mermaid y

Don’t they understand I deserve the best?
And I’ll do what I want, I’ll do what I please
I’ll do it again till I got what I need

Since I’m trying to do.. a daily doodle thing so i can make sure i don’t fall off the wagon, i spent this evening drawing a male Au Ra version of Numei also so I don’t get tempted to fant but honestly this just made it worse. Since Mei is originally Nergui Ejinn, I wanted to give a sort of mermaid-y feel with their horn decorations so I was spending a while staring at etsy mermaid crowns like a doofus. they wear a crown of vines as a nod to Mei’s lover Arelian Atiyeh, who’s druid arm’s vines like to react to Mei. Each time the Symbiote changes Mei, they get a bit more monstrous each time. In male Ra case, there’s more horns coming out of them.

i also wanted to say thank you to everyone’s kind tags ( i tried to read most of them! ) you guys are giving me a sort of encouragement to keep trying to get back into art.

twitter

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: twitter war/their love story (told through twitter tho)

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing?

words: 1,528

a/n: bc i fell in love with hamilbye’s chicken nugget fic (no like seriously it’s the cutest thing i’ve read in my entire life this isn’t even half as good but i hope you like it anyways :)



February 22, 2016 - 7:40 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

I don’t understand how people can be so narrow-minded. The world is your oyster. Be open to different interpretations and explanations.

@Y/N:

Got berated by some dude with a ponytail today because I asked why Alexander Hamilton was on the $10

@Y/N:

But thank u for the history lesson. I thought he was our fourth president

@Y/N:

I’m not sure how I passed APUSH


March 30, 2016 - 11:09 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

I just saw a video of @Y/N singing a Regina Spector song at a concert and I don’t think I’ve ever been more in love in my life

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N pls be on the mixtape

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel: i don’t know enough about “the first secretary of treasury who happens to be a badass” and 20 more minutes of things that disqualifies me from this but thx!!

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N *finger guns*


You snickered to yourself at this. It’s not like you were actually pissed or anything. And you couldn’t deny that his play was amazing. He just was a little extra sometimes.


April 19, 2016 - 4:03 a.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

I’m tired someone help me

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel go to bed

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N wow1!!1!! Didn’t think of that one!!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel you asked for help :)

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N how can I repay you for this great suggestion

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel an apology

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N what’d I do this time

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel for keeping me up

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N post notifs for bae?! <3 luv u

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel you wish. i’m writing new music about the “narrow-mindedness of some people”

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N what’s it called? “I got a 2 on the APUSH exam”?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I’m leaning more towards “I rhymed sun with son


April 22, 2016 - 5:55 p.m.

@Y/N:

I’m ordering chinese food and I need an honest opinion on the chicken: sweet or sour?

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N definitely sweet

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel wrong

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N IT’S AN OPINION


April 30, 2016 - 6:59 a.m.

@Lin_Miranda:

Thought I rode next to @Y/N on the subway this morning. It turned out to be a loud man

@Y/N:

Thought I saw @Lin_Miranda at the subway station yesterday. Turned out to be just a rat

@livelovelin:

@Y/N @Lin_Miranda this has progressed from silly flirting to relentless savagery and i’m concerned


May 1, 2016 - 12:09 p.m.

@hamiltonorsomething:

@Lin_Miranda what happened with u and @Y/N ?

@Lin_Miranda:

@hamiltonorsomething ask her!

@Y/N:

@hamiltonorsomething nothing he’s just annoying

@Lin_Miranda:

@Y/N @hamiltonorsomething I think you meant amazing, energetic, handsome, compassionate… shall I continue?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Miranda not unless you’re describing a dog

@hamiltonorsomething:

@Lin_Miranda @Y/N woOf


May 5, 2016 - 11:21 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

Found out @Y/N was at the show tonight. Care to explain?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel my best friend treated me with tickets for my birthday. It was her gag gift.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N did you thank her

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel yeah

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N is ur friend cute

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel yeah

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N am I cute

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel well…

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N :///////

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N did u like the show

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel yeah

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N did u get the flowers I sent to you office for your birthday

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel yeah :)

@hamforham:

@Lin_Miranda you bought @Y/N flowers??!!

@Lin_Miranda:

@hamforham @Y/N ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


May 23, 2016 - 7:03 a.m.

