#merman lover

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・The relationship started out as a quest.

・One that your future boyfriend needed help with; to find his sister who had gone to land.

・You, however, really did not want to help ... anyone. Except yourself and your crew.

・But with a thirst for treasure, what choice did you have? Especially when your lil merman promised you jewels beyond your wildest dreams ... if you helped him with this one tiny thing.

・That tiny thing turned out to be a near death experience; which you were not happy about.

・His sister was goddamn happy where she was; as his merpeople were offered a life on land. However, they were never allowed back to the sea.

・But in the process...you two fell in love.

・It took a long time for either of you two to admit it. But ... when it happened, it felt like a world you had never known.

・He always has your back, no matter what. Even if he disagrees with your decision (he will tell you in private his real thoughts).

・Yes, he can transform into a 'human.' His tail seemingly melts into legs when he wills it (and is out of water; the sea holds power over all merfolk).

・Though he does still have pointed ears and an allure so charming that you've physically punched someone for getting too close.

・He's 6"6, with wide shoulders, large feet, long wavy dark hair, and the pure definition of 'eyes so blue, like the sea.'

・Your merman is quite mischievous; he loves riling you up, causing a little chaos.

・Loves being called pretty

・Walks much too fast, and is fascinated by 'hot' things e.g., hot soup, tea, baths, candles, ... oh he has set things on fire a lot. He's actually banned from fire.

・The crew love him.

・They share wild stories, but your Merman still has to learn all the different types of humour.

・No one laughed at his squid joke...

・Mates are quite serious in the Merfolk/Merpeople culture. Once they've found the one, they will not take another.

・He has decided that his Mate is you.

・And it took him a long time to tell you.

・He distanced himself, sure that you would not want him. That you could have whoever you desired.

・But the truth was, you were yearning for him. And you wanted no other.

・It took you weeks to find him. (He was leaving you clues...the angsty thing he is.)

・And he decided that if you did find him. That meant he would tell you how he truly felt:

"Why did you leave?" You asked, clinging to the rails. You hadn't wanted to be so emotional, but here you were. Captain of the fastest ship, on the verge of tears.

"I thought you did not want me," he replied. Smiling. The little shithead was smiling while you had been searching high and low for him. For weeks.

And yet, this smile made your stomach flutter. Your cheeks blush.

"Well you thought wrong fish boy!" You grumbled, tugging off your boots, and climbing onto the rail. Without a second thought, you dove right in.

The water was freezing.

"Fuck!" you said, as you surfaced, coming face to face with the merman. With your merman.

"You found me," he whispered, moving the hair from your face. His webbed fingers felt smooth against your skin. Your hands clung to his shoulders as his powerful tail swished beneath you.

"I will aways find you," you replied, one hand moving to his neck.

You looked into his eyes and saw so much. Your heart pounded as he moved. Drawing your body closer to his.

"I am eternally yours. I choose you-" and before he could finish, you kissed him.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Rivals to Lovers

"Look at that stupid dumbass man, ha! Oh shit that's my dumbass-"

Love language is physical touch x Is touch starved

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Fake Relationship

Love Conquers All

Found Family

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Song of the Sea by Lisa Hannigan

Swan Lake by Hidden Citizens

You pulled up into the driveway and gathered your bags out of the car. You walked inside and saw a note on the kitchen counter. 

‘My treasure, Went for a quick swim before dinner.  Join me? -💙’

You smiled to yourself. This was perfect. You could give him his surprise today. You rushed to the bedroom to change. You looked into the mirror when you were done, not bad. You treated yourself to a few new bathing suits. There was a sale on the plain colored top and bottoms. You picked out a few colors for each. 

Sometimes you were in the water almost as much as you were on land. So you would wear different bathing suits as different outfits. Your merman husband didn’t mind. He thought it was cute and he loved to spoil you.

But he was used to seeing you in stylish one pieces or scuba gear. You couldn’t remember a time he saw you in a string bikini. Well today you felt like trying something different. 

You put on the bikini that was his favorite colors. You took a moment to admire yourself in the mirror. The way the bathing suit tied around your figure made you feel beautiful. And the colors brought out your natural skin tone. You hoped this would work.

You hoped this would make your husband completely ravish you on the beach in his mermaid form. There was just something about the way he pounded into you as you felt his tail slap your ass with each thrust.

You are brought back to reality when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. You walk to the window and open it to see your husband swimming back home. You threw on a cover up shawl and made your way to the backyard.

You walked onto the beach and looked around to see where your husband would be coming out of the water. You looked only for a moment when you saw beautiful eyes staring back at you from the water. His stare sent a chill down your spine. You needed your merman and it was time to show him. 

You smiled at him mischievously before slowly stripping off your shawl and letting the wind take it away. His eyes immediately widened, staring intently at you, looking at you up and down. You started walking towards the water, making sure to shake your hips a little. You took advantage of the wind blowing your hair about. 

You got waist deep in the water when you saw your merman husband charge at you. He grabbed onto you, putting his hands in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. 

“What are you wearing?”, he asked while grabbing a fist full of hair. 

“You don’t like it?”, you asked him in a teasing manner. 

You felt his dick trying to unsheathe itself. He pulled your head back. You looked up at him panting softly. He looked at you with such unrestrained passion. You loved that look so much. You moved your waist around in the water and smiled at him.

He looked up and around to see if anybody was on the beach. He gave you the knowing you and you held onto him tighter. He swam as fast as he could to the secret spot. You couldn’t help but laugh excitedly to yourself as the water rushed past you.

He brought you to the nice quiet little spot behind some rocks. Your merman had made a nice little nest for you. He had put a couple of blankets and emergency snacks in a cooler. Sometimes he needed to be in the water. This way you both were still able to spend time together. No matter the obstacle. 

He reached the spot and placed you on the blankets. The feral look in his eyes drove you crazy. He leans you back so you are leaning against the pillows. He was watching you now so you decided to put on a show.

You slowly moved your hand behind your back and untied your top. You used one hand to move it above your head, exposing your breasts to the salty air. Your merman brought your face towards his and started kissing you feverishly. 

“What do I owe this pleasure?”, he asked through gritted teeth. “I wanted you”, you kiss his neck, moving to untie your bottoms. 

He swats your hand away, unties your bottoms and throws them to the side. You lay bare before him. You looked down and saw his dick had completely come out of his tail. It was so hard and plump. You saw the precum dripping off the tip.

