Yes hi I was wondering if you could share your stock of cat blinkies? I would look for some on my own but I literally don’t know where to search and looking up “cat blinkie” in google didn’t help ^^; thanks in advance!
if you want more, volunteers made a search engine for blinkies!!! i found these blinkies just by searching "cat" (there were 140 cat blinkies in total)
about: after drifting a little too far from home, you find a human falling to the ocean floor. foolishly or not, you rescue him. for someone that nearly died, he’s weirdly got a lot of charm in his back pocket… and you’re hardly amused.
OR he's tryna charm her and reader’s not falling for it.. like rapunzel meeting flynn rider kind of... idunno?
inspo: i was VERY much inspired by @starhvney who did write a mermaid reader x mt!laurance piece first it was literally so good!! also oml apologies if this is way too similar🙏
a/n: ALSO like in terms of accuracy please excuse it because i wrote this in an absolute rush! I didnt edit much i just freeballed idfk .. so like I dont know exactly how head injuries work and i’ve never written for laurance before so this could be a tad ooc
this is also first attempt at any aphmau series kinda fanfiction and first time posting my writing so plz b nice 🙏POSTING IS SCARY BRO HELP get me out of here
word count: 3500
This was a long way from Mariana.
And yet, you hadn't turned around. There was a rush in your veins that you couldn't deny. Your heart pounded with so many conflicting feelings: from fear and excitement, to delight and anxiety. The further you went, the more you could hear your future scolding ringing in your ears. Reinstating those rules you'd heard all of your life. To never stray, to always stay low. But being able to freely swim for miles and turn to see that stream of bubbles lining your trail — you couldn't help but smile. When there was so much ocean to explore, who were you to ignore it?
Although, there was one rule you were still bound to follow.
An ineligible garble of words seeps through the water, catching you off-guard. You freeze. It's hard to tell the specifics, but you can read tone. Whoever they were, their conversation sparked with anger. If you found the right angle, you might actually be able to see them. Your eyebrows subconsciously knit themselves into a frown as you drift lower in the water. Humans. On the surface.
If there's one thing that had been drilled into every young merfolk's head, it was this: don't trust the surface.
It wasn't even the air, it was everything that came with it. The giant wooden structures that sliced the water above your head. The now barnacle-ridden metal hooks that plunged to the ocean floor. And the very species behind this: humans.
You hardly even trusted the taste of their waters, yet you were still swimming in them. It was hardly as plentiful as Mariana, or even as it was surrounding your borders. Despite it all, they had a strange fascination with reeling in the sealife anyway. You were lucky not to find any hooks. It was a warning you were still heeding; even now. Catching a fish was one thing — they were all around you. But a mermaid? Whether you chose to believe those stories or not, your species was a rarity. There's no telling what they would do, or have already done to your kind. Leaning against a rock, you looked down at your fins in thought; hands tracing the smoothness of your scales. Why were you still here..?
There was life all around you, but most of it was on land. There were no schools of fish to weave past, or fellow merfolk to chat with in passing. Light cut through the water, shining down in small beams. It'd never been so quiet. A pensive look stretches across your face as you pick at your bottom lip.
A splash breaks through your chain of thought. Your body goes still. For there to be a splash, something would've had to hit the surface. Your scan your surroundings in a panic. What the hell was that?
You're soothed with relief when you notice a small, drawstring bag in the distance, carefully drifting down. A small thing like that must be here by mistake. Or it's so insignificant, that it doesn't really matter that it's here. You sigh, guiding yourself a few paces back just to be safe. Maybe it was time to leave. You weren't sure how many other things these humans would be carelessly chucking into the ocean.
As you turn, a second splash causes you to jump. Your body immediately straightens as you twist your head back around. 'Are you serious?'
You grab ahold of a wooden post, hovering behind it. It wasn't going to hide you — you knew that — but you didn't have many options. Your gaze falls right back where the sinking bag was, but now there's something else. A figure, you think, sinks with it. Your eyes adjust to see two arms, two hands (one outstretched), and two... legs? You suck in a sharp breath — it's a human man.
'What kind of idiot would purposely try to sink themselves?'
It was a fair point, considering he should know he can't breathe in here. You had enough sense about yourself to not go to the surface, no matter how much it intrigued you. No merfolk would tempt the fate of being sold or skinned alive. You shivered at the thought.