@Y/N:

I was doing a crossword puzzle and the clue was “snakelike fish” @Lin_Manuel any ideas? Three letters with an L…

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N sure! Are you positive it doesn’t happen to have the same about of letters as your name?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel, no. that was 4 down: long reigning queen.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I thought that was 8 across: savage

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel how do u go from asshole to friend in .00293 seconds

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N (it’s probably eel)


July 4, 2016 - 7:08 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

Bit of a crazy fourth.
My aunt: That’s your 3rd plate
My sister: That’s your 3rd husband 

@Y/N

@Lin_Manuel: I SCREAMED

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N sounds like you in bed!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel like you’d know that

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N um you have cooties…


August 8, 2016 - 5:09 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

I’m debating whether to wear the gold or the silver bow tie tonight. Gold is the color of winners, but silver is dashing.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel go with the silver and come second for a change

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N trust me, you’ll always come first in my heart

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N and literally

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I’m avoiding you all night.


August 8, 2016 - 7:12 p.m.

@baldlin:

should i be concerned that there are no photos of @Lin_Manuel and @Y/N at the show yet

@Lin_Manuel:

@baldlin probably not. Seeing as she’s sitting next to me right now. (She looks really pretty. But don’t tell her I said that.)

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I’m next to you, dork


August 11, 2016 - 8:05 p.m.

@Y/N:

I’m not sure whether to watch the Lion King or the Little Mermaid

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N you’re joking, right? The Little Mermaid is obvi the way to go

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel just bc you said that I’m gonna watch the Lion King

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N :(

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I’ll watch the little mermaid with you a different day

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N how’s this weekend sound?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel did u just ask me on a date…
over twitter…
in front of all ur fans…

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I mean we’ll have to sit on other sides of the room so I don’t catch your cooties but yeah

@Y/N: 

@Lin_Manuel text me the deets, dork


August 13, 2016 - 8:20 a.m.

@linterallyscreaming:

@Y/N how was the date with @Lin_Manuel ?

@Y/N:

@linternallyscreaming if I’m being honest… :) he’s the reason we have safety warnings on everything.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N @linternallyscreaming says the girl who literally broke my bed last night

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel THAT IS OUT OF CONTEXT


August 30, 2016 - 9:30 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N are you from France bc madamn

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel are you from Africa bc Kenya not


September 13, 2016 - 7:06 a.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

Good morning! 
Okay so @Y/N went home and then brought me back coffee this morning and she put salt in it instead of sugar. I’m still not sure if it was on purpose or not

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel next time it will be on purpose.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N next time just make it at my place.


September 15, 2016 - 2:02 a.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

People who make your heart smile are so important in the world


October 8, 2016 - 1:07 a.m.

@Y/N:

Okay so you know that feeling when you almost drop something but like rlly quick catch it and everyone is like OHHHH
You’re gonna find someone who makes you feel like that all the time


October 26, 2016 - 3:09 p.m. 

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N looks fire in her latest shoot

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel you have to say that we’re dating


October 30, 2016 - 6:47 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N wrote a song about you today

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel what’s it called

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N “she didn’t know APUSH but she knew me”


November 22, 2016 - 10:08 a.m.

@Y/N:

Just left @Lin_Manuel at the airport. His flight was at 8, I just didn’t want to leave him yet.


November 22, 2016 - 3:25 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N landed. Please don’t make me cry.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N too late

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N the security guard just asked if I was okay and I explained to him out lives for the past 40 minutes.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N it hasn’t even been 24 hours and life sucks without you.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel life sucks without u :’(

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N I love you

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel you’re okay

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel jk I love you too


November 29, 2016 - 9:06 p.m.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel wrote a song about you today

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N what’s it called

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel “I miss you please come home”

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N just started crying in the cab. I’ll be home soon.


December 3, 2016 - 8:56 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

I hope you all got your Hamilton Mixtape! It’s got some really talented people and so really cool stuff!

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel remember when you asked me to be on the mixtape

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N remember when you asked why Hamilton was on the ten dolla


December 7, 2016 - 4:51 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N picked me up at the airport with a dog in the backseat. I don’t know who I was more excited to see.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel I think we both know who you were more excited to see

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N the dog?


December 19, 2016 - 1:19 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

I’ve almost spoiled @Y/N ‘s Christmas gift four times. I need self control.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel tell me

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N DONT DO THIS TO ME


December 24, 2016 - 2:05 p.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

I don’t know if I’m more excited to have a girlfriend for Christmas because of the chance to kiss under the mistletoe

@Lin_Manuel:

(There is LOTS of mistletoe in our house)

@Lin_Manuel:

Or if because it means I get to eat extra cookie dough she’s baking rn


January 15, 2017 - 9:00 a.m.

