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shealynn88 · 1 year
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A microfic for yesterday’s @drarrymicrofic prompt thalassophile:
Harry hasn’t set foot on land for three months when he gets his first sighting. It’s just a flash of pale, a slither of green, a glitter of silver, and then the same bright shift of wave after rolling wave.
He isn’t looking for anything, really. Just quiet. Just…himself. What he is, outside the constant crush of trying to please everyone.
What he learns is that the stubbornness of needing answers is his own. Innate. Because he scans for that foreign shape constantly. Hoists the sail and follows brief flashes like his life depends on it.
The creature leads him on a merry chase, works him into a froth of instinct, of frustration, until one afternoon he dives over the side and swims down, down, and looks for that huge tail fin and those coils of green that have been taunting him.
And when he finally sees it, he chases. No gillyweed, no spells for fins or breathing. Just his recklessness, honed to a point.
His vision goes dark around the edges and his lungs strain. By the time he realizes he’s in trouble, it’s too late.
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“You’re even stupider than I remember,” says a posh, insolent voice. He’d know that voice anywhere.
Harry aches all over. “Malfoy?” he croaks. The wood under his fingers is familiar, warm and worn smooth. The rock and creak of his little sailboat, too. “Fuck,” he says, looking around.
He’s lying next to Harry and looking characteristically annoyed. Pale hair hangs in a wet curtain over his shoulders. He is pale skin and gills just inside the divot of his collarbone, and a light sprinkling of scales like freckles across his shoulders and chest.
“It’s really you. They said…they said you died.”
Malfoy sneers. “Of course they did. Flushed me like a goldfish when they were done, didn’t they?” He shakes his head. “I’ll leave you be. Don’t be an idiot, all right? I thought I’d spice up your little expedition—you look awful, by the way—and instead of giving polite chase you nearly drowned yourself. Idiot. Well, now you know who and what I am and we can both move on.”
“Wait!”
Malfoy turns back and flashes him a sharp smile. Literally—his teeth are curved and pointed. “What on earth could you want now?”
“Just…stay. For a bit. Just…just until I catch my breath.”
“Why on earth would you want that?”
Harry has no idea. “Well, we’re not enemies anymore, are we? I haven’t spoken to anyone in months. Have you?”
Malfoy’s mouth turns down in disgust. “No, Potter. I haven’t exactly had the occasion.”
“Well, now you do. Stay.”
Draco looks reluctant and closed off, like he’s waiting for a punchline.
“Please,” Harry adds quietly.
“Fine. Just let me…” Draco shifts and squirms, and Harry sees the long coils of his tail, more like a serpent than a fish, roil and undulate until they finally come to rest under him, allowing him to sit up.
Harry levers himself up as well and looks Draco over, the glitter of scales, the beautiful veil and vein of his tail fin, the long muscular coils of his tail. He’s beautiful.
“Well?” Draco says irritably. “Talk, then.”
And Harry laughs, incredulous and full of joy and feeling no need whatsoever to live up to anything.
The endless sea rocks under them as Harry talks, and the pinched look on Draco’s face smoothes into something cautiously hopeful.
Harry finds pieces of himself there, at sea, in Draco’s curious expression and the roll of the waves and the slow lift of a weight he hadn’t known he was carrying.
“Where do you want to go from here?” he asks Draco as the sun sets.
“Wherever the sea takes us, I suppose,” Draco says with an unconcerned shrug.
Harry smiles and nods, turning his face into the wind.
Us, the waves repeat, lapping against the boat.
Us.
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itsphantasmagoria · 8 days
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The Harry-based Harlequill novels from chapter 2 of Follies of an Ornamental Hermit by @mallstars still have me cackling
(Read Follies here!)
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vestige-nan · 1 year
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My Wild Assumption of You Based on the ESO Boy You Crush On
Some of these make sense, some are just nonsensical but the vibe fits. If your boy didn’t make it on the list, I’ll make a part 2. 
Darien: You like solid and safe classics, like true vanilla ice cream or black evening gowns.
Razum-Dar: Warrior Cats kid. Or you're a fan of the “there’s only one bed between you and your hot, infuriating bodyguard” trope. Either way, you used to read a lot, but you don’t much anymore.
Sai Sahan: You’re wild for the childhood friends to unrequited love to mutual pining to lovers trope. You also like the “one bed vs you and your bodyguard” trope, but you still read a lot.
Abnur Tharn: Sarcasm, wit, and merited arrogance goes a long way with you. You like to argue, and you don’t mind losing an argument.
King Kurog: No, you can’t fix him. Yes, we all wish we could. You probably saw those cartoons/shows as a kid where someone chains themselves to a tree to save the forest from becoming a parking lot or something and you decided you were going to do that specific thing. It hasn’t happened yet.