The sight made your mouth water. You wanted to put it in your mouth, wanted to lick the tip before shoving it down your throat. You wanted to hear the sound that came from him while you brought him such pleasure. You moved to get on your knees and do just that. 

He stopped you and firmly pushed you back leaning against the pillows. You stare up at him. You secretly got excited at the look you saw. You were about to get your wish. You just had to obey. 

He leaned down and kissed your neck slowly down to your breasts. He made sure to kiss all over them first. He gently licked up and down your nipple causing you to cry out.

The wetness from his saliva with the cool breeze of the evening air felt so good on your skin. He continued to kiss and lick all over your chest. He stopped for a moment and gently spread your legs. He lifted them up and out, putting you on full display for him. 

He didn’t waste anymore time. He brought his head down to your pussy and began to eat you out like you were his last meal. No warning, just immediate tongue abuse. You grabbed onto the back of his head and bucked your hips onto his face. He moaned every time you moved against him. 

As much as you loved when he pampered your pussy like this, you were wanting something else. You tried to move his head, but he was determined to taste your orgasm. You gave in. There was no point in arguing. You had unlocked something inside of him. He was taking control and you were going to let him.

You let your merman husband assault your pussy with his tongue over and over again. You moved your body in rhythm with his movements. It wasn’t long before you felt that delicious familiar feeling creeping up. You let out a staggered moan. He grabbed onto your ass for support, you grabbed onto his hair. 

He started doing that one thing you like. The thing that he knew would have you screaming his name. He was right. He hit that spot just right. You moaned and screamed his name over and over again. He loved hearing you moan his name. It was music to his ears. It wasn’t until you were squealing with pleasure and trying to physically pry his face off your pussy did he stop. 

You took a moment to catch your breath. He stared up at you from between your legs. He was proud of what he had done. He could tell it was a job well done by the amount of cum he was wiping off his face. It never bothered him. In fact, he LOVED it when you got super wet. He did enjoy swimming after all.

Half dazed, you looked at him as he rose out of the water just enough for you to see his cock flop out of his tail and onto your leg. The sheer weight of it made you ache with anticipation. One moment you are staring into the eyes of your merman husband, the next you are up against the rocks feeling his over erect cock fill you. 

He plunged deep inside of you. He moaned deep in your ear and held you in place. You clamp down on him and he groans. He starts to pump his cock inside of you with deep, powerful, meaningful thrusts. He slammed into you again and again demanding you tell him who’s pussy it was. 

“YOURS. YOURS. YOURS.”, you cry out. 

He liked what he heard. He laid you down on your back and spread your legs wide open. He watched as he fucked you. Each time his dick disappeared inside of you, he could feel you squeeze onto him. He became so lost in the pleasure that was your pussy.

He fucked you hard. You could feel him hitting that spot, another orgasm coming quickly. You moan so loudly, so beautifully. He knew you were cumming again.  Both your movements became more erratic, then you felt it. He moaned your name with such love and passion. You felt his cock pulsate inside of you a few times. You begged him not to stop. He whimpered, but didn’t stop. He kept going, determined to fill you with everything he had to offer. 

After you both rode out your highs and you drained your merman’s cock. You held onto him as long as you could. He struggled to hold himself up in the water and on the rocks. He pulled his cock from you and you gasped at the emptiness you felt. You noticed him struggling and helped him onto the blankets. He held you as you both caught your breath.

“I really love the new bathing suit, my treasure”, he sounded happily exhausted. 

“Well that’s good because I brought a few of them”.

The voice you knew resounded deep and strong within the water, echoing through with ripples, encasing your body with a low shudder. “Too many to count, I’m afraid.” You joked, feeling the slip of the water gracefully rise and fall against your skin. “I think we would be here all night.”

“Well, I have time.” The male voice reverberated with laughter smoothly, and a hand larger than your head or even torso rose and caressed your back soothingly. “Tell me more about these stars?”

“You would get bored easily.”

“No, I would never, not from you,” the merman smiled, with rows of teeth sharp, but it made his face ever-so softer. “Please, I would like to know.”

You told him to your best abilities. Of stars and galaxies until you could not think of anything else to say, all whilst he laid still and solid as stone, unmoving but always listening to the words you had to say.

“They sound beautiful.”

You could only scoff, “Hardly. You get used to them when you see them.”

Arlo half-attempted to sit up with you on top of him, his large tail swaying as the two of you laid afloat on the stilled waters. “When you live the majority of your life below the depths, anything above the surface can be utterly breathtaking.”

“If anything, your world seems more beautiful.” You laid your head on his chest, hearing the loud thrum of his chest. “If I got to spend my days below the waves, I think we would have differing opinions.”

Arlo’s laughter rumbled through you, as he cradled you close to him. “I think we can both agree that if anything, the worlds we were brought into slowly allowed us to be brought together.”

Your smile was longing, treading your fingers against his chest, quietly saying, “Saying this as we connect as one, perhaps this longing is what we needed.”

Ephemeral* (adj) lasting for a very short time.

-

Summer had always been a welcoming time, you would travel to your parents vacation home and spend the summers there. You were lucky in the fact that your job allowed you to work from home instead of having to go into an office every single day. Which led to some of the most interesting mornings when you had to take conference calls from your porch, you could tell that a few of your coworkers were jealous of the luxury summer home you had. While it was nice, this year was worse than others since you were currently in the middle of a heat wave and your air conditioner had finally died. The thing was ancient and you were surprised that it had lasted this long but… Of course it had to be in the middle of a heat wave, that would have just been your luck.

   You had called several companies that dealt with air conditioners but you had gotten no luck from any of them, it seemed like a lot of people’s air conditioners had died as well and now there was a small waitlist. You had sighed in exasperation and booked the earliest appointment you could with the company you were currently on the phone with. Defeated, you tossed your phone off to the side and went back into your home only to get dressed in your favorite swimsuit and coverup before making your way to the beach. Even though it was miserable you were going to try and make the best of it while waiting for repairs.

   Wading out into the water about waist deep, you saw the flash of black and white scales underneath the surface before deep yellow eyes met yours. A smile spread across your features as you lowered yourself into the water a little more in order to embrace the merman you had come to know. However, he had seemed almost hesitant to accept the welcoming embrace, you were puzzled as usually he was so eager to greet you.