@Lin_Manuel:

You’re so pretty I can’t look directly at you.
You’re an eclipse.
Good morning.

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel i’m right next to you, dork

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N how’d I get so lucky

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel it was honestly the rant about Hamilton last year

@Lin_Manuel:

@Y/N love me anyways?

@Y/N:

@Lin_Manuel love you always.

Ocean Soldier (Part 1 out of ?)

(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none?


Originally posted by little-messs

   The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean. 

   You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky- 

   A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.

    You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.

    You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs. 

   You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.

    “Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes.  "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough. 

   The man whimpers, reaching up Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.

    “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming. 

   “Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him. 

   Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.

   “What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought. 

   You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him. 

   “You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin. 

   You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net. 

   “Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies. 

   Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts. 

   You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea. 


    The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible. 

   “Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you. 

   James Buchanan Barnes

   You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking  at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you. 

   I like Bucky better 

   You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message. 

   I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to

  “No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand. 

    You really don’t?

   “I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you. 

   I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all

   You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage. 

   “Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you. 

   What happened?

   You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage. 

   “Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow. 

    "I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.

    He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…

4

Belle loves the way Ariel is curious about everything and the fact that she’s the most innocent and lovely girl she has ever met.

Ariel loves Belle’s intelligence, her tolerance and how she has the answers for all her questions.

10

Little Mermaid AU! Figured I had enough to compile them into one post now. I might do more, a couple people have asked for some scenes, but I don’t know when I’ll get around to doing them. Could be tomorrow. could be never. We’ll see, I guess.

But for now, here you are! The Little Mermaid-ybug/Miraculous mermaid!

There’s this one, too, the first one, but I left it out because it didn’t fit the style (plus there were already ten, soooo)

Ocean soldier (Part 2 out of?)

(A/N): I seriously love mermaid Bucky *sobs* 

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none for the time being?

Read the first part: X

(Tags at the end)


Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

   (This gif has me feeling so many things??) 

   You had been reluctant to go home that day, you had thoroughly enjoyed your visit with Bucky. The two of you talked…well you had done most of the talking while he sat there in the water and looked at you, occasionally grabbing the pad and pencil to write something to you. You had even managed to get him to crack a smile, not one of the small ones from earlier but a full on wide, toothy grin. It had been adorable…at first, that was until you got a glance at his sharp, jagged teeth. They almost reminded you of shark’s teeth only scarier given they were on a human being and not a marine animal. Something about this guy was seriously off, you knew that much, between the webbing and teeth and the constant need to stay in the water you had figured he was…strange to say the least. These should have scared you away, you should have run as soon as he appeared the second time but you didn’t, instead you sat down on the docks and talked to him until he had to abruptly scurry off at the first sign of people. These were all red flags, you should have talked to someone or reported this man to the police and yet again you didn’t and now here you were, the following day sitting on the dock awaiting for your friend to appear. 

   You doodle a bit, no longer focused on the sunrise as much as your water loving friend who had yet to make an appearance this morning. You gently sketched a face, one with a chiseled jaw and high cheekbones, you doodle some hair, long and matted with water but still gorgeous but what you truly focused on was the eyes. They had to be perfect, they had to capture the essence of curiosity and innocence but they also had to have a deeper, darker tone to them, one that implied this man- whomever he was- had a secret, or a darker side. 

   A soft coo is what pulls you away from your drawing but you don’t even have to look up to know it was. You set your drawing pad aside as you smile at Bucky who smiled right back, showcasing those jagged, knife like teeth. 

   “Hey Bucky,” You murmur quietly, as though scared to break the soothing sounds of the early morning sea. Bucky hums softly as he assumes his regular position, his head tucked upon his folded arms as he looks up at you. Your eyes rake over his form, stopping at his neck as you survey the slices of flesh, moving in time with each breath he took. They sure as hell looked like gills…but that- that wasn’t possible, human beings couldn’t have gills…could they?  Bucky hums again as he looks at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. Guess he’d caught your rather curious gaze “Sorry, um uh- I was just staring at your-” You gesture to his neck, sighing rather loudly. “Okay Bucky, what the hell are those things?” Bucky reaches up with a webbed hand to touch the skin, running his fingers along the ripped flesh before setting his hand back against the dock, looking rather sheepish. “Oh god Bucky-” You sigh, knowing you’ve offended him again with your ignorance. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just-” You gesture to your own neck, revealing the not ripped flesh. “Mine’s different again, see?” Bucky looks back up, his blue eyes traveling over the expanse of your neck. “Do you…do you wanna touch it?” Bucky nods as he leans up a bit, pulling himself up just enough to expose his bare chest. Your eyes rake over his skin, taking in ever piece of smooth, water covered flesh. God- this man…or whatever he is- was beautiful. 