You kept a close eye on him. The human seemed to be covered everywhere except for his torso, where you get a clear glimpse of tan skin. There's brunette hair that reaches the base of his neck, pulled upwards by the water. The drawstring bag has loosened, and a shiny gold piece squeezes through the gap, drifting in its own direction. The human leaves it be, but he's undoubtedly distraught.
But suddenly, he comes to a halt. The fabric loosely wrapped around his ankles catches itself on the pointed end of a rock. He frowns at the realisation, twisting his body to loosen it. You can see the growing desperation in his movement. He wraps two hands around his calf, attempting to pull the hem free. You find it hard to watch. But he finally does, tearing a hole in the process. The sudden release throws his body back, and his head crashes into the edge of a boulder.
You let out a sharp gasp. You're not sure if you're expecting something more to happen, but nothing does. You watch his body go limp. He relaxes against the jagged surface, eyes closing.
Your eyes go wide. Did that... kill him? Surely not, right? Either way, he didn't seem conscious so... it would be safe to check, you think. Of course, assuming nobody else carelessly dives after him. You'd have to be quick about this...
You push past the wooden post, darting in their direction. Your heart pounds as you approach. Maybe it's just your inner conscience, but a voice echoes in your head with warnings. It urges you to turn around; to go back home. To be safe. But now that you're hovering over him, you find yourself strangely entranced.
You convince yourself that's just your human fascination talking, but you can't stop examining his face. His eyes are closed, lips gently parted, and strands of hair are stuck to his cheeks. A hand reaches for his chest. For a moment, you stop yourself, your fingers twitching before him. You huff, pressing your hand to him anyway. There's a faint beating that you can feel through his skin. Your eyebrows raise. He was still alive.
But you couldn't tell how long that might last for him from down here. So impulsively, you loop your arms beneath his, heaving him upwards. You're lucky you're a fast swimmer, because this would've been exceedingly difficult otherwise.
You turn your head to see the sand rising closer and closer to land. You were in a rush, but you knew better than to surface wherever those voices were. Finding an opening along a rocky shore, you pull him onto the sand.
Breaking into the air is strange, and you feel as though you might choke on it. It’s odd — you can’t see it, you can’t feel it, but it’s there. It’s there, tangled in your throat, as if wringing out the seawater. You gasp, heart pounding, and you soon adjust. It's nothing like being underwater, but strangely... you can breathe. It’s not the poison you once assumed it to be. You huff a few times, as if to double check. You feel gusts of air pricking at your skin. It trails down your arm in the form of small bumps. You smooth over it with your thumb, eyes lit with curiosity. The dryness is unsettling, especially to your scales.
He's not yet awake. Your eyes dart back to the water... he wanted that bag, right? Maybe you should get it. If you placed it near him and vanished before he woke, it would be as if this never happened. He'd assume he grabbed it and... simply forgot the rest? Well, you weren't really sure how airtight this plan was, but you found yourself diving back in anyway.
For a swimmer like you, it doesn't take you long to reach the bag. It's not far from where he lost consciousness. You snatch it by the string, tightening it closed as you float back to the surface. He's still asleep.
You drop the bag beside your tail, and it lands with a clink. You notice the waves are gently lapping over his feet, so you pull him further out. You sit leaning on one hand, the other hand twitching near his arm. He didn't seem to have many belongings on him other than the bag and a small knife sticking out of his pocket.
'Please don't be dead,' you found yourself repeating. 'I know I don't know you, but please don't be dead.'
You have a much better view of his face here on land. You tilt your head in curiosity, eyeing his features. You've never seen a human so closely but this one was... kind of handsome?
You shake your head, as if to empty the thought from your mind. You can't believe that this humans looks are really distracting you this much. If anyone back in Mariana knew about this, you'd get double the lectures. Just for making contact would be triple, actually. So just turn around, and leave. Someone is probably looking for him already. The more you meddled in this humans life, the more trouble it'd bring you. You needed to—
A sputter and a breath take you by surprise, as the human jolts back into consciousness. He sits himself up, a fist pounding his chest as he coughs up seawater. He winces in pain, before laying on his back once more. He takes a few seconds to gasp for air; rapidly puffing harsh breaths. His eyes close again, but you can tell he's still awake. Yeah, there was no slipping away now.
"Urgh..." He grumbles, slowly reopening his eyes. His surroundings seem to slowly fade into view, and his head turns to get an understanding of it. "What did..."
He pauses at the sight of you. You blink, unsure of what to say. You weren't expecting interaction. You could speak a bit of human (to your family's dismay) but you hadn't spoken it to one of them before. You freeze under his gaze.