   “It’s far too hot.” He grumbled once he had let go of you, you nodded in agreement as he drifted beside you, bobbing with each wave as he let them wash over him.

   “I agree with that.” You responded as you sank down into the water, fully submerging yourself in the cool water. He eyed you warily for a moment before he decided to speak again.

   “Don’t humans have machines that can cool them off?” He asked as he splashed some water at you with his tail, a grin spreading across his features.

   “Typically, but mine broke and there’s a waitlist to get it fixed so… it’s gonna be awhile before it’s repaired.” You responded with slight annoyance creeping into your tone at the idea of the next couple of days being overly hot. Though you returned the same playful banter by splashing water back at him.

   “Well, you can always spend the day out here in the water with me.” He suggested as he swam around you. “It may not be too hot for you but it is for me.” He hummed as he looked up at you.

   “Nice try, but I unfortunately have work to do unlike some…” You teased, a huff coming from him at the notion that he doesn’t do any sort of work.

   “I work!” He protested as he splashed you again with a quiet grumble, you laughed as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

   “Of course you do.” You responded with a cheeky smile, watching as his gaze turned away from you, flustered at the previous action he had gone back to drifting beside you in the waves.

It felt like a cage more than a room. You did another pass around it, running your fingers along the walls. They were perfectly smooth, expect for a thin seam that outlined the shape of a door. It was too thin to get your fingers into, and you couldn’t feel any hinges or latches. There was no way to get out.

You were also wearing a skintight wetsuit, one that only really covered your torso. You hadn’t been wearing it before you blacked out. The idea of someone having to strip you down and shove your limp body into it was unsettling, to say the least.

The cage rattled. You stumbled and fell on your butt as the entire thing jerked, swaying back and forth. It swayed precariously, like it was dangling on a single tether. You could feel the cage lifting into the air.

“Hey!” Your voice came out oddly rusty. God, your mouth was dry. How long had you been out? “Hey! Let me out!”

Your voice didn’t carry and you didn’t have much hope that anyone was listening. If you were in this cage, it was probably because someone wanted you there. Still, you slammed your fists against the walls. They were unyielding. The cage swayed again, sending you sliding to the other side. It felt like it was suspended from a crane. Your mind pulled up images of crates being stacked on cargo ships. Were you being shipped?

The cage dropped. Your stomach leapt into your throat as it plunged. For a split second, your terrified mind wondered if you were on some horrifying version of the tower of terror. Then you hit the water.

It was water the cage landed in. You could hear the splash and felt the slight bob of the cage before it drifted downward far more slowly.

The box must have been sealed against water because you saw none of it leaking in through the seam. If it was watertight, it was likely airtight as well. You tried to slow your panicked breathing. You needed to conserve air and you needed to get out before you sank too deep to make it back to the surface.

You slammed one of your feet into the wall. Again and again, you struck, trying to focus on the little cracks of the doorway.

There was a faint noise, a sort of sucking pop, then thin jets of water spurted in through the crack. The seal was broken! You slammed your shoulder against the door, but it only made a metallic clang. Your shoulder throbbed. You threw your weight against it again, but the door was unyielding. Already, you were splashing about in the water of the floor. It made your feet skid. The water was brutally cold. Already, you were having trouble feeling your toes.

Growing more desperate, you slammed your shoulder against the door again and again. The seal budged more, sending more thin streams of water flowing into the box. Water sloshed around your calves. It was approaching your knees. Your teeth chattered. Still, the door refused to budge. If there was a piece of metal blocking the door, you were never going to get out. Regardless, you slammed your shoulder against the door again and again. You had to try.

Something slammed back.

You staggered, falling again. The cold water shocked you into stillness as something on the outside slammed again and again. The door shuddered. More spouts of water appeared on the seam. The water inside your cage rose faster. Already, it was at your waist.

Another slam. The door jerked and, with an almighty pop, the seal fractured. Water gushed in, pumping through the doorway. Stumbling to your feet, you slammed your body against the door once more.

There was a pop once more and the door shifted. A wave of water dumped over you. The shock made your muscles seize, but you ignored it. You needed to get out, you needed to get out!

Blinded by the saltwater stinging your eyes, you kicked once more at the door. It jostled aside, leaving a hole just big enough for you to squeeze your way through. Just as your cage was fully submerged, you slipped out into the open water.

And then something grabbed you.

For a moment, you thought it was an octopus, or some other tentacled sea creature. Thick, muscular tentacles wrapped around your waist and legs, the suckers popping against your skin. Filaments brushed against your skin, tickling and making your flesh crawl. You thrust out your hands, fingers too stiff to even grip the tentacles, much less untangle them. The grip tightened. Already, your lungs were screaming for air, but the creature had you and it was going to drag you into the depths to drown you and pick your soft meat apart with its beak-

And then hands settled at your waist.

You started. Even if you couldn’t see them, you knew the feel of human hands and fingers. One hand shifted upward, taking a firm hold of your arm. The tentacles unwound from your leg, though you could still feel them brushing against your skin.

The hand on your arm squeezed tighter and then it was hauling you up at quite a quick pace. Or, was it hauling you up? You had no way to tell which direction it was pulling you in. Perhaps it was dragging you deeper, pulling you into the depths and drowning you.

Your lungs were screaming for air. It didn’t matter which direction you were going. If you didn’t get there soon, you were going to start compulsively gulping water into your lungs. Furiously, you started to kick, trying to swim in the direction you were being pulled in. You were just going to have to hope it was trying to save your life.

Your head broke the surface of the water. You had a split second of overwhelming, blissful relief, then the top of your head slammed into a hard metal wall.

Stunned, you dropped back into the water. Stars blinked behind your eyelids. You’d been moving at a fairly quick pace when you’d emerged from the water, so you’d slammed into the metal at speed. Dim, dazed thoughts drifted through your mind. What was happening? Where were you? Your lungs burned. You needed to breathe. You moved to inhale-

Your head broke the surface of the water. One hand was wrapped around your waist. The other was holding onto the back of your head, pulling your head back so you could breathe without bonking your head on the metal above you. You gasped and gulped air. You could still feel the tentacles brushing against your legs, but that was a secondary concern to just stopping the awful burning in your lungs.

