want." Lance sighed happily flopping back over much to Shiro's amusement as Lance flipped over and snuggled into the sheets.

"Thank Goddess, I never want to leave ever again. You are my treasure now." Lance reached up patting a pillow as Shiro held back a giggle about to head out into the hall.

"If you need anything, I'm sure any of the kind people working here can attend to your needs, I'll be up as well as I'm not much of a sleeper, my rooms not too far down the hall. If you can't find someone, just come find me." Shiro stated turning to head out when Lance shot up, shouting "Wait!"

Shiro froze, unsure what was wrong until he suddenly found a sturdy presence pressing into his front side, arms wrapped around his middle and nearly hanging off of him(Lance still hadn't been able to get his legs to work properly like the humans, Shiro was currently in the process of finding the man a wheelchair to use in the meantime), his face pressed into Shiro's shirt, inhaling deeply as he spoke.

"Goodnight Shiro. I'm glad I met you, you were definetly worth it." Lance sighed happily unaware of the blushing flustered mess Shiro had become.

At first he wasn't sure what to say to something like that. It was definetly a little odd for a goodnight even if the man was very obviously appreciative of Shiro's hospitality, although it was expressed in such a strange way it had Shiro wanting to seek out answers to this puzzle.

But first, bed time.

Eventually, Shiro hugged him back, a little less tighter than Lance's but happy to return the affection in some way, whispering goodnight to Lance before gently coaxing him back to bed, maybe spending a bit too much time tucking him in but he reminded himself, or rather, tried to convince, that he was simply being extra cautious since the man was injured. They still haven't been able to get any solid information such as who he was or where he came from, but he was ultimately deemed not a threat and welcomed by the castle staff and guards alike.

All except for Keith that is.

Keith was friendly, in his own strange way. He obviously cared for others who mattered to him and Shiro's second-in-command for a reason.

His people skills..need work on the other hand.

Since Lance has been invited to the castle, Shiro had found the two bickering several times and Lance had only been there for four hours. Keith didn't trust strangers so easily and was incredibly suspicious of Lance, Shiro didn't really blame him either because Lance did some..very weird things. Like tonight's dinner fiasco.

As Shiro slipped away from Lance's bedroom, trying to get Lance's soft sleepy smile out of his head, he almost groaned at the memory of Lance's first dinner experience in the castle and how..not great it turned out. Apparently salad was too confusing of a dish to explain to Lance so he didn't eat it. The main course, some kind of lobster bisque, had insulted Lance, and in the end the only thing he liked was bread that he referred to as a beige sea sponge. Then Keith got involved...

"Shiro I need to talk to you." Shiro flinched, finding himself suddenly face to face with the very angry person he was thinking off.

"Good because I think we need to sign you up for more etiquette lessons." Shiro teased amused as Keith's face bloomed in embarrassment before he turned away huffing, with Shiro following.

"Lance started it, he was acting so weird! All I simply said was, the fork isn't to comb your hair and he yelled at me! He got mad because I wouldn't let him comb his hair with a fork Shiro, a fork, thats weird." Shiro sighed in response, understanding somewhat.

"Keith what you said was and I quote; 'Hey idiot, that's not how a fork works,' and glared at him until he stopped. I don't blame him for getting upset to be honest." Shiro shrugged it off, turning away towards his room when Keith jumped in front of him again.

"Still, how does someone his age not know how to use a fork? He looked like he had never seen one before Shiro! He's been looking at everything like that He got excited sitting in a chair Shiro. A chair. Don't you think that's a little suspicious at all? What if he's planning something?" Keith asked urgently to which Shiro sighed, aware that Keith tended to think towards the negative and conspiratorial side of things.

"Well, it's strange but I'm actually starting to guess the poor guy hit his head so hard he may have amnesia. It explain's why he can't remember how to use the most basic of human tasks. That or something really bad happened to him, we'll just have to find out and by doing that, he'll have to stay here, got it?" Shiro asked gently to which Keith nodded, obviously disgruntled with the idea.

"Fine but I don't like this." He griped trodding behind Shiro heading off towards his own room as Shiro just about closed his door, a few guards posted outside in case of any emergency.

"Okay MOM. Goodnight." Shiro held back a giggle when Keith made a face, waving him off as his version of 'goodnight' before Shiro shut his door getting ready for bed and a small part of him excited and intrigued to get to know his blue eyed guest.

#shance #shance mermay 2019 #lance is in love with beds #partcularly big beds he doesnt have to share #unless he wa ssharing with shiro of course