Chief Bazrag: You’re a people pleaser. The harder they are to please, the more satisfying when you win them over. You also want to be held, and honestly you deserve to be held.
Sotha Sil: You’re desperate to be the one person the unattainable and emotionally unavailable sad boy opens up to. You needed more attention growing up.
Vivec: You might’ve been a theater kid, but you were definitely involved in some wild theater kid scandal.
Divayth Fyr: You’re the same as the Tharn lovers, but you either played Morrowind first or you think mer are prettier than men (you’re right).
Ashur: Naryu was your type, but you weren’t attracted to women enough to crush on her. Or you’re crushing on both and hoping for two-for-one Morag Tong business deal.
Leythen: You like watching drama unfold like in telenovelas. You probably don’t start it, but you’re quick to grab the popcorn when you see it. You wanted to be privy of the Vivec lovers’ theater kid scandal, but you weren’t in the right crowd. You’re also a sucker for a good redemption arc.
Fennorian: You’re under 18 and you aren’t over Twilight.
Verandis Ravenwatch: You’re over 28 and you aren’t over Interview with a Vampire.
Rada al-Saran: You’re the best of the vampire lovers on this list. You're either the sweetest, softest flower angel or you’re so hardcore, you could eat glass and not break a sweat.
Mannimarco: You had a casual Harry Potter phase and wanted to date Draco Malfoy. Or his dad.
Vanus Galerion: You had a violent Harry Potter phase and read all the books and the extra books and saw all the movies and knew all the best fanfictions and knew all the lore and the magic system and you wanted to be a wizard so bad you look out your window every moment wishing waiting wanting for your letter you look at every owl with hope and every rat with skepticism-
Za’ji: Warrior Cats kid. Or you’re probably a huge Disney fan and have been to Disney Land/World more than once. Your favorite Disney movie is probably one of the 90s ones.
Nahfahlaar: Eragon kid. Or his voice reverberated in your soul <3. You probably like the “I hate everyone but you” trope. You also probably wanted to redeem Alduin, or at least join him.
Any of the Daedric Princes: You saw the red flags, but red is your favorite color.
Rigurt the Brash: To say you like himbos is a given, but I also think you’re the type to break too easily when someone gives you puppy-dog eyes.
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alamogirl80 · 1 year
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More Draco Wooley and Shark Mer Slash.
Also drawing a shark’s caudal fin out of the water and on land is very hard. Not supported by water, a large caudal fin would probably flop this way and that… and that’s flippin hard to draw.
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ask-sibverse · 2 months
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Can you tell us about any important bitties in Sibverse other than Assistant?
Sooooo the bitties actually end up in the castle because Nova and the "mini gang" end up rescuing a bunch. Then they rescue some more. Then a mysterious bitty the castle bitties revere as the "Savior" start rescuing more. All in all the castle has several hundred bitties who can be divided by who, if anyone, they want to protect.
The first group are the "Nova Loyalists," who obviously do their best to look after Nova, his friends, and Star. They are led by an Error bitty named Draco.
Then you have the "Nox Loyalists," who assist Nox however they can. Their biggest jobs are spying for him, helping other groups (mainly the kitchen bitties), and dealing with pests in the bitty-sized tunnels the bitties ended up creating to navigate the castle. They are led by Captain, a Baby Blue bitty type. Another notable member is Goop, a corrupted Nightmare type with a crush on Draco
The kitchen bitties have no actual leader, but are important for making sure everyone is fed.
Then there are the garden bitties and "raider" bitties. The garden bitties live in a garden/park Daisy and Reve set up outside the castle. This is where you find the lamia, bird, and some mer bitties, along with any other bitties who don't want to stay indoors. "Raider" bitties are those who have rejected any desires for cooperation and harass and steal from other bitties.
The final "main" group is the Sanctuary. Run by Fang (Edgy type) and Cookie (Baby Blue type) and assisted by Hood (Dust based) and Tiny (absolutely massive Horror-based). In colony or group bitty settings, bitty parents will sometimes "reject" or abandon bitty children who are too different or mutated. Sanctuary takes in these kids in hopes of them someday finding a loving home, or at least raising them to adulthood.