As you were struggling to breathe, you felt something nuzzling at the back of your head, right where you’d smacked it. It felt like nuzzling, anyway, though you couldn’t see what was touching you. You could feel something snuffling at your hair, nosing at you. The tentacles in the water wrapped around your legs again, holding you still.

Now that you were breathing again, your concern shifted to the thing that was holding you. It had human hands, a human face, and tentacles like an octopus. Some sort of merperson? Octomer, were they called?

The creature released your head. You felt the tentacles on your leg release as well, drifting away from you. Slowly, you lowered your head, moving tentatively to avoid hitting it again. You tried to peer into the water, but there was no light in the tank. You couldn’t see anything.

Something splashed next to you. The water grew choppier, like something else had broken the surface. Before you could move to investigate, a pale blue light blossomed from next to you.

There was a person in the water next to you. They were terribly pale, almost ghostly, though that may have been a trick of the blue light that gleamed from patches on his skin. The glowing blue lights glowed under his eyes and across his forehead, following the bone structure of his face. Only his head showed above the water, his eyes glittering in the light that he gave off.

“Hello,” you said. Your voice was raspy and weak, and you sputtered as little waves of salty water flowed into your mouth. “Can- can you tell me where I am?”

The octomer stared at you. Something brushed against your leg and you went still. Did it speak English? Maybe not. Probably not. Why would an undersea creature speak English? It seemed to be more interested in looking at you than helping you do anything. Cautiously, you drifted back away from it. It followed you, though it kept a certain amount of distance between you.

You had only been floating back a few feet when your back struck a wall. You stopped, sputtering. The octomer drifted closer, blinking its large, inky-black eyes at you.

Arms stretched out, you drifted from side to side, trying to touch the walls. By your best estimate, the container was at least ten feet across, probably ten square feet, though it was far deeper. It was a cage. You had escaped from a cage into another cage.

Despair rose in you in a terrible tidal wave. Your limbs felt too heavy to keep yourself up anymore. This cage was much bigger, much stronger, and full of water. Already, you could feel your limbs going numb and heavy with cold. You couldn’t escape and you couldn’t keep swimming forever. Eventually, you would drown.

Sobs burst out of your chest. It was stupid to cry, it used up energy and air you didn’t have, but you couldn’t stop yourself. The octomer drifted away from you, eyes wide. You kicked your legs furiously, but you could already feel yourself starting to drift underwater. Your chest burned, but your legs hurt from trying to keep yourself above the water.

The light dimmed. The octomer had darted under the water. Had it lost interest? Or was it just waiting for you to drown so it could easily pick apart your corpse?

Hands touched your waist. They were firm, strong, and they hoisted you effortlessly out of the water. The octomer’s head appeared in the water next to you, dark eyes blinking up at you. Its filament hair drifted against your skin, tickling faintly.

You sagged in relief. The octomer’s hands kept your head above the water, even when you stopped kicking. Your entire body felt heavy. Where you weren’t numb, you were in pain. Muscle cramps seized through your legs, and the tingling pain of cold was burning at your fingers and toes. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, but you were still alive and you were breathing.

The octomer abruptly leaned forward and nuzzled its face against your stomach. You froze. The way it was holding you meant that its head was roughly level with your torso, and it was simply nuzzling and sniffing the area that was easiest for it to reach. The touch was… curious? It didn’t seem to be trying to do anything to you. It was just nuzzling.

You shivered. The creature pulled its head back, eyes wide as it stared up at you. The lights along its body pulsed, dimming and brightening in a rhythmic pattern. It seemed to be assessing you. Perhaps it was trying to figure out if you were going to attack it. You shivered again. It was so cold. Even if you were no longer in danger of drowning, you were in desperate danger of getting hypothermia.

When it realized that you weren’t going to attack it, the creature leaned back in to nuzzle you again. The tentacles wrapped around your legs again, suckers popping against you skin. The long filaments of its hair wreathed outward, touching every bit of exposed skin they could find. You held as still as possible. The creature didn’t seem to want to hurt you. Maybe it was better to just let it explore.

The filaments touched their way across your face. You closed your eyes as they twitched around your eyelids. Gradually, the filaments settled, though they were still resting on you. There was a faint buzzing sensation, like they were mildly electrified. The hair on the back of your neck stood up.

There was a sudden, unpleasant feeling in the back of your mind. Something was rifling through your memories like it was going through a filing cabinet. You could feel it, rustling around in the back of your head.

Just as you noticed this, the rifling thing turned its attention to you. A wave of calm flowed from the presence, giving you the impression of someone walking toward you with their hands up. The octomer’s hands shifted against your head as it nuzzled you again.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Your voice echoed a little in the confines of the container. “You’re doing this?”

You had no idea if the octomer could understand you, but the nuzzling at your stomach stopped. The presence in your mind kept sending out waves of peace toward you, but you could feel an underlying sense of curiosity. Tentatively, you closed your eyes and focused on the presence.

There was one curious moment where your mind approached the other one, then, like two drops sliding together, you merged.

Everything was confusing for a long moment. A blur of colors and sounds rushed through your mind, flickering too fast for you to latch onto. Flashes of feelings and fragmented ideas tore at your mind. Swimming through blue water, tangling in a great web, being hauled up and dragged into a cage, prodded and poked, and the hunger. A great, yawning hunger that grew and grew and was unsatisfied by any of the fish or feed the captors shoved into the cage.

A heavy sensation formed in the pit of your stomach. A few other memories surfaced from the other mind related to the hunger- great fangs, red blood gushing out in the water, slurping and drinking and… Cold terror shocked through you. A man in a white coat bleeding into the water and drinking and drinking deeply of the rich red liquid until it filled the great maw inside.

Blood. This creature drank blood. And you were trapped with it.

Your first instinct was to try to fight off the creature. But the fact that it was holding you made you pause and take stock of the situation again. It hadn’t tried to eat you yet, even though you could feel the burn of hunger in the back of its mind. It was still supporting you above the water. And the tone of its thoughts seemed far more curious than aggressive. Tentatively, you reached out with your own mind.

Your attempts to do so were fumbling. Clearly this creature was far more adept with telepathy than you were. But as you struggled to reach out, you felt a returning rush of delight. The creature’s mind surged around yours, interested and eager about your attempts to reach back.

