#merverse

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rated E, deaf surfer Wooley, blue shark Tup, diver Dogma, threesome, biting, xeno, language barrier

Tup has always been too curious for his own good. He tails the landman divers through the reefs and it isn’t arrogance to suggest that he will never be caught. He never has, to date.

Tup’s favorite is back, the one with the speckled face and dark blue fins to go with his tri-tone skin, pale grey underneath and dark on his back like another shark, with variegated blue along each side and over his arms and chest. He has black tendrils and a sparkly bump instead of a dorsal fin. His hands and face are brown with blue ridges.

Tup likes this one because he is curious too. He comes two or three times every other light cycle or so, and is methodically exploring every bit of the reef. He carries a tool to look at every little detail through.

The noisy splashy one is out too, but he rarely ever comes out this far, always playing in the edge waves with his long orange and white shell. He changes colors, sometimes black, sometimes a more vivid orange than his shell, sometimes the color of a moray eel. He has a crest and no fins. Tup thinks he is pretty, but boring.

Human mer!shark Dust

Wanna know when did I get the idea to draw this?

During a brain-toasting chemistry online class -_-

Had a little trouble with the papy!pilot fishes but kinda worked out in the end.

I also decided to try new colouring styles to see if I was satisfied

AND I AM! ^w^

From the idyllic lagoon to the Spirit World and wonders beyond, Korra has brought her to countless corners of multiple worlds.

It’s Asami’s turn to show her someplace new. Something closer to home.

So seemingly mundane, in fact, that it’s taken her this long for the idea to even occur.

After leaving her rowboat moored in the firth, Asami walks on the riverbank. Korra swims upstream alongside her, gliding happily on the narrow span of the stream, fingers outstretched to skim the low banks. Being but a tributary of the great river around which the inner districts of the town had grown, this stream cuts through marshy surroundings still wild, green and silent save the sounds of animals. They come to where a lake branches off beside the river, the remnant of a cut off meander, with only silted earth and the thin rills cutting through it still connecting it to the channel. Asami gestures for Korra to come and look beyond the willow fronds that obscure most of the lake from view.

For herself, she settles on the edge of the pool, a palm to the ground first to check if it’s damp. “Look,” Asami says again, as Korra props up onto the bank beside her. Then Korra draws in a breath.

“They’re so - cute!”

Asami glows as Korra’s eyes dart amongst the turtleducks paddling gently over the glassy water. A gentle swell of pride warms her when Korra’s tail flicks in excitement, sending a few heavy droplets her away. She laughs as they seep quickly into her sweater. Korra’s attention settles, eventually, on the short train of ducklings closest to the bank. As she tentatively reaches out to engage them, Asami sits back in contentment.

“Much nicer than your eel swans, no offense,” she says, leaning on her hand, head falling on her shoulder as her gaze on Korra turns tender and teasing. Last week, Korra had led an eel swan to Asami because she thought its electric properties would intrigue her, and the swan had clearly found it apt to try and give her a direct demonstration. Turtleducks, blessedly, are much more amenable. Their shells shine in the willow-dappled sun. “I haven’t seen too many of these in the wild, actually. I think they fare better in garden ponds, to be honest.”

“They’re quiet,” Korra agrees softly, pulling a single finger over the soft, fuzzy crown of one duckling. “I’ve - never seen one before.”

“Well, I was hoping you’d say that.” Asami smiles, watching the baby turtleduck nuzzle into Korra’s fingers. A couple more crowd around her stroking hand.