startrekrenegades:

boxlunches:

trojanphoenix:

heatherbat:

aquaticallyinclined:

“When they were little girls, they decided that they would be best friends forever. A whale never forgets a promise.” -Anneliese Juergensen

i have now died. of joy.

I don’t think I’ve seen art of an old mermaid (mermatron? mergranny?) before.

I love it!

Oh look it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen

This is really amazing but I have to say, I read “mermatron” not as “mer-matron,” but as “merma-tron“ and I was just like MERMATRON. AUTOWHALES. SWIM OUT. and I’m ruined my brain is ruined I’m so sorry

nikiforoov:

commission for @tothebatcave53 for her amazingly beautiful fic! ♥

let me sail across the sea for there is never one who love you more than me

victor has always loved the ocean, he is drawn to it’s beauty and it’s power. he sets out, a simple day in a simple boat with a simple desire to just exist in peace out in the ocean. when victor wakes it is to the turmoil of the waves, desperate to sink him and his tiny boat into it’s murky depths. it is only the most beautiful hallucination that keeps victor sane in what he assumes are his last moments.


alikurai:

lucycamui:

alikurai:

Tfw your bf startles you and you ink everywhere and never come out of your cave ever again.

In the era of B.Y. (Before Yuuri) Victor had spent a lot of his afternoons lazing on the sandy ocean bottom where the sun shone from the surface above. He’d fish, he’d swim, he’d mope about it felt like he’d have more fun watching coral grow. Now, in the era of A.Y. (After Yuuri) Victor still spent a lot of his afternoons lazing on the sandy ocean bottom where the sun shone from the surface above. Except now, he spent those afternoons admiring the beautiful squid before him.

In the sun filtering through the water around them, Yuuri’s skin shone with iridescence. He had a conch shell in his tinted hands, tongue pinched between his teeth as he turned it over, looking for the best method of extracting the tasty snack inside. Yuuri liked to play with his food. Victor found that adorable.

The ridiculously cute fins that peeked out of Yuuri’s dark hair wiggled with excitement, sparkling as if with glitter each time they caught the rays. Wiggle wiggle. Wiggle wiggle. Victor felt his heart wiggle wiggle in his chest, seizing him up in adoration and making him want to shout, cuuuuuuuuuute! so loud and far that the whales would hear him.

Victor’s tail curled under him and pushed him off the sand, slowly maneuvering toward Yuuri. The dark blue fins continued wiggling, Yuuri’s focus entirely on his conch. He was plucking at the creature with his fingers as if trying to coax it out. Victor had already resolved to fetch Yuuri a hundred more conches, possibly to build Yuuri an entire den made of their shells.

Wiggle wiggle.

Victor couldn’t resist. He’d wanted to touch the fins on Yuuri’s head from the first moment they’d met, curious if the texture was the same as his tentacles. Wiggle wiggle. Victor swooped in, hands clasping on either side of Yuuri’s head. The wiggling fins flared against his palms, Yuuri’s hair tickled his skin, and a shriek filled his ears.

Black exploded all around him.

Victor blinked, stunned, the sun blocked out entirely. He was in a cloud darker than the night.

“Victor, I’m so sorry!” Yuuri’s hands grabbed onto his wrists, pulling him out of the streaky mess. Victor glimpsed a dark trail leaking out from under Yuuri’s skirt. “T-they’re… they’re really sensitive and you scared me!”

He’d made Yuuri ink. Victor glanced behind him, where the ink was slowly dissipating, the water turning from black to navy to a clear blue. “Oh.”

Yuuri’s fins were pinned against his head, almost hidden in his hair. Instead of wiggling, they were twitching. Twitch twitch. Yuuri’s entire body had turned a darker color, from his tentacles to his arms, to the markings on his back, but they too were slowly fading back to normal. The blush on his cheeks, however, remained an anemone red.

Cuuuuuuuuuute!

Victor would have to figure out a way to make Yuuri ink again.

Guys lemme share this wonderful thing with you all, im dying and being reborn every 5 seconds in an infinite loop bc this is too adorable and cute

lucycamui:

alikurai:

It’s ok Yuuri, Vic’s hair is long enough for both of u T3T

After the incident of Victor grabbing Yuuri’s fins and causing him to ink, Yuuri had been milling around with a desire of his own. It had been sitting on his conscious for weeks, making him fret and scuttle forward to Victor before backing out at the last second to some lame stammered excuses.

The issue was that Victor was already so perfect and so beautiful, with his sparkling scales, flawless skin, and hair that shone of the moon above the surface. To touch him felt like it should be a crime, a life sentence, but Yuuri was slowly getting used to it. Mostly because of Victor’s habit of knocking into Yuuri with massive unwarned hugs that had Yuuri twitching in all the right places.

But today was different! Yuuri was determined to make his own approach! He’d spent half the morning twisting his tentacles into nervous knots until they had actually gotten tied. He then had to spend half an hour trying to undo himself.

Victor was a vision of a mer, sleek and gorgeous and everything that Yuuri wanted in the world under the sea.

“Victor…” Yuuri approached, legs moving him in nervous circular patterns. “Can I… can I braid your hair?”

The two reactions he had been expecting were both those of surprise, varying between Victor’s shock at the idea of letting anyone touch his hair and mild acceptance because, despite everything, Victor did like Yuuri. What he got was option number three, another tackled hug as Victor shouted out an excited, “Yes, yes, yes!”

That’s how they ended up sitting together on a sandbank, Yuuri warning Victor not to peek as he carefully braided small sections of Victor’s hair. The strands were even softer than Yuuri had imagined, a fine caress against his skin. Yuuri had seen Victor making oils from sea snails and using it to treat his hair, maybe that was the secret.

As he finished the last braid, Yuuri looped the end on a small shell to match Victor’s necklace and sat back to admire.

Victor’s eyes popped wide open. “Yuuri! I love it!”

Maybe it was just a polite compliment, but Yuuri smiled all the same, his little squid heart fluttering.

“Yuuri, I wanna do yours now!” Victor exclaimed, hands clasped together in a plead. “Can I, please?”

Oh. That was also unexpected. “Mine? …Okay?”

His hair was short, not nearly enough to braid. Something that Victor surely realized as he started swimming in loops above Yuuri, inspecting his head. Even if it turned out to be the teeny tiniest braid in existence, Yuuri vibrated with the notion that Victor was about to touch his hair. With permission this time.

“Wait! Be right back!” Victor said and zoomed off, leaving Yuuri to gather up his tentacles and hug them to himself as he waited.

Victor was going to play with his hair. Victor’s beautiful fingers were going to comb through Yuuri’s strands, massage at his scalp, something so intimate and sweet and gentle that Yuuri could hardly believe his luck.

Bunches of his hair were seized and tugged rather forcefully. “Ow, Victor!”

“Sorry! Hold still!”

Yuuri held still, two tufts on either side of his head pulled up. He tried directing his eyes upwards but could not catch a glimpse, resigned to waiting as Victor did who knew what to his head. When Victor finished his assault, he topped it off with a proud, “Tada!”

Yuuri lifted his hands, touching around his fins. Instead of braids, he had two pigtails… with starfish in his hair. He probably looked ridiculous. Victor, meanwhile, wore the proudest smile of accomplishment.

“My pretty Yuuri!”

Oh. Okay. Yuuri softened, smiling back. If Victor dubbed him pretty, that was all that mattered.