The telepathic communication was both rudimentary and somehow far more complex than using words. It took you a few tries, but you managed to communicate how you’d ended up trapped in a cage. The creature’s mind hummed with sympathy, showing you its similar story. It also communicated, however vaguely, that you were safe from it. Images of the scientists were always tinged with red anger, but as it showed you an image of yourself, the tone shifted to curiosity and interest. It was even tinged with affection, the sort of way you would think about something cute.

Water sputtered into your mouth. You coughed frantically, kicking your legs. They were so heavy, so tired. Everything below your knees was numb. A flutter of concern pressed against your mind. The creature shifted, lifting you further out of the water. Apparently, holding you up was starting to tire it out too.

Despite your relief that the creature with you was on your side and not going to eat you, it didn’t change the situation you were in. Even with help, you couldn’t stay above the water forever, and it was cold enough that you were going to get hypothermia and die anyway. How long could the pair of you hold on?

The creature rested its head against you again, making soft, mewling noises. A flicker of protectiveness moved through its mind, along with anger. It took a moment for you to follow the direction of its thoughts. The creature was angry that the scientists were trying to sacrifice you to it, angry that they thought it would be so cruel.

You reached out carefully with your mind again. This time, you focused heavily on only one thought: escape. How do we get out?

A flurry of uncertain thoughts came back along the connection to you. Sometimes the scientists came into the tank or opened it up to run tests, but there were always too many of them to try and escape through.

You pressed for more information. The scientists. Where did they come from?

Up. Above. You extended your numb fingers to brush them along the wall a couple of inches from your face. The ceiling was removeable. That made sense. It was likely locked, though, or at least too heavy to move on your own.

You considered your options for a moment. All right. You couldn’t open the cage on your own. But you did have one advantage: the scientists threw you in the cage as food. Which meant they were expecting you to be dead. There had to be a way to use that to your advantage.

You asked the creature when the scientists were coming back. Soon, apparently. The creature sent back images of it eating, then the scientists coming back not too long after.

“Then we need to be ready,” you said out loud. Slowly, carefully, you outlined your plan to the creature. It was difficult to do so while also keeping your jangling nerves from startling it Luckily, the creature was accepting and quick-witted enough to understand and accept your plan.

You floated at the top of the tank. It was less convincing because you had to float face-up instead of face-down, but you had to hope that the scientists wouldn’t be suspicious. And you only needed them to be fooled from a distance.

The creature bumped at you from under the water. You could feel his (it felt weird to keep referring to him as it, and his mind had indicated male) worry bubbling at the back of your mind, making a pit of anxiety twist in your own stomach. He kept nudging worriedly at you, hovering only inches away. Eventually, you had to tell him to swim away, lest he look suspicious when the tank got opened. You could feel him pouting in the back of your mind as he obliged.

It took all your willpower not to open your eyes when you heard the scrape and groan of metal being shifted. You made yourself go as limp as possible. You just needed to look dead. Hopefully the hypothermia you were experiencing would assist in that.

Light shone against your closed eyelids. Water lapped at your ears, but beyond that, you could hear the murmuring of voices.

“Didn’t eat the solids, I guess,” a rough, masculine voice said from somewhere above you. “Hal, you owe me twenty bucks.”

“Fish out the body, first. Maybe he took a few nibbles.” There was a splashing noise and something metal poked your side. Worry fluttered in the back of your mind, almost frantic. The creature swam toward you. You warned him off, but he was only barely held at bay by your warning.

The hook caught around your waist. You remained as still and limp as possible as you were hauled up on some kind of observation platform.

“Hey, hold on,” a third voice said. “I think this one’s still breathing-”

Okay, time to go. You launched yourself up, seizing the man around his neck with your elbow. You weren’t much of a fighter, admittedly, but you had the advantage of surprise and a slippery working platform. You managed to knock him off balance and dunk him into the water.

He sputtered, scrambling frantically. Blue lights illuminated the water around him as the creature surged upward. The other two scientists scrambled, trying to get a hold of you. Luckily, one of them was clearly off-balance and you managed to dodge him. The other one seized your arm, twisting it around. There was a pressure on your shoulder as he jerked it, threatening to pop it out.

Furiously, you twisted at him. You couldn’t remember any of the fighting and self-defense techniques that you had seen on the internet, but you didn’t care. You just lunged at him, clawing and snapping your teeth and just trying to hurt in any way you could. The man yanked your arm more severely and something tore. Screaming pain lanced across your shoulder, up your neck, and down your chest.

The other scientist screamed. The one holding you twisted to look and his grip loosened in shock.

The creatures had managed to clamber out of the tank while the scientists were distracted. It was bigger than you’d realized. Even its human part seemed unusually large, but the surging tentacles that made up its lower half took up a great deal of the platform. One of them slammed into the scientist not holding you, pressing him into a wall. The creature barely paid him any mind. Instead, the creature’s attention was fixed on the scientist holding you.

Out of the water, clearly visible, the creature’s sharp, bony features were thrown into a strange relief. His upper body was skinny, though his tentacles looked powerful and muscular. The long filaments that covered his head like hair shifted and twitched, raising like a halo. Dark eyes glittered in his face, reflecting his bioluminescence. And his teeth… they were all sharp, like a slightly narrower version of a shark’s tooth.

The scientist dropped you. Trying not to land on your injured arm made for an awkward fall, where you smacked your chin on the ground instead. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth.

A tentacle reached over your head and, with a violent motion, sent the scientist who had been holding you tumbling into the water. The creature bent over you, making soft, trilling vocalizations. His filaments tickled over your skin, worry bubbling up from his mind.

“I’m fine,” you said. “Oh, oww…” The worry pressed against your mind with more intensity. The creature took a gentle hold of your arm, probing lightly at it. His mind reflected your pain, adding sorrow and concern to the mixture. “It doesn’t feel good,” you reassured him, “but I can manage it. Ugh.”

The creature kept making soft, worried noises as it helped you to your feet. “We need to find a way out,” you said, trying to focus your mind around the pain.

The little sounds of concern became more intense. The creature butted his head against your good shoulder, nuzzling you furiously. You absently patted his head as you looked around the room. None of the scientists had managed to raise the alarms. Everything was still and silent. Ahead of you, there was a heavy metal door. Slowly, you approached it.

The creature followed you as you stopped in front of the door. Taking a deep breath, you put your good shoulder to the door, turned the doorknob, and shoved.

