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@mermanhart

“Just because I agreed to come swimming with you doesn’t mean I still don’t approve of all...this.” Zion reminded Eli with a joking smile, flicking his tail as he rested his body against the edge of the pool. He wasn’t fond of swimming in pools - they were too confining and as a rather large man, he always felt constricted - but it had been ages since he’d swum with Eli and he’d missed his dear friend. He thought swimming to be quite the bonding activity and the fact that he’d had to confine his interactions with the other to his restrictive humanoid form was no good. 

Purple and blue scales shining in the fluorescent lighting, Zion couldn’t help but wonder what the chemicals would do to a merman given enough time. He knew humans (and other creatures who inhabited the land) treated their waters with all sorts of things he couldn’t pronounce and, personally, he didn’t trust it. Eli seemed to be fine and he’d been doing it for ages, but that didn’t mean the issue wasn’t on his mind on and off.

 “So...what do you do in here all day?” 

#ch-eli #int-eli #eli-002

[zionloveday]

always together meme.

send the following symbols in my inbox for our muses to do a variety of things together! if you do not see the symbol send the text! a few nsfw ones appear!

🛁 : our muses take bath together.

🚿 : our muses take a shower together.

🎳 : our muses go bowling together.

🐨 : our muses go to a zoo together.

🍻 : our muses go to oktoberfest together.

🍕 : our muses make pizza together

☕ : our muses go to a french café together.

🍱 : our muses eat bento lunch together.

🌊 : our muses go surfing together.

🐴 : our muses to horse riding together.

🐩 : our muses go to a dog show together.

💃 : our muses dance tango/flamenco together.

🍔 : our muses order fast food together.

🌳 : our muses go to a forest together.

🌵 : our muses go to a desert together.

⛄ : our muses make a snowman together.

💀 : our muses die together.

🌍 : our muses travel around the world together.

🌋 : our muses go see a volcano together.

🎣 : our muses go fishing together.

⚽ : our muses play football together.

⛳ : our muses go golfing together.

🏊 : our muses go swimming together.

🏀 : our muses play basketball together.

🐪 : our muses ride a camel together.

🏁 : our muses drive f1 cars together.

🏂 : our muses go snowboarding together.

🏃 : our muses go jogging together.

🚔 : our muses sit in a police car together.

🚑 : our muses lay down in an ambulance together.

🚕 : our muses sit in a taxi together.

💒 : our muses get married together.

🎃 : our muses carve a pumpkin together.

🎄 : our muses spend christmas together.

🎂 : our muses spend their birthday together.

🎆 : our muses spend the new years eve together.

📱 : our muses make a fake phone call together.

🎡 : our muses go to a funfair together.

🎪 : our muses go to a circus together.

🎬 : our muses film a movie together.

🎮: our muses play console games together.

🀄 : our muses play mahjong together.

📺 : our muses watch tv together.

📼 : our muses watch vhs videos together.

🎤 : our muses sing together.

🎹 : our muses play piano together.

🚯 : our muses litter together

🔞 : our muses have sex together.

❓ : you choose!

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mermanhart‌:

“I’ve lived with swimming in a bowl for near two centuries…” he murmured, moving his hand from the other’s shirt to clutch Zion’s hand. Most people probably wouldn’t have suspected that Zion was the older one, but Eli was spoiled and sheltered in ways. Despite the fact he was useless, people seemed to want to keep him around – and he wasn’t going to do much to ruin that.

“Alright…” He pressed his face to the other’s shoulder and sighed. “I’ll trust you then. What kinds of things are you gonna make?”

“Now you say that, but one of these days you’re gonna get tired of it and when you do - I’ll be there to tell you ‘I told you so.’” Zion replied, leaving their brief discourse at that. He didn’t understand how Eli could go so long with the same view of the same grey walls while still maintaining some level of sanity, but he supposed there were worse things he could spend his time doing. Humoring his friend, Zion allowed the other to lace their fingers together, used to the physicality of Eli’s affection. It was nice - familiar and comforting in the same way a childhood relic could be. 

“Glad to hear it,” he laughed.  “How does sushi sound?” 

#ch-eli #int-eli #eli-001

[zionloveday]

☜, ☞, ∀

☜ : Does your muse like to top? 

In short - yes. I’d classify him as enthusiastically versatile with no particular preference for either more than anything. He’s not picky about whether or not he tops or bottoms as long as his partner’s enjoying themselves and he gets to have sex. 

