#mer!buck

[timeshareindestin]

merbuck sticker coming to an etsy shop near you soon 🧜🏻‍♂️🩷

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Actually wait I like the random emojis can you tie them into current stories

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Emojis in my instagram bio

You forgot one! But LOVE THIS

🍓🍓🍓🍓 - I feel like this has to be vampires

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Two, Ilya is here but he died and Shane will find him dead. Three, Ilya is here and unresponsive, in which case Shane will have to save him, and in his current condition, that means Shane will die. There are no great options. This did not go the way he had hoped.

Shane walks forward, through the empty home, until he reaches the kitchen. He’s looking for evidence of the raw meat Ilya has stored here being consumed, but instead, he finds something he doesn’t expect at all.

Shane’s phone is plugged into a charger on the kitchen counter, and laying on top of it, is an envelope. Shane is written in Ilya’s quick handwriting across the top. 

“What the hell?” Shane asks, dread broiling in his gut.

He reaches for the envelope, pulling a folded piece of paper out from inside.

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🌲🌲🌲🌲 - gonna say 🎈 bc Theo runs away to live in Canada and we have one or two of those trees

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He’s kind of a know-it-all. Sometimes he snickers when other kids answer things wrong. It’s rude. But today, Theo turns out  to be grateful for his interjection.

“That’s not always true,” Layton announces. “My moms used a sperm donor to have me.”fath

There’s a buzz of giggles across the class.

“What’s a sperm donor?” One student out.

“What does it sound like?” Layton replies. 

He really is so rude.

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🪩🪩🪩🪩 - 🧜‍♂️ for the reflectivity of Mer!Buck's scales

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They all lead to Eddie being pulled deeper into the water, where something is waiting for him.

That’s the little game he plays. The little fantasy he indulges in. 

And sometimes? On a night like this? A clear, beautiful night? Eddie doesn’t play alone.

That’s why, after so long laying on the beach that he nearly falls asleep, he hears a shift in the rhythm of the waves crashing before him. Like there is a new surf break that has appeared out of nowhere, silently and stealthily. A smile forms on Eddie’s lips. Just a small one. He isn’t certain yet, but he hopes.

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🧿🧿🧿🧿 - let's say 🫀 bc Troy needs some of that energy with what he's got going on

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From there, somehow, things get better. Lighter, even. As if being thrown back into his position pre-ridding himself of his father had been burdening him. He hadn’t realized it was. He was so focused on Harris.

He plays well in Vancouver. He plays good, aggressive hockey. He scores twice. Ottawa still loses in overtime, but it’s not for Troy’s lack of a contribution. Last time, he’d been pulled from the ice for playing like shit. Which isn’t surprising. He had been hungover.

Edmonton is even better. Last time, Troy had been deadset on scoring his first goal with Ottawa. A bad call by the ref, incorrectly claiming goalie interference, led to him having a near breakdown.

[bigfootsmom]

do you think he’d make good sushi?

[circledwithaheart]

Minute Monday 🧜‍♂️

rules: write for a full minute and share the snippet!

i really needed this today. while i didn’t get a ton written, i did get past a huge blocker for ch 4 🙌

Once he got past the excitement of walking, and the struggle of putting clothes on, all he wanted to do was sleep. How did humans manage to get anything done?

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[waywardsuniverses]

WaywardsUniverses Mermay: Day 1

Favourite Character

MER!BUCKY

Would you believe me if I told you this was my first time drawing a mermaid?

I decided to give him a tail that looked like his arm rather than an actual arm. In this he lost it in a fight against an eldritch HYDRA that ripped his arm off. He was defending Steve. And that will be the lore for him every time I draw him in Mer form

[daffi-990]

Mer!Buck for @hippolotamus’s mer!Buck au 😘❤️

[spotsandsocks]

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Hello my dear thanks for inspiring me, this is a lot of sentences and things may change but here we go…

🧜‍♂️ merman pirate au (the other one under cut) tagging those who also chose at least one of these @tizniz @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @dangerpronebuddie @sunflowerwemadeit also @dr-shortsighted-owl cos I think the mer title prompt was yours ‘time and tide’

Rules are not for him. Not anymore.

There’s nothing of him visible apart from the bridge of his nose, his eyes, the wet curls on his head.

The effect of him is more visible, but isn’t that always the way with him; the ripples on the surface of the ocean circle outwards from his body, caused by the slow but powerful movement of the muscles in his tail as it moves in circles. It’s a good tail, strong, powerful. Usually it keeps him moving, moving further and further away from there which is the best decision he ever made. Today it’s keeping him in one spot because he likes the view.