The door slid open more easily than you were expecting. The hall beyond smelled faintly moldy. Puddles of damp covered the floor. You lifted your hand to your nose. “Ew.”

It seemed like you were in some kind of cave. Everything was uneven stone. There were only a few lights scattered throughout the hallway, so you relied mostly on the glimmering light of the creature crawling along next to you.

An unsettled feeling was starting in your stomach. This wasn’t some kind of military-grade lab. It was made to sort of look like it, but the cracks were there. It was made by someone with money, but not enough money to make it all official.

Poachers or smugglers. Some group selling endangered creatures for money. Which meant the creature beside you was either rare, endangered, or both. And you were technically robbing people who would probably be able to make your life a living hell.

You were so lost in that thought, you didn’t notice when the creature stopped dead, back going stiff. You paused and took a few steps backward. “What’s wrong?”

The creature’s mind touched yours again. You got a vague sense of salt and ocean air, the rush of waves. “The ocean is nearby?” The creature made a soft, trilling noise. He scanned the wall for a moment, then pointed up toward the ceiling. There was a small opening in the wall, faint beams of white light streaming through.

Images of swimming, sliding free through the water hit your mind with such force it almost bowled you over. The creature reached out with his tentacles and started to heave his body up toward the opening.

There was no way you were going to be able to climb up and follow him. When he realized you weren’t following him, he turned to look back at you. Concern fluttered against your mind.

“I can’t climb like you can,” you said. “Especially not with my arm. I can keep going. There must be some other way out.”

The creature tilted his head at you, still partially hanging off the wall. Two of his tentacles detached from the wall and slithered around your waist. You could feel the muscular strength rippling through him, but the grip on you was gentle. The creature’s mind pressed against yours soothingly as he pulled you in close to his body. Swiftly, he turned and pulled himself through the hole, taking you with him.

The hole was barely big enough for the two of you to fit through together. Stone scraped against your arm, one particularly sharp one cutting a thin slice through your skin. Your physical proximity to him seemed to be enhancing whatever connection had been established between you. You could feel faint prickles of discomfort against your skin where he was scraping against the stone. There were even odd phantom pains whenever stone pressed against his tentacles.

After a few moments of careful wriggling, the creature heaved himself out of the tunnel and onto an outcropping of rock.

You looked around. The location was unrecognizable to you. Sea spray filled the air along with the crash of the waves. You were seated on top of some kind of rock formation at the edge of a beach. The open ocean stretched out in front of you.

“Hurry,” you said, nudging him toward the water. “You need to go. Get away!”

The creature made an anxious mewling noise and twisted back toward you. He butted his head against your chin like an affectionate cat. Worry fluttered against your mind once more.

“I’ll be okay. I’ll be fine! I can get down to the beach and-” You stopped. What were you going to do? Where were you? How far away was civilization? Your shoulder throbbed again, reminding you of your injured state. The people who had captured the octomer were going to be looking for you. How long did you have until they found you?

The creature mewled once more. His tentacles twisted around you, coiling around your waist and your legs. The worry pressed against your mind again, this time far stronger. “You can’t take me with you,” you said. “I can’t breathe under water, I’m hurt, I-”

The tone of his mind against yours shifted. You trailed off. His eyes had shifted from your face down to your stinging arm. Blood welled up from the shallow cut and slid in warm dribbles down your forearm. And as he watched it, the thoughts against yours took on a tone of hunger. That great, gnawing emptiness inside him was rising.

Fear jolted through you and through your connection. The creature blinked once, twice, then the hunger was fiercely restrained. You could feel him fighting against it through the bond. He dropped low to the rock, making soft, soothing noises.

“You need to go,” you said. “Hurry.” You pushed against his mind again. He pushed back. His thoughts whirled against yours, trying to sort out some kind of a solution. You had a hard time sorting out any specific thoughts, since his mind was moving so fast, but you noticed when he settled on a path. With a new determination, he leaned toward you, one arm extended. His mind projected soothing, gentle thoughts into your own. Trust me. Listen to me. I will help you. Just go with what I am asking for.

You had only just allowed your feeling of acceptance to come forward when he took hold of your arm. His fingers were tight on your wrist, though not uncomfortably so. The soothing feeling pressed against your mind as he lowered his head to your arm. He sniffed at the rivulets of blood that were seeping from your skin. Then his mouth opened and a long, slithering tongue emerged.

The tongue slipped down and lapped at your arm a few times. It was slightly rough, not barbed, like a cat’s tongue, but distinctly textured. There was almost no pain, just a faintly uncomfortable prickling. As his tongue ran over your arm, the blood stopped weeping. By the third lick, the cut was nothing more than a faintly pink slice in your arm.

You pressed at it as he leaned back, tongue slithering back into his mouth. There was no more pain. The wound was gone, as if it had never been there. “Ooh,” you muttered. “I can see why they tried to poach you. That’s a handy skill.”

The creature slithered closer to you and bumped his head against your shoulder. The hunger in the back of his mind had faded, if only slightly. “You still need to go,” you told him. “Hurry. You healed me. I’ll be fine.”

The creature sent back an image of your shoulder. You sucked in a breath. You hadn’t been looking at it, but apparently it was starting to swell and turn a nasty purply shade. “Don’t suppose you can do anything about that?” The creature sent you a complicated series of images and emotions that boiled down to the idea that he couldn’t do anything if it wasn’t an open wound. “Rats.” You glanced back toward shore. “Well, it won’t stop me from running. I’ll just have to move fast, try to get to the nearest town. Hopefully I’ll be safe there.”

Worry pressed against your mind with more force. The creature made a high keening noise, nuzzling close to you. You absently stroked his head. The filaments that made up his hair wrapped around your fingers. “It’ll be all right. They’ll probably want to go after you first. Which is why you need to go!” You gave him a shove with your good arm. He slid back a little way on the rock before pulling himself closer to you.

The creature considered you for a moment longer, then he reached for you. His hands came down on either side of your face. His thoughts sent soothing messages to you before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

His filament hair twined forward, wrapping around your head. You were barely paying attention to that, though. His mouth was working against yours, his tongue tracing against your lips. The more he touched you, the more his thoughts slipped into your mind. Feelings of pleasure and concern and comfort mixed together until you couldn’t remember exactly where he ended and you started. Your thoughts just merged. There was no thinking about running or safety. There was just the Experience, the Moment where you were together and kissing.