Important bitties without a group are Ursa (an Outer based bitty who is Assistant's friend and crush), Isha (a female Ink bitty who is a healer and an explicitly neutral party), Teacher (a human bitty who's creation is Major Spoilers) and her companion Arachne (eeeeeverything about him is Spoilers) and her adopted child, Charcoal (an Ink/Dream mix)
Others particularly important to the bitties are Jūi, a swap!Chara who is the leading bitty expert and "doctor", and Flannel, a floral!Sans (flannel is also a type of flower) who is a therapist to both bitties and humans
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larisisig · 2 years
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idk who to ship harry with in a Mer!Harry fanfiction I'm writing. It's fem!harry , idk who to choose. whoever sees this pls help me
a few details: This is 4th year, non-hostile slytherins but on guard and not so friendly, no bashing maybe slight dumbledore, planning to turn it to severitus,
Help me choose here's the list!
George
Draco
Cedric
OMC
Theo
I'm not sure about turning fem!harry lesbian or aro :/. It just doesn't feel right to do in this fanfic.
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siiinfully · 9 months
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for @kingdom-of-vanity's l.ucius from nerissa verse: wi.zarding w.ar
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She thought that being with Draco meant she would be able to see color. However, her world remained in black and white, just like his was. It almost made them break up before they even began, but she suggested they wait it out and maybe Fate would change its mind. At the very least, neither of them would be lonely until their respective soulmates came along. It was during the summer between their sixth and seventh year that war fully broke out, and since her family was in another continent at the time, she ended up being invited to his home until her parents could come get her.
Nerissa wasn’t exactly as pureblood as Draco, but through her witch mother, she could trace her lineage back to the Selwyns, and through her pureblood merman father, she had veela blood and mer-royal blood. A bit loaded for a half-blood, but her parents chose for her when they decided to marry and start a family. Still, she had heard of her boyfriend’s family and their views on the rest of magical society, and she was hoping they would at least be polite. She couldn’t fully enjoy the scenery as she followed Draco up the front steps and into the living room, which had tall windows and a massive fireplace, near which several highbacked chairs were. Nerissa glimpsed the silver head of a snake connected to a long cane, which was propped next to one of the chairs, but it wasn’t until she locked gazes with the blue-eyed male that rose from the chair that a sudden flood of color rushed through her surroundings, stunning her for a good several minutes.
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aceveria-art · 3 years
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happy mermay to @pauleonotis’ siren!draco & pirate!harry au specifically. i’m obsessed with everything pau draws ok
this is also a thank you drawing for everyone who has supported me on ko-fi at some point since the last time i did one of these! i’m very behind schedule but thank you to @dewitty1, @samyistrying, adam, @pineau-noir, @caroll-in, @cambiodipolvere, pau, and ko-fi supporter💖 
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samyistrying · 4 years
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MerMay! Drarry MerMay ofc...
Tagging @pauleonotis ‘cause credits for the pointy ears XD 
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dreville · 4 years
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I somehow ended up watching a video with scenes from the movie Splash! which I loved when I was a kid.  I was thinking it would make a lovely fusion fic, but which of my ships?  It kind of seemed obvious it should be Draco and Neville, with Draco being the merman.  
Perhaps one day at Hogwarts, first year Neville finds himself drowning in the lake, being pulled down by a grindylow.  A merboy saves him, but is called away by his father, and Neville is pulled out of the water by Professor Sprout.  No one believes him that it was a merboy that rescued him, because the merfolk have a bad reputation.  Dumbledore believes him.
He always thinks of his encounter with the merboy.  Years later, he is Sprout’s apprentice, and on the last day of school for the year, he accidentally falls into the lake again.  He wakes up on the shore, and there is a mysterious man standing over him with eyes the same color as the lake during a storm.  Neville whispers, “Who are you?”  The merman looks down at the Hogwarts crest on Neville’s jumper and croaks, “Draco...”  Neville thinks he means that’s his name.  Draco kisses him, then runs away.  Neville passes out again before seeing that Draco’s going back into the water.
Neville goes off to London for the summer to spend time with his friends and work at a greenhouse that supplies the local apothecaries.  Draco finds out he’s gone to London, and swims down to the Thames and climbs out, seen by a muggle before he transforms his tail to legs.  The muggle becomes obsessed with finding him again. Meanwhile Draco finds Neville and they fall in love, with Draco hiding his true form from Neville.  
Eventually the muggle finds Draco, and reveals his true form in front of a crowd of London muggles.  He’s captured and examined by muggle scientists.  For some reason the MoM wash their hands of him, Neville’s friend Harry thinks it’s because someone in the Ministry hates merfolk, considering them dangerous (shades of how they were with Buckbeak).  So Neville and his friends stage a breakout.  
They rescue Draco, but they are chased and eventually cornered.  Draco dives into the Thames to make his escape. Neville can’t bear to let him go, so he dives in after him. Draco reveals that Neville can breath underwater as long as they are together.  Neville is fine with living the rest of his life that way, since there’s just as many plants in the sea as on land. They eventually end up back at the lake at Hogwarts.
