#vc au

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I love a “Claudia lives” or “Nikki lives” AU, but what about a “Riccardo lives” AU?

Just imagine how much Daniel would LOVE to be able to hear embarrassing stories from when Armand was human.

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Started sketching something new - Lestat/Armand -for no specific reason at all🤭

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I´m working on my siren AU and - once again - I´m having way too much fun with thisXD

(He just woke up lol)

Daniel blinked a couple more times, than greeted the little sea creature with a smile. Strange little thing. “Hello.”

Armand withdrew his mouth from Daniel´s shoulder. His untamed auburn hair was beautifully tousled and there was a faint blush to his cheeks. “Hello, too!” The siren smiled at him almost shyly. “I did not mean to wake you. I just really like biting you.”

“I figured.”

[uncivilcivilservice]

We have Loyster. We have siren Louis and Merperson. Have you considered alrune Louis. Prettiest flower in the swamp. :)

Imagine him with his guilt and then being turned. Then what

I had to look up what an alraune was, but I like it, I especially like that it shares some key features of Loyster

1. Doesn't/can't move around very much

2. Can close up and hide from outside world (very important for Louis)

3. Can close/trap lovers inside with them

Prettiest flower in the swamp indeed, he's going to keep Lestat and Armand wrapped in his petals forever, high on his sweet nectar 😊🪷

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Back to sketching weird Mermay VC AUs. Doodling that ‘simple’ comic style is fun and also a good exercise😌

This is going to be a longer comic, a continuation of this one.

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Working on my stupid Mermand AU comic is ridiculously fun^^ I sketched all panels, now *all* it takes is some refining and the shadows😵‍💫

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Thank you @desertfangs and @apoptoses for tagging me to particpate in #WIPWednesday

So, this started out as a response to the Mermay prompt for week 3, Eggs. Which I'm sure was intended to be oviposition related, or something like that, and there isn't no smut intentended for this fic, but I also wanted to explore how Armand creates safe places for the people he loves, his nurturing and protective side, how he copes with loss (yes we are going to tackle child loss in this 🐠 fucking fic, strap in lads (the excerpt below is safe from that theme though)). There also might be some baby-trapping in the final fic I have plans okay.

My main issue with this fic is I worry that it suffers from a lack of clarity around things like how Armand and Daniel learned to communicate, how they met etc. so I almost feel like it needs a prequel fic, but then I also feel like that will be boring and I may be overthinking how much people will care about the Lore(tm) of this mermaid!AU fic? So any feedback on that would be great

Tagging: @covenofthearticulate, @faerywhimsy, and @hekateinhell

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"Surely it's easier if I just get in and swim with you?” 

Daniel didn’t need to be able to translate the chirps and whistles that made up his strange friend’s vocalisations to know he did not approve of that idea.  

And as if to emphasise that, he stopped swimming to lift his head from the water, deep brown eyes glaring sternly with furrowed brows, as an almost translucently pale arm emerged from the water to push firmly against Daniel’s legs. Stay on the rocks, got it.  

This would be less of an issue if the path he was taking Daniel down was less treacherous, but these cliffs barely provided even a precarious foothold, with little to grab on to as the waves crashed against his legs up to his thighs. It wasn’t unusual for Armand, the name his aquatic companion had chosen to go by, to drag Daniel places, whether to scenic, secluded islands and beaches, or to busy ports and piers bustling with activity he wanted Daniel to explain. But he usually got Daniel to swim with him, often hauling him through rough currents that would otherwise have swept the young marine biologist away, replenishing his depleting oxygen with kisses so they didn’t have to surface. Daniel couldn’t understand why Armand was making him inch my way along this crumbling cliff-face, at any moment just once bad step away from smashing his head against the rocks as he fell into the rough seas below.  

Eventually though the waters calmed as they headed into the shelter of a bay, at the far end of which lay an opening to a cave, obscured somewhat by the formations of stone that had resisted erosion and the tendrils and branches of plants hardy enough to make their home in the craggy cliff face battered by the elements. It was only when they got closer that Daniel realised why Armand had not wanted Daniel to swim with him. The closer to the cave they got, the higher the ledges he was walking on got from the ocean, there would be no way for Daniel to climb out of the water and onto land. And the entrance to the cavern from the water appeared blocked by a barrier of branches, kelp, driftwood, and other plants. As if some giant, marine beaver had been building a dam to block out the ocean from this hidey hole in the side of a cliff. With a graceful flip of his silvery blue tail, Armand dived down towards the blockade at the mouth of the cave, presumably finding a way under it, and Daniel took that as permission to follow him inside.

Pushing through the foliage hanging from the top of the cave entrance, Daniel stepped into the cool shade of the sheltered cove. He hadn’t realised just how oppressively hot it had been out under the sun, but being in here felt like seeking refuge. It wasn’t a large area, he had to watch his head to avoid banging it on some of the lower portions of the rocky ceiling, and the pool of water which dominated the space was maybe 2 meters in diameter, just large enough that if Armand came right up to the edge and stretched his body out behind him, there would be just a little gap between the ends of his tail and the opposite edge of the pool.  

Except he hadn’t, and couldn’t, come right up to the edge where Daniel was standing, as there was wall of marine plants much like the one at the entrance, creating a smaller, portioned off area of the pool.  A nursery, he supposed, given that it was filled with what had to be hundreds, if not thousands of eggs. Each perhaps the size of a large marble, they were faintly blue in colour, translucent enough that he could see a darker shape at the centre of each one. They didn’t match the description of the eggs of any local marine life Daniel had studied, unless- Daniel never had got around to asking Armand the specifics of how merfolk bred, was it possible...  

“Are they yours?” 

Armand had been fussing with the plants blocking the current at the entrance, making sure they had closed-up behind him and patching up a spot that dipped lower than the rest where some waves were still making it over, but at the sound of Daniel’s voice he turned to look at him and gave a nod in response to his question.  

“Who laid them?” Was Daniel’s follow up question, as much inspired by curiosity as it was the fear of an angry mother showing up who might understandably view a strange human as a threat to her young. Armand, he thought, had never mentioned having a partner, strangely, even though they had discussed, as much as they could discuss anything with their limited communication, that merfolk did form long-lasting monogamous relationships. But it wasn’t jealousy sparking in Daniel’s chest, no absolutely not. That would be ridiculous.  

But Armand looked puzzled by the question, eyebrows knitting under the unruly auburn hair plastered over his forehead in a way Daniel found ridiculously endearing. Oh, of course, Daniel was an idiot. To answer that question Armand would need something to write in, something like... Well something like loose sand spread across one of the rocks on the other side of the cave. But then why did Armand look so perplexed?  

Armand swam to the ledge covered with sand as Daniel carefully crossed around the edge of the pool, being very careful not to lose his footing and fall in, afraid to disturb the nest. The sand didn’t seem like it belonged in here, suggesting that Armand had brought some in purely for the purpose of communicating with him, a gesture that left Daniel feeling something he couldn’t quite name, but it was high and warm in his chest and far from unpleasant.  

He didn’t have time to dwell on the mystery emotion though, as Armand stretched his arm out of the water to trace a wet finger in the sand.  

Me   

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