The creature pulled back. You blinked. There was a moment of raw, cold emptiness in your mind, a hole where his presence had been seconds earlier. Your own mind adjusted after a moment, filling the gaps, but there was still an odd sense of loneliness. For a just a moment, you had been… understood. Known. And cared for. Losing that was disorienting.

Chirping quietly, the creature nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder. The touch made you jump. His mind reappeared in yours, pressing gently against yours for a moment, like a goodbye, then he twisted away from you. There was a splash and a spray of seawater as he slipped beneath the waves. For a moment, you saw brightly-colored tentacles flash by just under the surface of the water. Then he was gone.

You waited for a few moments longer, staring out into the ocean. Nerves jangled wildly in your mind, but there was an odd, alien sense of peace as well. Of course. He was safe. You would Know if he wasn’t.

It was a weird sense of certainty, but its weirdness didn’t diminish the feeling that you would know if he was hurt. The confidence buoyed your spirits. You turned and picked your way carefully across the rocks until you made it to shore.

As it turned out, you were quite a ways from civilization. The sun was setting when you came across a tiny, rustic-looking town. Fortunately, someone stumbling into town absolutely soaked and rumpled-looking in a wetsuit garnered enough concern from the locals to get you a bed for the night.

Apparently, if you lived in a tiny town on a relatively rural stretch of coastline, a shivering person with no provisions but a wetsuit wasn’t entirely weird. You managed to spin some story about walking along a cliff and accidentally falling into the ocean, losing your bag of possessions in the process. No one seemed to question it. The next morning, you were provided with clothes and a ticket home on the closest train.

The next few days were a rush of both trying to get all your lost objects back, mostly your phone and your wallet, and being overly suspicious of every person you didn’t recognize. You weren’t sure how much effort was going to go into finding you, or if they even cared. You considered going to the police, but you weren’t even sure what you would say. That you’d been kidnapped and almost fed to a merman? You didn’t have any identifying details. In the end, you decided to just keep your head down.

It worked, or at least, it seemed to. After a week, you were no longer jumping at shadows, and you had gotten a handle on all your important documents enough for that stress to be diminished.

Of course, that was when something else started happening.

Your emotions were going absolutely haywire. Initially, you thought it might be something to do with the stress of being kidnapped, but it didn’t feel like a stress response. Instead, you would get strange bursts of happiness out of nowhere, or odd surges of melancholy. The emotions were never congruent with the situation, and had no discernable triggers. They just simply appeared in your mind, as overwhelming as if they were in response to something.

Before bed was the worst. Every time you drifted off to sleep, your mind was full of the sound of crashing waves, the feeling of drifting through the waves, and the strange surges of emotions that were definitely not your own.

As the emotions grew stronger, so did a sense of calling in your mind. It tugged your feet when you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking. You woke every morning with a sense of longing at your heart. Come. Come! Find me. I miss you. The thoughts echoed in your mind louder and louder until they drowned out your own thoughts.

Driven by the calling in your mind, you headed down to the shore. Nerves pricked along your back as you walked along the beach. This was where you’d been kidnapped last time. But the feeling of safety surged through your mind, so you headed down toward the edge of the beach regardless. By the time your feet touched the water, you had entirely stopped trying to keep yourself above the waves of emotion that lapped against your mind. Your body was pulled into the waves, automatically following the pull.

You had always been a reasonably strong swimmer. Within a few minutes, you were out in water high enough to cover your whole body. The calling took on an excited tone, like an eager puppy. Come! I am here! Come!

Something slammed into you from underneath the water. Strong arms wrapped around you first, followed by a tangle of sucking tentacles. A head pressed into the crook of your neck.

The joy that flooded through your mind was almost the emotional equivalent of a bomb going off. It was stunning, rendering you insensate to anything else. If the creature hadn’t been holding you up at the surface, you probably would have forgotten to breathe.

“It’s you!” you yelped, startled. The creature nuzzled at you, making excited chirping noises. “You’re… you’re here! Why?”

Ideas and images flooded your mind, overwhelming until the creature calmed his mind enough to give you a coherent story. Missed you. Worried. The creature showed you an image of his body and your body. There was a bright line connecting them.

Comprehension flooded you. “When we kissed. That we you connecting our minds?”

Needed to make sure you were safe. The creature butted his head against you again. Safe! Safe. Both safe.

You ran your hand over his head. His filament-hair twisted and tangled around your fingers. “You haven’t seen the people who trapped you again?”

He gave a rapid shake of his head. The filament-hair swirled around him in a long mane. “That’s good.” You looked out into the sea, at the endless blue waves that faded into the horizon. “Are you… do you have somewhere to go? Family or friends?”

The answer popped into your mind within seconds. No. You got vague images of family, but he had separated from them before he had been captured. There was a pause, vague concepts tickling at your mind. The creature seemed to be trying to communicate something complex. You took a deep breath, relaxed, and opened your mind.

The images that came to you were complicated, overlapping, and not in any precise order. You had to take a minute to sort it out in your mind. There were images of creatures like him tangling their tentacles together, swirling in odd dances. The same shining connection he had showed you between you and him gleamed between the two bodies.

There were more images of the creatures swirling together, then some images that definitely made you blush. The creature showed them to you perfectly matter-of-fact, perfectly nonchalant, though you felt its curiosity at your embarrassment. The connection was still there between the two creatures in every image he showed to you. The connection was important. It was something he was trying to convey to you. His tentacles wrapped around your legs, clinging tightly.

“Oh!” Something clicked in your head. The connection. The way he was rubbing against you. The images he was showing you. “This is… that’s… you do that for your mates?”

You felt his joy at your conclusion. Yes! Yes. Mine. Under his affection, you sensed a slight streak of possessiveness. He nuzzled against you, lips tugging delicately at your skin.

Perhaps you should have been surprised or reluctant. But you weren’t. You could feel his affection surrounding your mind like a hug. Your minds touched, mingled. Already, you knew him better than you knew anyone else. Almost better than you knew yourself. And he knew you in the same way. And he loved everything he knew, a deep, abiding caring that filled your entire body from your head to your toes. You wrapped yourself around him as he supported your head above the water.

She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, staring wide eyed around what seemed to be a cave. The soft lapping of water suddenly turned to a louder slap, and a cold chill ran down her spine. As if something was moving through the water, and she definitely got the distinct feeling of being watched.