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merinelsa · 3 years
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Honestly I can't really understand why so many people used to hate Ron but I guess the thing about some fandom especially the book ones is that so many crucial things get overlooked while you're reading a long book.
Like Hermione fans go around calling Ron abusive while all he did was getting jealous and angry a couple of times while Hermione went around setting people's clothes on fire for distraction, turning people into bugs and trapping them, scarring people's face permanently for DA and cutting people's flesh with birds. Like I don't think Hermione is abusive or anything and well assault is not as serious in the Wizarding world but if we're gonna judge, Ron is not the worse of the two.
Also there's the fact that Dramione fans thought Draco was so smart (book smart like Hermione) while there was parts in the books where it suggests the opposite and there's the fact he literally got 3 owls?
Okay this feels so much like the kurtbastian/anti-blaine/obnoxious Kurt stans over here. Like calling Blaine ab*sive and toxic while coddling Kurt as if he's a perfect angel who is violated by Blaine when it couldn't be as far from the truth as possible. And glossing over the not so perfect side of kurt. And calling Kurtbastian the pinnacle of romance
God, I thought these people only existed in the glee Fandom, but now I can see these senseless fans are everywhere.
I've not read hp in a long while so I have quite a hazy memory but as far as I can remember Ron was jealous and wrong at times but he was also the one who felt guilty and apologized for things he did while Hermione was jealous too ( the whole lavender brown thing) and even tried to harm Ron but since she's the strong can do no wrong character, she's praised in the fandom ( this is in no way me trying to be anti Hermione cause I do really love her ( just like I do with Kurt))
And how can anyone call Draco smart, he's only ever acted on impulse and the only part where I found him interesting was in the half blood prince. But I guess the fandom wants to make the villainous white character to be someone special ( just like people do with Sébastien)
And people are too invested in the movies that they forget that Ron was stripped of all his great character traits in the movies and that book Ron was smart enough to always stick by Harry and help him in his missions.
And I'm a Romione shipper so I truly don't understand how people can even remotely like dramione (or drarry for that matter) but people do the same thing with Kurtbastian so I'm not really surprised.
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dalashas · 3 years
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Siren headcanon (Harry Potter)
A siren was originally the hybrid of a veela and a merperson.
They are usually defined by beautiful features from their veela side and a beautiful singing voice from their merfolk side, though they are known to be able to sing above water, and use their veela allure through song rather than dance.
Merfolk/veela features: Sirens are depicted in muggle lore as either having avian/reptilian features similar to veela, as well as other depictions of fishlike features. In truth, both options are possible depending if the siren in question has taken more after their merperson or veela ancestor.
Fire/water: veela are known for fire magic, while merpeople are know for water magic. Sirens can have anyone affinity for one, both or neither of these elements.
A first generation siren has mer and veela parents, but sirens can mate with witches and wizards. The likelihood of children from such a match being sirens diminishes with each subsequent generation of human blood, but the gift is known to show up every so often.
First generation sirens have been implicated in many myths and legends about drawing sailors to a messy death with their beautiful voices and powers over the ocean, though the true culprits in these stories may be merfolk or veela too, as well as many other beings and creatures who like to crash human ships.
Mer-sirens: these individuals most likely have an affinity for water magic, and a lower chance for fire affinity. Some can transform their lower halves into a mer-tail when submerged, while others may develop fishlike traits like scales, eyes, webbed digits, or sharp teeth. Mer-characteristics do not tend to persist above water. Waterbreathing is present in the vast majority of mer-sirens. Mer-sirens are resistant to cold.
Veela-sirens: veela sirens show a higher chance for fire affinity. Some can transform themselves wings during periods of great emotion, and some can grow beaks, talons or reptilian scales along their arms and legs. Allure is often stronger in veela-sirens, and they are resistant to heat.
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artearts · 4 years
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So yall remember that piece I started in may right, well I just finished it oop 
Please don’t repost, claim, or use my art without credit!
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argenteuscorvus · 6 years
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❝I guess that, when your life is at risk, you end up feeling only what makes you survive. Like selfishness, indiference or fear.
Don’t ask me why, but after twenty-six years of total apathy to someone else’s suffering, she made me feel compassionate towards something that couldn’t even be seen. Maybe it was her bloody tongue, which trembled like never before; or her eyes, uncapable of focusing for more than one second. Maybe it was that unbearable nervous laugh, which clucked everytime something got out of her control; or how she made her ring spin, non-stop. Like it was too big or too heavy. Like it didn’t belong there.❞
Extract from Chaos, written by Ilisia Brongar.