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Yeah. See above answer for further details. 

∀ : Your muse's favorite position?

He’s partial to doggy just because it’s simple yet effective, but again - he’s not super picky when it comes to sex. As long as everyone involved is having fun and he gets to get off, he’s down for most things. 

#ch-zion #about-zion #ask-zion #Anonymous

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NSFW Ask MEME

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?

☜ : Does your muse like to top?

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

∀ : Your muse's favorite position?

☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?

♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?

☯ : If you're comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don't do it; your blog, your rules ;3).

☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?

♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

#zion #about-zion #ask-zion

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It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

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mermanhart‌:

Grumbling at the other, he tugged his shirt over his head. “I don’t like the harbor,” he whispered, barely loud enough to be audible to the other merman. “I’m not being a goldfish. I just don’t like hearing people being murdered. Is that really so bad?” Sure, people should have known better than to go near the harbor, but Eli was also aware of how beautiful and seductive his fellow merman could be. Luring people really wasn’t that hard. 

Awkwardly, he grabbed hold of the other’s shirt and began to follow after him – almost like a child. “You promise there’s nothing funny in the food?” He had every right to be skeptical. 

“Keep telling yourself that, Eli. You’ll get tired of your bowl someday and when you do, I’ve got plenty of places besides the harbor you can go swim circles in.” He replied, rolling his eyes when Eli grabbed onto his shirt. Seriously, if he didn’t know any better he’d assume the guy was in his 20′s. A child. But no, the merman was only twenty years younger than he was and he still couldn’t deal with the harbor or the annoying screaming thing humans insisted on doing before they finally died. 

“Promise. I’m not going to trick you into eating something you don’t want to. I know how you feel about the humans and I’m not a big enough asshole to fuck with that.” He wasn’t. Zion may have been 100% on board with eating humans - they were delicious - but he prided himself on being a decent friend and friends generally didn’t deceive one another where things like morals were concerned. 

#ch-eli #int-eli #eli-001

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mewdamien‌:

Damien let out a small huff. The fish wasn’t wrong, he wasn’t doing anything too important. If anything, he was just kind of standing around at this point, and it wasn’t very fun at all. “Well, what do you want then?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. It wasn’t often that Damien went out of his way to interact with other species but he wasn’t going out of his way to ignore them, either.

“Isn’t it obvious, shifter? Your company.” Zion replied, shoving his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans. Truth be told, he’d been looking for his sous chef when he’d come across Damien - the slimy bastard deciding to cut work again to do whatever the hell it was he did with his free time. He’d been having no real luck and the shifter was both handsome and intriguing so his priorities had shifted - if his sous chef wanted to slack off, Zion would let him, he had kitties to play with. 

“You look like you could use my company as well, am I wrong?” 

#ch-damien #int-damien #damien-001

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kaspenxcoyne‌:

“Oh.” The syllable fell from his lips in surprise before he truly had a moment to garner the situation. This was most definitely not the address he was supposed to be at. Somewhere in the city was a grieving family but not here. “Oh.” The polite, empathetic look fell from his face too, replaced with mild surprise. He looked at the man - quite large and quite handsome, and also, more importantly, vaguely scaled. Kaspen burst into uncontrolled laughter. A rare occurrence but the circumstances earned it.

“You want me, a mere human, to join you for dinner?” he asked, making sure he heard correctly. He leaned against the doorway, dropping the flowers to his side, an amused smirk settling on his face. “I may not be as old as some of your species but I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“Presumptuous of you to assume I’d rather eat you instead of the fish I just spent the last hour and a half preparing,” Zion replied, smiling despite himself. He didn’t like being laughed at, but the human had quite the contagious one and he’d never been the type to deny himself a good chuckle. It was nice to know there was still some kind of challenge out there, he was tired of naive little humans who were blinded by his pretty smile and flirtatious words. The lack of self-preservation in some was surprising - how could a human live in a word such as theirs and still remain so naive? 

“The offer still stands, I could use the company - even if you are just a human. I’ve found you all can be pretty entertaining when you try hard enough. Plus, I need feedback on my newest take on traditional Mediterranean, and I’m under the impression your kind has tastebuds do they not?” 

#ch-kaspen #int-kaspen #kaspen-001 #//sorry this is trash

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jack-lazer‌:

“Hey — you. Wanna see a magic trick?” Jack flashed his eyebrows before putting his hands behind his back, focusing his gaze on the vodka & soda in front of him. A few seconds passed with nothing happening before the glass began moving by itself, raising up off the bar and towards Jack’s mouth; and right as it looked like everything was going smoothly, the man dropped the glass instead, dousing himself with alcohol.