The stranger looks into your eyes, body relaxing. He must not see your tail yet. A smirk immediately stretches across his lips.
"Well, well, well," he chuckles through minimal breath. "I must be dreaming."
You deadpan. "You... you what?"
"What's a beautiful lady such as yourself doing out here?" He grins.
You wonder how his charm is possibly persevering in a moment like this. You know you should be wary, but it was almost amusing how he was behaving.
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Is... that really your first question?"
He sits up with a wince, hand resting on the back of his head. He sucks in a sharp breath. "Geez, how hard did I hit my head?"
"...I think you might've hit your head a couple times," you mutter to yourself, but he perks up in amusement.
"Ah, a sense of humor, too? I hope I might never wake up," he says charmingly.
'Holy mother of Irene,' you think to yourself.
After your silence, he goes back to tending to his injuries. Somehow, he still hasn't noticed your tail. You count yourself lucky in that case, and you're careful not to move it.
"What was I even doing? All I can remember is..." He squints at his hands, and the blood running along his palm. He thinks for a moment, before turning to you. "You saved me. You... you carried me out of the water."
You don't reply, merely giving him a look of confirmation. You shrug, as if it was no big deal. It was a huge fucking deal.
His eyes seem to shine with a sense of gratitude as he gazes at you. There's a sincerity to his words. "I can't thank you enough. A total stranger pulled me to shore before anyone else." He rakes a hand through his hair. "You must be a damn good swimmer, you know that?"
You give him a sheepish smile, and it's then that he sees the rest of your body. His eyes go wide — wider than he did when he first saw your face. He goes silent, eyes darting from your tail to your face. I mean, surely the shells gave enough away?
"So... So I am dreaming," he mutters. "You... is that..?"
You flush, possibly for the first time since he's started talking, and find yourself unable to move. Your sheepish silence is confirmation enough.
"...You really are. You're a mermaid."
Of course, you knew that, but hearing a human say it is so strange. You don't really have any moves left. At what point are you supposed to be pleading for your life? It's only one human... and you still had that gold. Maybe, if you played your cards right, you had a chance here.
That short blade lying on the sand beside him... you snatch it by the handle. You don't know why you have it. You've never even drawn blood before. The way you're holding that probably makes that fact exceedingly obvious. But you grip it tightly.
"What are you planning, huh?"
He raises an eyebrow in confusion. "What? What do you-"
"You humans... I-I know what you guys are like. So you better watch yourself. Because us merfolk can be dangerous, too," you say harshly. That actually couldn't be further from the truth, but what does he know? You'd say anything to save yourself.
He blinks. "Uh, that's nice and all, but I don't know what you mean by dangerous. I don't want to... kill you, if that's what you're suggesting?" He holds his hands up in surrender, but doesn't seem too persuaded by your threats. "I'd also like my knife back later, if that's alright."
It seems both of you knew you weren't going to do anything with this knife. "Then you're going to skin me alive, are you? Peel my scales off, chop my fins up into... into cubes?"
"With all due respect, it'd be easier to do all of that if you were dead. I'd never hurt you, or any mermaid. Er, merfolk." He tilts his head, perplexed by the idea of you thinking he'd dice a mermaid. "I mean, you just saved me. I'm incredibly lucky that a such an angel came to my rescue."
You squint at him skeptically, lips curling in disgust. "Does that tongue of yours get you out of most situations?"
“Admittedly, yes.” He laughs, almost exasperated. “But I'm not just saying it. I truly do owe you my life. You can at least know that for certain."
You slowly lower the knife, but not to the ground. "I... guess so."
"Hey, if you thought I would… kill you, then... why save me at all?"
You flush again, beginning your sentence with a few stuttering words. "I, uh... I don't know, I just..." You try to regain your composure. "As idiotic as it was to come here, I couldn't watch someone die. I still don't trust you, though. Or like you."
"Ouch." He seems to feign a heart injury, though he solemnly nods after. "Either way, I respect that. If it makes you feel any better, you can hold onto that." He gestures in the blades direction.
You gulp, choosing not to respond. You simply keep it in your grip, eyes falling on the sand.
He respects your silence, looking down at his legs. He pats down his pockets, looking at the sand around him. "Oh, shit."
You give him a questioning look. He's frantically scouring the ground for something, but only ends up disappointed.
"I lost it," he mutters under his breath.
You reach a hand behind your tail, lifting the drawstring bag. You toss it in front of you, and the pieces all clink together as you do.