   Bucky makes a little impatient sound in the back of his throat, making grabby hands at you when he realized he couldn’t quite reach your neck. You smile as you lean down a bit, allowing his cool hands to graze your skin. The feeling was…different than expected; his fingers were cool to the touch and most definitely wet but they felt good against your skin. You hum softly as Bucky touches your neck, feeling the difference between your neck and his own. 

   “See? Different right?” Bucky purses his lips and nods, staring down at his own body in what appeared to be shame. Whatever was below the water he obviously didn’t want you to see, the most he had exposed to you was his upper body and even that was strange, you could only imagine what it looked like down below. “Bucky?” You whisper, biting your lip as you contemplate whether the question was worth asking. The man hums as he finally retracts his hand, apparently satisfied with his little inspection. “Can I ask you something kinda of…personal?” Bucky looks at you with squinted eyes, the distrust on his face obvious but nonetheless he nods. “Um, are you- are you human?” Bucky looks up at you with an almost frightened expression, his eyes wide and lips parted. But before you can even begin to repair the damage he disappears, ducking down below the surface just as he had done yesterday. “Wait Bucky!” You cry out as you lean forward, searching the waters desperately but there was no sign of him, the only thing that would have hinted that he was here was by the way the dock was covered in rivulets of water, most likely from his dripping hair. 

   You slump back onto the dock, looking at the waters in surprise. How could he have just disappeared like that? And why did he just disappear like that? You bite your lip in thought as you scan the waters, waiting for any sign of your new friend but there seemed to be none. Even after five minutes you saw no sign of your friend, then ten rolled around, then 20, then 40, but by the time the beach had started to sprout a family or two you realized Bucky wasn’t coming back. You sighed softly as you stood from the dock, grabbing your sketch pad and pencil in disappointment. As you waddled away from the dock you looked back, hoping to catch some glance of your friend but there was none, only the boats and sea so with another sigh you keep on waddling, trying not to let your spirits hurt too much. 


   You returned the next day, with your sketch pad and pencil, awaiting for Bucky. You waited for 3 fucking hours. 3 hours of just sitting and waiting for Bucky to show up. The sun rose, the people arrived and yet here you were waiting all alone on the docks. 

   You sigh as you drag your pencil along your paper, creating nonsensical lines and scribbles. It looked as though Bucky wasn’t going to show this morning and you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault but you’d remedy this, you’d get Bucky to come back around. 


    For the next two weeks you kept up the same routine, showing up with your sketch pad and pencil, waiting for your strange, water loving friend to show but he never did. The countless hours you spent on those docks waiting for him were painful, they have you time to think about him. Even if you had only known him for 3 days you couldn’t help but feel attached to him and now suddenly he had disappeared. And yet here you were, the third week, and still sitting on the dock waiting for him. This time you had brought your guitar and you were gently strumming on it, humming a solemn song yourself. If you were going to wait out here for hours on end for your non existent friend to show up you had better bring something to entertain yourself since drawing wasn’t doing it for you anymore. 

   You strummed and plucked multiple songs, slowly but surely making your way through every tune you knew how to play. By the time you were done your fingers were aching and the sounds of the beach had gone strong; It had to be noon by the time you finished and surprise, still no sign if Bucky. God- why would he just leave you like this? Why wouldn’t he come back or at least tell you why he had left? Perhaps it was you? Maybe he was tired of you and didn’t want to see you anymore? Perhaps your insistent questions had angered him? 

   A million questions swirl around your mind until you can barely think anymore, your head to jumbled with “maybe’s” and “what if’s”. God- you had really fucked this up. For once you actually liked someone and then you went and fucked it up. If only you had kept your mouth shut, if only you hadn’t been so annoying, if only you could have been better. Tears burn at your eyes and before you know it you’re crying, your tears sliding off and hitting the watery docks. You were so pathetic, you knew a guy for 3 days and then he leaves and you’re this heart Broken? You bury your face in your hands, crying into them like some pathetic cry baby, which you were; The negative thoughts don’t mix well with your already strong feelings of frustration and regret. 

