#tiny merman

[gt-zel]

I drew @pudding-gt ‘s character Owen as my half of an art trade <3

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Tiny mer that, giant mer this. Where’s my size shifter mers?

The mermaid who gets caught in a net and after the captain starts being all proud and everything and the mermaid just shrinks and slips through the net’s holes, much to the captain’s disappointment.

A merman who grows big enough for all the other mers to cling on as the group travels. Perhaps he also grows to distract predators or fight off threats to his non-shifter mer friends.

What about the classic trope of someone finding a merperson on the shore and taking them back to their beach house / lighthouse, putting them in their Tub. Maybe the merperson is unconscious for a bit but the lighthouse keeper comes to check on them and notices that they’re gone. Panicking they check around but the floor isn’t wet, then they see a small movement from the bath. Hiding behind a rubber duck is the merperson all tiny, not knowing what else to do but hide. Perhaps the keeper calms them down and calms them down, allowing the mer to grow to the size the keeper originally saw. Perhaps the keeper helps them heal and let’s them go after making a beautiful friendship only to one day meet the merperson again, but this time the roles are reversed. The keeper is saved by the merperson, and having been put on an unknown island. The keeper has no clue how they are gonna make it back but thinks the merperson can help them, the mer nods and grows bigger to make the journey faster, much to the keepers surprise.

Long story short, giant mers and tiny meds are great, but give me the shifters!

[imberbitez]

The biggest baddest lad in all the seas!

Risk is here to ruin every pirates day

And blackmail every mer-kingdom within his vicinity

He likes shiny stuff UwU

And I’ll also put Morgan here too, he’s a normal sized mer-folk! Him and Risk get along…. Okay-ish… after Risk asks for Morgan as payment for keeping some pirates away from his kingdom… well he didn’t ask for Morgan specifically, just a royal, and Morgan’s parents decided as the youngest he was the most disposable child… yea… -_-

[olivexing]

Maybe Ben and Olympe met as kids! 🐟🥺

Inspired by sun fish, which undergo an incredible size change in their lifetimes:

[pool-floatie]

Doing a Mer-may and decided to make him smol.

Gosh I love characters~

[hiddendreamer67]

Tiny Mer!Sanders Angst pt. 5

Lol, I guess happy Valentine’s day, even though this has nothing to do with that.  Part 4 to a story based on @secretglittersauce‘s tiny mer!sides angst prompt. This is where we start to deviate from the prompt to have any chance at a happy ending. :p

Check my reblog for links to the previous parts. 

"Welcome to your new home!” The human had announced, pouring Patton into an unfamiliar tank.

Home. Patton was familiar with the word, but as he gazed around at his surroundings he knew this was not it. Home meant beautiful sea glass windows and kelp-based furniture and outcroppings of coral arranged in varying pinks. Home meant the ocean; home meant his family.

Of course, it was nearly impossible to communicate this to the human. Their language was harsh on the merman’s vocal cords, and speaking above the water often proved painful. It was a long time before Patton figured out the correct ways to move his mouth so that his words could be heard in the air.

The first attempt at this came as quite a shock to poor Thomas. He had been sat there, minding his own business while he pondered names for the merman aloud, when a garbled noise sounded from the tank. Thomas looked over, seeing the tiny person had propped their arms up on the edge of the tank and seemed to be pointing to itself.

Thomas’ eyes widened. “You...you can talk?”

It’s little eyes seemed to light up, chittering excitedly and gesturing with its arms so widely that it lost its grip and fell back in the water. Thomas leaned forwards to see if it was okay, only to watch it pop back out of the water a moment later.

“I’m sorry, I...can’t understand you.” Thomas admitted. The merman frowned for a moment, pointing to himself again and making the same slow garbled noise from before. When Thomas strained his ears, it almost sounded like actual words.

“...Dad?” Thomas frowned, now completely confused. Did he truly just hear a merman say ‘dad’?

Patton shook his head and  tried to reiterate his point. “Pat.” He repeated, forcing his tongue to move in unfamiliar patterns. It felt so strange to open his mouth above water.

“Pat.” Thomas repeated, and the mer nodded frantically. “That’s your name?” Another nod. “Oh! It’s nice to meet you, Pat!”

