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Oceano Merman OC MAP OPEN (Multi Animator Project)RULES:Oceano Merman OC MAP OPEN (Multi Animator Project) by KokePasu
1. Use your own ocs, no official characters from any fandom.
2. Only mermen are allowed to to be the main focus of your part. No mermaids or mers of any other gender should be the main focus. (Female to male transgender mers are definitely okay.)
3. You can have mers of other genders in the backgrounds or shown in a relationship with the merman, but the main focus should be the merman.
4. Be creative! Where does he live? The Caribbean? The Pacific Ocean? Or maybe in a laboratory? You can base your part underwater, have your merman jump out of the water, lying on the beach, trapped in an aquarium; etcetera. Whatever you feel fits the best.
5. Try and fit the music. Pay attention to the lyrics and the swells of the song, moving like waves.
6. You can have as many parts as you want as long as you intend on completing them and think you can handle it.
7. When you ask for a part, put in your comment what you plan to do in your part and a link to your very best animated work.
8. You d
The Human Fish 1 (take 2)Chapter 1: MilestonesThe Human Fish 1 (take 2) by uglygosling
The next few weeks following my discharge from the hospital and our return to the Sutherland Express proved to be considerably less eventful, at least for Diane and me and those closest to us. We were relieved; while many of us were actually coming to enjoy our new lives as Mers and liked that they were often proving more interesting than our old lives had been, we did not want things to get TOO interesting. Certainly being kidnapped or getting shot to something akin to swiss sushi were two forms of 'excitement' we would all gladly do without!
Many of us took the lesser frequency of particularly memorable events as another sign that we were finally settling into our new lives and were more ready than ever to consider what we might do in the future. Even with the experience some of us had already had, we continued to be amazed at the opportunities that awaited us as Mers. Indeed, the more we looked and thought, the longer the list of possibilities see
Spindrift: Part Two: Chapter NineChapter Nine: War CriminalsSpindrift: Part Two: Chapter Nine by Alveric2
We had to wait about nineteen hours for our rescue. The first sign that succor was at hand was when the Crockett’s tumble was slowed to a stop and she was firmly clamped to a larger vessel. Then Vennick, those surviving officers who could be spared and myself on crutches stood ready at the main airlock. Holt was not happy with me, but I figured that my passing out and falling over would be only a minor indignity; if we were rescued by friendlies. If it was a Free Worlds ship, well, resistance was out of the question and there would be no one to remember that the captain fainted before being shot.
I couldn’t have been more pleased when the hatch slid open to reveal Winslow, my old commanding officer with an escort of marines. I saw almost immediately, however, that there was something dreadfully wrong. Winslow appeared to have aged decades. Worse yet, he had a look that told me he may not have been e
The Human Fish 3Chapter 3: Dressing Fashionably, Whale Tales, and a Time to Show.The Human Fish 3 by uglygosling
The news that Diane was for the time being at least pretty much as confined to water as the Silent Sisters or Natalie were was a bit frustrating for her, but not overly so. She recalled that her sister Jill had been subject to nausea and morning sickness during both of her pregnancies, but the symptoms had stopped early in her second trimester both times.
[If all I have to do to avoid morning sickness is breathe water only for the next month or so, I guess I can live with that] she told Natalie, Jackie Blue, and me that evening.
[And I will help you any way I can] I told her. I also gave her the same reassurance the following morning when she again expressed her mild frustration at how air gave her nausea.
[Thanks. I guess I'm going to get more of an idea what it is like for Natalie and the Silent Sisters] she said, remembering that they presumably would never be able to breathe air again and
The Human Fish 2Chapter 2: Life of a Mer FamilyThe Human Fish 2 by uglygosling
The Sutherland Express being the small town it had become since we Mers had taken up residence there, it did not take long for the news of Diane's pregnancy to get around. Hannah, Tara, and Ana were all quick to offer their congratulations, Diane's unusual circumstances did not seem to bother them at all. They were also impressed when Diane told them that she was now 'eating for three' and not two as the other pregnant mermaids were.
"Three? We might have to put you on a diet, or you might eat us out of house and home!" Tara joked as she hugged Diane.
"Now, now, it's not like I am going to get THAT hungry!" Diane countered with a smile. "And think of all the 'trees' we have planted the last few months, and the fish living there now."
We made sure Natalie was also among the first to know. Being the curious Mer that she is, she had her share of questions for Diane.
[Will they have tails, or legs?] Natalie was now as conve
Song of the DeepThe night was cold and the wind howled like a beast in distress as its invisible essence danced over the flow of the land. The boy walked against its breath carrying a ragged cloth filled with morsels.Song of the Deep by Agacora
He could smell the salt in the air and feel the push and pull of the eternal tide drawing him in.
Above not a single star was seen and below was the ever crashing waves; where they lead he did not now.
Why exactly he had run off to the shoreline in the dead of night with scraps from the night's dinner evaded the boy as he crouched behind a clump of sea grass to banish the cold from his arms.
There was the tugging again as the tide swelled. It was as if the sea itself was whispering to him, calling him, to sink into it's vast depths. And now he was certain he could hear a faint song despite the crashing of the waves. It's tune wash soft and comforting, like a lullaby, and made him want to fall into a deep, deep, sleep. Maybe this was all a dream.
He examined the crude bag's c
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