#mer!jon

[piscesboar25]

I was possessed by the idea of Mer!Jon and an hour and a half of brainrot, and here it is. Jon is absolutely amazed to be in close proximity of an actual human. Martin is stunned, but mostly he's drowning.

[astro-pr1nce]

Now that my other fic, When All I See is Blue is over, I get to work on something else! I decided to make a drawing based on the fic I’m currently working on :]

I hope you like this and consider reading the story :]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[filthyprotozoan]

mermaid kisses give ability to breathe underwater etc. etc. but make it jmart

[avemarts]

i saw @jevonne ‘s new merfolk jon fic and drew this in a mad frenzy

[theoestofocs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

behold, the mer!jon au

Elias Bouchard has dedicated his life to two things: first, amassing a fortune via his company’s cutting-edge work in genetic engineering; and second, obtaining definitive proof of the merfolk he knows live under the sea.

Tim, on the other hand, was only trying to catch some dinner when he swam into Elias’ trap. He wound up beached and helpless as a human approached him with a set of blades.

Jon didn’t intend to get wrapped up in any of this. He certainly didn’t intend to get on Elias Bouchard’s bad side; how was he to know the man would take personal offense to someone damaging his stray nets? It was Jon’s job to disentangle and treat the sea life that wound up on their beach every morning, after all. Whatever that sea life might be. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

Then again, he would have expected “Elias Bouchard’s bad side” to mean something like cut funding for conservation research, not… this.

[gentlemancrow]

for the story ask: I would LOVE to see your take on 19) sea change

OHOHO THIS WAS AN INTERESTING ONE INDEED! I was sort of inspired by a siren!Jon fic that's been outlined and poked at in my drafts for a WHILE now so I thought I'd do a scene that could have come from that! Maybe I'll finish the full thing someday who knows >> but until then enjoy this one! X3

19. Sea Change

The whale was long dead.

They both knew that, but it was far from the point, Martin supposed as he watched the hauntingly beautiful creature struggle with the lashings securing the invaluable carcass to The Tundra. The waves of his long raven hair shone iridescent green in the moonlight as they tossed around him on the foamy surf. The spiny-finned silhouette of him was wrought over and through the canvas of dark water by the hoary glow, as well as emerald points of bioluminescence flickering angrily along his sinewy, serpentine body. His webbed hands clawed at the ropes with talons that gleamed viciously, but did precious little to rend through the impenetrable twists of algae-stained sisal. Now and again in clear frustration, he would vanish beneath the waves, only to reemerge in a different spot to brawl at the harpoons still buried in the blubbery flesh, working tirelessly, ceaselessly, to free the whale from her grisly fate.

It didn’t matter that she was dead, she didn’t belong to them, and he was there to take her home to rest.

Martin watched in awe at the taffrail for as long as he dared, his bated breath barely a silver shimmer in the frigid air. What compelled him to reach into his pocket for his switchblade, or to call out to the ethereal thing that certainly would not understand his human tongue, he couldn’t say. All he knew was he spared none of it a second thought as he flipped open the knife and held it out over the water.

“O-Oy!” he hollered in a raspy whisper, “Here! Take this!”

The mercreature lit up in alarm like a streaming meteor shower, fins flaring. He whipped over his shoulder, narrowed abyssal black eyes at Martin, then slipped once again into the safety of the sea with a hiss.

“Ah! W-Wait! Wait don’t go! S-Sorry! Sorry I wanted to give you… ah…” Martin moaned in defeat, drooping over the railing.

Mourning the warbling rings of light marking the place where he had lost the breathtaking spirit, Martin drew himself up to go, but a curious ripple of water near the hull stayed his boots. The mercreature had reemerged directly beneath him, eyes filled with the light of galactic depths, regarding him in wonderment as he held up an open palm. Martin’s heart raced, and he dropped his offering of the blade carefully over the water. The mercreature caught it deftly, and mirrored the warm smile of his insubordinate human aide with a curt nod of his head in acknowledgement.

Martin kept watch all the while he bore the sacred beast back down to the depths for her last rites, Lukas family fortune be damned.

[musixohnelp]

Soooooooo I’ve been reading the amazing fic ‘The Sea Calls Me Home’ by @mothjons a while back and had this drawing here sitting in my gallery ever since.

It is not exactly accurate to the fic’s description but I finished reading with my brain screaming mer jon mer jon meR JON MER JON and this is what came out of it kdkfjskdjksk

Well, in the end I finally worked up the courage to post it, definitely check out the fic, it is great :D

[collegeofglamour-art]

mom says its my turn on the mer!jon au

[image ID: a digital painting of jon and martin from the magnus archives, in an AU where jon is a merman and martin is a lost sailor. martin is laying in the sand, unconscious, while jon floats above him. martin is a fat, freckled white man with curly, dark red hair that floats up away from his face. he has multiple cuts and bruises across his face and legs. his mouth is slightly open, and bubbles float up and out of it. he is dressed in a cream-colored shirt with an old-fashioned ruffled collar, and dark brown pants with ragged hems that come to just below his knees. jon is a thin merman with brown skin and a dark green tail. his tail has fins that run all the way down the sides, similar to an eel’s. he has long, green-black hair with silver in the front and a mustache and goatee. his eyes are green, with black where the whites of his eyes would typically be. his fins and eyes glow. he is reaching out a hand hesitantly toward martin. end ID.]