"This thing?" You ask.
He releases a sigh of relief. "My Irene, you really did save me!" He places the bag onto his lap.
"Seems like you really value your riches, huh,” you say with a mocking smile.
"My, who do you take me for?" He chuckles, before looking down at it wistfully. "It's... not mine, actually.”
Your look of curiosity urges him to continue.
“It belongs to this group of kids. Long story short, some idiot stole it, it landed in the water, and now here I am.” He shook his head with a sigh. "Seems I must’ve let him get away.”
You let out a small hum in response, feeling your body relax. Your eyes thin as you consider his words.
His gaze meets yours again and he grins. "Where are my manners? I've hardly introduced myself to the maiden who saved my life." He takes your hand, pressing a kiss to it. "I'm Laurance. Pleasure to meet you."
It seems he's coughed his charisma back up, but you seem to trust him a little more this time. You try not to let the gesture throw you off, quickly following it with your own name.
He repeats your answer a few times. "Hm, it suits you well. How beautiful."
"Are you this comfortable with everyone you've just met, Laurance?" You scoff, putting a strange emphasis on his name. Like it was merely a foreign string of sounds; and it was especially so in the mouth of a mermaid. You pull your hand from his gentle grip.
"Only with those as gorgeous as you."
You extend your tail towards the shallow water, gently flicking a splash of it at his face. He winces at the coldness of it.
After hearing him grunt from the sprinkling of water, you can't help but tilt your head back in laughter. You giggle incessantly at his shocked expression; even wiping a tear from your eye. Your other hand presses to your chest as you beam with delight, laughing as if you’re the only one on this beach.
When Laurance wipes the seawater from his eyes, he's smirking at you. "Hey, that's unfair play, you know. You've got an advantage, with that tail of yours.
Still reeling from laughter, you reply, "For a line like that, I think you might deserve it."
"Fine, fine, I'll admit it wasn't my best," he says in amusement.
A distant voice causes both of you to turn your heads and fall into silence.
"No, he's surely around here somewhere. Where else would he resurface?"
There's other bits of conversation that you can pick out, but you gulp at the sound. You turn to him, alarmed.
"Shit," you say, and cursing in the human tongue sure feels unnatural. "Hey, you... you should go. You need to be healed, anyway."
"You really want me gone so soon?"
"I'm lucky that you're nice, but if any other humans see me, I..." You trail off, sharply whispering the words through gritted teeth.
Laurance waves a hand. "Don't worry, I understand. Although, I can't say I'd like this to be the last I see of you." He winks, and it takes you by surprise.
"Oh," you start, and at this you feel your cheeks warm. “Why?”
Although his previous comments were nice, you'd never expect any of them to be so serious. The guy had only just met you. But being able to speak to a human without confirming all of your fears was nice. He was kind, handsome, intriguing... okay, if you began to make a list out of it, you might already be caught.
"You really are pretty, you know. And I enjoyed talking with you." He reaches out, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. You go quiet, watching him in awe. "Even if you're not interested, I truly do owe you. If you ever need something from here on land, I'd be more than happy to oblige."
In a flustered moment, you look away from him. "Well… I appreciate that, Laurance," you reply sincerely. "And maybe it would be nice, I suppose.”
Laurance cranes his head in an attempt to meet your gaze. "So you must like me a little, then," he smirks playfully.
"...You’re so stupid," you grumble, but your cheeks are blooming with red.
"Laurance! Laurance, are you out here?"
The voices are gradually getting closer, and so are the footsteps paired with them. You gasp, almost forgetting they were even there.
"How about you meet me here? Same time tomorrow?" Laurance looks to you, sensing your urgency.
You nod. "That works for me."
He slowly rises to his feet, pressing the back of his head again. It takes a moment for the pain to settle. He kneels before you, taking your hand. "I'll see you then, beautiful. Now you really should be off."
The knife drops to his side. You say nothing more, slipping back into the ocean. After swimming a few meters out, your head pops out of the water. You see a distant Laurance, still facing your direction. His hands rest on his hips. You lift an arm to wave goodbye, and find him doing the same. You smile contently to yourself.
Maybe you could stick around a few days more.
a/n: I was real nervous to post this and its not my best so UMM YEA to all the 5 people reading this i hope you liked it.. i'll polish my future stuff guys PROMISE!
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Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean
Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe
Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay
Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden
Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)
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Here and here are websites where you can play with sand
Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods
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