From there, things got a lot easier for Patton and he actually found he was beginning to like the human. Thomas had many questions, but it was impossible for Patton to speak more than a few words at a time. Even just giving his name had forced him to rest a couple days before he had the energy to do it again. Every attempt at using a human tongue left  a strange bitter taste in his mouth, and Patton’s lungs almost constantly felt on fire.

Thomas seemed pleased with his attempts though. He didn’t pressure Patton, and now would take into account Patton’s opinions on many things. With a shake of his head Pat could chose what was in his tank. Thomas let him play with many human artifacts. Patton would bend them to and fro, watching their movements. What’s this do? What’s it for? He always had so many questions, and occasionally he even got answers when Thomas noticed his curiosity. It was wonderful to learn about these new trinkets.

...Logan would have loved this.

Thomas wasn’t blind to Pat’s fluctuating behavior. Whenever he was around it seemed as though the mer was all smiley and bubbly and ready for games. Pat would often gift him shiny pebbles from the bottom of the tank, a sure sign that the mer was grateful for his presence and was trying to thank him. Still...whenever Pat didn’t think he was looking, Thomas noticed how glum the merman looked. He would sulk in the corner, gazing at the ground for a very long time. Was Thomas doing something wrong?

To test Pat’s strange mood swings, Thomas tried putting on Pat’s favorite song. The second Baby Shark started playing Pat gave a happy twirl, beginning to dance around the tank. Thomas smiled slightly, then left the room but kept the song playing. He peeked his head around the corner, only to see that his fears were confirmed. As soon as he was out of the room Pat had stopped dancing.

Thomas sighed, stepping back into the room. Pat frantically tried to restart his movements, but Thomas reached over and turned the speaker off.

“What’s wrong, Pat?” Thomas asked.

Patton sat in silence for a long while, not meeting Thomas’ gaze. This was it, his chance to express what he had been feeling this entire time. Sure Thomas wasn’t so bad, sometimes Patton even enjoyed being here. But...he missed his brothers terribly. Patton could never truly be happy here.

He surfaced slowly, knowing Thomas was watching him. It wasn’t often that Patton came to the surface to talk. Usually their communication was only through head nods now.

“Home.” The tiny spoke in broken english. “Go home.”

Thomas frowned. “We are home.”

Pat shook his head, frustrated tears in his eyes. “Go home.” He repeated.

It was too many words that needed to be said. Patton rubbed at his eyes, sniffling slightly. No matter how many times he repeated the phrase, Thomas didn’t seem to get it. Patton kept saying it over and over, rendering his voice sore and useless for a day. Why wouldn’t Thomas just take him home? Patton wanted nothing more than to curl up in his familiar algae bed with his brothers by his side.

When Patton finally got his strength back, he forced himself to be brave. Roman wouldn’t quit; neither could he. He needed to get back to his brothers. Thomas was his only chance. Patton looked over at the human, sat in front of the couch watching cartoons. Patton loved cartoons. Was Thomas watching them in here just so Pat could watch, too? He smiled at the thought, plucking a turquoise shiny rock out of the tank to show his appreciation.

At the sound of the gravel hitting the table, Thomas turned around. He gave Patton a small smile. “Hey buddy, are you feeling better?”

Patton nodded, swimming up to the top. Thomas’ eyes widened.

“Oh, you don’t have to talk.” Thomas assured him, coming over to the table. “I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

It had been a scary experience for Thomas, watching the merman suffer after he wore himself out. Though Thomas loved to talk to Pat, it always seemed to hurt the little guy.

Patton gave him a grateful smile, but this was something he had to do. Not just for himself, but his brothers as well.

“...alone.” Patton chose his words carefully, his voice quiet as he was still in recovery. Patton looked sadly around the tank. “Bad.”

“Alone bad.” Thomas tried to piece together what Pat meant. He looked down at him with sympathy. “Oh, Pat, are you lonely?”

Patton nodded, having never heard the human equivalent of the word before. “Lonely.” The mer spoke softly in his native tongue, feeling the tears start to form again. He rested his chin on his arms, crossed over the edge of the tank. “I miss them.”

[randommuffinyt]

Had to draw the tiny mer! Virgil all alone from @hiddendreamer67's story. Wish he could rejoin his brothers soon with Thomas.

Hang in there lil buddy!!!

[friendlyfoxpal]

Was a little delayed in my postings for Inktober...so here’s three to make up for it. Ship, Mertiny, and Fierce