“Fuck!” He stood quickly, grabbing napkins to dab the liquid from his shirt, and then turned his eyes back to the man he was trying to impress. “Okay, uh, well, uh – I mean, uh, it usually works. Swear on my life.” He shook his head and forced a laugh. “If you wanna just, like, forget that ever happened, I’m totally down.”

“Go ahead,” Zion simply raised an eyebrow at the kid, curious as to what he was so keen to share with the world. He’d finished his bourbon a few moments earlier so he had a few minutes to kill before the bartender got back to him. 

Things went south almost immediately, alcohol was spilled and the little witch took the brunt of it - a few drops splashing onto Zion’s jeans but nothing he could really give a damn about. The merman couldn’t keep the amused smile off his face, but he did grab a few napkins from the stack beside him to help remedy the situation as quickly as possible. The whole disaster was endearing in an overeager puppy kind of way so he decided he wouldn’t give him too much grief about it. The kid had succeeded in one thing, though - getting his attention. It didn’t normally take dumping alcohol all over oneself to do so, but it was certainly one way to go about things. 

“Sure. I’ll make you a deal, kid. I’ll forget everything if you answer one question.” 

O P E N//

#ch-jack #int-jack #jack-001

[zionloveday]

Pulling up and securing his jeans around his waist, Zion sighed, the warm ocean breeze playing with his damp hair. He loved his family, he loved visiting them in the harbor and ridding himself of his more restrictive humanoid figure, but his father could be a bit of an ass. Ever since he’d started working as the head chef for Silver Fin, his father had been on him about getting the family a steady supply of human meat for a discounted price. It wasn’t as if Zion had any issues with eating humans - they were delicious and annoying - but he wasn’t about to risk his new position for an arm and a leg. 

Once he’d finally gotten his jeans to sit right over his damp skin and smooth scales, Zion noticed the presence of someone else a few yards away. They didn’t seem intent on hurting him or anything, but it made his skin prickle anyway. 

“You here to swim or because you have no sense of self-preservation?” 

#invictusstart

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mermanhart‌:

“But I like the pool…” Why was everyone so critical of what he liked to do? He was just taking a nap. Besides, leaving the tower never ended well for Eli anyways. He caught his towel and pants, placing them on a dry area before pushing himself out of the water. He placed a towel around his waist before his tail suddenly became a pair of legs, and then wiggled his pants on – trying hard not to flash the other merman with any of his lower parts.

When his pants were on, he put his towel over his head and went to grab his shirt. “I’m assuming you have an idea of what you want to do?”

“I know, you don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. Do what you want with your life, but today you’re not spending it like a goldfish.” Averting his eyes to his mobile phone, Zion let Eli get dressed privately, well - as privately as he could get while staying in the room. The gentle merman tended to be a bit self-conscious about getting changed in front of people no matter how many times he had to do it. Personally, Zion had no problem with it, but he respected his friend enough to give practice some kind of discretion. “I don’t know how you can stand it, swimming around in circles while the chlorine burns at your gills. I’d go crazy.” 

Locking his phone and tucking it back into his pocket, Zion shrugged, having no solid idea about what he wanted to do with himself after dragging Eli off to eat lunch. “Not really, I figured we’d work it out while we eat. C’mon, I’m trying out a few new dishes before I have to prepare them for work. No human, I promise. Just plain old sushi.” 

#ch-eli #int-eli #eli-001

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#ch-zion #insp-zion #about-zion #muse-zion

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kaspenxcoyne‌:

Kaspen picked out a bouquet of white roses - his standard. He didn’t know where or why white flowers became related with sympathy but he liked their crisp, clean look. It was the opposite of the dread he saw in most of his client’s eyes. He normally didn’t deliver flowers himself - but this client was filthy rich from what he been told and he’d rather talk about the funeral plans in person. He double checked the address one of his assistant’s had written down and the numbers of the dwelling in front of him. It didn’t look like the home of someone extremely wealthy, but he knew better than to take things on face value. It was a man who died, he was sure he’d hear more details about his life than he’d like. But he was practiced at his job, he knew when to look impressed and when to look mournful. He composed his expression into one of gentle sorrowfulness. He didn’t know the man who had died, but they were important to someone. It wasn’t that he was completely apathetic to anyone’s death, but allowing him to care about every one would leave him drained. He knocked on the door, flowers in hand.