The ripples are a tiny risk, they wouldn’t even be visible if the sea wasn’t so calm and still today, but it is.

It doesn’t matter, there’s no one to see any part of him anyway. Unless of course there’s someone in the house that nestled on the side of the cliff top. Someone in that small, warm looking building, looking out in exactly the right direction at exact the right moment to see something small and inconsequential bobbing around in the middle of the sea, almost impossible to spot but there all the same.

Buck sometimes wonders if he wants to be spotted. Is that why he keeps coming back to this particular cove? He tells himself it’s because he likes the fresh air on his face, the wind in his hair. He tells himself he just likes the view. The cliffs are tall and majestic, they call to him, bobbing just under the waterline Buck wonders what it would be like to climb them. Maybe one day he might try. He’d like to look in the window of that house one day, see who lives there. One day, not today though. Not today. The eyes and the curls vanish, leaving only ripples behind and then not even them anymore.

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The ripples are back. Eddie watches from the window. He’s seen them before, only on calm days like this it’s true but he thinks that maybe whatever causes them is there on stormy days too. He hopes so. Once he thinks he saw something more than ripples, a splash, a flash of blue, the light catching on something that shimmered. It must have been made by something large. Larger than a fish, maybe a seal, maybe a shark. Ta

😈 demon!Prince Eddie

He’s been petitioning for an early intervention programme up top. Try and improve things before it was too late, helping before the rot sunk in too deep. Try and do some good. The pilot project he wanted got approved a few centuries ago. He’d been allowed to visit an author in the early 19th century, England he thinks it was, he’d given him an idea for a book. Ghosts and the similar, a cautionary tale about hoarding wealth and miserly habits. He’d had high hopes for it. He’s heard It’s still quite popular, gets talked about in schools and then swiftly forgotten once people start earning money. Shame, but still there’s always hope, even after all this time. Who knows maybe he’ll get the approval to take it into the next stage at some point but he’s still waiting for approval to get through the right departments. Bureaucracy is something down here and up there have in common.

Feels like he’s been waiting forever. Maybe he has, but recently he’s been feeling it more. There’s a restlessness inside him and it’s growing. The last few days have been particularly peculiar, it’s like he’s forgotten something or lost it. He keeps looking over his shoulder expecting to see someone watching him. There’s never anyone there. Except that’s not quite true, once he thought he saw a figure, shimmering at the edge of his vision. He’d talked to Lena about it, thought maybe she’d sent one of the subdemons to keep an eye on him. She scowled back at him and said she was worried about him but not worried enough to waste a spy. He’d believed her, and he’d noted that she now looked even more worried than she had at the start of conversations. Admitting to seeing things that aren’t there is never a particularly comforting thing to hear, especially in Hell, where the line between bad and worse things is thin.

He’d claimed that he was probably just tired. There’d been an influx of ‘guests’ to his department recently, a super yacht had sunk in a (possibly) freak storm. After that a private jet had crashed, the pilot survived but the multi mega millionaire using the jet to pop back home for a party (a round trip of 70k ) had not. Before that some submarine had imploded. Weird times.

He keeps meaning to go check with the weather team. Apparently they have two new member of staff, in the natural disasters department. One of them appears to be called Chimney but Eddie’s not at all sure that can be right.

[hippolotamus]

Hit me with mer Buck 💙💙💙

Hello, my love 💙

A previously posted, but reworked, snippet for you 🧜‍♂️

“Mom! Dad! Look at th–” Evan cuts himself off when he enters the cave and notices his parents. They’re talking quietly, their backs turned towards him and their heads bent close together. From this distance he can’t hear what they might be saying. His mother’s face, what little of it he can see, is contorted into a grimace, her eyebrows furrowed together. She’s upset again, carrying that sad, weary expression she often has. The one she denies, claiming Evan ‘doesn’t understand’ the burdens that grown ups – parents – have to bear.  He wants to understand more than anything in the world. Even more than he longs to know what the surface world is like. Because he can read about what happens beyond the ocean, he can learn that way. But no book or map or shiny trinket will tell him why his own mother can’t look at him sometimes. Why she bursts into tears as if he personally caused her distress.  If he did know, then maybe he could help her feel better. Not even asking Maddie about it has given him any insight. She gives him a fleeting, conflicted look before gathering him in a hug and reassuring him it will all be okay because she loves him.  He never asks the natural follow up question, about why his sister phrases it that way. If it’s because their parents don’t actually love him. But why wouldn’t they? He’s their son and aren’t all parents supposed to love their children?

npt some other interested beloveds @daffi-990 @tizniz @loveyouanyway @diazsdimples @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming 🫶