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artcake · 3 years
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Mer! ❣️❣️ Another one!!! 🙈🙈
If possible, Harry Potter fandom dramione? Like draco and Hermione sitting together tracing their scars? Like his dark mark and her mudblood tattoo from the movie? Just something about accepting their past and still loving each other?
I loveee you! Also, no pressure if it's not possible!! ❣️
Ray I made it sad on accident I'm
But man this took me BACK dramione was one of my first ships and now I want to go find good HP fix it fic
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real-jane · 2 years
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He Shouldn’t, But He Does
[draco x hermione] ▪️ summary: hermione has cold feet. draco sends a note. ▪️ warnings: fluff!
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“There’s a note for you, dear.” Molly set the envelope on her vanity. Hermione stared out the window but she nodded faintly. People milled about on the cobblestones below, moving flowers, plates of food, exchanging baskets and setting the stage for what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She glanced at the clock. The hands seemed to freely float around the face.
She wanted to vomit.
This didn’t feel happy. It felt like a pageant for the things that their relationship had wrought. Capped with a massive cake and a mashed potato bar. A signature cocktail. A choreographed first dance. For what?
His parents hated her.
Hated. They had tried to get along, but all it took was one dinner eight years ago to know that they would never be her fan. It had hurt him. They way they rejected her outright… he had met with them privately several times afterwards, in fact. But they wouldn’t budge. Perhaps it was because she called Lucius a “facist nazi-sypathizing mer-man” after he insinuted that she was a man-hating slag. Draco took her side. He cut them out of his life. They cut him out of their will, and cut off his inheritance. He stuck by her. He was smart with his money, and she had her practice, so they were fine. They weren’t rich, but they didn’t hurt for basic comforts. The last week of the month they usually subsisted on a menu based entirely around ramen, but it didn’t matter. They had a tender thing.
When he had finally proposed, after eight years of dating and three trying to just talk to her about marriage, and Hermione staunchly insisting that nobody was crazy enough to bind themselves to her contractually for the rest of their lives, she had said “you’re bloody joking” and then burst into tears. It had taken about twenty minutes for him to calm her down enough to convince her that he wasn’t kidding, that he loved her, and that he thought she was beautiful with snot running down her face. And that ring. No diamonds. Just one emerald, and a silver band. Her fingertips worried the perfect ring.
Why did she feel like she was ruining his life?
In a white dress. In a veil. With two hundred guests waiting to watch him make the biggest mistake of his life. Saddling himself with a ball and chain with forty-one inch hips and an anxiety disorder. He loved her hips. He worshipped them. And, to his credit, he always cradled her when she had a panic.
Hermione gasped and bolted for the door. She had to stop this, call it off--run away. Convince him not to ruin himself with her. He was too good. Too dedicated. She reached for the doorknob… locked. She pounded on the door.
“...hello?” Molly answered from the other side. “Yes, dear?”
“Why is my door locked?” Hermione shouted, kicking at the base of the door.
“Read the note!”
“What?” Hermione huffed. The door wouldn’t budge. She had no tools. Normally she had her multi-tool, but it was packed away in her purse, in their suitcases for the honeymoon, which were at the hotel, where Draco was getting ready with his groomsmen. Couldn’t even pick the lock. Or take the door off its hinges.
“Read the letter, Hermione. It’s on your vanity.”
She snatched up the blue envelope, ripping the paper in desperation. There was a card inside, with two birds sitting on a wire printed on the front. One wore a top hat. She opened the card and huffed. His neat cursive filled the page.
Dearest,
Take a deep breath.
I love you.
I know you’re freaking out right now… you do that. I love that about you. You care so much about the way other people feel that you take it upon yourself to make their lives better, but today? Hermione, this party is for you. So no running, okay? You can’t change my mind. I’m in this for the long-haul. There’s nothing else for it. You have to marry me, or I won’t shut up about it.
You are the sun. Everything in my life revolves around the life I have built with you. You are midnight. You are the first rain of spring. Things happen because you give them purpose. You give me purpose. You are my family. And I know this because you still love me even when I’m a total arse. You don’t always like me, but you always give me a chance to explain myself. That’s what family does. What else could I want?
Which is why, you’re going to take another deep breath. You’re going to put your shoulders down. You’re going to knock on the door three times and then Mrs. Weasley will unlock it, take your arm, and lead you down the stairs. When you walk down the aisle, I’ll be waiting at the end of it. I’ll always wait for you, Hermione Granger.
Love,
Draco
Her hand raised slightly and paused, hovering over the white-stained birch. She knocked three even times. The lock slid back in the mechanism, and Molly opened the door. She smiled.
“He knows you.”
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