“Hello. I’m Kaspen Coyne, I just wanted to touch base with you and tell you how sorry I am for your loss.”

Zion was in the midst of preparing himself a nice dinner when he heard a knock at the door. It wasn’t too strange an occurrence, he was a busy man and he knew more people than he could ever care about, but it wasn’t as if he was expecting anyone this time of night. Curious, the merman shut of his stovetop and set his spatula on the cutting board, heading for the door and pulling it open without a second thought. 

A stranger’s face greeted him - a human stranger, to be more specific - this one holding a bouquet of flowers and offering him an apology for some loss he’d taken. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. A charming smile spreading across his face, Zion tucked his hands into the pockets of his bright pink apron, excited to see how easily he could lure this human inside. “Well, Kaspen, as much as I like handsome men with flowers showing up at my doorstep, I believe you’ve got the wrong house. It’s been at least thirty years since I’ve lost anyone noteworthy. You're still free to come in if you want? I’m just about to eat dinner and I’ve always got extra.” 

#ch-kaspen #int-kaspen #kaspen-001

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mermanhart‌:

It was amazing that Eli hadn’t been disowned by the majority of mermaids working for The Conclave. After all, he was certainly the black sheep. Instead, there were quite a few mermen who seemed to look out for him instead – despite the fact that they fell under typical merman status. And Zion was one of them. As he stared up at the other blonde groggily, a small whining noise left him. 

“Can you get me my towel and pants from over there?” He nodded towards the chair that held the items. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with the transformation in front of others otherwise. No one needed to see his ass. “I don’t know why you think you need to save me though…”

“Because you’re wasting your life away cooped up in a swimming pool when you could be out there doing...literally anything else. Hell, we could go watch paint dry for all I care, we just need to get you out of here.” Zion tossed Eli his towel and pants as he talked, the deep purple and blue scales than ran up his forearms glinting in the artificial light. 

There was probably no point in actually getting Eli out of his tower and into the world of the living, but at the very least he could catch up with his friend and force him to taste test a few new recipes (all fish, of course, Silver Fin didn’t officially serve human.) Zion took pleasure in preparing high-end food, even more so when he prepared it for those he cared about, and he figured Eli could use a good meal after living off that disgusting meat curated by humans for so long. 

#ch-eli #int-eli #eli-001

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mewdamien‌:

“You’re not amusing,” The shifter said, trying to hide a smile. The other was being a little obnoxious but in a mildly-cute way. “Why are you coming to distract me when I’m trying to do my job?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And you’re a pleasure to be around, let’s not lie to ourselves,” Zion smirked, rolling his eyes at the shifter’s resistance. His shift didn’t start until the late evening, which meant only trouble for the more attractive members of society. Sure, he usually used his charms to lure dumb little humans to their death, but that didn’t mean he didn’t use it for other reasons on occasion. A merman had his needs and fucking with hot shifters happened to be one of his. 

“Why not? You don’t seem to be doing anything too important.” 

#ch-damien #int-damien #damien-001

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mermanhart‌:

Elijah had fallen asleep at the bottom of the pool in the tower. It was one of the only places with water he felt comfortable being, especially considering the harbor meant witnessing people get torn to shreds – which wasn’t really the gentle merman’s thing. The only thing that had finally woken him up was the feeling that someone was staring at him. Floating back to the top of the water, he rubbed at his eyes and splashed his orange and blue tail. “What…?” he asked groggily.

Locating Eli had been a piece of cake, the gentle merman rarely ventured outside of his two favorite locations - the tower and his apartment, the harder part of Zion’s endeavor would be coaxing the little shit out of hiding. It was a pain in the ass, being friends with Eli. Sure, he was a wonderful guy and he had a face that gave the Greek gods a run for their money, but he liked to pretend he had nothing to do with the rest of his kind just because they could get a bit violent every now and again. In any case, Zion had been suckered into actually liking Eli and therefore he had to suck it up and suffer the consequences if he ever wanted to see those dumb puppy dog eyes ever again. 

 “Why hello to you too, Sunshine. Get out, I’ve come to save you from yourself.” A cheeky grin spread across his handsome face, Zion shoved his hands in his pockets waiting for the other to get his scaley ass in gear and dry off. 

#ch-eli #int-eli #eli-001