She spun sharply, and the soft glint of light flickered off the surface of the cave water. It rippled towards her, licking against the side of the shallow rock ledge she was on. She peered out, trying to make out the edge of the cave, or an opening somewhere, her heart thudding in her chest.

Something gold flashed just above the water’s surface.

She gasped as a large mass suddenly slithered forward through the water, slowly gaining on the rock. As quick as she could, the woman scrambled backward, skidding and slipping on the wet boulder.

The huge creature grabbed at the edge of the rock, yanking itself up. When it raised out of the water, it looked almost human. Save for a bulbous brow and large, glittering golden eyes. But the more of it that slithered from the water, the less human it became. Where there should have been hips and legs, there were tentacles; eight of them, grabbing and pulling and sliding the creature out of the water. It grinned, and sharp, pointed white teeth glittered in the faint beams of light.

She screamed, falling back, kicking out with her legs to fend off an impending attack... But it didn’t attack. Just perched at the edge of the rock and frowned, cocking its head to the side. 

“Stop that.” It gurgled, and its voice sounded like it was speaking through a mouthful of water.

The woman jerked in surprise, slipping over herself as she tried to sit back up. She blinked a few times, but she was sure that creature really was sitting before her. It wasn’t her imagination. And it had definitely just spoken.

“Wh-wh-??” She stammered, absolutely dumbstruck.

The creature grinned again, and inched closer. She stifled a gasp, sliding a little further to find her back hitting stone. She was cornered, and her eyes went wide, her heart racing wildly in her chest.

“What, you don’t recognize me?” It asked, and then it seemed to pout, slowly stretching out on its humanoid stomach and propping its square chin on its hands. It’s long tentacles twitched and curled in the air behind it. Much less frightening than before... she frowned. There was something hauntingly familiar about it. Though she couldn’t imagine she would have ever forgotten meeting a creature like this.

It only stayed like that for a moment, but quick as a wink it was back up, stretching up to tower over her. Reaching out with hands and suckers. She winced, jerking back, her mouth dropping open. It stopped, then cocked its head to the side again, letting long, seaweed green locks of hair pool in wet piles about its shoulders. Sinking lower to the rock, back to her eye level.

Its grin returned. “You’ve changed a lot too, you know. We were just kids the last time I saw you...”

His golden eyes caught the light, glinting mischievously. Familiarly... Her eyes shot so wide, she thought they might just fall out of their sockets, and she gasped again. He grinned wider as the realization filled her face.

“...Guppy?” She breathed.

He spread his arms magnanimously, as if presenting himself to her, and smirked. “Hey, little Gull.”

“Oh my GODS! GUPPY!” 

Forgetting herself for a moment, the woman flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around her childhood friend. Imaginary friend, she had come to believe. She had completely buried the dozens of summers she had spent playing on the rocky shore with the mysterious little boy with blue-green skin and sticky suckers for feet. Those had been lonely times for her, after all. Of course she would have made up a friend to play with! Even such an odd one. But those eyes... she would never ever be able to forget those eyes of his.

He seemed surprised at her sudden hug, but quickly recovered. It all came flooding back to her as he wrapped his arms around her. His briny scent filled her nose, and she remembered many long days under the sun and waves. She could hardly believe it, and found herself overflowing with a hundred competing emotions at once.

He laughed, giving her a gentle squeeze, seeming quite pleased that she had remembered him. She felt his tentacles curling about her as well, and a sudden shiver ran down her spine. “You’re the only one who’s ever called me that. Not many would dare now-adays.” He mused as she leaned back to look up at him. “Most just go with the full ‘Gupslessiano’. But you never could say it.”

She quickly realized her mouth was still dropped open, and clamped it shut. “I.. I thought I’d made you up!” She gasped, shaking her head in disbelief. “I.. I can’t believe you’re real!”

His grin returned, and she jumped as one of his tentacles brushed her short hair back out of her face. “Honestly... I kinda thought I dreamed you up too. But when I saw you on the beach earlier-”

“The beach?” She echoed, then looked around, “How did I... Did you bring me here?”

He shrugged, leaning back on one hand. Another tentacle plopped lazily across her lap, and she stared down at it in surprise. “I was thinking about calling out to you, but you slipped. Hit your head and started sinking below the waves.” He smirked at me. “Luckily I happened to remember you couldn’t breath underwater, so fished you out. Still haven’t learned how to swim, little Gull?”

Another of his many tentacles began snaking around her hips, and a hot blush suddenly ran up her cheeks as she remembered her current state.

“Umm, Guppy? Where exactly are my clothes?”

“Clothes?” He replied, frowning. “You mean those strange fishing nets you were all tangled up in? Didn’t seem very comfortable. I got rid of them.”

She stared at him, and the hot flush spread to her ears. Her childhood friend had grown; he was nearly double her size, not counting his many thickly muscled limbs, and his chubby cheeks and rounded baby fat had given way to a chiseled jaw and matured torso. What had once been little specks of yellow on his skin were now sparkling scales that looked like gold inlaid atop his deep emerald tentacles. She watched the flash of red as the gills at his neck sucked greedily for air. He grinned under her scrutiny, baring sharp, predator teeth instead of the tiny rounded little nubs she recalled teasing him about. Especially when he had started to lose them. This was certainly not the little Guppy she remembered.

He slowly stroked her hair back with the tip of one long tentacle again, and she leaned away from him with her breath catching in her throat. She resisted the urge to jump as another of his eight limbs slowly began wrapping around her wrist. But she couldn’t keep her heart from racing as yet another gently curled around her hips.

“Wh-what are we doing here, Guppy?” She stammered, glancing nervously about the dark cave. “Why did you bring me here?”

One big hand reached out, cupping the back of her neck. “I forgot you existed, little Gull, but when I saw you on that beach-” She reached up, placing her hand on his chest nervously “-It all came back to me. And I remembered the promise I made to you.”

“Promise?” she repeated, shivering as his tentacles wrapped a little tighter around her. “What promise?”

He’s toothy grin grew wider. “Why, to take you away with me, of course!”

Holy shit, its not an orc xD Had to repost this because it got flagged for inappropriate content or something. This should be better, yeah? Damn, maybe I should put my less savory stuff on Ko-Fi or BuyMeACoffee instead.

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