        Your crying is only spurred on by your negative thoughts, both your frustration and self hate brewing together to create the ‘beautiful’ mixture of tears you were experiencing right now. And that’s when you hear it, a gentle but soothing coo amongst the sound of ocean waves and the distant beach goers. You don’t even want to look up for the fear of the noise only being your imagination but suddenly there’s that strange but pleasant hand on your leg, gripping your leg gently. The coo comes again, this time a bit louder and persistent, almost as though Bucky was trying to grab your attention. Even with all your frustration and anger you look up, sniffling a bit as you do. 

    “Bucky…” You sniffle softly, hesitantly meeting the man’s gaze. He coos once again, his bright blue eyes very intently looking at your face. You bite your lip as you look at him, feeling even more pathetic than you did before. You can’t look into those ocean eyes any longer, your shame and embarrassment getting the better of you as you turn your head away from him but before you can there’s a gentle hand on your cheek, wiping away at your tears. You look back at Bucky in surprise, his hand feeling pleasant against your own wet cheek. This the most Bucky had ever touched you, other than when he had touched your neck and hands but this was- this was something else; this was more than those observatory touches, this was something more intimate. You sigh softly, allowing your eyes to flutter close as Bucky’s thumb runs over your cheek, collecting each tear that fell- however they don’t remain closed for long when they’re suddenly shooting back open in surprise. 

   “Please don’t cry…” 


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disneyland adventures

requested: Hello there! Since Shawn will be having a concert in Paris can u do one where y/n is at the Paris show and after that they went to Disneyland and just super fluffy and went into a romantic dinner or lunch. I love your account 😊 and I’m sending you my love since there’s a lot of chaos happening in this world (sending all my love to all the people as well GROUP HUG) ❤️

requested: Can u please do prompt 38? Coming from a big Disney fan haha😂😂 Love ur writing❤😙

so sorry this is super super short!! i hope y'all enjoy

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you were currently joining your boyfriend shawn on the european leg of his tour. today he was in paris and had a day off before the show tomorrow and he insisted that you two go to disneyland paris for the day.

at first you declined, you knew he was exhausted from playing all those shows and doing press and he really needed to take this day off to sleep. he insisted on taking you, he claimed you never got time alone and he wanted to take advantage of it.

you weren’t sure why shawn wanted to take you to disneyland in the first place, he’s told you multiple times that he wasn’t a big fan of disney movies. but here the two of you were, hand in hand, walking down main street of disneyland paris.

you both were tired considering you walked around disney almost all day, the sun was setting but you dragged shawn to the castle one more time. you wanted to see it one more time because you knew you would probably never see it again.

“y/n,” he whined. “you’ve seen it all day! i’m hungry.”

you snapped a few pictures of the castle and uploaded them to your social medias. you and shawn had been pretty active on social media all day, you basically documented the entire day.

“okay, okay, i’m finished now.” you said, intertwining yours and shawn’s hands and quickly kissing his cheek. “where are we going to eat?”

“some castle thing i made reservations for, it’s back on the other side of the park.” he said, “it’s the theme of some movie but i don’t know which one.”

before you could answer, two girls approached you and shawn asking for a quick picture. he happily took the picture with them, answering the few questions they asked.

once shawn was finished taking the picture he and the fans went their separate ways and he returned to you. connecting your hands once again.

“are you taking me to be our guest?” you gasped, knowing exactly which restaurant shawn was talking about. earlier you passed by it, mentioning that one day you’d like to eat there.

“i think so? i don’t know, there was a talking tea pot.” he said, “and the princess who wears yellow. i don’t remember her name. emma watson wore it too.”

“belle, shawn, belle! from the one and only beauty and the beast! do you not remember watching it like three weeks ago?” you laughed. “seriously! i can not believe you don’t like disney movies!”

the rest of the walk to the restaurant, you and shawn argued about how he didn’t like disney movies even though you thought he should.

“i mean, you look like a disney prince already so why not?” you said, pointing out one of the disney princes on the wall of a store.

“y/n that does not look like me, he has black hair.”

“oh you get the point!”

he chuckled, leading you into the restaurant where they quickly lead you to a table at the back, almost separated from everyone else.

“so if i’m the disney prince that makes you my princess, right?” shawn asked, still not dropping the disney movie topic.

you rolled your eyes as the waiter approached your table ready to take drink orders, both of you decided to order water since it was quick and free.

“this place is cute,” shawn commented, taking a bite of bread that was on the table.

“oh please,” you scoffed. “you probably don’t know what this place even is.”

“it’s a fancy restaurant y/n, duh.”

“no” you rolled your eyes, “this is the beast’s castle dining room. you know, where be our guest is sung.”

“what’s that?”

“oh my god.” you sighed, taking a sip of water and ending the conversation right there.

after you ate dinner, you decided to walk around for a little longer, not wanting to leave just yet despite how tired you both were.

“shawn, just one more time! please please please?” you begged, trying to pull him in the direction of your favourite ride. the little mermaid ride.

“y/n, i have had enough of under the sea if i have to hear that song one more time i think i’m going to lose it.” he sighed, walking the opposite direction.

to people walking past, this was an odd sight. a 5'5 girl wearing minnie mouse ears trying to pull her 6'2 boyfriend into a disneyland ride while he’s walking the opposite direction. you received a few stares from people, but in this moment you didn’t mind. all you wanted was to go on the ride just one more time, and you would stop at nothing.

“come on shawn, who knows when we’re going to be here again!”

“y/n, you forced me on that ride 5 times today just for the song! i think that’s enough.” he exclaimed. “but we can go on the star wars one again.”

the star wars ride was right across from the little mermaid one and you absolutely hated it. shawn dragged you on it earlier, and at first you had an open mind about it but after a few minutes you hated it with all your heart. you never liked star wars in the first place but you went on to make him happy.

“no we are not going on that again.”

“well we aren’t going on the stupid mermaid one again either.”

you sighed, the two of you had moved to the sidewalk right in front of the entrance to the ride so you weren’t right in the middle of the street anymore.

“shawn,” you tried just one more time, a new idea popping into your head.

“no, i’m not giving in.” he crossed his arms, keeping his gaze fixed on the star wars ride ahead.

“oh yeah?”

“try me.”

“i’ll do whatever you want,” you smirked. “at the hotel. if you know what i’m saying.”

he turned to face you, narrowing his eyes.

“you’re lying.”

“try me,” you mimicked him from earlier. “i’m dead serious.”

he scanned your face, looking for any possible signs of lying. after making sure you were really serious, he grabbed your hand pulling you into the entrance.

“well in that case, what are we waiting for?”

As If

Originally posted by fairymmystical

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Pairings: Dean x Mermaid!Reader.

Characters: Dean, Y/n.

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Dean doesn’t believe you’re a mermaid until you show him your tail.

Requested: Nope

WARNINGS: fluff, dean fainting.

Request box is open.

MASTERLIST


Dean looked at you for a second, then started to laugh.

“You’re a mermaid, good one.” he chuckled, making you let out an annoyed huff.

“I’m being serious Dean, I’m a mermaid.” You spoke, as he looked back

“Are you still drunk? I know we had an eventful fun night, it was such a great night, your body on mine, your skin touching, it was a great night. But you're not a mermaid, I mean you sweat and I don’t see a tail.” Dean babbled.


“You believe in werewolves, vampires, demons and ghosts. Why can’t you believe me?” you grumbled.

“Mermaids don’t exist, Y/n.” Dean spoke, making you get frustrated.

“Fine, then I’ll show you.” you grunted, grabbing his hand, and pulling him up.

“Why, are we going to have sex in the bathroom?” Dean asked, happily following you.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Dean.” you grunted, entering the bathroom.

You let go of his hand walking, towards the bath, turning the tap on.

“Oh, you want a romantic bath with me.” Dean spoke, making you groan.

“No, I’m trying to prove my point, that I’m a mermaid.” You grunted.

“I thought you dropped that, subject.” Dean sighed. Running his fingers through his hair.

You turned the water off when it reached half way. Taking your clothes off.

“Y/n, I get you want to prove your point, but do you have to strip tease in front of me.” Dean moaned.

“Just shut up Dean.” you growled, as you lowered yourself into the bath.

You let out a sigh, as you felt a tingling in your legs.

“I don’t see anything.” Dean spoke, walking up the bath. 


Just as he stopped at the edge of the bathtub your tail, appeared.

“Y-you have a tail.” Dean stuttered, looking at your tail, his eyes widening in shock, his face going pale.


“Told you, I was a mermaid.” You spoke, looking at him.

“Yeah.” Dean mumbled, falling to the ground.

“Dean, are you okay?” you asked, leaning on the edge of the tub.

“Least, his not trying to kill me.” You muttered to yourself.

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